The infinite journey of the original torture

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The giant pendulum clock rang the long chime at twelve noon, and the roaring mechanical sounds in Black Rock City seemed to disappear at this moment.

In Hei Yao Academy, the students who had been cramming for a whole morning flocked to the cafeteria, only the teacher walked slowly towards the teacher-only cafeteria.

They were not dressed in silk like common poor people in the imperial capital, but in neat suits, and some male teachers wore gold-rimmed glasses that symbolized cultural people.

When they meet colleagues, they will smile at each other and look polite.

After George finished his half-day teaching and greeted those half-baked colleagues, he made a barely-fed lunch with the help of the hand-shaking aunt in the cafeteria.

A spoonful of mashed potatoes, a spoonful of curry, two pieces of bread, and a small meatloaf.

This kind of lunch has not changed for a long time. George doesn't like mashed potatoes, because he always feels that mashed potatoes are the cause of his sleepiness in teaching in the afternoon!

But to get the strength to teach, he has no choice but to eat mashed potatoes.

George came to the corner of the cafeteria, sat in his favorite corner seat, and read a book from the inside of his shirt.

In Black Rock City, people rarely have recreational activities, and they need to work in various positions for 16 hours every day. Every six days, people can only take a day off.

This is not the generosity of the rich merchants. If the workers do not have a rest, Black Rock City will have no population, and the wealth of the rich merchants will be lost.

The only entertainment for workers is basically sex, but George considers himself not a worker, but an intellectual, so his entertainment is to buy and watch books produced by the Empire Center.

I don't know if it's the influence of the unpalatable mashed potatoes, or it doesn't look good.

George kept flipping through the books in his hands, and what could have been exciting became dull, so much so that he shook his head and put down the books in his hands, and concentrated on picking up the food on the plate.

"Hey, George, why aren't you reading today?"

While George was grilling rice, an annoying voice came from the next table.

George ignored it, but the man who spoke had no intention of letting him go.

A man in denim overalls and a funny brown cotton hat came to his table and set an empty dinner plate on it.

George looked up and saw that the other party had the rough skin and beard typical of workers, and there were still unwashed oil stains on his arms and clothes.

It was a person he looked down upon. His name was Bauer. He was a mechanical maintenance worker. Because of his excellent skills and good educational talent, he was selected as a teacher of maintenance in the two years before the technician application. Teach those who have little talent how to become a qualified maintenance worker.

George looked down on him, not only because the other party was often sloppy, yelled at the top of his voice, and had a strong smell of motor oil on his body, but also because Ball often came to harass him.

"Don't be like this buddy, we have known each other for several years, let me tell you, I have taught a good student, I got No. They all got a reward of twenty silver coins, hehe!"

"If you're just here to show off your student, I already know it. It's very powerful. You can go." George swallowed his food, and after a perfunctory sentence, he speeded up his eating, trying to get rid of Bauer's harassment.

Bauer nodded suddenly, and said, "I understand, I understand, you cultural people love to read, so you must go back to study again, right?"

George ignored him.

Suddenly, Bauer took out a small book the size of a palm from the pocket of his tooling, bent his strong body, moved to George's side, and said in a low voice: "My student gave me a small book and asked me to He said not to give it to others easily, and it is best to burn it after reading it. He is very nervous, but you know me. Even if I am a person who can read, I can read books at the same level. I will give this book to you. , I think it seems to be the same after you read it and burn it."

When Ball approached, George shrank his neck, and after hearing his words, he looked suspiciously at the small book he handed over. There was no word on the cover of the book.

"What book is this?"

"I haven't read it, but Nat is very serious, but I really don't like reading. I want to help Lisa knit a sweater when I get home. Here it is, remember to burn it after reading it!"

After receiving the small book from the big rough hand, George had to admit that his interest was aroused, but in front of Bauer who he looked down upon, he didn't like to start reading it right away, he just casually pointed it out. nod.

"Let's talk about it after I read it. Don't be that kind of book."

Baoer smiled heartily, stood up, and said heartily: "If it's that kind of book, you might not be willing to burn it. I'm leaving first, and I have to go back to prepare for the course!"

George's face darkened, and he noticed strange eyes cast in the cafeteria. He wished he could slap Bauer in the face.

[208.Chapter 205: Five Questions]

After a hasty lunch, George ran away under the strange eyes of those colleagues.

After returning to the independent office from the cafeteria where people come and go, he felt at ease.

Only when he is alone can George feel that the world is real and feel at ease.

He didn't know the reason for this, but he just instinctively hated communicating with outsiders, even with his students, just to cope with the monthly teaching inspection.

Sitting in a soft wooden chair, George took out the little book Ball had given him, and decided to see what kind of books needed to be read and burned.

Could it be a forbidden book to slander the empire?Or is it really...

His breathing became short, and he couldn't wait to turn the first page.

There was no name on the cover of the small book, but on the first page, he saw a line of words arranged vertically: "The Truth of the World"!

The title of the book made George slightly frown, rolled his eyes lightly, and turned to the next page.

'Do you have a feeling that you are living under an invisible shackle, like a domestic animal in captivity? '

'What is the meaning of the existence of the empire? '

'Why do you work all your life and still not get the life you dream of? '

'Is there some kind of close connection between people? '

'Who... took control of your life? '

The second page was also quite short, with only five questions appearing, but these five questions made George sit up straight, and his restless mind gradually calmed down.

"What kind of book is this?" George looked at the cover of the book again, but couldn't find the publisher's logo anywhere.

Turning to the third page, I saw the title on the top and the text below.

'The invisible enemy'

George looked at the content of the text, and the more he looked at it, the more he frowned, and the expression on his face was constantly changing as he studied and thought.

Until the giant pendulum on the Blackstone Tower rang, reminding the students of the college that it was time to study, and it also reminded the teachers that they should go to class for the students.

Taking off the gold-rimmed glasses on his face, George rubbed his sour eyes, the expression of shock still remained on his face.

But now he has to give lessons to students and teach written knowledge.

He carefully put the little book into the lining of his suit, and George walked out of the office with the textbook, and came to his professor's class in aftertaste.

The students in his class are all poor students, and there is an inner courtyard inside the Obsidian Academy, where the children of wealthy businessmen are taught.

"...Okay, turn to the part we talked about this morning."