Chapter 675 [Chapter of the Fatal Game] One Hundred and Twenty-Four: Appearances of All Living Beings (1)

【Supernatural power is unpredictable and cannot be relied upon.】

The conclusive voice from before appeared again.

[Any unpredictable force is difficult to consider, and even more difficult to deduce as a "variable" - simulators have told us tens of millions of times that a variable must float within a certain range in order to have an effect with a sufficiently stable probability.

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The voice that asked the question seemed a little stubborn:

[Society is a society composed of people, and people’s will should not be ignored——

Just as the will that reduced Yanan City to what it is today should not be ignored, the will that wants to save Yanan City should not be ignored either.

People are individuals with subjective will, and idealists exist in any era. From this aspect, there is no difference between extraordinary people and mortals - everyone has to live in this society and everyone wants this society to become better.

.]

Although other voices thought this voice was a bit childish, they still waited patiently for him to finish what he said, because what he said made sense to a certain extent.

[Unlike other variables, human will cannot be used as a variable and cannot be added to some kind of logic for calculations.

And human will is the decisive factor affecting society - the behavior influenced by human will changes and shapes this society.

If a transcendent being with free will wants to help people and uses his or her own power to complete the missing conditions for a "successful march," the march may succeed.】

After a brief moment, others expressed pessimism about such a statement.

[This is a typical concept of personal heroism. I don’t think it works. In the face of such drastic social events, even the personal will and means of extraordinary people can hardly affect the overall situation. 】

[Yes, it’s all because there are too many people... The more people there are, the more complicated things will become. Individual will cannot interfere with the behavior of the group, even if the extraordinary ones you mentioned can help the marchers reach the door of the House of Representatives.

——We assume that this almost impossible situation occurs——In the end, the House of Representatives was forced to come forward to negotiate with the marchers, and the workers who had not read books could not extract benefits from the scholars who were well-read in poetry and books.

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[Coupled with the existence of the so-called "extraordinary law" - [no-fight covenant], the intervention of extraordinary persons in the secular world is originally "illegal" and must be subject to supervision and sanctions.

Therefore, it is often difficult for supernatural beings to intervene in the earthly world to succeed, and there have been examples in the city of Yharnam before.

Even if there really is such an extraordinary person who wants to intervene in a parade of this magnitude through extraordinary means, he will soon be stopped by extraordinary law enforcers - look at that extraordinary person who may have blown up the army's defense line.

, isn’t it true that even the people are gone now?]

【This is really too difficult...】

Suddenly, a warning message appeared in the chat room.

[Everyone, wait a minute, this person does not have an IP address.]

Everyone panicked all of a sudden. How could someone accessing the Internet not have an IP address?

The people who come to this chat room are all using overseas proxies. The IP address can at most be traced back to the empire's overseas server lighthouse, but it is impossible not to have an IP address, unless...

Unless the person who just spoke is a legendary "electronic ghost"!

[That thing without an IP address... suddenly disappeared!]

Everyone rummaged through the server running code and found that the "person" who just spoke had left the chat room without leaving any traceable traces in the server.

…

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[At this time, there are still 28 hours before Chen Yan is executed]

At 7 o'clock in the evening, there was a heavy snowstorm.

The first floor of a corner building in Xiacheng District was originally a workers' apartment contracted by a factory. Now it has been out of control due to the bankruptcy of the factory.

One of the rooms was occupied by three ale people with a little bit of brains, and they turned it into a bar after simple renovations - making wine from chaff and brown rice, never paying taxes, not responsible for the quality of the wine, and no refunds once sold.

The money kind.

When the strike started last night, the bar's three owners and bartenders, Al, were still hungover and the bar was easily ransacked by the marching crowd.

In such bad weather, alcohol is even used by some barbaric peoples to save their lives. Most of these peoples come from the north, where there is snow all year round. Alcohol is their lifeblood.

After arriving in Yanan City, countless people of these ethnic groups died every year from drinking fake wine mixed with industrial alcohol.

After the small bar was looted, the three Ayr bosses reinforced the door and wall panels with curse words, and took out a box of smelly inventory from the "cellar" they dug out with a shovel - the corner building was not responsible.

