Since The Red Moon Appeared

The whole sunny town suddenly became gloomy.

These people all carried a gloomy aura, curling up all over the town.

They are all people who have nothing and can only immerse themselves in beautiful dreams.

You want to destroy the museum yourself, but do you really want to destroy these unfortunate people together?

...

Looking up at the end of the street, the old man who went home was sitting alone under the street lamp, silently looking at the sky.

There was no one around him.

There is no meat for stewing, only a homemade cigarette, and only the last piece is left.

Because he borrowed the characteristics of the old man to enter the museum, Lu Xin understood the old man's past.

Thirty years ago, he lived a carefree life. After the red moon, he experienced great changes. He originally had a wife who never left, and a pair of lovely and sensible children.

Even though he was a bit of a jerk when he was young, he has since changed his mind, worked hard to live, made contributions in the war against lunatics, and contributed to the rebuilding of civilization.

But his life was as miserable as a curse.

The son died in a car accident, and the daughter was deaf because of a high fever. He and his wife worked hard to raise their daughter, and recruited a lame but kind son-in-law. As a result, the daughter died during childbirth and died on the operating table, leaving only one grandson.

The son-in-law is diligent and capable, but because of an engineering accident, he was squeezed into flesh by two cement boards.

His wife died in a series of disasters, so he raised his grandson and looked forward to him growing up.

As a result, when the grandson was six years old, he also died of a very small cold.

After a busy life, suddenly looking back, there is only myself and an old cow that may die at any time in this world.

How to deal with suffering in such a life?

In other words, with such suffering, what can others do other than watch?

...

"Ignorant people, who do not know where to go. Paranoid soul, incomplete forever."

"I am imprisoned in a cage, with red eyes and red tongue. Sleeping in a grave, I will always be with the stars."

"..."

While Lu Xin was thinking about this question, there was an ethereal song in the town.

This kind of singing is empty and strange, with a little vibrato, lacking the vigor of a living person, but rather like a ghost crying floating in a cemetery.

At the beginning, the singing was just a single and illusory sound, but gradually, the sound became more and more and converged into a stream.

The stream becomes a big river, and the big river joins the sea.

As a result, all the lonely souls in this small town suddenly raised their heads blankly.

They twitched the corners of their lips, following the song, slowly, like the living dead, walking from all directions of the town.

Shaking and fascinated, he knelt on the bluestone floor of the town.

Lu Xin saw a lot of people, there were at least tens of thousands of people in the whole town, and they all gathered together.

His eyes were empty, his expression was numb, and he slowly shook his body following that weird singing voice.

The body seems to be holding a rocking clock, and the top of the head slowly draws three circles to the left, then two circles to the right, and then slowly erects the waist, and then kowtows down heavily, with a thud, the forehead is pierced. Knocked out a bruise, and slowly straightened up.

One click, one click, like a machine, repeating this action, bowing to the front, as if worshiping their god.

Lu Xin felt that the power of the town was increasing.

The illusion that I saw just now seems to be gradually improving as if it has an automatic repair function.

The bluestone path that he stepped out of the gap is gradually becoming complete, and the air around him is infinitely pressurized.

Invisible spiritual forces affected his brain.

The scenery and people in front of him were becoming out of focus.

He saw the invisible figure, as if it had become a whole.

They swayed their bodies and bowed forward, becoming more and more orderly, with exaggerated movements and uniform amplitudes.

The singing in his mouth also became louder and louder.

At the end, it was like thunder, wave after wave, rolling forward.

The brain seems to have received a strong impact, being squeezed by this kind of singing.

These people are trying to get back their sweet dreams.

Lu Xin suddenly understood.

The mental fluctuations in these people are consistent with the archbishop.

This town is not the main body of the Museum of Calamity, but the souls representing Calamity.

Everyone who has reached the third stage can increase his spiritual power infinitely.

But how to maintain one's sobriety and reason in the infinitely increasing spiritual power is the core.

The Archbishop of Calamity uses this Calamity Museum to ensure that he has infinite Calamity power that can be used by putting these unfortunate people into bottles.

No wonder he can parasitize the Queen of Happy Town with such a huge spiritual power, because he has these collections as the backing.

...

