He lowered his eyes and glanced at Zhongji, moved his toes away from Zhongji, and said softly: "Despicable creatures also have an obsession with survival, which is very reasonable. Since you like time so much, why not——"
He said, looking at the white line between that screen and the central screen.
Zhongji began to slap the screen crazily, as if trying to break free from it and tear him apart!
An Yu looked indifferent, and with a vicious glare, he slowly raised his hand and pinched the white thread. Veins popped out on the slender arm, and the white line broke instantly, leaving only a black line connecting the reset hourglass and the hour screen.
When he raised his eyes, the space fluctuated, the hourglass turned upside down, and Zhongji's ferocious face immediately disappeared from the screen.
The screen began to shake violently, indicating the pain of the screen owner.
"The pain you have experienced is worth savoring again and again. Don't waste the time you have stolen so hard."
An Yu moved his fingertips slightly, and the countless screens in the space resumed their interpretation.
He was also exhausted in an instant, his body and consciousness were empty, and he could no longer stay awake at all.
In a blur of consciousness, An Yu finally called tentatively: "Sir?"
The private channel was connected as scheduled.
Qin Zhilu said "Yes", "Yes. I was just about to drive the little octopus man back, and you stopped everyone."
An Yu whispered: "Then is it back now?"
"If you can't drive it away, you can negotiate with it when you wake up." Qin Zhilu laughed and whispered: "Go to sleep if you want. The mission is over, I will pick you up."
Chapter 68 Main City·68
An Yu woke up from the turbulence of the plane.
Outside the porthole window, there was a vast expanse of white, whistling flakes of snow covered the sky, and the world seemed to be submerged in the wind and snow.
Ning looked at the overwhelming pictures on social media and whispered: "It has been eight years since we have seen such a world-class snowstorm. On such a large scale, only the two special snowstorms that year can compare."
An was wearing huge headphones, huddled in Ning's arms and stared out the window in a daze. Lu Ming hugged his knees and curled up in the small space between Yan and the wall, leaning his head against the wall and sleeping quietly.
Yan slowly asked: "Snowstorm is equivalent to disaster. Has the main city received any reports of abnormal attacks?"
Ning shook his head, "Fortunately, not yet, but everyone is still in special combat readiness."
The gloomy male voice said: "There may not be an accident. Snowstorm and disaster may just be the connection that people take for granted."
Qin Zhilu glanced over his right shoulder as he spoke, and his tone softened, "You woke up so soon?"
"Hmm." An Yu sat upright drowsily and smoothed the wrinkles on the officer's shoulders.
He put his hands on his legs, pressed his temples hard, and murmured: "It's snowing again..."
Ever since he was little, whenever there was an unusual storm or snow, he would either fall asleep or catch a cold, and he would always be groggy.
"How's the time anomaly going?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
Yan Zheng closed his eyes to rest, and said in a low voice: "After you cut off the connection between the clock and the central screen, the central screen automatically disappeared, and the accumulated time was evenly distributed to everyone in the world, and the average per person was reset to 84 seconds. So. About three days ago, some unlucky people who happened to be injured were injured again, and some people's happiness was reset and prolonged. Of course, most people in this world live busy and numb lives, and there is no obvious feeling. In After the 84-second reset period, the hourglass also disappeared. Now there are only a bunch of screens left on the console, like a huge human monitoring center. It has completely lost its ability to control. I guess-" He tossed something with his left and right hands in boredom. , "When this guy uses up the time he has absorbed and his consciousness dies, the console will disappear completely. Well... probably in more than one hundred and forty years, I really hope that humans still have more than one hundred and forty years."
Only then did An Yu see that he had been fiddling with an ancient tape-sized screen in his hand, and the screen was still moving.
"After cutting off the external contact, his screen is only so big." Yan opened his eyes and looked at An Yu, "Do you want to observe the growth history of antisocial personality?"
"Hmm..." An Yu was about to say that he was not interested, but Yan had already thrown the thing at him. He reached out in panic, but Qin Zhilu reached out to intercept the screen in mid-air.
"Don't throw it away." Qin Zhilu handed the screen to An Yu, "He has no strength to hide anymore. If you smash his head open, the Black Tower will ask you to write a 50,000-word report to explain."
Yan Bubu smiled and closed his eyes again, "Did Heita want me to write it, or did you want me to write it?"
Qin Zhilu didn't answer, he tore open an energy bar and handed it over. An Yu glanced at the words "honey oatmeal" printed on the package, took a big bite, and chewed hard.
