Morality, propriety, righteousness, trust, and benevolence, which one do you belong to?
To be honest, Liu Zheng doesn't think he owns any of them.
Needless to say, he was an orphan and grew up wild. If it hadn't been for the old dean and the government's welfare policy, he would have been a Yakuza element.
If you believe me, although he can't be said to be full of lies, he still has quite a lot of perfunctory remarks about his bosses and colleagues.
Not to mention De Heren, the security guards who died under Liu Zheng, the waiters at Eleventh Floor, and the Pet People types in the "Sunshine Pet Store" pet shop would not approve of it.
Only Yi could barely get involved. After all, he was just about to betray the owners who provided him with information when he was interrupted by the diagnosis of ALS.
"Then let's try righteousness first."
he decided.
Although Liu Zheng still doesn't think he can bear it, it shouldn't crush him to death, right?
"Okay."
Si Xue didn't give him a chance to regret it, so he directly stretched out his hand and grabbed it.
Rainbow Phoenix A piece of "sheep"-like pictographic pattern on his leg was torn off along with feathers and flesh.
"Bah!"
Although Phoenix did not move, Liu Zheng's whine sounded in its ears.
In this regard, he could only express his helplessness.
Not to mention that he doesn't have the ability to rescue it at all, even in front of him, he really needs Phoenix's ability to protect himself.
A whole ball of flesh and feathers was grabbed out of Obsidian Pillar and came to the top of Liu Zheng's head.
Si Xue let go of his hand, and the flesh and feathers immediately turned into a colorful oracle bone inscription with the word "righteousness" and fell towards him.
The bottom two strokes of "righteousness" were like two sheep's hooves, stepping heavily on his shoulders.
Liu Zheng groaned, feeling that what he was carrying was not a word, but a mountain.
And this mountain is not pressing on his body, but on his soul.
The word "righteousness" was pressed down again, and countless pictures appeared in his mind.
When Liu Zheng was a child, he fought with other older children to protect the children who invited him to eat bubble gum.
When he was in middle school, a female classmate handed him a note confessing her love, but the teacher found out that Liu Zheng ate the note directly.
Until Liu Zheng hugged Baojie and blocked the fart bomb aimed at her at the cost of a broken heart.
Countless pictures solidified into bricks and stones, rising from the soles of his feet and finally over his head, supporting the word "righteousness".
These bricks and stones are not stable and are even crumbling under the pressure of the word "righteousness".
But in the end, he still helped Liu Zheng hold up the mountain of "righteousness" above his head, which made his whole soul feel light.
"You actually managed to stand up."
Si Xue looked a little surprised, but not particularly surprised.
"Yes, if you take the average morality of Metropolis as the standard, you can almost run for sainthood."
There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
"In that case, why doesn't City Hall not think of ways to improve the moral quality of the masses?"
Liu Zheng had just woken up from the heavy pressure, and his mind had not yet recovered, so he asked subconsciously.
"Morality? Whose morality?"
Si Xue asked rhetorically.
"Humans have human morality, Cow-Horse has the morality of Cow-Horse, Vampire has the morality of Vampire, and there are thousands of Metropolis certified races. So which race's morality should be used as the standard?"
"The greatest common divisor can be sought."
Since Si Xue didn't tell him to shut up, he continued talking.
"Then who will determine the greatest common denominator?"
Si Xue asked.
"A lower house can be established, and then representatives of various races will serve as members, and these members will be responsible for relevant affairs."
Liu Zheng said without hesitation.
As a journalist who has experienced compulsory education and higher education, he still has some political literacy.
"Then choosing this greatest common denominator morality is most beneficial to which races?"
Si Xue asked again.
"It is most beneficial to those weak races."
Liu Zheng replied.
"So, do you still need me to continue asking questions?"
Si Xue sneered.
"No need, boss."
He sighed.
This world is an extraordinary world, and the gap in strength between individuals is wider than the gap between Renhe bugs in reality.
Bugs can at least bite you or spray some venom.
But in this world, a strong man like Si Xue would die if he looked at him.
What maintains the Metropolis order is not the morality of the greatest common denominator, nor the compromise between races, but the City Hall violence that is enough to suppress all races.
"If one day you can look outside Borderlands, you will understand that Metropolis is not bad. Of course, by then you will have forgotten this conversation."
Si Xue said lightly.
"I just want to stay at Restaurant and work hard, I don't want to go anywhere."
Liu Zheng immediately showed his loyalty.
As for the things he has caused now, without the protection of Restaurant employee status, he would have been grouped and quartered long ago.
Even if he hides in Sewer, it may not be safe unless he hides directly in Shelter.
But if you hide in Shelter, Liu Zheng, you will gradually forget about it. In the future, you will probably even forget about your return, and then it will completely decay.
"I'm not Cow-Horse, I don't need you to keep flattering me. Do you still have a choice?"
Si Xue asked.
"Is one word enough? Boss."
"It's hard to say, it depends on how much attention he pays to you."
Si Xue shook his head and said.
The president of the Writers Association is a very mysterious person. She has not actually dealt with him a few times and is not sure about his strength.
"Then let's write another letter."
Liu Zheng gritted his teeth and said.
"Okay."
Si Xue waved his hand, and the word "letter" was torn off Rainbow Phoenix's body.
The word "letter" fell on his neck like a guillotine. This time it was no longer the pressure of a mountain, but the sharpness of gravity acceleration.
Liu Zheng felt that his body and head would be separated in the next second, and even "Flesh Rebirth" could not function as a beheading at the soul level.
At this moment, countless images appeared again, turning into chains around his neck.
Keeping one's word is both a bond and a protection.
Chains one by one are continuously cut off by the guillotine with the word "xin", and continue to be generated, until the sharpness of the guillotine is exhausted.
"Huh~"
He let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he had passed another level.
"It's been two words, are you still coming?"
Si Xue is not surprised that he carried the word "letter".
The two words "faithfulness" and "faithfulness" are often used together. A person who is truly loyal is often more trustworthy.
"Come on, this time I want the word 'virtue' and the word 'benevolence'."
Liu Zheng gritted his teeth and said.
He doesn't like to leave his fate to luck.
Rather than being killed by the president of the Writers Association because there are not enough "words", it is better to be crushed to death by these "words" now.
Besides, Si Xue can't really let him die here.
"Okay."
Si Xue stretched out his hand again, and the word "virtue" and the word "benevolence" were torn off at the same time.