I live in a desert island property

It is still the familiar interface of earth and space, the azure ocean, like a large sapphire, quietly floating in the universe, exuding the luster of life.

After so many years, the changes on the earth are actually quite big.

The Western Continent was destroyed by the World Hunter. Above the atmosphere, the devastation after the nuclear bomb explosion could be seen. The intensity of the third world war exceeded Zhang Ming's imagination, and the hydrogen bomb has become a conventional weapon.

Now the entire Western Continent is undergoing reconstruction.

Fortunately, the Eastern Continent is still intact. As long as the technological system is not extinct and the industry is complete, human beings are like weeds.

At this moment, Zhang Ming found the second candidate recognized by Gaia's consciousness - Qin Yiwei, like a statue that has lost its luster.

"Old Qin..."

There was a touch of sadness in his heart.

The man passed away, and before Zhang Ming had time to say a word to him, everything had already been blown away by the wind.

Regarding Qin Yiwei's merits and demerits, he didn't know many details, and Zhang Ming couldn't comment, but he believed that history would give Qin Yiwei a fair assessment.

"After I go back, I will burn a stick of incense for you."

Zhang Ming felt the whim in his heart, but he couldn't contact all living beings through the Gaia consciousness, so Zhang Ming could only contact his old friend Wang Fumin again, and asked him what happened, which caused him to have a whim.

Lao Wang was having a meeting in the office, and found that the Gaia consciousness was contacting him, and immediately dismissed the meeting.

Seeing Zhang Ming's red eyes and his haggard look, he couldn't help being startled.

Zhang Ming asked, "How is the earth?"

"It's going well on the earth side, nothing special happened. But your side...is it going well? Why is your face so ugly?"

Lao Zhang smiled wryly: "I successfully escaped from the abyss, but suffered from derealization again. It has been two months. Fortunately, I can still survive. After a few decades, I may return to the earth."

Derealism!

Wang Fumin's pupils shrank slightly. Don't look at Zhang Ming's understatement. He had heard of this terrible disease from the snake people. The mortality rate was... 100%!

Yes, directly 100%!

Zhang Ming said again: "I hope you can pay attention to my relatives."

"I only have that one family member left, and the others can only be regarded as distant relatives."

After asking this sentence, his heart beat violently, and he clenched his hands into fists with such force that the color of his palms turned purple.

"Okay, I'll call and ask now."

Wang Fumin is in a high position and has a lot of work to do every day, so it is impossible for him to pay attention to how Zhang Ming's sister is doing -- anyway, it can't be bad.

As for my former friend, Lu Tuyu, he passed away three years ago...

As for Zhang Ming's niece and great-grandson, they are really distant relatives, and they have almost no relationship.

After three minutes, Wang Fumin went online again.

His complexion looked a little ugly, and he didn't know how to tell this unfortunate fact to his friend who suffered from "deception syndrome".

The number of inaccuracies is as rare as that of extraordinary people, and they usually die within a month, but Lao Zhang has been carrying it for two months. He hesitates in his heart, for fear that his condition will worsen if he speaks.

"Let's just say it directly. At this age, sooner or later, I will be mentally prepared. Even if you lie to me, what's the point?"

"Look, I already have a premonition." Zhang Ming tried to force a smile on his face.

"She...all her organs have failed, and she is being rescued in the hospital." Wang Fumin sighed.

For life and death, people of Lao Wang's age have already experienced it, even in the war, they have experienced too much: "I have already booked a ticket, go over there to help you visit. If you have anything to do, just contact me. Don't be afraid of trouble."

"Then I will trouble you."

Zhang Ming got off the line, clutching his forehead, his heart was beating wildly.

But there was not a single tear in his eyes.

Even though he knew that it should be uncomfortable at this moment, it seemed to be a kind of inertia in memory.

He didn't feel sad at all!

The terrifying "disrealism" deprived him of his emotions, everything was meaningless, everything was a cage, and he was trapped in the vast void.

Zhang Ming felt extremely uncomfortable at this moment. What should be in his memory deviated from the current psychological fluctuations. Contradictions, depression and various complex emotions were backlogged in his chest, but he couldn't feel all of them!

"Am I still me?!"

He couldn't help but returned to the deck, took a deep look at the blue ocean, and suddenly had the impulsive thought of "jumping into the ocean and it's over".

It seems that as long as you jump into the sea, everything will be free.

He took another look at the wrinkled sausage-like old dog basking in the sun with its feet up in the air, and pointed it with a half-smile: "The dog is still standing strong, why should I be so anxious!"

