Why it never ends

Chapter 308 Privileges
"Keep calm...Keep calm!" Chiba repeated these four words irritably, "And then will things get any better—"

"Chiba! Don't be like this... There is really not much we can do now, but at least we can try to find the reason why Hesta was stimulated?
"We talked to Sean last week. Sean said that the two brothers met Alvira by chance in Clark Square two months ago. It happened that their mother had the same hair color as Alvira. Most of the reasons why Ervin took the initiative to join the "killing photography" were Alvira, so now that Alvira is dead, Calvin will be sad-this is the crux of the matter.

"Then what about Hesta? Why did she suddenly become like this... She has always trusted you, do you understand the clue?"

Chiba had a sullen face and didn't answer.

There were footsteps coming from the end of the corridor, Valenti raised her head, and saw the nurse at the reception desk walking towards them with a letter, "Ms. Chiba, I have your letter."

Qianye took it silently, and quickly read the letter.Valenti deliberately looked away, but glanced at the envelope with some curiosity—the postmark of the core city was printed on it.

Chiba's expression became more gloomy as he read.

"...What's wrong?" Valenti asked, "Who sent it?"

"It's Ava."

"Ava?" Valenti blinked. "What did she say to you in the letter?"

"It's not a letter..." Chiba put her elbows on her knees, her wrists resting on her forehead, her breathing became very slow, "It's Ava's critical illness notification..."

"...critically ill?" Valenti frowned unbearably, after a moment of silence, she suddenly realized something, "...Why did Ava's critically ill notice be sent to you?"

Chiba's throat moved, "Because she used to be my assistant officer...and guardian."

Valenti's eyes slowly widened—she and Chiba could be regarded as friends who grew up together, but she knew nothing about it.

Qianye suddenly became very quiet, she sat motionless on her seat, the critical illness notice was tightly pinched between her fingers, covering half of her face.

Valenti wanted to say something, but every word struck her as out of place.She had never seen Qianye so depressed, some vitality disappeared from her eyes, replaced by a deep tiredness.

"Mazaki..."

"I have to go to the core city." Chiba whispered.

"...You go, leave this place to me."

Chiba looked sideways at Valenti, "Can you bring back the former Jane?"

Valenti gave a wry smile, "I can only...do my best not to make things worse."

"Okay." Chiba lowered her head and covered her eyes with her palms for a while. After a while, she took a quick breath and stood up again, "That's very rare...call me anytime if you need anything. Come back the day after tomorrow."

……

It was early in the morning when the train arrived at the core city, and Chiba walked alone through the brightly lit underground passage, along the automatic track, from underground to the entrance of the apartment of the Mercury Needles.

In the core city, most of the buildings belonging to AHgAs are underground. Chiba's room is on the 26th floor underground. She hasn't been here for a long time.

It was close to four o'clock, and the curtain wall of the corridor changed from dark night to light blue dawn, and some faint birdsong sounded one after another—even though this is underground, the interior of the building simulated natural changes to the greatest extent.

She sat alone in the room until six o'clock, a brand new mercury needle uniform was spread on the bed, Chiba looked at it, put it on and took it off several times.

At quarter past six, the alarm clock for going out rang, Qianye stood in front of the mirror for the last time to look at himself, and changed back into the camel-colored windbreaker.

She came to the lobby and followed the core city guide to the hospital where Ava was. After a series of complicated identity verification and security checks, she finally came to the ward where Ava was.

Chiba glanced at her watch, it was [-]:[-], which is usually Ava's breakfast time - although her current physical condition should not allow her to eat anymore.

The door of the ward was smoothly closed towards the inside of the wall, and Chiba saw Ava sitting on the bed and concentrating on reading. The electronic screen keenly caught the old man's sight, and flipped the next page at the right time.

After about a few minutes, Ava finally glanced at the door, "You're here."

Chiba then walked into the ward.

There was an empty chair by Ava's bed, but Qianye didn't sit down there immediately, she stood aside with her hands on the back of the chair, glanced at the greeting cards on the bedside table, and suddenly said, "This year's Did you judge the Ava Morgan Award yourself?"

"Of course." Ava's tone rose, "I can't do this kind of thing to others."

"Really," Chiba's tone was noncommittal, "It's hard for me to imagine that you would award the medical award to the midwifery needle... Are you sick and confused, Ava?"

Ava laughed twice, she looked at Qianye meaningfully, and said in a gentle voice: "How should I put it, a 72-year-old lady occasionally has some new insights into life... This feeling, some people may not even be able to feel it at the age of 35." Young people who won’t survive probably don’t really understand.”

Qianye pulled the chair back a few centimeters and sat down, "What kind of insight, let's hear it."

"Living is the first priority."

"That's it?"

"That's it." Ava leaned back slightly, and the hospital bed behind her immediately changed its inclination angle according to her posture, "1 dead great men are no match for a chained slave, as long as this If the slave is still alive, she is better than all the heroes in the pile of stories..."

"why?"

Ava withdrew her gaze, turned her head to look at the wall curtain with mountains on the side, she took a deep breath, and the brilliance of birth gradually emerged in her eyes.

"A living slave, even if she is chained and her mouth is covered, she still has her own limbs and her own voice... She still has the opportunity to deconstruct everything, overthrow everything, and rebuild everything, because the chains of death are always Broken by the living, the dead history is always revived in the hands of the new—life creates its own history all the time, and only by being alive can it be possible to share this privilege.

"After death, she will no longer be able to exist as a 'person', and she will be completely reduced to an 'object' for future generations to interpret——her enemies slander her, she cannot refute, her successors misinterpret her, She couldn't justify... From the moment of death, all her self disappeared. Her ideals, her beliefs, at the moment of her death, will be completely shattered along with her short life.

"She will lose all opportunities and be forced to dedicate herself to all those who come after her, and let them...decorate."

(End of this chapter)