Nick has been wandering alone in the redwood jungle of Animal City for several years. During these wandering days, he lived a hard life and was free.
When Nick was a child, his parents died in a riot and the house was set on fire.
Just unlike the textbook "Animal City" which preaches kindness, Nick's parents were not persecuted by riots to protect him. On the contrary, they planned the riot and were the core figures.
When the riot failed, Nick's parents failed to escape and were sentenced to death by the Animal City Committee.
In his spare time, Nick will read materials related to riots, mostly notices given by Animal City-The Return of Fertility and Intellectual Degeneration.
Nick naturally scoffed at this conclusion.
My parents are gentle and knowledgeable, especially my father, as a chemist, is ahead of the times in the field of biochemistry. How can such an elite be controlled by animal nature?
But from an objective point of view, Nick doesn't think his parents can succeed.
Since animals, like humans, began to think out of ignorance, large carnivores who once stood at the top of the biological chain with sharp teeth, claws and strong physique gradually lost their right to speak. The scarcity of the number makes them still at the top of the pyramid, but the rapid development of intelligence makes the pyramid tilt up and down-the number of herbivores dozens of times not only represents the absolute advantage of voting rights, but also means the cold and dark muzzle.
The riot was like a bad clown show, and even the audience did not enjoy it.
What Nick can't figure out is why his parents started this deadly game.
Animal city promotes the love of great harmony and the equality of species. Shortly after the establishment of Animal City, "minced meat" and "leaf grass" were invented to meet the growing basic physiological needs of carnivorous and herbivorous animals respectively. "Minced meat" and "leaf grass" can meet the needs of all animals in taste, nutrition and supply, and even adjust the taste and nutrition according to the different needs of each animal.
So it seems that their quality of life has not declined except that they cannot occupy the center of power.
Nick is very clever, and in many ways he is almost a genius. But in spite of this, he thought for a long time and still couldn't understand the real purpose of seizing power.
Although I don't understand, the consequences of the riots are as heavy on all carnivores as the collapsed peaks.
Since then, Animal City has promulgated a new law-all carnivores are prohibited from wearing firearms, all activities need to be registered, and cross-regional activities need to be applied in advance.
More importantly, minced meat is no longer an unlimited supply, and every time you buy minced meat, you need the approval of relevant departments.
Overnight, carnivores were completely reduced to the bottom of the animal city, and every "minced meat" circulating in the black market was raised several times in the looting.
Nick, on the other hand, is the best among the black market "minced meat" dealers.
Besides thinking and walking, Nick spends most of his time selling minced meat and popsicles.
"Minced meat" is a necessity of life, and popsicles are a hobby.
No one knows where Nick got the minced meat. He always disappears silently in front of everyone after dark, and then appears in front of animals who need and can buy minced meat the next night.
A "minced meat" with a paw print popsicle.
Inexplicable request!
This is the same feeling of all animals that have bought Nick's minced meat, but "minced meat" is really scarce, and even if Nick makes unreasonable demands, they have to comply.
It was dark on Thursday.
According to past practice, Nick will disappear tonight and then appear with "minced meat" on Friday night.
Those animals with deep curiosity or ulterior motives began their tracking journey again, and they were eager to know where Nick had gone.
Similarly, they lost them near the tunnel exit in the rainforest.
This is one of Nick's best plays. No matter how many animals are followed, no matter how clever the stalker is, Nick can always get rid of them without exception.
The stalker never imagined that Nick, who disappeared in the tropical rain forest, would soon appear in the deepest part of the Arctic ice channel, at Mr. Da's house.
As usual, Nick stood one meter away from the table. In the center of the table is an exquisite swivel chair the size of a palm. On the chair sat an emu in a suit and tie, with a solemn face. Behind him stood a muscular man more than two meters tall-a polar bear.
"Dear Nick, as usual, three minced meats?" Mr. Big's hoarse and serious voice sounded.
"No, five copies this time."
Mr. Big raised his eyes. "Oh, why?"
Nick replied without thinking, "I made two more popsicles."
Mr. Big looked into Nick's eyes as if to see the young fox in front of him thoroughly. After a while, he put out his cigar and said with a smile, "I like dealing with honest people, which is very interesting."
Tick the tick, the floor in front of the table was removed, and Fiona Fang missed a one-meter hole.
There is water in the hole, broken ice floats, several big bubbles roll, and five bags of compressed "minced meat" float up.
Nick packed his things and turned to leave. Before leaving, he didn't forget to kiss Mr. Big's right hand to show his respect.
At dawn, Nick returned to his third residence, deep in an abandoned subway passage.
The residence is very simple, only a huge glass freezer and a simple bed chair.
The glass is covered with a thick layer of frost. Nick likes to write and draw on it with his fingers in his spare time, watching messy lines and inexplicable formulas disappear on the glass.
Nick lay prone outside again, his forehead against the glass, staring at the last five paw prints of the popsicle in the refrigerator. For a long time, he grinned, turned to bed and curled up in the quilt.