"This is your conspiracy, [long-cherished wish], you want to torture me slowly, don't you?"

Zhang Ming cursed at the sky and the ocean, turned around and returned to the cabin.

...

In the next three days, it may be the most difficult three days in Zhang Ming's life. He has not slept or eaten, just waiting.

For an extraordinary person, staying up for three days is just a piece of cake.

But in the past three days, I really had trouble sleeping and eating, and my eyes were red. The mental illness and the disaster in reality overlapped together and turned into a deep mockery.

He made a phone call from time to time, and finally ushered in bad news.

"I'm sorry, I tried all kinds of methods, but I still couldn't be rescued." Wang Fumin sighed, "One hundred and thirty-seven years old is considered a long-lived old man in this age, after all, most people don't have much cultivation. Qualification."

"She has a lot of children and grandchildren, so she has no regrets. We will take care of the next generation. Are you okay?"

"I have no idea."

Zhang Ming's feeling at this moment is like losing a beautiful pearl that he likes most in his life.

But something actually blocked his desire to look for pearls... He didn't feel sad at all.

Please, feel bad, be sad.

Zhang Ming deeply felt the dividing line between humans and gods.

The war between humans and demon gods is like a galaxy, beyond the distance of the plane, people use the speed of light to strike, and they shoot bows and arrows there.

Human beings cannot challenge the dimension of demon gods.

Facing the terrifying crushing, he was powerless to resist, retreated steadily, and found that he had lost his pearl, and he didn't even bother to beat his heart.

What a mess, old Zhang.

People in the era of the Six Blinds lived in this kind of despair.

Are you ready for the baton of the times?

"The number of distant relatives is increasing, and there is no need to take care of them all the time. People still have to rely on themselves instead of relying on a title to obtain benefits all the time. That's just a moth of society."

A smile appeared on Zhang Ming's pale face, and he talked about a topic that he was not interested in: "The birth rate of children is 2% right now?"

"In some areas, the birth rate is as high as 3%, or even 4%." Old Wang saw the deep death energy in Zhang Ming's eyes. The gray-black death energy spread out from the seven orifices, corroding the body of this powerful friend. , tortured his spirit, turned him into a machine without any vitality.

But Lao Wang is not a psychologist, so there is no way.

All civilizations don't have any solution for derealism.

I could only bite the bullet and chat a few words: "Now that everything is ruined, the losses caused by the world hunters are too heavy, and the amount of funds consumed for reconstruction is too great. The government does not have so much tax revenue, so it can only rebuild Playing the same old way..."

"real estate?"

Wang Fumin smiled wryly and said: "The framework of the coalition government this time is stable and long-term. There should not be too many changes in the short term. These alliance countries also cooperate in competition. The expectations of the people are also the same, so some stable The real estate in the area is soaring, only in this way can the government get a lot of funds in a short period of time for post-disaster reconstruction work..."

"Selling land to make money? Times are really a cycle." Zhang Ming couldn't help smiling when he heard something familiar.

Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, this familiar content still exists.

The world is amazing.

Wang Fumin said again: "But what is even more strange is that the collection of the global wealth tax is being gradually banned. In fact, the wealth tax is the political legacy left by Qin Yiwei."

"At that time, the whole world was united by iron and blood, and the rich had nowhere to escape but to be taxed."

"But now, the coalition government is just a coalition, and they can run around between countries... They are still developing real estate taxation, but they have canceled the tax on the rich."

Zhang Ming said helplessly: "Thinking about it, it's not surprising. The rich must like to develop in places with low taxes. The rich also bring jobs. As long as there is competition between countries, this tax is really hard to collect."

"This may be the way of human beings. The loss is not enough to give more."

Zhang Ming found that from the perspective of grand narrative, his mind is actually very clear.

How human beings are, there are some fundamental things that cannot be corrected. He watched the fire from the other side and knew it clearly.

As the saying goes, "dogs can't change eating shit", human beings should be like this, and they have to fall into exactly the same traps they have encountered.

It's just that in terms of personal feelings, there has been a serious deviation, and his emotions are slowly disappearing.

Obviously, this is not normal human thinking, because the grand narrative and the small personal are often at odds.

Brilliant civilization, life evolution, hundreds of millions of civilization evolution history, this is the most extensive grand narrative.

The next level is the grand narrative of the nation, the feelings of family and country.

Then it keeps going down, and finally it becomes a trivial matter among human beings.

At this time, there is something to think about and fear, that is, every time you drop a level, as time goes by, those extremely bad and extremely angry things will suddenly become insignificant, like ants. How many people died, becoming less and less concerned, isn't this the state of derealism?