Chapter 594

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Chapter 594: The Blessing of the Gods

 

When Lin Qiye opened his eyes again, Yuzuriha had already written a line of text on the paper, presenting it to him.

What had originally seemed incomprehensible in Japanese to Lin Qiye was now easily understood.

——Can you not hear?

Seeing this sentence, Lin Qiye was not very surprised; after all, given his previous behavior, it was not strange for the little girl to have such a misunderstanding.

Lin Qiye nodded.

Yuzuriha showed an expression of “as expected.” She leaned down and wrote something else on the paper, lifting it up.

——What is your name?

Lin Qiye was momentarily stunned by this question and shook his head.

He took the pen from Yuzuriha’s hand and wrote a line on the paper.

——I don’t remember.

Although Lin Qiye understood Japanese, he was not familiar with names. Rather than awkwardly giving himself a random name, it was better to play dumb, which could avoid further questioning and also make it easier for him to ask some basic questions later.

Yuzuriha looked at Lin Qiye with a bit more pity in her eyes.

Not only deaf, but did he also damage his head when he tried to commit suicide… how pitiful.

After hesitating for a moment, she wrote another sentence on the paper, firmly presenting it to Lin Qiye.

——You also saw that our situation is very bad. I can’t even take care of myself and Grandma Tsuru, let alone you. If you really have nowhere to go, you can stay here for one night, and you can leave by yourself tomorrow. But after you go out, don’t tell anyone you’ve seen me; I’m still being pursued by the police.

Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow and wrote:

——Why are the police pursuing you?

Yuzuriha was silent for a moment but still wrote:

——Because I attempted suicide.

——Attempted suicide? Is that a crime?

——Ending one’s own life without a divine decree is a serious crime. Didn’t you know?

Lin Qiye was stunned.

Divine decree?

Suicide is a serious crime?

Yuzuriha remembered that Lin Qiye had damaged his brain and continued to write on the paper:

——By the way, what generation are you? What’s your number? If you go to the police station, they can immediately find out your name and family, right?

The look of confusion in Lin Qiye’s eyes deepened.

Seeing Lin Qiye’s bewilderment, Yuzuriha sighed helplessly, pulled down her collar slightly, and revealed a small string of numbers stamped on her shoulder: 42857494.

——Everyone is assigned a number at birth by the Pure Land. The first digit is your generation. I am a fourth-generation citizen, Grandma Tsuru is a second-generation citizen, and looking at your age, you should also be a fourth-generation citizen.

After reading Yuzuriha’s words, Lin Qiye frowned slightly.

Branding every person with a number?

This feels… so much like a prison? Or perhaps a free-range farm?

Lin Qiye remembered that in some farms in Daxia, they would brand their free-range cattle and sheep with numbers to facilitate retrieval if they got lost and to distinguish their livestock from others.

But doing this to humans, wouldn’t that be a bit excessive?

Moreover, how do they ensure that no children are born outside of hospitals? How do they brand all newborns? What if there are any that slip through the cracks?

Lin Qiye wrote his doubts on the paper.

Yuzuriha stared at Lin Qiye in surprise for a long time, seemingly astonished.

But after a moment, she picked up the pen and wrote on the paper:

——Starting from the first-generation citizens, all women entering the maternity period must be brought into the Pure Land to give birth. They can only leave the Pure Land with their child after two months. Hospitals absolutely cannot assist in childbirth.

——What if someone secretly gives birth elsewhere?

——That’s impossible. The numbers on everyone’s bodies have biometric detection functions. Once someone enters pregnancy, they will be locked by the Pure Land and forcibly brought in. Starting from the first-generation citizens, this has been passed down through generations, so it is absolutely impossible for anyone to avoid the detection of the Pure Land and give birth outside of it.

Lin Qiye’s brow furrowed tightly.

——What exactly is the Pure Land?

Yuzuriha thought for a moment, stood up, walked to the cardboard box, rummaged for a while, and pulled out a rather vintage Tokyo travel guide.

She placed the guide on the table, pointed at its cover, and said: This is the Pure Land.

Lin Qiye focused his gaze and saw that the cover of the travel guide featured a dazzling aerial view of a modern city, and above the clouds over Tokyo, a massive silver disc, astonishingly large, flickered with a pale blue glow, resembling a super UFO the size of half a city.

Lin Qiye’s eyes were filled with shock.

What on earth is this?

Is this a product of technology, or a force from the mysterious side?

——You must have been born here too; you just forgot.

Yuzuriha held the paper, which had this sentence written on it.

At this moment, Lin Qiye was completely frozen in place.

It was as if he had thought of something, picked up the pen, and quickly wrote something on the paper.

——Generations, are they arranged by age or lineage? You are a fourth-generation citizen, your mother is a third-generation citizen, Grandma Tsuru is a second-generation citizen, and her previous generation is a first-generation citizen, is that right?

Yuzuriha nodded.

——Of course.

——How old is Grandma Tsuru this year?

——She is already 79 years old.

Lin Qiye’s pupils constricted as if he realized something, and his brain began to race.

If calculated by normal age, second-generation citizen Grandma Tsuru is now 79 years old. Her parents, the so-called first-generation citizens, if still alive, should be around a hundred years old…

First-generation citizens appeared over a hundred years ago?

Over a hundred years ago, wasn’t that…

The Mist Descends?

Lin Qiye continued to write on the paper:

——What about the first-generation citizens? What happened to the previous generation?

Yuzuriha looked at him with a strange expression.

——They are gone. The gods began creation and humanity with the first-generation citizens.

Lin Qiye was stunned.

Gone?

How could they be gone?

If the gods created the world a hundred years ago, then where did Japan a hundred years ago come from? In just a hundred years, could your technology have developed to this extent?!

——You’re not going to tell me that such a modern city was built within a hundred years, right?

Lin Qiye extended his hand, pointing at the dazzling promotional image on the travel guide, where the Tokyo Tower shone brilliantly and mysteriously, the lights of the vehicles on the road leaving trails of light, and in the distance, a passenger plane flickered in and out of view…

His expression was serious and solemn.

Yuzuriha blinked, picked up the pen, and smoothly wrote a sentence on the paper:

——All of this is a blessing left by the gods.

Upon seeing these words, Lin Qiye felt as if he had been frozen in place.

At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind.

Something is wrong…

This country is very wrong.