The Gradually Collapsing World
Autmon is a poet who earns a living by writing poems and other literary works. His wife, Mili, is a full-time housewife, and they are Mili a child.
The family lived a simple and happy life, though there were some minor problems. For example, Mili always thought that Autmon was too generous; he didn't care about the gains and losses of things and was not good at refusing other people's requests, even if those requests were a bit excessive.
For example, today, a stranger knocked on their door. This ragged man, who looked to be about thirty years old, had a handsome smile on his face and said to Autmon when he opened the door, "Mr. Autmon? I'm one of your readers, and I really enjoy your work."
"I was robbed nearby and left penniless. I thought you were nearby, so I came to find you with great apologies!" The man sat on the table that Mili had just wiped clean, eating their lunch and recounting his experience, while also discussing his work with Autmon.
This made Autmon very happy, after all, the other person was one of his loyal readers, and it felt good to help someone like that. Seeing her husband so happy, Mili didn't say anything more.
The man then asked to borrow some money so he could go home and take care of his business. Autmon laughed heartily and said, "No problem, but you don't look too well. Why don't you stay at my place for a couple of days before you leave?"
"Is it okay?" Autmon asked with delight, seemingly oblivious to Mili's pale face beside him.
And so, the man settled into Autmon's house. He would often make requests of Autmon and Mili with a charming smile, starting with something as simple as helping to fetch a spoon, and gradually escalating the requests.
The two-day stay was gradually extended until one night, the man knocked on Autmon's door, waking Autmon and Mili who were already asleep. Looking at the two of them, the man had a handsome smile on his face and said very politely, "Autmon, I've been at your house for so many days and haven't been able to solve my problem for too long, so could I borrow Mili for one night?"
Autmon looked at Mili, who was heavily pregnant and had an incredulous expression, and said to the man with a pained expression, "Mili is pregnant. How about I call a prostitute for you? Oh, brother, she's my wife. Okay, okay, be gentle!"
So, to Mili's incredulous gaze, Autmon pushed her out of the room and into the man's arms. The man continued, "Mr. Autmon, thank you so much! Could you please finish your poem quickly? I'd like to listen to it; it would be more enjoyable that way!"
"Okay, I'll try my best!" Autmon's eyes were red as he looked at his wife with reluctance. He went to get paper and pen, and placed his hand on Mili, leaving her no way to resist.
Hearing his wife's pained voice, Autmon's inspiration surged, and soon a perfect poem, "The Way of Hospitality," was completed. The man congratulated Autmon and left the next day. Mili stared blankly as her husband published his poem, somewhat at a loss.
The thoughts of calling the police, getting a divorce, and suicide swirled in my mind, but I held back in the end. After all, that devil was gone, and life should return to normal soon. However, the nightmare had only just begun.
With the release of his the Way of Hospitality, Autmon surprisingly attracted a large number of readers and fans. These readers moved into Autmon's home, indulging in everything that was originally theirs, and often politely made various requests of him.
As the number of fans grew, Autmon's home became like a sacred place. They treated the Way of Hospitality as gospel, established a sect, and preached the Way of Hospitality. Believers politely made various unreasonable requests to others, and if they refused, they were considered heretics and forced to recite the Way of Hospitality.
Meanwhile, at Autmon's home, Mili gave birth to her son in front of a crowd. Afterwards, the baby was taken away by these people, and they later wrote the Way of Hospitality on the wall with some blood.
This group of people has gone completely insane. The government intervened forcefully, choosing to kill these lunatics while wearing earmuffs. They discovered that if someone listened to the entire "The Way of Hospitality," they would wholeheartedly agree with everything about the Way of Hospitality. Then, when someone politely makes a request, no matter how unreasonable, they would not refuse and would frantically spread this the Way of Hospitality to those around them.
Ultimately, these people were imprisoned and deprived of their ability to spread information. The poem "The Way of Hospitality" was also listed as a forbidden book, and most traces of it were destroyed by special means. The wall where the blood letter was written was also destroyed, but according to some intelligence, someone made a copy of it, which has since disappeared.
Somewhere on the Waterblue Star, three beams of light suddenly appeared, each displaying a faint human figure. One of them slowly said, "They've begun spreading memes."
"Isn't this what we expected?" another person said. "Spreading memes is indeed the best way to destroy Waterblue Star. Once this foundation is gone, the final day will come."
"What is that person's opinion?" the third person asked the first person.
"He makes no comment, regardless of success or failure!" The first person shook his head and continued, "Let's activate Plan C. This meme was formed after a long period of inducement by the other side, and its power isn't yet great. Next time, it might be different..."
"Agreed!" The three light screens disappeared, leaving only the last echo.
"Memes?" Lu Li at a secret video playing on his phone. It contained information about the Way of Hospitality. Since most of the Way of Hospitality had been destroyed, leaving only a name and a copy, the harm had been limited. However, Lu Li could imagine that more and more dangerous memes would appear in this world.
For example, the "Doctor's Drug" that Lu Li spread through Xiao Tianyang is a special kind of meme item. Of course, its transmissibility is not very strong, but its potential for harm is huge, after all, it can be considered Hu Wenxu's last legacy.
Of course, Lu Li's current interest lies in the confrontation before him, the confrontation between Li Chengfeng and Li Qingsong.
In Li Qingsong's view, today is his mother's memorial service. Although he feels strange about holding it again, he can't just stand by and watch someone be killed at the memorial service. He also wants to take this opportunity to protect Li Yunshui and his son from this danger, which is a kind of compensation for cause and effect, so that he can completely sever ties with them.
For Li Chengfeng, his only goal right now is to kill Li Yunshui. Anyone who gets in his way is an enemy, and anyone who shelters that scumbag is undoubtedly a scumbag himself.
"Then let me see, the deeper secrets of this world..." Lu Li had already seen some men in black appearing in the distance. The Countermeasure Bureau's reaction speed was as fast as ever.