"You... you all..." Xu Cixi, forcibly brought to the surface by the soldier, was still somewhat bewildered. She looked down at the world beneath the manhole cover, where the sewer was now completely empty.
The players who had just been there, those who had just shown concern and a tense attitude towards the battle situation, had vanished in the blink of an eye.
Only the scrapes, footprints, and various other traces left behind when they entered the sewer remained—as if mocking all their efforts as futile.
At this time, Xu Cixi also heard Ze's explanation. His words, cold to an absolute level of indifference, stung her heart, but she was not some naively innocent little girl, so she knew this was the best plan they had.
The trolley problem will always be the trolley problem, but as long as there's a problem, there must be an answer. The real issue is how many people will be convinced by that answer.