"For the last time ..." Nick read aloud to himself.
It's dark on Friday.
Nick woke up from his sleep, cleaned up, and left with "minced meat" and popsicles. Behind him was the residence swallowed by the raging fire.
When I came out of Benjamin the Leopard's house, the Animal City had just struck midnight. Nick's last minced meat and popsicles were also successfully sold.
On the way home, Nick only jumped in the huge Chinese fir jungle and stopped not far away. He shook his head and slid down the trunk.
"Hi, Officer Judy." Nick greeted helplessly. "Midnight is not safe in the wilderness. Why did you come here alone? "
Judy tightened the police belt around her waist and said with a smile, "The wilderness at midnight is really unsafe, but since I'm here, it's safe here." You forget, I am the director of the police station. "
Nick shrugged. "Ok, so Director Judy, are you waiting for me here?"
"Yes, I want to know where you got the minced meat."
"Iceland in the Arctic, where is it? I think it is not difficult for you to find out. " The speed of Nick's confession was beyond Judy's expectation.
"Sure enough, the fox's credit is as amazing as the snow in the summer sunshine." Judy joked with a slight zheng.
Nick left his eyes as if he didn't realize the ridicule at all.
"Then why sell popsicles?" Judy stepped forward and stared at Nick with big eyes.
Nick's eyes flashed, turned to look at the starry animal city and said to himself, "Popsicles were my mother's favorite food when she was a child." I think this is the best thing in the world, so ... "
Judy stared unblinkingly into Nick's eyes. After a while, she found nothing. Nick's eyes are like a buttonwood swaying gently in the autumn wind, completely lost in memories.
Judy was not discouraged. He reached into his pocket, took out an old pamphlet and threw it to Nick. "If you want to know all the reasons, come to my office to find me. I know you can always sneak in. "
Say that finish, Judy went straight away.
Nick looked at the distant figure, then looked down at the book in his hand, only glanced at it, and his expression was no longer the kind of cynicism that lasted for several years.
The notes were left by his father, who wrote the manuscript by hand. Nick is too familiar with his father's handwriting.
More appropriately, my father's personal confession is not so much a suicide note. The notes completely explained all the details of the riot from the initial planning to the final execution, and even the failure was recorded as a prophecy.
Only the notes were incomplete, and the second half was torn off, leaving out the most important part-the cause of the riot.
Saturday, dawn.
At 9: 00 15, on the top floor of the skyscraper, Judy Rabbit unscrewed the door of her office. What you see is the documents that have been turned upside down, and there is a gap standing at the window overlooking the whole animal city.
Judy closed the door gently and her mouth rose slightly. Walking to the window, I also look like a delicate and huge cage overlooking the bustling but lively animal city.
He opened his arms like a distant hug, closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath and exclaimed, "Nick, this is the beauty of power!" " "
"Is it so fulfilling to rule a group of walking dead?" Nick sneered.
Judy suddenly turned her head, and the whole person suddenly became violent and manic, with eyes like fierce beasts floating up from the abyss of hell. He said unkindly, "Sure enough, you know."
Nick took a glove from his arms and put it on his hand, then drew a puzzling curve on the glass with his fingers and said to himself:
"I showed outstanding intellectual talent when I was very young. Director Judy, please note that I am talking about intellectual talents far beyond the level of this era. I am interested in all kinds of strange and profound research, especially in my father's research room, playing with all kinds of utensils and trying all kinds of experiments. At that time, my thirst for knowledge became more and more urgent, and the world could teach me very little. This contradictory feeling generally afflicts my nerves like madness, which makes me often fall into a state of violence, and even relies on injury and destruction to slightly alleviate mental contradictions and pains. "
With the rotation of Nick's fingers, a set of mathematical formulas gradually became clear on the glass. Nick went on to say:
"In order to stop my pain, my father studied day and night, hoping to create a medicine to solve my illness. Finally, Howling at Midnight was born ... "
Judy trembled at this. She couldn't bear it any longer. She grabbed Nick by the collar and said hysterically, "You really know Howl at Midnight. Tell me quickly ... "
Nick stared piteously at Judy in a crazy state and tapped his finger on the glass.
This is midnight howling! With these formulas, "midnight howl" is not difficult to control. My father's initial intention was to use it to cure manic patients, so he made the research results public. It's just that he never imagined that you could control others by increasing the dose. "
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ....."
Judy laughs like an old lady who can't breathe.
"You know, Howling at Midnight is an accidental product. By chance, we found that it actually has the function of controlling the mind. This is simply a masterpiece of God! "
"Also, didn't you always want to know why your parents planned the riot? I'll tell you right now. They don't really want to seize power. They just want to destroy the pharmaceutical factory, so that no one will know how to shoot Howl at Midnight anymore. "
"What else?" Nick doesn't seem surprised by all this. He asked, "If there was a way to destroy a pharmaceutical factory, they wouldn't have to pay such a high price."
Judy is carefully folding the paper with the recipe and putting it in her arms, as gentle as her closest lover.
