Chapter 35 Chapter 35 Farewell

I woke up in the dark to find myself huddled in a hard corner, the floor beneath me was smooth and cold.I touched my throbbing head and felt fluid running through my fingertips.Red—it's blood.When I put my hand down, my elbow hit the wall.Where am I? A light flickered overhead.The light bulb is blue and dimly lit when it is on.I vaguely saw the walls of the tank surrounding me, and my shadowy reflection on the opposite wall.The place is small, with concrete walls and no windows.I was alone in it.Well, it's pretty much just me - because there's a little camera on one of the walls.

I saw a small opening at the foot, and connected to it was a pipe, which led to a huge tank in the corner of the room. The shudder started from my fingertips and went up my arms. In a moment, my whole body was shaking. This time, I'm not in a situational simulation. The right arm has gone numb.I struggled to get myself up from the corner.There was a pool of blood where he had just sat.At this moment, don't panic.I stood up, leaning my back against the wall, gasping for breath.Drowning in the tank at worst, I pressed my forehead to the glass and laughed out loud.That was the worst ending I could think of, and then the laughing and laughing turned into crying.

If I refuse to give up, those watching on camera will think I'm brave.But sometimes, resistance is not bravery, it is bravery to face the imminent death.I was sobbing in the glass tank, not afraid of dying, just not wanting to die this way, or any other way. At such a time, shouting is better than crying, so I yelled and kicked the wall behind me with my heel.My foot bounced back, and I kicked again, and my heel started to hurt because I was pushing so hard.I kicked again and again like this, kept kicking, then took a few steps back, and slammed into it with my left shoulder.However, the wound on his right shoulder burned because of the impact, like being poked by a hot fire stick.

Water began to slowly flow into the tank. Having a camera meant they were watching me—no, studying me, only the polymaths would do that.They wanted to see if my reactions in real life matched those in the simulation, presumably to prove that I was a coward. I let go of my fist and lowered my hand.I am not a coward.I raised my head and stared at the opposite camera.If I just focus on breathing, I can forget that I'm dying, and stare at the camera until the field of view shrinks so that it's all I can see.The water slowly rose to my ankles, then my calves, then up to my thighs and up to my fingertips.I inhale deeply and exhale deeply.The water is so soft, as soft as silk.

inhale.The water will clean my wounds.Exhale.When I was a baby, my mother immersed me in water and offered me to God.I haven't thought of God for a long time, but I think of Him in this time of life and death.This is a kind of nature.Suddenly, I'm glad I hit Eric in the foot instead of his head. My body floated up with the water, I didn't want to kick and struggle to stand up, but exhaled the air in my lungs and sank to the bottom of the water.Water plugged my ears and rippled across my face.I wanted to suck the water into my lungs and kill myself, but I couldn't, so I let out a stream of air bubbles from my mouth.

Relax.I closed my eyes, and my lungs felt like they were on fire. I let my arms float to the top of the tank, letting the silky soft water embrace me. When I was a kid, my dad would lift me over my head and run and run with me, it felt like I was flying.Remember the feeling of the wind, blowing across my body without feeling scared at all.I open my eyes. A dark figure stood in front of me.If hallucinations occur, I must be dying.The pain in my lungs pierced me, and the suffocation was really too painful.Pressing my palm against the glass in front of me, staring at the shadow through the water for a while, I think I saw my mother's blurred face.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, the glass shattered.Water gushes from a small hole near the top of the tank, and the glass cracks in two.When the glass shattered, I stepped out of the way, and the force of the water carried me to the ground outside.I gasped for breath, swallowed the water mixed with the air, coughed a few times, and took a deep breath.There were hands clasping my arms, and I heard her voice. "Beatrice," she said a little hurriedly, "Beatrice, we have to run." She grabbed my arm, put it across her shoulders, and dragged me up.She dresses like my mother and looks like my mother, but why is she holding a gun?The look of determination in the eyes is also very strange to me.I staggered beside her, over a shard of glass, wading through an open door guarded by a dead Dauntless soldier.

My feet slipped on the tiled floor, and I walked as hard as I could on those weak legs.At the corner at the end of the aisle, my mother quickly raised her gun and shot at the two soldiers guarding the door. The bullets hit the two men in the head, and they both fell to the ground.She pushed me against the wall and took off my gray coat. She was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, and when I lifted her arm, I could see the corner of the tattoo peeking out from under the armpit.No wonder she never changes in front of me. "Mom," I said in an unnatural voice, "you used to be a fearless person."

