In the mist-filled field, a tapir with a body like a hemp pole was wrapped in a black coat, sitting on the eaves of a single-family building in a fast food restaurant, swinging its legs and blowing bubbles with a happy expression.
At his feet, seven people wearing the same attire fell into a coma and were wrapped in seven huge bubbles.
Countless colorful threads were pulled out from the bubbles and condensed into seven huge cocoons in mid-air.
In addition to these seven people themselves, more silk threads condensed from mid-air and were also wrapped around the giant cocoon.
That's everyone, the memory of these seven people.
Among them, the giant cocoon formed by the silk threads that grew from the bodies of Zhou Feng and the others appeared to be broken open, and the puppets conceived in it had disappeared.
"All living beings suffer because of injustice, and all living beings feel happy because of injustice."
Tapir looked at Zhang Changlin and asked with a smile: "What do you think people are pursuing in this life?"
"Everyone wants to stand out and be different, but everyone unconsciously wants to pull down those who are trying their best to climb up and escape from their own mediocre group."
"Even the soldiers of the Special Affairs Bureau, a group of people who believe in obeying orders as their highest belief, are not exempt from vulgarity."
Tapir pointed at the group of people behind Zhang Changlin who had been resurrected by him and were missing arms and legs, and said: "Are you going to count on these people to establish a new order in your heart?"
"Even if you really rely on these people, escape from City 18, and build your own paradise in a place that is not noticed by anyone -"
"Can you guarantee that they will always live peacefully according to your will? Even if they are under your control and cannot defy your will, what about their families?"
Tapir leaned close to Zhang Changlin's ear, his voice was low and hoarse, and he sighed: "Sometimes a person doesn't do anything bad. It's not because he is kind in nature, but because his ability is not enough to cause him to have too much impact on others. It’s just hurt.”
Zhang Changlin looked behind him silently at the people who were still somewhat mutilated after being resurrected by him.
These people were favored by him and risked their lives. They were the group of people he had the deepest contact with and understood in more than ten years.
They come from all walks of life, with average abilities and average conduct. Precisely because of their averageness, they are not strong enough to climb up, and they are not cruel enough to pull people down, but their desire to transcend ordinary life is constantly agitated. them.
"Oh, this bag of yours is so beautiful. My son must have bought it for me."
"You are so lucky that your son can earn money and yet be so filial, unlike our little ancestor who is like a debt collector."
"Haha, it's not as good as you said. Your Aqiang is also pretty good. He's so honest."
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"I think that woman from the Sun family is so proud that she will fall down sooner or later and kill her."
"Their little grandson was not as good as our Aqiang when he was in school. He was idle all day long and got lucky and became a small boss."
"I heard that the business is not clean. I might have to work hard one day..."
Such words that are neither painful nor itchy, but full of jealousy and vanity, fill every day of life.
In the past ten years, life has been like soapy water after washing clothes, exuding a stinky smell accompanied by a slight fragrance under the sunlight.
The human heart is full of ravines, and there are always places where the sun doesn’t shine.
When the rain is not abundant enough, even if anything grows in these dark corners, it will not be able to form a climate due to lack of nutrients.
But if it is watered with power, it is hard to imagine how wildly those man-eating weeds will grow.
And power itself is an inevitable product of group living.
"Human society can no longer rely on its own strength to solve its own problems, nor can it rely on its own strength to suppress its own desires and madness."
"Human society will only continue to resist, collapse, and rebuild over and over again, until civilization dies."
Tapir looked at Zhang Changlin with compassion: "Join us, only our Lord can truly realize the world you want in your heart."
Zhang Changlin: "The world in my mind..."
The tapir opened his hands, raised his huge head vigorously, and said like a pilgrim: "A world where injustice is truly eliminated, class is eliminated, and everyone is truly equal!"
Although he has a slender figure, a huge head, and looks indescribably funny, in Zhang Changlin's eyes, the tapir seems to be really shining at this moment——
"I……"
Just when Zhang Changlin was about to make a decision, the three groups of silk threads connected to the giant cocoon, belonging to Zhou Feng's three people, suddenly broke.
Immediately afterwards, the three giant cocoons began to slowly descend under the guidance of the three people sleeping in the bubble, and finally completely wrapped the three people still sleeping in the bubble.
Upon seeing this, the tapir immediately ran towards the giant cocoons and reached out to grab the three giant cocoons.
Like magic, the three giant cocoons quickly shrank in his hands, eventually turning into three thumb-sized cocoon rooms.
"Oh my, after working for so long, I finally got something!"
As he spoke, the tapir carefully put the three cocoons close to his body, and then ran towards the other four giant cocoons with a miserly look on his face.
Zhang Changlin was left standing there, black and golden spiritual energy flowing in his eyes, and he felt that his emotions had become incoherent.
On the other side, there is a battlefield outside the territory.
After the three puppets were eliminated, the soldiers fell into brief confusion and confusion due to lack of memory.
Fortunately, there are not many people who have known the Zeroers team before, and only about 20% of the people who actually have large gaps in their memory.
The chaotic and confused situation was quickly stabilized after Jiang Yingtai woke up and took charge of the situation.
"You mean, the Zeroer team I formed actually has seven people?"
Jiang Yingtai sat on a chair in the makeshift war room, with bandages wrapped around his body, while flipping through the video materials of previous battles.
"Were all these battle losses caused by them?"
Ana Shen nodded: "It's obvious, General."
Although the power of tapir can take away everyone's memory, it cannot distort everyone's cognition. It creates a memory gap but does not cover it up. This means that once it is mentioned, people who have lost their memory can quickly detect it. Something is wrong.
Jiang Yingtai's secretary came in with a piece of paper material: "Minister, the information you requested has been transferred."
Jiang Yingtai reached out to take the materials, flipped through them twice, and his face instantly became solemn.
This paper material is the file of the members of the Zero Team.
Among them, the photos of Zhou Feng and the other three people completely match the previous battle images in the video!
Jiang Yingtai punched the table: "These traitors!"
Ana Shen said: "It's hard to say whether they are traitors or not. After all, we were fighting three memory puppets before. Their bodies may still be trapped in the realm."
Jiang Yingtai raised his head: "What do you mean..."
Ana Shen turned around and looked at the white fog area a few hundred meters away from the war room: "If you want to completely solve this matter and bring people back, you still have to go inside."
Jiang Yingtai was silent for a moment and said sincerely: "What can I do?"
"You... just pull up the isolation belt and don't let the thick fog continue to spread!"
After saying that, Ana Shen did not stop in the war room and walked straight towards Bai Wu.
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Within the realm, Tapir felt a rolling mist at the end of the street.
Ana Shen's figure shrouded in black psychic energy broke through the thick fog and appeared in the realm.
The corners of Tapir's mouth raised: "Our guest is finally here!"
