As the wedding dress disappeared into the water, the hustle and bustle in the hall subsided for a moment before falling into greater chaos.
"What about the bottle?" The stage was now completely submerged. A man with a crew cut shouted at the other people who had climbed onto the stage with him.
In fact, the few of them were all buried in the water searching, but each time they came out of the water, they had no expression on their faces.
However, in the middle of these people, an undercurrent that emerged from the bottom of the water was still surging.
On the other side of the hall, a beautiful woman who was obviously not good at swimming let out the first scream in the hall since the mutation.
This scream immediately tore apart the last bit of psychological support of the people.
Then, screams spread like a plague in the increasingly narrow space that was being forced by the rising water.
The bridesmaids, the girls who were originally sitting at the same table as Jason, the groom's cousin... All the beautiful women who knew and did not know had lost their original manners. Some screamed and cried, and some struggled with hysterical and clumsy movements. In the eyes of an unsuspecting bystander, it might be more like a seizure.
Some wanted to save or be saved, but even if they caught someone in this enclosed space, where could they save them?
At this moment, the word " beauty " had lost all of its usual meaning. It was only a term to refer to these young women who were also struck by the fear of death. Even all of these people in the hall, no matter what label they were usually given, they all lost their differences in the face of this naked reality.
Everything they believed in under the omnipresent and all-pervasive hypnosis created by the production line in the past--
In the face of this sudden and naked reality, they were not defeated in one blow, but simply meaningless.
Soaked in wine, beautiful women, handsome men, bosses, mature women, strong men, old men…all of them were like pigs waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse. Even the paleness after losing the color of blood was so similar.
In fact, this kind of reality that ignored the illusion created by lies often appeared in everyone's real life.
However, the ocean of language and images created by the same prototype mechanism spread throughout the world outside the hall, where people could re-establish a connection with it at any time, or it would simply stuff itself into people's senses at any time, causing people to sink into the world of ideas it created all the time.
Therefore, although the wounds caused by the impermanent reality could never be truly healed by that set of things, even if it could only shrink the wound, it could at least put a band-aid on the wound at any time. Moreover, it contained a powerful anesthetic that matched the hidden mechanism of the human heart, which could temporarily suppress the pain nerves.
Its service was so on-call, so considerate, so effective, so ubiquitous that it would automatically pounce on those wounds at any time like flies to rotting meat. It seemed to be cost-free, so that people tacitly regarded it as a special medicine--even the only special medicine--and relied more and more on it to deal with those hateful, terrible, but inescapable wounds. They no longer cared whether they wanted to cure the increasing number of wounds under the cover and anesthesia of the band-aid. The wound was getting deeper and rotting.
And as the wound became deeper and worse, people became more and more afraid to look at it again.
Therefore, the only thing they could do when they encountered any abrupt reality was to put on a band-aid to cover the wound and numb the pain…
But at this moment, the efficient, full-coverage unified delivery system of the band-aid was blocked outside the banquet hall.
The people here were thrown directly in front of the reality that they did not want to face directly. There was no longer any curtain that could be used to hide between the two.
Without the band-aid, all the wounds in their hearts that had never been treated were exposed to reality.
It seemed that all the illusions that he had created with lies in the past had now reached the time to pay back the principal and interest…
Jason suddenly felt that he could more or less understand the feelings of those who were pressed under the ruins of the earthquake and did not die immediately…
No, it seemed that it was not just that. Those band-aids would eventually lose their effectiveness. Their validity and shelf life were not fixed at all. Everyone would face the moment when they would completely lose their effectiveness, without exception.
Were the so-called " survivors " who often appeared in a fixed pattern in news reports about disasters really " miracles "?
A runner accidentally stepped on a group of ants. The ants that happened to be in the gaps between the shoe prints did not die, but the other ants died. This might not be a miracle for the ants, but if similar things happened to humans, it would be a miracle for those who survived.
Was there really a miracle?
Or did these people who could only rely on the anesthetic effect of band-aids to barely face the real world as long as they were alive, and whose entire spirit was completely dependent on the production line for a living, have to believe in a "miracle"?
And behind these so-called " miracles ", how many truths were silently ignored and buried…
However, whether it was those so-called " survivors ", or those who created the news of " miracles ", or those who read the news and believed in the so-called " miracles ", they would face the real world alone, just like those who were deprived of all opportunities to speak in the face of naked reality.
That was something that everyone could not avoid in the end.
The more beautiful the illusion created by the lie, the more painful it was when it was destroyed.
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