He slowly digested Yan's words, and his bulging cheeks suddenly stiffened, "Three days ago?"
He thought he'd only slept a few hours this time.
Yan said "Yeah", "Due to the snowfall all over the world, Shangfeng changed his mind temporarily and kept the military headquarters and the minaret on standby. No additional reinforcements were sent to Area 34. We spent three full days cleaning out the crazy breeding water ants. .”
Hearing this, An Yu opened the terminal and glanced at the team's battle report - although Qin Zhilu came not long after he fell asleep, the commander was obviously too lazy to clean up, and Yan was not good at group attacks, cleaning up huge water ant anomalies. The important task of planting finally fell completely on Lumen's head.
Lu Ming, who was sleeping soundly, showed a strong sense of exhaustion, and the cheek embedded with the sound wave film was so red that it looked painful.
Yan turned to look at him and pulled up the coat on his body.
Qin Zhilu looked out the window and said softly: "It looks like the snow is about to stop."
It seemed that every time An Yu woke up, the heavy snow would stop.
Outside the porthole, flying snowflakes were swirling and flying in the air current. An Yu stared at them in a daze for a while, then muttered: "You are right, this is not snow at all."
There are tiny fluctuations in time and space in those flying snow flakes. He can now 100% sense them, although he can't see clearly what is in those time and space.
The screen in his hand suddenly vibrated. An Yu looked down and saw Zhong on the screen rolling on the bed with eyes wide open. The sheet soaked with blood covered his lower body.
Qin Zhilu only glanced at it and then looked away, saying coldly: "After rejecting Dr. Lao's suggestion for a second amputation, he sneaked back from the hospital to the store, paranoid about organizing a concert. But he didn't last 24 hours. , the ulcer spread to his thighs. Dr. Lao took the initiative to contact him and hoped to take a chance and amputate both legs, but he refused to give up the other leg and chose to treat it on his own."
An Yu was surprised, "Treat yourself?"
On the screen, Zhongji suddenly opened the quilt, and blood was still oozing out from the root of his right leg - there was an extremely uneven incision, minced meat and bones were scattered all over the bed, half of the thigh and a terrifying electric The saw was curled up in the quilt.
His eyes were blood red, he raised his head and laughed, then picked up the chainsaw and pointed it towards his left knee.
"He missed the best time to amputate his right thigh and refused to listen to the doctor's advice. As a result, he kept running behind the spreading ulcer, amputating his right thigh section by section, then his left calf, then his left thigh... section by section. . It’s a good thing that he was able to do it himself. I can see the phantom pain.” Yan yawned silently, “Oh, by the way, his screen is different from others. It only recorded the most painful part. He has to relive this memory repeatedly for more than 140 years, tsk..."
"That's what he deserves." An Yu said calmly, "Please don't destroy this screen, respect his will to live, and let him live well."
His expression was calm and his tone was gentle, but the words he spoke were terrifying.
Yan paused and turned to Qin Zhilu, "Do you think the person you chose to supervise is scary?"
"It's okay." Qin Zhilu said calmly: "Although he is not very humane, he is very polite, so it is even."
"..." Yan Muran said, "Redefine evenness."
An Yu took another energy bar from Qin Zhilu and said meekly, "Thank you, sir."
On the screen, Zhongji finally cut off all parts of himself below the waist, and what killed him was not ulceration, but bleeding.
He dragged his intestines and crawled to the piano, struggled to get himself on the piano bench, but was already unable to play, so he could only turn on the metronome palely, and while the pendulum needle struck the bell left and right, he rubbed his pocket watch, quietly Just wait for life to pass by.
His lips were trembling, and he kept repeating the same mouth shape - "It would be nice if I could have more time."
"Our kind but stupid Dr. Lao refused to give up on him, so he decided to come to persuade him to undergo surgery. As a result, he saw such a bloody scene as soon as he entered the store. At that moment, his body was dying, and his consciousness had begun to interact with the first time vehicle. Mixed hyper-abnormality, that is, the pocket watch. The doctor found that all the clocks and watches in the house disappeared out of thin air one after another, and was so frightened that he ran away immediately. Of course, maybe because of his brain disorder, he took away the only time vehicle that did not disappear. , that is, the pocket watch on Zhong Ji’s hand—" Yan sighed, "That is the last thing he should do."
