Ren Zhong swayed among the crowd, as if trying to melt himself into this mire.
But his eyes were clear and cold.
Ren Zhong would not draw his sword and reset just because of that girl’s tragic death.
The resurrection time point has already shifted.
So far, he had no clue about the principle of resurrection, only assuming a Poincaré recurrence to forcibly support his shaky scientific view.
He couldn’t be sure what unpredictable changes would occur after the gears of time turned, if he continued to commit suicide to test backtracking and backtracking again.
He had many speculations in his heart, but unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t try.
Behind the unknown there is often risk.
Ren Zhong couldn’t easily take risks, at least not restart on the spot.
The death of this little girl likely also happened in the last timeline.
It was just such a small event, like the splash of a bloody wave in the tide, insignificant, so much that he didn’t know at all.
Ren Zhong was also pondering.
What if I really didn’t survive 45 days again this time and returned here?
I can save her once, twice, but can I save her for a lifetime?
Maybe I could, I could keep her by my side like a canary.
But what does that mean?
To satisfy my own kindness, and then?
The ones who need saving were never just a specific person.
There are so many people in the world who need saving, should I keep every one of them?
Does she really need it?
This is a philosophical dilemma, often unanswered.
After a long time, Ren Zhong shook his head and made a final decision.
To treat this matter more fatefully, just like with Yujin’s mother.
If he unfortunately had to restart in advance, at least he could temporarily turn his misfortune into others’ fortune, help her once more, and give her some money.
But Ren Zhong was also very clear that this was actually useless.
For a person like her, even if she got money, what awaited her would only be another kind of new tragedy.
He couldn’t change the world, nor people’s hearts, and no one could be saved.
Just as she was clearly deceived miserably by the robust man surnamed Huang before.
But what supported her to come and seek justice was not unwillingness, merely that her father was not yet dead.
In the end, she was moved by a few words, actually believing that by satisfying the robust man surnamed Huang, he would be merciful and give her genuine healing medicine.
How foolish and pathetic!
Ren Zhong did not have high hopes for her.
This girl was different from Yujin.
She was both naive and ignorant, without a trace of courage.
There was not even a glimmer of hope in her.
Forget it, anyway, if everything goes smoothly this time, and I pass 45 days, then so be it.
Death is indeed her best release.
Just consider it as she was born in the wrong world.
I must move forward, I must move forward without looking back.
I can’t always look back, otherwise I would be consumed by endless self-blame and anger.
"Yo, Ren Bro, how come you’re here too?"
Amidst the noisy clamor, a sharp high-pitched voice sounded behind him in surprise.
Ren Zhong turned to look.
Ou Youning, with a sharp face and narrow eyes, was flushed red, hugging two voluptuous women on either side.
Their bodies were swaying like seaweed to the rhythm of the music.
Ou Youning was different from Ren Zhong.
He fit into the environment perfectly, smoothly and naturally.
Ren Zhong stopped his somewhat stiff movements, waved his hand, "Nothing much, just came to see something curious."
Dancing in the bar’s public dance floor didn’t fit Ren Zhong’s "persona", but as long as he wasn’t embarrassed, the ones embarrassed were others.
"Oh oh oh! Shall I get two girls for you, Ren Bro?"
Ou Youning said with interest.
Ren Zhong shook his head, "No need. I’m heading back first."
When walking out of the Night of Long Slumber, Ren Zhong saw such a scene again.
Two cleaners stood aside, looking helpless.
A weeping woman was prostrate on the ground, cradling a girl’s corpse, attempting to carefully piece a skull cap back onto the girl’s head, like a child assembling building blocks.
Her hands were shaking violently.
The woman was the girl’s mother.
A tall man stood with his hands behind his back at the bottom of the bar steps, looking down at the scene.
Ren Zhong recognized the man, having seen him more than once, and knew his name was Xing Ming, one of the six in Lin Wang’s team, a Fourth Level armored defensive mechanical warrior.
The woman tried many times, whether her hands shook or the blood was too slippery.
The bone kept slipping until the bar madame came out and handed the old woman a roll of waterproof tape, then things were finally settled.
After taping up the body, the woman gave the tall man a complex, hard-to-read look, hunched over as she carried the girl on her back, silently making to leave.