Ren Zhong swayed among the crowd, as if trying to lt himself into this mire.
But his eyes were clear and cold.
Ren Zhong would not draw his sword and reset just because of that girl’s tragic death.
The resurrection ti point has already shifted.
So far, he had no clue about the principle of resurrection, only assuming a Poincaré recurrence to forcibly support his shaky scientific view.
He couldn’t be sure what unpredictable changes would occur after the gears of ti turned, if he continued to commit suicide to test backtracking and backtracking again.
He had many speculations in his heart, but unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t try.
Behind the unknown there is often risk.
Ren Zhong couldn’t easily take risks, at least not restart on the spot.
He contemplated.
The death of this little girl likely also happened in the last tiline.
It was just such a small event, like the splash of a bloody wave in the tide, insignificant, so much that he didn’t know at all.
Ren Zhong was also pondering.
What if I really didn’t survive 45 days again this ti and returned here?
What would I do?
I can save her once, twice, but can I save her for a lifeti?
Maybe I could, I could keep her by my side like a canary.
But what does that an?
To satisfy my own kindness, and then?
The ones who need saving were never just a specific person.
There are so many people in the world who need saving, should I keep every one of them?
Is that possible?
Does she really need it?
This is a philosophical dilemma, often unanswered.
After a long ti, Ren Zhong shook his head and made a final decision.
To treat this matter more fatefully, just like with Yujin’s mother.
If he unfortunately had to restart in advance, at least he could temporarily turn his misfortune into others’ fortune, help her once more, and give her so money.
But Ren Zhong was also very clear that this was actually useless.
For a person like her, even if she got money, what awaited her would only be another kind of new tragedy.
He couldn’t change the world, nor people’s hearts, and no one could be saved.
Just as she was clearly deceived miserably by the robust man surnad Huang before.
But what supported her to co and seek justice was not unwillingness, rely that her father was not yet dead.
In the end, she was moved by a few words, actually believing that by satisfying the robust man surnad Huang, he would be rciful and give her genuine healing dicine.
How foolish and pathetic!
Ren Zhong did not have high hopes for her.
This girl was different from Yujin.
She was both naive and ignorant, without a trace of courage.
There was not even a glimr of hope in her.
Forget it, anyway, if everything goes smoothly this ti, and I pass 45 days, then so be it.
Death is indeed her best release.
Just consider it as she was born in the wrong world.
I must move forward, I must move forward without looking back.
I can’t always look back, otherwise I would be consud by endless self-bla and anger.
"Yo, Ren Bro, how co you’re here too?"
Amidst the noisy clamor, a sharp high-pitched voice sounded behind him in surprise.
Ren Zhong turned to look.
Ou Youning, with a sharp face and narrow eyes, was flushed red, hugging two voluptuous won on either side.
Their bodies were swaying like seaweed to the rhythm of the music.
Ou Youning was different from Ren Zhong.
He fit into the environnt perfectly, smoothly and naturally.
Ren Zhong stopped his sowhat stiff movents, waved his hand, "Nothing much, just ca to see sothing curious."
Dancing in the bar’s public dance floor didn’t fit Ren Zhong’s "persona", but as long as he wasn’t embarrassed, the ones embarrassed were others.
"Oh oh oh! Shall I get two girls for you, Ren Bro?"
Ou Youning said with interest.
Ren Zhong shook his head, "No need. I’m heading back first."
When walking out of the Night of Long Slumber, Ren Zhong saw such a scene again.
Two cleaners stood aside, looking helpless.
A weeping woman was prostrate on the ground, cradling a girl’s corpse, attempting to carefully piece a skull cap back onto the girl’s head, like a child assembling building blocks.
Her hands were shaking violently.
The woman was the girl’s mother.
A tall man stood with his hands behind his back at the bottom of the bar steps, looking down at the scene.
Ren Zhong recognized the man, having seen him more than once, and knew his na was Xing Ming, one of the six in Lin Wang’s team, a Fourth Level armored defensive chanical warrior.
The woman tried many tis, whether her hands shook or the blood was too slippery.
The bone kept slipping until the bar mada ca out and handed the old woman a roll of waterproof tape, then things were finally settled.
After taping up the body, the woman gave the tall man a complex, hard-to-read look, hunched over as she carried the girl on her back, silently making to leave.
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