"That's right," my mother said with a smile. She wrapped my coat into a suspender to support my arms and tied the sleeves around my neck. There are others hiding in the basement at the intersection of North and Fairfield, and we must join them." I stared blankly at her.I sat at the same table with her at least twice a day for sixteen years, and it never occurred to me that the possibility that my mother wasn't from the Disinterested family was a possibility.How much do I really know about my mother? "There'll be time for you to ask questions," she said, pulling up her T-shirt, pulling a gun from under the waistband of her trousers, handing it to me, and touching my face, "We can't delay .”

She ran to the end of the aisle, and I followed her. We ran in the basement of the Selfless headquarters, where my mother had worked for as long as I could remember.She led me down several dark passages, up a damp flight of stairs, and out into daylight again without hindrance.How many people did she kill before she found me? "How do you know when to come to me?" I asked. "Since the attack started, I have been watching the movement of the train." She turned her head and glanced at me, "I don't know what to do after I find you, I just want to save you."

My throat suddenly choked up: "But I turned my back on you and chose to leave you." "You are my daughter, and I don't care about the faction." She shook her head and said, "Look at what they have gotten us into. Human beings as a whole may not be better for too long. Sooner or later, the evil will counterattack and poison us." She walked to the intersection of the alley and the street and stopped. Of course I know now is not the time to say these things, but there are things I must know. "Mom, how do you know about the 'difference' thing?" I asked, "What the hell does it mean? Why..." She opened the breech of the gun, looked in to see how many bullets were left, then took a few rounds from her pocket and loaded them into the breech.I recognized the look on her face from when she was threading a needle. "I know them because I am." She put the bullet in the gun. "I was the only one who was safe, thanks to my mother being the leader of the Dauntless. At the selection ceremony, she told me to leave the Dauntless and choose a better one." The safe side. I chose the selfless side." She pocketed the remaining bullets and stood up straight. "And I want you to choose." "I don't understand how we have such a big threat to the leader?" "Each faction accustoms its members to think or act in a certain way. Most people can do it. For most people, it is not difficult to learn, it is not difficult to find a suitable thinking mode and Keep it going." She touched the wound on my shoulder and smiled slightly, "But our thinking will diverge in different directions, and we will not be limited to a certain way of thinking. This makes our leader feel scared, so we Meaning, no matter what they do, we will always make trouble for them." Hearing that made me feel like someone was blowing fresh air into my lungs.I am not disinterested.I'm no dauntless either. I am a Divergent. No one can control me. "Here they come." She looked around the corner.I looked over my mother's shoulder, and several Dauntless soldiers with guns came towards us in the same rhythm.Mother looked back, and far behind us, another group of Dauntless soldiers was running towards us, in exactly the same rhythm. She took my hand and looked into my eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering as she blinked.I really wish I had a bit of her heritage in my face. Fortunately, at least my brain has inherited her traits. "Go to your father and brother. The alley on the right, go to the basement, knock twice, then three times, and finally six times." My mother held my face, her hands were cold and rough, "I'll go Lead them away. Be sure to run as fast as you can." "No," I shook my head, "I'm not going anywhere without you." She smiled slightly. "Be brave, Beatrice. Mommy loves you." She pressed her lips to my forehead, then ran to the middle of the street, raised the gun over her head, and fired three times into the sky.Fearless soldiers rushed over upon hearing the sound. I ran across the street and into the alley, turning my head to see if the Dauntless were coming.But my mother was shooting at the Dauntless crowd, all focused on her and not on me. When I heard them returning fire, I turned back sharply, staggering and unable to walk. My mother froze, her back hunched, blood gushing from the gash in her stomach, staining her shirt red.There was also a large patch of blood spreading from her shoulder.I blinked, and there was a piece of bright red blood in my eyes; I blinked again, only to see my mother combing my hair into a bun with a smile. She fell to her knees, her hands hanging limply at her sides, and then lay on her side on the pavement, like a rag doll, motionless and not breathing. I covered my mouth and screamed in the palm of my hand, my face became hot and wet with tears that fell at some point.The blood on my body that belonged to her was crying, struggling to return to her body.As I ran, I heard her voice again, telling me to be brave. The moment my mother fell, severe pain spread through my body, everything in me collapsed, and the whole world fell apart in an instant.I fell to the ground and the road scraped my knees.If I fall now, it's all over.Perhaps Eric is right, choosing to die is to explore another unknown and uncertain world. I thought of Tobias tucking the bits of my hair behind my ears before the first simulation.I heard him talk about being brave.I heard my mother say to be brave. The Dauntless soldiers turned around together, as if directed by the same brain.For some reason, I got up and started running. I want to be brave Triss!