The nose was slightly hot, and blood seemed to have flowed out.

Lu Xin's eyes were gloomy, his palms twitched slightly, twisted into a weird look.

His eyes have turned blood red, and he wants to rush forward and tear the crowd to pieces.

But is it really so?

"Gudong" sound.

The heart seemed to beat heavily, and Lu Xin's eyes returned to clarity.

Looking at the front, there are actually no fanatical crowds and monsters, some are just a group of poor people.

So Lu Xin let out a slow sigh, and his expression gradually calmed down.

...

"I have felt your pain, so I understand you too."

After thinking quietly for a long time, Lu Xin slowly raised his head and looked at them seriously.

In fact, there is no need to say these words at this time, but Lu Xin still looked at them and said seriously: "Your pain and misfortune have been taken away and made into weapons to hurt others. Some people lure you with false illusions. Let you continue to improve his strength, does this help you, or push you deeper into the abyss of pain?"

"You are fooled. You think this place can help you forget the pain, but in fact, you have always remembered it."

Taking a deep breath, Lu Xin's voice was very low: "Your pain and misfortune have already happened, and I can't help you."

"But I think, in this fake world, at least I can give you something real."

"..."

He said these words seriously, then pulled the doll and bowed slightly to them.

"My sympathy."

He spoke slowly, his voice very gentle:

"Maybe it can't help much, but I really know how hard your life is."

...

His voice was not loud, but in this world of intertwined spirits, it reached everyone's ears.

An old man who was sitting in an invisible corner, admiring the showdown, was slightly stunned.

He slowly raised his face, which was covered by the brim of his hat, with a strange expression.

...

Sympathy is the cheapest thing in the world.

However, when Lu Xin said these words seriously, a slight change gradually appeared in the town.

The singing continued, and it still sounded so frenzied and crazy.

All the people, still in the same posture, bowed down to some unknown god in that weird way.

But in this fanatical crowd, there was a woman who was wrapped in the ranks. After feeling the influence of Lu Xin, her numb expression changed slightly. She was still singing and bowing like the others, but on her face, But gradually shed tears.

Gradually, her crying became louder and louder, she could no longer sing, and her kowtow movements became chaotic.

Lu Xin had seen this woman in the bottle.

At that time, in order to save her husband, she sold the small restaurant she worked hard for and spent all her savings, but her husband still died, so she became silent and numb, as if nothing could affect her anymore to her.

She hadn't said a word seriously for many years, and she didn't show any emotion.

But at this moment, she suddenly started to cry, her shoulders kept shaking, and the cry became louder and louder, turning into howling.

Her cry was extremely sad, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances and pain.

She is only the first one, and there are many more people in this town who are being affected.

Their neat and uniform movements, like the long embankment destroyed by the ant's nest, gradually collapsed, and it was like their own numbness and immutability, corroded by a crack, so the second, third, fourth one, and cried.

More and more crying, it seems that it has a powerful force in itself, and began to spread actively.

The cry appeared in this beautiful town, but it shook the whole world.

...

Too many people underestimate the power of compassion.

Sympathy may indeed be the most useless emotion in the world.

But for those who have been numb from disasters and misfortunes, and whose shell is as cold as a stone, a little sympathy can break the shell, and in their numbness, there is a feeling of pain, and there is the ability to cry.

Being able to cry is a very happy thing in itself.

So, cry all you want.

Lu Xin looked at the group of crying people silently, and sincerely wished in his heart that they would be truly reborn.

...

"Impossible, impossible..."

"How dare you do this?"

"..."

When the bottle was full of crying, the Archbishop of Calamity in the light cocoon showed a look of surprise and even hatred on his face.

He should have tried his best to complete this parasitic ritual, but he couldn't care about it at all, because he could feel the changes in the Museum of Calamity, and his power was no longer pure. Therefore, he quickly weighed and made a decision resolutely.

Suddenly, a large number of nerves and blood vessels were pulled out from the Queen's body.

With scarlet blood, it floated in the air, and then quickly swam out of the light spot and flew to one side.

In the happy town that was beaten to ruins, there is a black box hidden.

Inside the box is an old museum model.

The nerves and blood vessels that flew out of his body rushed to the front of the model and inserted straight in.