It was on the first floor, so they accidentally dug out the sewer pipe when digging, and they were lucky to be able to repair it. Such winter days made the drinkers no longer care whether the container containing alcohol was dirty.

The door was violently opened by a tall Rook man wearing a tattered black windbreaker. The Aier bosses were not surprised by such rude behavior. They had long been accustomed to the rudeness of people in the lower city. As long as this man didn't have a gun in his hand.

——

When the figure entered the door, they subconsciously glanced at the man's hand.

No gun in hand.

There is no guarantee that it is not in the pocket or waist, but at least it is not in the hand, which means that this person is not looking for trouble.

"Twopence of rum."

Rum is a rare commodity in this area, because it is fermented and distilled from the juice squeezed from sugar cane. Sugar cane is a rare thing in Yanam City. The rum in the tavern is still the same as that of William Adams.

Made when the group suppressed prices.

But the method of making ale is different from that of the Castilians who have the traditional method of making rum, so the rum in the tavern tastes very astringent, plus it has a hint of irritation, which makes it shameless

The Aier bosses were a little embarrassed when bargaining.

"The pennies won't work, man, it's a mess out there, and the money won't work, and you can't buy anything to eat or drink."

The Aier boss subconsciously glanced at the guest's face.

"You have to pay with bullets."

The guest gave a low smile, I don't know if he was mocking or something.

"Ah……"

He didn't ask the price, just took out five bullets and put them on the table, picked up the rum handed to him by the boss, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he pushed the wine glass back and tapped the two pennies he had just taken out with the tip of his right index finger:

"Continued Cup."

Another Ayr boss said:

"You have to pay with bullets."

He took out four bullets and put them on the table, picked up the rum handed to him by the boss again, and drank it in one gulp.

In this way, when the three bullets were placed on the table again, the boss handed over not rum, but a mobile phone.

He picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"I've got the encrypted IP."

"Among those who organized the parade this time, we can currently identify three as spies who were inserted into the procession. They are..."

He told the voice on the other side of the phone three names and the teams they led.

"In addition, there are also three people who have been instigated to rebel, namely..."

"The remaining 16 organizers are considered clean, but as the team's progress becomes unsustainable, the moment when they surrender to the enemy may not be far away."

"The industrial zone has begun to organize the resumption of production. They have come up with quite sincere contracts. The workers who stayed in Xiacheng District and the industrial zone are very excited. Some people have already been unable to resist the temptation and entered the factory again.

Those who went uptown on behalf of the workers were immediately abandoned by everyone else.

Workers don't know that a contract without legal and violent endorsement is just a piece of paper.

There is no way to expand on what was written in those articles - orderly strikes, organized street blockades, finding and killing every scab, establishing an armed force belonging to the workers, negotiations under the supervision of the majority... it's all

It can't be done - these things should have been preparations for the strike, but we got those articles too late, too late... There is no way to do these things.

We became a real rabble."

"Hmm, um... I know, at least we should single out the traitors and try to preserve some of the insignificant fruits of victory gained through bloodshed and sacrifice..."

"But what about the team in front? They are still working hard for everyone.

Can they come back?"

A long silence.

The three El bosses didn't seem to hear the conversation between him and the voice on the phone, nor did they hear the strange atmosphere he had when he first entered the tavern. They just stood there motionless.

"Next time... when will it be next time? We are getting stronger, and the enemy is also getting stronger. Those articles in the forum can be seen by everyone, and they can know from those articles how to deal with this next time.

's parade."

"We may not have a future..."

"This is the last physical address of an encrypted IP that I know of. That's all the mysterious man gave me. We may not be able to continue to contact you in the future."

"Anyway... wish yourself well, try to save yourself, wait until next time, next time..."

Before he finished speaking, the Aier boss in front of him suddenly said:

"They're coming."

The man froze, his big hands suddenly held the phone in his palms until it was deformed, and then rushed towards the side door of the bar opened by another Aier boss.

He rushed out of the side door, and behind him he heard the door being closed, the door bolt being locked, and the sound of gunshots erupting one after another.

He gritted his teeth and rushed into the blizzard, and disappeared in a moment.
Chapter completed!