Earth Exam [Unlimited]

tenth floor.

The wind blew over the charred wreckage, and the few remaining wooden pillars swayed. The moonlight sprinkled on the top floor like water, casting mottled shadows.

It was empty and there was no one there.

But Zhao Xian must be here.

Hide-and-seek cats are not looking for and chasing the examinees, on the contrary, it is the examinees looking for clues to find the hidden "cat". The cat can be Zhao Xian, or it can be some other poor soul.

"Zhao Xian, we know you must be here! Can you come out for a while!"

The girl walking with Jane quietly walked to the center of the top floor, put her hands around her mouth in a trumpet shape: "We have no malicious intentions, just want to meet you, please trust us once!"

I don't think your method is reliable.

"I just want to give it a try. What if he is willing to come out and communicate with us? If we can't even find him, the first step is over."

The girl spread her hands helplessly, and now she has realized that peek-a-boo-mao is not that the examinee survived in the hands of unknown creatures, but that the examinee found the core character of a clue and successfully cleared the level through certain unknown conditions.

"Do you want this?" In the silent top floor, Jane quietly took out two things from her pocket, a photo and a love letter, "Can you meet us?"

Still no response from the top floor, but the wind picked up.

"If you don't want to come out, can you tell me where the fire is?"

The wind blew across the top floor, making a whimpering sound.

When the wind stopped, a cluster of extremely faint flames stood in front of Jian Qiao.

Sure enough, Zhao Xian could hear them talking, but he didn't want to appear.

Jane quietly placed the photo in her hand on the flames in front of her eyes, and the flames climbed up along with the corners of the photos, burning out a distorted black, which turned into ashes bit by bit in the wind.

One after another photos disappeared in this cluster of flames, those who cried for mercy, those whose faces were covered with blood, those who were punched and kicked... the humble and desperate past, the unbearable experience, all disappeared in this flame.

All photos are burned.

There is only a curled love letter left in Jian Qiao's hand.

The flame jumped eagerly.

The girl who was traveling with her held Jian Qiao's hand and shook her head slightly, with a look of disapproval in her eyes.

This is their last bargaining chip.

If Zhao Xian is still unwilling to show up after burning this love letter, then they will be in a very passive state without restraint.

No one likes uncertain variables.

The flames are going out.

"Trust me," Jane whispered, "we should burn it."

long silence.

Maybe it was because Jian Qiao's expression was too determined, maybe it was some kind of sympathy in her heart, the girl finally let go.

Flames engulfed the love letter.

The burning flames were reflected in the pupils, like a butterfly struggling at the end.

The last corner of the love letter was burned.

The flames go out, the wind stops.

Behind the incomplete pillar, a dark shadow appeared, gradually taking on a human shape.

It's Mr. Zhao.

He has been hiding behind the pillar and can only see part of it.

"It's all, ruined, lost, I... am not, a monster..."

He probably hasn't spoken for a long time, his tone is weird, his voice is hoarse, and his words are vague.

"I, Liberation...don't need to...be beaten."

"what!"

The girl let out a short scream, but she quickly covered her mouth and calmed down.

The scene in front of him was indeed a bit scary. Zhao Xian shuffled out from behind the pillar. His body was covered with criss-cross burns. It was horrifying and looked like a walking charred corpse.

"Very, scary, yes, no, it's..."

This is what he looked like when he died.

He trapped himself in the past, and in his short life, everyone told him that homosexuality is a disease, that people of the same sex are monsters, shameful, and disgusting.

It should never be restored, it should be cast aside forever.

No one helped him until his death.

He endured more and more bullying. That day in the chemical laboratory, when the alcohol burned, the flames engulfed everything wantonly. The person who bullied him ran away, only he stood still.He didn't want to run, and he didn't want to run away.

too tired.

He is too tired to live.

At that time, through the raging flames, he could still see the disgusted eyes of those perpetrators.

Because he likes the same sex, he should be bullied as a matter of course.

Day after day, month after month, it seems that there is no end to it for a long time.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and Zhao Xian had difficulty breathing. Standing in the flames, he suddenly thought of a story he had read many years ago. The boy confessed to his mother that he was gay. His mother had just heard it. Started crying sadly.

The boy asked his mother why he was crying, and the mother told him that she was crying not because he liked the boy, but because she knew that this road was destined to be much harder than others.

At that time, he didn't understand what this sentence meant, and he didn't understand it deeply until now.

But that boy has a mother who worries about him, but he is alone, and will always be alone.

No one can understand him.

"Because... I'm a monster."

Standing in front of them, Zhao Xian said exactly the same words as when he was engulfed in flames.

"Because... I'm sick."

"I, shouldn't exist."

"Did you do anything illegal because of your sexuality?"

Zhao Xian shook his head slowly.

"Have you ever hurt someone because of your sexuality?"

Zhao Xian still shook his head.

"You have neither violated the law nor violated morality. No matter what your sexual orientation is, you should have the right to be respected."

"Homosexuality is not a disease."

"It's not a monster to like the same sex."

"you're not wrong."

Jane looked into his eyes quietly and said word by word: "You are not wrong."

It doesn't matter if you fall in love with someone of the opposite gender or the same gender as you, as long as you don't break the law, don't violate morality, and don't hurt others, then no one can criticize your choice, and no one can tell you what to do.

One should not be trapped by prejudice.

The reason why we want to study and learn is not to be superior to others, not to be complacent, but to learn equality, tolerance and respect.

As the British female writer Evelyn Beatrice Hall said in "Voltaire's Friends": I don't agree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to speak.

Not the same as this, but in a sense, it doesn't seem to be any different.

"Zhao Xian, you trapped yourself." Jian Qiao said, "I have always believed that sexual orientation is not a reason for discrimination, let alone an excuse for others to commit violence."

"You are a victim and you did nothing wrong."

"I, no, wrong." Zhao Xian repeated, "I, no, wrong!"

A faint light spread from Zhao Xian's heart, gradually enveloping him.

After the light dissipated, it was a new look.

The dead soul will show the most beautiful posture in life. Zhao Xian is because he is constantly indulging in the past and stubbornly punishing himself with other people's mistakes.

So he kept looking burnt, horrible and sick because he thought he was a monster.

"Although it's very regrettable, but—" Zhao Xian said with a smile, "thank you very much."

Thank you for the way you chose, so gentle.

What does Zhao Xian want?

It's not about revenge, it's not about redressing grievances, it's just about kind affirmation.

A little is enough.

Jian Qiao suddenly remembered the messy words on the back of the scholarship application form: Man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains.

[Psychology class "Hide and Seek", successfully cleared the level. 】

The author has something to say: "Man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains." From Rousseau.

Zhao Xian thanked Jian Qiao because another way of customs clearance was to threaten Zhao Xian with photos and love letters, forcing Zhao Xian to collapse again and forcibly clearing the customs.It's just that Jane chose the gentle one.