Chapter 372: Tears of the Sun, the Smell of God
Sun Rain!
What a romantic name.
When the excretion system of the upper city began to operate, countless LED suns were still shining above their heads, like a grand light show.
Rain water passes through the bright sun, refracting a rainbow-like spectrum, falling on the faces, bodies, and the plastic buckets they hold high.
Children play in the rain, calling this liquid with the smell of disinfectant "the tears of the sun".
The price is that they will take one or two more neutralizers tonight, but the happiness of childhood ignorance is not something that can be bought with one or two neutralizers, isn’t it?
The children ran barefoot, splashing water, and their ankles were dyed into weird phosphorescence blue by the rain. A young voice sang a cheerful nursery rhyme in the rain: "I will be bald when I get in the rain, but I can wash my eyes,
The dad from the city, the life of the city is down..." The wandering artist on the street picked up the harp modified with abandoned pipes, plucked the rusty strings, and sang the sun and rain "Miracle".
The lyrics are full of true feelings:
"When the sun dances with the rain,
When light and filth embrace each other, we are finally bathed in the same world...
Ah, how wonderful! "
The church is also rare to be lively. The buildings that are rarely opened on weekdays have opened their doors to welcome a steady stream of believers.
The pyramid-shaped roof hangs upside down, like hunger Thirsty mouth sucking the sky greedily.
The priests wore light and close-fitting chemical protective suits and presided over the once-in-a-month mass.
They declare that every drop of sun rain contains the "sacred gene" of the upper city - the genetic code of the lower city can be optimized by just going through nineteen purification procedures.
Although most believers first experience the torture of acute gastroenteritis after drinking holy water, it must be because you are not religious enough.
On the giant screen next to the church, the promotional video is played over and over again. A scientist in a white coat stood in front of the camera, spreading his arms and shouting in his spit: "This is baptism in the new era! When the metabolites of the upper city become the nectar of the lower city, We have finally realized the sacredness of the ecological closed loop!
This is a cycle given by heaven and a new peak of human civilization! "
The fanatical and believers were excited to hear it, imitating the posture in the short film, spreading their arms, raising their heads, allowing the rain to wash away the fatigue and heavy metal cosmetics on their faces, and returning to natural purity.
However, there are also cold pedestrians holding shabby umbrellas, walking silently in the rain, or simply letting the rain wet their clothes.
They have long been used to this kind of metallic smell and residual disinfectant "Gift", just as they are used to the billions of artificial suns rising and falling off at night above their heads, and this unchanging world without four seasons.
Storms washed the streets and gathered in low-lying puddles, The drunks lay on the ground and drank, saying that this was the real "Awakening Liquid".
Every month's rainy day is a festival for drunks to revel in. After all, the expensive "Awakening Soul Liquid" bottle is 10cc, so where can you get drunk? The heavy rain contains a faint hallucination smell, but it is free to drink the whole audience. of.
Tread—
The muddy slippers stepped on the puddle, turning the dreamy blue into a mud color, awakening the drunkard lying on the ground. "This world is already terminally ill."
Squad 103, the bald man stroked his bare forehead and said with a smile on his face.
The red dragonfly shook her wet dreadlocks casually, and her sexy tongue licked the rain on her lips, smashed her lower lips and said: "Captain, you say this, the drunk man is going to fight you to death, to them In other words, if God exists in this world, then God should be the smell of this rain."
After saying that, the red dragonfly raised her head and opened her mouth to taste the smell of the rain, the fluorescent traces on the tongue coating and the rain water Weird resonance:
"The 1.4% Ailuokang nuclear waste liquid is 0.1% higher than the last rainfall, and has a 0.1% more metabolism. It seems that the 'prostate' of Shangcheng It's not very smooth."
The host pushed his slender fingers and pushed his golden glasses, and the lenses reflected the fluorescent particles in the rain. He whistled, and the sound was like rusty gears rubbing: "Red Dragonfly, you are wrong. The steel pipes in the sky are not the prostate of the city-"
He turned his wrist gracefully, pointed at the drunkard lying on the ground, and said with a smile: "It's the downtown! Because, every Ailokang capsule washed away by the toilet in the upper city is the same as the last one. , and eventually, they will complete the cycle of washing in the blood vessels of the downtown. "
The beast's Adam's apple rolls, its thick neck slowly rotates like a hydraulic rod, and the horizontal flesh is stacked with hideous smile patterns:
"Captain , You have stepped on someone else's God. "
The drunk man behind him spit out the sewage from his mouth, and he pulled his throat in a daze, feeling that his mouth was filled with smell of feet.
"You bastards!"
In normal times, drunk people may not dare to collide with the strange combination in front of them - a sloppy bald man, a sexy woman in red, and a man with a gloomy smile on his glasses , a burly glutinous man.
But, the "awakening" smell that filled the rainy day was the home court of the drunkard. He rushed towards the few people with fearless anger.
The bald captain raised his hand, waved his palm gently, and his index finger penetrated the drunk man's eyebrows.
He pulled out his fingers and whispered in his mouth:
"Then I will send him to see God!"
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After saying that, the bald man spat again, spit out the deteriorated brain in his mouth in disgust, then looked up at the residential building not far away, and said coldly:
"It's time to go, I'm ready to work!"
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Zhao Xing left the Second Prison and drove home with great worries.
The wiper swung mechanically, cleaning the water droplets on the windshield one by one, but it could not clean the haze in his heart.
"Feng Mu was actually released from the police station..."
He gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, his voice full of depression and uneasiness. "The Ministry of Inspectorate asked people to go back and cooperate with the questioning everywhere in the prison. Mad, they are all a group of mad dogs, and they will have to give it to you sooner or later. Qian Huan was buried with him. "
The red light in front of him was on, and vehicles lined up in long lines at the intersection. Traffic on rainy days was as congested as ever, and traffic was like a dying giant snake, twisting its body, slowly but slowly Moving helplessly, he seemed both clumsy and desperate.
Zhao Xing slapped the horn irritably. The vehicle next to him was not willing to be outdone, and immediately responded to him with a louder horn sound.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Zhao Xing cursed angrily, a fierce light burst out from his eyes, and his chest fluttered violently due to anger.
He really wanted to jump out of the car now, pull out all the unruly drivers, put them in prison, learn the rules of communication, and learn the principles of being a human being.
He has always felt that the best educational institution in the world is prisons, and everyone in the world should go to prison for further studies.
Thinking of this, Zhao Xing shook his head and tried to dispel these distracting thoughts in his mind.
He knew that it was because the development of the situation after the prison riots was different from what he imagined, which made his emotions too tense.
Zhao Xing adjusted his lower breathing, then held the steering wheel with one hand, took out his phone with the other, opened the news page and quickly slid.
In the dim carriage, the cold light on the screen reflected on his gloomy face, making his face even more gloomy.
Zhao Xing's brows became tighter and tighter. The rapidly scrolling titles and comments on the screen were like countless needles, piercing into his heart.
The government has been slow to take action, which is beyond Zhao Xing's expectations.
What made him even more uneasy was that the public opinion on the Internet began to undergo subtle and strange changes, like an undercurrent that could not be seen clearly, quietly surging in a direction that he could not guess.
"I always feel something is wrong, like an invisible black hand stirring the vortex in secret..." Zhao Xing murmured in a low voice.
(This chapter ends)