I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 991: The City is Empty and Sad Every Night

"There is no hope for humanity in this world."

"Some things belong in the grave."

"If you can really destroy me, do it..."

"This is the best possible outcome."

……

The ethereal voice spoke to Mo Ling slowly, with a hint of death in it. Mo Ling could feel the obvious desire to die, and could also feel the despair revealed in its words.

He wanted to say something to persuade her, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.

Persuade the other person to live a good life?
Or should you persuade the other person that “there is still tomorrow”?
This is a vast expanse of white, and outside is the pitch-black ruins. Human beings have long lost the color of "life".

On the contrary, those "relic people" created by humans are still vigorous and high-spirited.

This long-dead human civilization is like a ghost that is unwilling to leave. It stretches out its bony arms and tightly grasps the ankles of the living, trying desperately to crawl out of the soil and reappear in the world...

"I'm telling you this just to let you know what I've been through, not to make you pity me and not hold back."

The ethereal voice sounded again, calling out to the hesitant Mo Ling.

"I'm not holding back..." Mo Ling shuddered: "I can't destroy you. You're too big, and my ability is limited."

After hearing Mo Ling's answer, the other party was silent for a while, and then spoke again: "This is not a problem. Come closer to me."

Although he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, Mo Ling still flew towards the "white earth" decisively.

"Come closer..."

"Come closer, come to me..."

With each sentence of urging, Mo Ling got closer and closer to the "white earth".

He passed through the thick white clouds and was about to land on the ground when the ethereal voice gave him new guidance:
"Go left..."

"forward……"

After some guidance, Mo Ling landed in a hidden base on the edge of the city and came to a building.

"Come in."

Mo Ling followed the other party's words and entered the building. After walking through several corridors, he pushed open the door and saw what the other party wanted him to find, which was -

a cat.

The cat lay quietly on the laboratory table, as if basking in the non-existent sun.

Seeing Mo Ling coming in, it stretched and jumped down.

As soon as Mo Ling opened the central glass door, the cat walked over lazily and rubbed Mo Ling's feet.

"Hello."

Mo Ling didn't know what to say, so he could only greet him in a friendly manner, just like he was treating the "person" floating in the white universe.

"Are you Xiaobai?"

"Meow."

"Didn't you speak human language just now? Why don't you speak anymore? I don't understand cat language."

Hearing Mo Ling's serious words, the white cat seemed to show a disappointed expression on its face, which was very human.

The ethereal voice sounded again: "Sure enough, you are not him. Only he can pretend to understand what I say..."

"Your master?"

"Yes, he actually didn't understand anything and was just answering randomly, but the meaning was pretty close to what I guessed." "And you just kept cooperating with him?"

"Of course. He likes to hear my meow, so I keep meowing for him. He likes to guess what I'm saying, so I keep letting him guess. He likes to see other people's admiring expressions, so I let him satisfy them. Isn't that good?"

"Hmm..." Mo Ling hesitated for a while. Although he didn't quite understand the "sentiment" between the owner and the pet, he still nodded affirmatively.

"It seems you miss him a lot."

"How could I not want to?"

The white cat's jewel-like eyes flashed, as if a hint of sadness passed through them.

The sadness was fleeting and it returned to its animal calmness.

The "human" characteristics seem to appear only when talking about its owner. Most of the time, the cat's behavior and expressions are no different from those of a normal cat. No wonder the owner didn't know it was a relic at first.

"You have seen me. Now, if you destroy me, the entire white universe will disappear. This should be within your ability, right?"

"You mean, this cat?" Mo Ling asked in surprise.

"That's right. I was born as a cat. No matter how my body extends, the source of my abilities lies in this cat. It's like pouring a bottle of white paint into a river, dyeing the entire river white. As long as the bottle of paint is removed, the whitened areas will slowly return to their original appearance... Those humans knew this, so they wouldn't let my master take me away."

So that's how it is. Mo Ling nodded, and he also understood the other party's thoughts.

but now……

Should he kill the white cat with his own hands?

Mo Ling looked at the cat's clear eyes and felt a little hesitant.

"Is there no other way?"

He thought for a moment and asked the other party, "Can you cut off the connection between the outside world and this white universe?"

If possible, he wouldn't have to destroy this place, and the heavenly soldiers outside would naturally become ineffective.

However, the other party's answer made him very disappointed:

"No, I can't control it. All I can do is keep extending it. The contact between white space and reality is irreversible. Anyone who is connected can use it. I am just the bottle that 'pours paint'. I can't control the paint in the river..."

At this point, there seems to be no better way.

It was very easy for Mo Ling to destroy the white cat.

Once the teleportation frame is aimed, all problems can be solved in just a moment.

The undead in this world will not be resurrected, the heavenly soldiers will not continue to commit evil, and the cruel cycle in the ruins of the entire city will stop. It seems that the only price is Xiaobai's life. What a "worthwhile" thing this is.

A cat for everything.

This is a trolley problem that everyone can do.

As if seeing Mo Ling's hesitation, the white cat stared at him with clear eyes and uttered that ethereal voice again:

"What are you waiting for?"

"I'm thinking of a better way..." Mo Ling replied in a low voice: "This is a bit cruel to you."

"There is no better way. You have to know that everything has a price. Whether in the abyss or outside the abyss, there is no absolutely perfect option. You will always lose something... I should have been buried with this desolate world long ago. There is no point in living for so long."

Xiaobai has made up his mind to die. He has been lonely in this white universe for so long and he is eager for someone to put an end to him.

Listening to its persuasion, Mo Ling did not answer anything, but silently raised his hands, spread them in front of him, and looked at his palms.

His hands have never been stained with innocent blood.

Cube has never taken any innocent life.

Now, do we really want to cross the line?
(End of this chapter)