Chapter 267 Farewell Joy (5)

All of this, was it all lies fabricated by "Deep Sea"?

Seated in the wheelchair, Zhao Xilai, who awaited a lengthy discourse, never expected Lu Nanzhi to give him such a response.

If, say,

there never was that runaway train.

Then the person tied to the abandoned tracks, the one sacrificed… was an innocent sufferer.

Their sacrifice was utterly meaningless.

The trade-offs at either end of the balance were also completely meaningless.

"This phrase… it sounds familiar..."

The elderly man muttered.

Perhaps it was because of old age, or perhaps because time was almost up, but countless fragmented images from his long life swarmed in, and he could not remember who had spoken these words.

The wheelchair reached the top of the barren hill.

There stood a wooden stele.

Zhao Xilai, who had been thinking hard for a long time, finally caught that glimmer of enlightenment.

He spoke with a complex expression, "I remember now… these were Old Lu's words to me."