【Shining】Fallen

"So--"

Enkidu asked.

"Everyone chooses an answer, and a few people disappear. Can the ark hold everyone?"

"The ark doesn't need to be vast," Gilgamesh's bright red pupils turned on him, "and they are easily culled when they give up their voices."

Under those gazes, Enki couldn't make a sound for a moment.

How could anyone have eyes like his?It is so vast that it can hold the entire sea, and it also carries the tsunami before the storm, and the broken light projected through the long window is shining like gemstones.

This man is so handsome that he almost feels oppressive, with sharp eyes and haughty eyes, and he has a majestic freewheeling manner in his gestures. His majesty and self-confidence are natural, even if he is placed in a narrow flower shop, his charm will not be damaged in the slightest.

Ida, who was on the side, observed the words and expressions, and raised her hands obediently at the right time.

"……Can't understand!"

The little girl's voice usually seemed a little sharp and harsh when it was raised. Gilgamesh frowned, but he didn't get angry. He had a strange patience with children and said in a pointing tone.

"People listen to the voice of the media, then he has no thoughts of his own, don't you understand what that means?"

Tianji District [-], Bianyue District [-], and Zajian District [-], once the government has the right to speak, it will become very easy to manipulate public opinion.After the first trial, there were only a handful of citizens left in Zama. There were ten districts in Tianji and Bianyue. Among the ten districts, three districts preached "innocence" and seven districts preached "guilty". , the people docilely follow the voice of the media, and he loses his citizenship.This gradual deprivation will leave only the group of people in power in the end.

"Understood? People who give up thinking are also people who choose death with their own hands."

In the second trial, just as Gilgamesh said, about [-]% of the people voted to become a minority. Although the citizens except the narrow room can afford three failures, it is self-evident where the final result will go.

The people in the narrow space clasped their heads and shouted, smashing the ground wildly.

"so!!"

"Why is it guilty ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I don't know what their judgment criteria are! Don't those people above their heads have three logical views?!"

"Isn't it right to dare to die of domestic violence!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaur .

Seeing this farce, Gilgamesh laughed loudly with a "huhaha".

He began to feel that it was a good decision for him to come to Zaza before the destruction of the planet, and it was a great way to pass the boring time.

And Enkidu, after weaving two garlands, put them on two women, one big and one small, and then left. As far as Ishamut was concerned, Enkidu, who didn't care about everything and had no curiosity at all, unexpectedly It was rare to hear Gilgamesh speak for so long.

Gradually as night fell, the narrow room became quieter, and the cleaning machines rolled across the long street, cleaning up the mess of the day on the half-mud and half-brick ground.

α-162星球最开始没有狭间。天极四区——蓝移、星等、主序、月海。边越六区——绣眼、红隼、八色鸫、寿带、楼燕、金冠地莺。在200年的历史里，星球人口由1600万人增长到了2000余万，公民减少至1260万。

The original narrow space was just a wasteland.The exiles came here to take root and live, built dilapidated houses, stole waste products, and ate protein feed. In the sixth year, a small-scale gathering place was formed. No. 20 bribed Bianyue in eight years and got an abandoned 3D Printer, Tianji named the wasteland Zama in five years, and divided it into six districts, Lily of the Valley, Strelitzia, Zifangcao, Wooden Pen, Kale, and Iris.Set up a manager in each district, a place outside the law, a shelter for exiles.All the ground infrastructure of the building is manufactured by the earliest printer, and parts have been replaced continuously for more than 100 years, maintaining its working condition precariously.

The power grid divides the planet into two, and the world of the few and the world of the majority do not interfere with each other.Life in the narrow room is always noisy, cursing, lazy, sophisticated, pessimistic, short-sighted, and even the way of expressing emotions is distorted.

Gilgamesh likes to walk at night, and it is always quieter at this time. Due to the existence of the power grid, the ecology of the narrow space has always maintained a delicate balance. There are no crickets, and the mice are very big. Birds and cicadas sing One ring.

Bianyue and Tianji are always brightly lit all night long, and the city that never sleeps can be seen everywhere, and the uninterrupted carnival cannot eliminate fatigue. Only when walking in such a backward and quiet city can one feel a rare peace of mind.

It was late at night when he returned to Ida's flower shop, and Shamut was still awake, embroidering small flowers on a pale yellow handkerchief.From time to time, she picked up the towel on the side to wipe her hands, keeping her hands dry. Once the handkerchief was slightly stained with sweat or dust, its value would be greatly reduced. It must be a perfect handmade product to have a place in Tianji.

