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Qiluo Ling put down the materials in her hands, furrowing her brow as she quietly contemplated.
This was all the information regarding Music. Clearly, the data was incomplete; the abrupt end of the clues indicated something. Was it that certain matters were deliberately concealed, or was the information itself simply not comprehensive?
For instance, the data did not mention that Jewish Youth, her Great-Grandfather, played this piece in Shanghai. Chen Yuping could find out about it, so logically, Yuna Music should not have overlooked it either. It was evident that this part had been intentionally deleted. Why would they want to erase this content?
Secondly, since the Great-Grandfather already knew the consequences of playing this piece, why did he play it again in Shanghai, resulting in the deaths of four innocent people? This seemed to suggest an extraordinary hidden truth.
The content that was not mentioned in the materials felt like a huge question buried deep in her heart, leaving her perplexed and unable to understand.
But regardless of how many doubts lingered in her mind, she finished reading and walked out of the Reading Room. The woman in black brought her back to Gale's office once more.
“Miss Qi, I’m glad to see you back here,” Gale said as he looked up from his documents upon seeing Qiluo Ling enter.
He stood up from his chair and walked straight to the wine cabinet next to the bookshelf, retrieving a bottle of aged Bordeaux Petrus Red Wine and two transparent wine glasses. He poured the wine and then handed one glass to Miss Qi.
With a smile on his face, Gale casually remarked, “A pleasant atmosphere needs a touch of red wine. Since you’ve finished reviewing that Music material, let’s chat casually.”
Qiluo Ling nodded but set the glass of red wine aside.
“Did you understand this material?” His gaze bore down on her, as if trying to see through her thoughts.
Feeling pressured, she quickly averted her eyes, deliberately avoiding his sharp gaze and said nonchalantly, “I think I understood some of it, but I’m not sure if my level of understanding meets your expectations.”
Gale seemed to smirk slightly, as he had anticipated; she had not fully grasped it and would need his further guidance.
He turned around and moved to the large glass window, gazing thoughtfully outside before slowly speaking to her, “What do you see from here? What do you think?”
She hesitated for a moment and replied, “I only see the beautiful scenery brought by those in power.”
He smiled faintly, seemingly unconvinced, then said, “Besides the beautiful scenery, don’t you see the people at the bottom of the biological chain living meaningless lives? They are busy yet live like ants, leading lives devoid of significance. What do you think this world is like now?”
Qiluo Ling pondered his words seriously, trying hard to discern his true intentions behind them.
"Today's world? I'm sorry, but I cannot understand the question you posed, as it is abstract and vague. I don't know where to start," Qiluo Ling said cautiously.
"You are so young; it is understandable that you may not have thought much about this issue, and it's reasonable that you cannot grasp my question."
Qiluo Ling looked at him suspiciously and said, "You don't look very young yourself."
"No, what you see is just my appearance. For us, rejuvenating someone physiologically is an easy task. Our advanced technology can even bring people back from the dead. But that's not important. I believe the spiritual world of humanity is what truly matters, especially regarding the ultimate questions of existence: Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going? That is what is most important. Please allow me to share my views on this world."
"Please go ahead; I'm all ears," she said sincerely, looking at him.
"I think absurdity is everywhere in this world—there is no justice, no value, and certainly no fairness or truth. Human nature is selfish, hypocritical, and ugly. People fight tooth and nail for their own interests. Individuals scheme against one another, nations confront each other, leading to wars that cause suffering and despair among the populace. Reality constantly reminds us of its absurd fangs; it is like a black hole dragging desperate and confused individuals into the abyss. What beauty can you speak of in this world?"
Qiluo Ling silently listened to his cold words, but her mind drifted to her once illusory life. She felt a deep sadness welling up within her, an overwhelming sense of desolation and despair.
"Am I wrong?" he asked as he noticed her dazed expression.
"You're right; you are very right," Qiluo Ling nodded.
Gale smiled with satisfaction and said, "To change the existing world's decay and evil, we at the Council of Colleagues have a great dream."
"What dream?"
"We aim to rebuild a beautiful world, to strangle the ugliness of human nature and the absurdity of the world, to redefine global patterns, and to establish and maintain a new order."
"What kind of new order?"
"First, we must acknowledge that there are differences in abilities among people; some are intelligent while others are foolish. Therefore, I believe this world should be ruled by elites. Political decisions should be made by a small number of social elites who possess knowledge, wealth, and status to guide society's direction. Ordinary people tend to follow the crowd, lack knowledge, have no capacity for critical thinking, and are anti-intellectual; thus, they can only accept their position as subjects."
"Isn't your theory contrary to the idea that all men are created equal?"
After hearing this, Gale laughed heartily: "Do you think this world is equal? From birth, people are unequal; can they seek equality in their future social lives? Isn't that an absurd notion? As for equality and freedom, haven't you noticed that dictatorial rule tends to stabilize a country? Conversely, countries that exaggerate freedom are often the most turbulent."
Seeing Reir's somewhat exaggerated expression, Qiluo Ling seemed to realize something.
"Do you agree with my point of view?" Gale paused his lengthy speech, looking at her with a particularly meaningful expression.
"This has to do with your request for my assistance, right?" She boldly met his gaze. "You're quite clever." Gale admired her, his eyes shining.
"Mr. Gale, you've laid out so much groundwork; I prefer to be straightforward. Just tell me what you need my help with."
"I've already touched on the key point: our great ideal of establishing a beautiful world governed by social elites. The foundation of all this is to control human thought—putting it bluntly, to manipulate their minds."
"You mean you want to use that song 'Devil's Sorrow' to control their thoughts."
"Yes, that's exactly our intention. Most people in the world lack intelligence and the ability to awaken. So let us think for them, allowing them to understand good and evil, right and wrong without having to think for themselves. After all, their minds are muddled; we can rule everything like gods."
"If people cannot reflect on their own lives and merely rely on others for brainwashing, wouldn't that make the world even more absurd?"
"You're mistaken if you think that way. Humans have a tendency toward servitude. Obedience brings a sense of security, whether it's obedience to the strong or to gods, idols, systems, traditions, and experiences. Once people become accustomed to a certain form of rule, even if they initially resist, they will gradually adapt. For example, the infighting among the lower classes in this world is the greatest manifestation of servitude. They fight tooth and nail for their meager rights but rarely question whether their leaders or the system itself is flawed."
"As for whether this servitude is a fundamental aspect of human nature, I'm not sure. But what I see in you is more a mad desire for power."
"Indeed, I do not deny the temptation of power," he said with an awkward smile, "but that is merely a means; the ultimate goal is still to build a beautiful world as our original intention. You can also share in this power with me."
"No, I am beginning to doubt your true intentions." Qiluo Ling stared at him.
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