In the distance of the city, a young girl stood on the highest floor of the library, her eyes closed, gazing in the direction of Eve Nightburn, a desolate and dirty corner.
“I once heard that there are three saviors in this world: one is God, one is Judas, and one is Longinus.”
“God brought justice and morality to this world, making people yearn for and tirelessly pursue those beautiful things.”
“Judas and Longinus, who killed God, symbolize the evil in people’s hearts, letting them know what evil is and making them grateful that someone did those evil deeds for them.”
“People point at Judas and Longinus excitedly and say, ‘Look, I’m not like them, I’m a good person!'”
“This is the true meaning of God being crucified between these two thieves. What people don’t know is that these two thieves are also saviors, but they became the scapegoat saviors.”
After saying this, the girl turned around, put the “New Testament” back on the shelf, and then took a copy of “The Muslim’s Funeral” before returning to her seat.
At Miri Dreamwell’s home.
Miri Dreamwell’s tight embrace made Eve Nightburn feel suffocated. Eve Nightburn bit her own lip, the sharp pain making her feel that she still existed.
The blood from her lip flowed to the tip of her tongue, carrying a hint of metallic taste.
Miri Dreamwell endured the pain, wanting to feel a little more of the last warmth that belonged to Eve Nightburn.
“Can I do it?”
Eve Nightburn tentatively asked Miri Dreamwell, feeling that she might have gone too far.
But she just didn’t understand why Miri Dreamwell had asked her to do these things.
“It’s okay…”
Miri Dreamwell’s voice was very soft, almost to the point of being humble. She felt so hoarse, as if her own filth had strangled her throat.
“Thank you, sister…”
After saying this, Miri Dreamwell separated her lips from Eve Nightburn’s. The crystal-clear thread, along with the blood, appeared exceptionally clear under the sunlight.
Both of them then wiped the saliva from the corners of their mouths, ending this brief embrace.
“I’m going to the restroom. Can you play a game with me later, sister?”
After saying this, Miri Dreamwell completely let go of her tightly embracing hands, left Eve Nightburn’s side, and walked out of the room.
Watching Miri Dreamwell’s departing figure, Eve Nightburn still didn’t know what had happened to cause such a huge emotional fluctuation in Miri Dreamwell.
Eve Nightburn vaguely felt that something bad was about to happen, but she just didn’t know what it was.
This feeling of standing in the fog, unable to see anything, was truly uncomfortable.
Eve Nightburn lay on the bed, looking at the star and moon patterned lamp on the ceiling, feeling an indescribable confusion.
Arriving at the restroom, Miri Dreamwell quickly turned on the faucet at the sink.
“Ha!”
Miri Dreamwell finally found a chance to exhale the suffocating breath.
The hoarse sound penetrated her lungs; she had never felt such a crazy mental exhaustion before.
She plunged her head into the cold water, trying to let the water wash away her dirty tears.
After a long time, Miri Dreamwell felt that her heart had finally calmed down.
She dried her face and hair, then walked out of the restroom and returned to her room.
“I’m back.”
Hearing Miri Dreamwell’s voice, Eve Nightburn quickly sat up from the bed. She suddenly noticed that Miri Dreamwell’s face looked much brighter than before.
Eve Nightburn then tentatively asked, “Sister, are you feeling better?”
Miri Dreamwell nodded.
“Yes, much better. Let’s play a game together now.”
Eve Nightburn curiously asked Miri Dreamwell, “What game should we play?”
“Cards, the one we play the most.”
“But I don’t have a computer now.”
Eve Nightburn suddenly felt a bit troubled. If she wanted to play cards now, she would have to go back to her rented flat. She didn’t have a computer to play cards with Miri Dreamwell.
“It’s okay, I have a laptop I can use.”
After saying this, Miri Dreamwell stepped on the chair beside her desk and took down the computer bag hidden at the highest point of the desk.
Miri Dreamwell opened the computer bag and took out the white laptop inside, along with the matching keyboard, mouse, and mouse pad.
Miri Dreamwell then helped Eve Nightburn connect the power.
After doing all this, Miri Dreamwell sat back at her desk and turned on the desktop rig placed there.
Eve Nightburn pressed the power button on the laptop to turn it on.
After turning on the computer, Eve Nightburn found that the laptop also had that card game.
Eve Nightburn guessed that this laptop was probably used by Miri Dreamwell for playing games when she was out.
Eve Nightburn then opened the game and found that the login interface indeed showed Miri Dreamwell’s game account.
Eve Nightburn glanced at the screen of the other’s desktop rig and found that the logged-in account was the same.
It seemed her guess was not wrong.
Eve Nightburn then switched to her own account and entered the game.
“I’ll invite you, sister.”
After saying this, Eve Nightburn created a room and sent a game invitation to Miri Dreamwell.
Miri Dreamwell immediately clicked confirm, and the next moment, the game officially started.
Miri Dreamwell played this round more casually, without any particular strategy.
Miri Dreamwell understood that this might be the last game she would play with Eve Nightburn in her life.
The outcome of this game had long lost its meaning.
She just wanted to find the simplest joy.
Unsurprisingly, Miri Dreamwell quickly lost the game.
After finishing this round, Eve Nightburn looked at Miri Dreamwell, who was still staring at the screen.
“Sister, you didn’t seem to have any strategy in this game.”
Eve Nightburn wanted to know what the other was thinking but didn’t know how to ask, so she subconsciously said this rather embarrassing sentence.
“I wanted… to feel that simple joy, the pure randomness that belongs to card games.”
Miri Dreamwell expressed her thoughts. Perhaps only by letting go of the pursuit of success or failure could she truly understand the meaning of this game.
“Then let’s just play a casual game, leaving the outcome entirely to the game itself.”
Eve Nightburn expressed her thoughts. It seemed like she hadn’t felt that pure randomness in a long time.
Eve Nightburn knew that even in the most random games, one could achieve the desired result through some special means, which was the only difference between experts and ordinary players in this game.
“Okay, let’s play another round.”
Miri Dreamwell accepted Eve Nightburn’s proposal and immediately invited her into the game.
In this game, neither of them thought much, just using whatever they saw, without considering any strategies or methods, just following their most instinctive thoughts to make moves.