Perhaps it was because of the good mood left after the walk, Gilgamesh did not utter evil words.

"Cheap fabrics, cheap needlework, coupled with superficial aesthetics and color schemes, it's really unsightly, and the flowers are barely there." He sat down carelessly, with his heels on the table, "As far as a bastard is concerned, you The workmanship is pretty good."

Shammut pursed his lips and smiled, "Thank you."

Gilgamesh stopped talking, and under the dim light, her fingers circled the flowers like fluttering butterflies, which was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off them.

Gilgamesh is used to seeing beautiful things. Countless beauties are vying to crawl at his feet. There are countless rare treasures. The blue and red planets have been humbly dedicated to him, but what's the big deal about them? Born to have everything, wealth and fame are at your fingertips, money and jewels are everywhere, things that can move him are too rare, and occasionally there is something that makes him feel that it is still eye-catching, and he doesn't mind giving him generosity.

At this time, under the hazy moon that seemed to be covered with a veil, those hands were as beautiful as the flowers she embroidered, an extremely gentle, breath-taking beauty.

That man could never have a beauty in this life.

Gilgamesh frowned, realizing that his thoughts were drifting to someone who had nothing to do with him.Perhaps it was because this woman looked too similar to Enkidu, when looking at her, he would always think of another person unexpectedly.But Enkidu feels too inorganic, a kind of arrogance hidden under the indifferent appearance... high above, like a god looking down from the clouds.

But what qualifications do mere weapons have to look down on human beings?

"...So," Gilgamesh cleared his throat, and asked casually, with a casual "love to talk but not to talk" in his words, "you can survive in this kind of gutter with your skills. Go on, why let that guy do that kind of thing?"

Under his innate sense of oppression, no one would really say nothing, and Gilgamesh could see that Shamut was quite afraid of him.

"'That kind of business'...does it mean assassination...?" Shamut was a little confused. Assassination is a common job in the narrow space. Anyone who has the ability can do it. She didn't know that Gilgamesh looked down upon it so much. "Although I can sell some small things...but Enkidu..."

Thinking of the way Enkidu looked at Gilgamesh every time, she bit her lip and decided to say a little more.

"You should be able to see that he is a man with few desires. Poverty and wealth mean nothing to him... If it weren't for my illness, he wouldn't have taken up that kind of work."

"It looks like a completely indifferent weapon, that kind of guy would do anything for others." Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows, "Are you sick?"

"A genetic disease. I heard that there were some problems with gene splicing in the embryo, so I was abandoned here... Parents always want a more perfect child."

"Old-fashioned stories," he lacked interest, "all the misery in this world can be boiled down to stupidity."

"I don't understand those reasons..." She smiled cautiously, "But Enkidu is not cold and cold, he just..."

She paused, choosing her words carefully.She hasn't read many books, and she can't express herself well at this time. Her previous professional habits made her be cautious in every word.

"He just...sees too much equality in everything. In your opinion, this may be an expression of arrogance, but it is not the case. His heart is pure and flawless, and he especially likes beautiful things. If it is not my disease... you You know, medicines are always very scarce and expensive in Zaza, especially medicines for treating genetic diseases. He hates taking the lives of others rather than surviving, which is against his nature."

"But he still did it for you—it's kind of funny to hear this," Gilgamesh said with amused tone, "continue—"

"There's nothing left..." Shamut smiled wryly, and shook his head, "He... he hates to plunder, without me, he doesn't need any money, and he won't be bound... I'm sorry, Can't tell you anything."

"So that guy is just a skinny--" He paused, "Ha, I thought there would be some jokes worth pleasing me..."

Shammut froze for a moment, kept his fingers embroidering, and raised his eyelids to look at him very covertly.

"...you don't hate him... do you?... just as you don't hate Ida?"

Gilgamesh snorted.

"Hey, that guy is still an unfinished product in terms of human beings. At least until he becomes the sharpest and most useful weapon, I will consider including him in my treasure house..."

He suddenly showed a malicious smile, "However, you don't have this time anymore, the world is about to be destroyed. What to do, no matter how hard you struggle, it's too late, he can't change it. To die with despair is the same. It's a nice experience—you and him, the whole enclosure, the whole world—are going to die."

"..."

Mixed with the oppressive feeling deliberately exuded by the man, the air in the room became tense for an instant, and the fear of death hidden in the deepest part of his heart pressed against his face, and Shamut couldn't move.

After a few breaths, she smiled.

"You're right." She said softly.