"Gee ... I knew it wasn't that easy to fool." Judy gave a thumbs-up and exclaimed, "They started the riot because your father found that' minced meat' is not all synthetic meat, but a small part is real animal meat, which is the bodies of various animals that have disappeared secretly ..."
Nick's face suddenly changed, his muscles twitched back and forth, and he couldn't help vomiting with his glass in his hand. ...
"You see, many times the truth doesn't make people happy. The more you know, the less happy you are. But what can we do? Animals in Animal City are growing rapidly, but resources are limited. Only by letting some animals disappear quietly on a regular basis can we maintain the peace and balance of the entire animal city. " Judy stepped on the legal documents on the ground, went to the table, pressed a button and said, "Dear Miss Jenny, there is an illegal intruder in my office, a fox ... Yes, that's right, lock him up!" Also, the room needs cleaning. "
Judy is very happy, and her voice reveals joy and affinity with her superiors.
A week later, several new "minced meat" and "leafy grass" processing plants were built, and food was continuously produced. At the same time, the restrictions on carnivores buying minced meat were lifted, and animals from all directions flocked to the animal city like a black trend after learning the news.
In another week, Saturday.
On the top floor of the skyscraper, Nick is wearing a green POLO shirt. In front of him is Judy, the conductor.
"You wanted to see me?"
"yes."
Judy sipped her coffee and stared at Nick, signaling to continue.
Nick walked slowly to the huge French window, overlooking the animal city again, and laughed at himself. "This feeling of overlooking all beings is so good that even I began to like it a little."
Before Judy could speak, he went on to say:
"Ten thousand years ago, primates represented by humans came to the end of evolution and completely disappeared from this planet. Their way of extinction is war, which is a highly toxic chemical and biological weapon. Toxicity all over the world is the catalyst for the leap-forward evolution of our animals. In just 5,000 years, we have leapt from an ignorant beast to a golden age with intelligence as the evolution direction. Next, it took us another 5,000 years to end the riots and wars. Since then, we have entered an era of peaceful evolution. At first, I thought we would continue to evolve so rapidly, but later I gradually found this idea ridiculous. Now, our grand era is finally coming to an end. "
"What did you say?" Judy jumped beside Nick and snapped.
"Look ..." Nick pointed out of the window.
Missiles with strong black smoke suddenly appeared in the endless sky outside the window, and the flames were soaring. The bustling animal city is like a boiling oil pan with cold water poured on it, and various explosions and conflicts break out one after another.
"What did you do? ! "Judy looked at everything in sight, unbelievable.
"I modified the recipe of" Moonlight Howling ". So every "minced meat" and "leaf grass" you produce no longer has the function of controlling thoughts. On the contrary, it will make every consumer fall into a state of madness and frantically want to destroy everything around him. Only by constantly destroying can they alleviate the pain caused by nerves. The only difference is that the effect will take half a month to be reflected. "
This is the real "moonlight howl"
Nick took out his gloves again and put them on his hands. His fingertips began to write formulas on the glass. He wrote:
"When you were producing drugs, the last link, which is also the most critical step, was lost by me. I adjusted the dosage formula to improve the effect of the drug by a thousand times, thus having the effect of controlling the mind. "
"So, you should thank me, director Judy! I let you rule the animal city. " At this moment, Nick is like a smiling devil.
Finally, Nick stopped. On the French window is a huge and complicated formula, full of mystery and beauty, just like God's masterpiece.
He turned around, gently buckled the glass with his fingers and continued.
"You see, this is the formula of species evolution! No one can escape this formula from dinosaurs to humans to animals, and even fungi and cells in the future. The day before my father successfully cured me of mania, I finally solved this formula. Do you know what the result is? "
Judy looked at Nick with a grimace of a grin, feeling as if she had caught a huge and desperate cold and was completely speechless.
"It's destruction." Nick whispered three words.
Survival depends on civilization, and when civilization begins to be destroyed, survival will die step by step.
In Nick's eyes, when animals began to intrigue and even returned to animism in pursuit of power, which made evolution retrogress, civilization began to collapse and the noose of death around their necks began to tighten.
"Crazy! A complete madman! " Judy looked at Nick's apparently extinguished figure and began to cry hysterically.
Nick was unmoved and said, "So, all the animals in Animal City will die of exhaustion in a rage. And our bodies, which you have nurtured our bodies, will become the catalyst for the leap-forward evolution of the next species. "
Judy seemed to realize something and shouted again, "You also ate the food produced by the new factory. Why are you all right? " ? ! "
"Hehe ... finally realized the key to the problem." Nick looked at Judy piteously, a rabbit standing at the peak of power in Animal City. "Remember paw prints on popsicles?" That is the antidote to "howling in the moonlight" and the only shackle of the evolutionary formula. "
"Now, enjoy your kingdom slowly, director Judy!"
Say that finish, Nick smashed the French window and floated down like a green leaf. In the distance is a world of guns and fire, and the whole body is broken into thousands of pieces of glass, with the formula of death shining on it.