The Chess in the Painting Remains the Same

The gun went off, the sound of a semi-automatic pistol by no means quiet, but no one ran away or even screamed. People seemed not to recognize this voice, until Ariel, standing under the floating light, covered his chest, blood flowed from his fingers, and God let him fall without any mercy. Only then did people discover the barrel of the gun hidden in the crowd, with white smoke still emitting from the front end. All the eyes around him have gathered, but no one still knows what happened. No one believed that it only took a loud bang to knock down someone ten meters away. Someone finally shouted, and they realized that Ariel was no longer breathing. Ariel Walder is dead. The crowd in Peace Square began to commotion, and the central landmark became a restricted area for life. The gunman quickly fled the scene after confirming that his goal was achieved. His arrest was a few days later. The sheriff went through great troubles to find this thing called a pistol, which should have died centuries ago. No one could have imagined what would happen next. Leo Kain stopped recording, thinking that his subsequent statements needed to be considered. He stood up and walked around the cabin to relax. Thinking of his decision to record all this a few days ago, he thought it was necessary. Although there was already a more detailed record than him, Leo still planned to describe it from another angle. He had been thinking about when to start writing for a long time, and finally he decided to start from this moment. There is no compassion in the greenhouse layer of the carbon cycle, there is no compassion in the second earth, and the clock does not stop because of the death of an individual. This is May 2, 2502, the Asimov Incident.