Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (28): "We Imprisoned a God"
At Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, on the fourth floor, the skeleton in the room was still tirelessly singing an incomprehensible nursery rhyme, grating on everyone's nerves.
The method for treating "insomnia" was quite clear: using the items left behind after two people died to make a potion would be just enough to save one person.
But in practice, two deaths were far from enough.
The antidote required soil, mushrooms, yellow butterflies, and yellow flowers. Soil and mushrooms could not drop from the same person, meaning at least three people had to die to gather enough ingredients to make an antidote capable of saving one person.
Moreover, many materials dropped at random. If they were unlucky, even more people might have to die...
Sacrifice the majority to save a few, or let everyone die together fairly?
The latter clearly defied rationality. But if they chose the former, what standard should determine who was sacrificed and who was saved?
Life was what people desired; death was what people abhorred. What right did anyone else have to decide another person's life or death without permission?
Jiang Jue was no saint. He had once plotted the deaths of innocent people for the greater good, but those had usually been cases of sacrificing a few to fulfill the many.
Now, the numbers had been reversed. Once conflict arose, it would inevitably be the minority that suffered.
For a moment, Jiang Jue had no idea what to do. He held a cigarette between two fingers and puffed away, his brow tightly furrowed.
Chen Lidong finally ran out of patience and broke the silence first. "Jiang Jue, you're an old hand from the Listen Wind Guild. Make the call. Who dies, and who lives?"
He deliberately