Qin Zhilu said in a deep voice: "If he had not taken away the pocket watch, maybe the junk shop would have become a closed space-time disorder area. At the very least, the super-abnormalization of the time vehicle would not have spread to the whole city so quickly. Of course. , this is just our speculation. The superabnormal phenomena of living things and non-living things, consciousness and time have long surpassed the boundaries of scientific cognition."
Yan snorted and laughed, "It's not scientific. Sooner or later, the sand table will be turned over. If I reach the top, I might as well cut off the funding for the brain and give the people of Yicheng one more meal a day."
Qin Zhilu didn't comment, picked up the metronome from the shelf next to him, and gently rubbed the glass cover with his gloves.
An Yu was stunned, "Why did you bring this out?"
Qin Zhilu glanced at him and said, "Isn't this what you want to give to me?"
An Yu was confused, "But at that time I didn't know it was a switch in the other world. Can I take this thing casually?"
"Precisely because it is a switch, it must be strictly supervised before the other world is automatically destroyed, and cannot be thrown away casually in Area 34." Qin Zhilu took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away the dust on it, "Congratulations, you can't It was given to me for a penny.”
An Yu immediately recalled the 930 yuan price tag, and his little worry turned into happiness.
——But this happiness only lasted until the plane landed.
Black Tower.
Joseph smiled fat and friendly towards An Yu for the umpteenth time.
"You have entered the screen 11 times in total. According to your recollection, 9 of them were reliving the scene of killing Ling Qiu in Area 53. So what did you see the first time and the last time?"
An Yu said expressionlessly, "11 times? I remember only 9 times."
Joseph took a deep breath and kept smiling, "Mr. Corner, on behalf of the Black Tower, I assure you that there are 11 times in total. If you don't believe it, you can read the video data."
An Yu immediately shook his head, "No need, just say so..." He unconsciously looked at the corner continuously, "Do I have to report these things?"
"Does reporting this make you anxious?" Joseph asked keenly. He paused and softened his tone, "Because of this, we hope you can talk about it. The Summit and the Brain have always been very concerned about your mental health. In addition, you also know that you experienced mental fluctuations during this mission, and we need to understand what scenarios will trigger your abnormality."
An Yu was silent for a moment, "The fluctuations in mental power have nothing to do with the events on the screen. I guess it depends on whether I can realize that I am in parallel time and space at the time."
"Then why does it bounce repeatedly?"
An Yu thought for a moment, "My consciousness is going through a struggle. Anger and humiliation seem to catalyze its awakening, so there are repeated fluctuations."
Joseph immediately lowered his head and wrote a few words, "Very good, I will synchronize your analysis with the researchers. Then please cooperate with me to continue to recall, what exactly happened on the screen for the first and last time?"
"..."
Still haven't gone around.
Ling Qiu was right, the Black Tower was full of cunning guys.
The first screen is related to An Yu's mother, and once again confirms the fact that he had promoted the acceleration of his own body and the #091 Container for eight years as an infant - regarding his life experience, the superiors prohibited him from reporting.
And the last screen... He didn't want to say subjectively.
Although there were no big secrets on that screen, he suddenly had the "sense of privacy" that Ling Qiu had mentioned - he had never had any privacy in his previous life, and this was a novel experience. The arrival was unexpected.
The smile on Joseph's face had lasted for five minutes. He pressed his cheeks hard, stretched his sore facial muscles, and smiled again.
The never-ending confrontation.
An Yu was about to be defeated and gave up on himself: "I suddenly remembered that the commander promised to help me write a battle report for this operation. Can't you read it in the battle report?"
"But only you know what is happening on the screen. Will Lord Lu know about it?"
"I told him." An Yu lied immediately, "I told him everything on the plane back."
He paused and said, "Sorry, I don't want to repeat those two things personally. Please just read the battle report later."
After hearing this, Joseph hesitated for a while and then said, "Okay then."
He nodded while writing and taking notes. An Yu took a peek at what he had written - what happened on the first and last screens would make him feel anxious, ashamed and private, and he would not want to mention it to strangers in person. , only willing to inform regulators...
It does not make sense.
Later in the evening, Qin Zhilu sat behind the desk in his room and read aloud the documents from the Black Tower: "...I am only willing to inform the supervisor. This is a good signal at some level, indicating that Lu has established a considerable relationship with the corner. Trust and intimacy, the corner will have continued progress in socialization.”
He raised his head expressionlessly, "I feel your trust in me, but it seems a little too trusting."
