An Yu lowered his head and fiddled with the commander's terminal. On the screen, the little octopus man was forcing the lop-eared rabbit to exercise.
A dozen tentacles held dumbbells of different weights. The AI algorithm learned the cruel essence of Qin Zhilu. The octopus man planned to let the lop-eared rabbit do an "incremental set" of each weight from small to large, and then from large to large. Let's create a "decreasing group". If it is not finished, it will not return to its own terminal.
"I'm talking to you." Qin Zhilu was slightly dissatisfied.
An Yu lowered his head, "Well, sir, I do trust you very much."
Qin Zhilu immediately asked, "You trust me so much that you think I can make up two perfect stories out of thin air - which will not only have a greater impact on you than Ling Qiu's death, but also make you feel anxious, ashamed and private?"
An Yu nodded slightly, "Well... yes, you must have this ability..."
The silence in the room made his scalp tingle.
He held on for a while and couldn't help but defend himself: "I've already told you about the first screen. The first super abnormality discovered by humans - that crazy female scientist Zhan Xue, is probably My mother, I was the fetus that was forcibly removed at three weeks old but grew bizarrely."
"Your life experience must not be known to others." Qin Zhilu's tone became serious, "No one dares to estimate how unreasonable hatred and fear humans have towards the first super abnormal body, which will make them tear you apart. "
An Yu nodded immediately, "Of course, I will remember it."
Qin Zhilu nodded, "The story on the first screen is easy to make up. It's still the scene of killing Ling Qiu. Push the timeline forward - the moment you discover that Ling Qiu has been deformed, a moment of confusion occurs. Anxious and broken, I can barely explain myself.”
Qin Zhilu paused, "But you still haven't told me what happened in the last screen."
"I don't remember." An Yu whispered.
"lie."
"Really...sir."
Qin Zhilu looked at him meaningfully, "It's related to another person, a person who has a deeper influence on you than Ling Qiu. Don't forget, you admitted this yourself at the console."
An Yu was silent for a long time, "I was dominated by that thing deep in my consciousness and talked nonsense."
"Lied again." Qin Zhilu's tone turned cold, "In this mission, you didn't perceive Him at all - we have discussed that it is just another part of yourself, and you have already begun to merge, so don't use something like split personality. Use excuses to prevaricate me."
An Yu was speechless. He lowered his head and poked at the screen, trying to help the lop-eared rabbit lighten the weight of the two dumbbells.
As soon as the dumbbells were taken off, a series of bubble boxes suddenly popped up on the screen, coming from the angry little octopus man.
-You are acting strange today and have been interfering with our training.
-The server shows that you are my learning object and we should have the same vision and thinking.
-So such abnormal behavior makes me suspect that this device is now controlled by criminals. Please give me the authority to control the front camera immediately, or use other methods to prove to me that it is you who is using the terminal. Otherwise, I will call the police on Black Tower within ten seconds.
An Yu was stunned: "?"
Qin Zhilu said coldly: "You have ten seconds to tell me the truth in the last screen, or make up a lie that can convince me."
An Yu: "?!"
The countdown started playing one by one on the terminal. At the same time, Qin Zhilu counted down expressionlessly: "Ten, nine..."
An Yu: "???"
Little Octopus Man: Tell me, who are you?
Qin Zhilu stared at him, "Tell me, who did you see on the screen?"
Little Octopus: You have five seconds.
Qin Zhilu's tone became more serious, "Three - two -"
An Yu stood up from the sofa abruptly, "I seem to be starving to death. Sir, I'll go get some bread first."
Qin Zhilu frowned, "You——"
Before he finished speaking, the terminal that was thrown on the sofa suddenly sounded a piercing alarm. A few seconds later, a projection automatically lit up on the wall of the room. The face of a top decision-maker filled the entire wall, and he said anxiously: "Law, we received an alarm from Corner's AI, claiming that your terminal has been used by criminals. Please verify it immediately."
Qin Zhilu: "..."
…
A few minutes later, An Yu huddled on the sofa tiredly, looking at the little octopus man who finally returned to his terminal.
The little octopus man seemed to be very dissatisfied with this series of mistakes. He sent several interactions to it, but received no response.
Qin Zhilu wrote the battle report on the computer expressionlessly without saying a word.
Well, the chief seems to be dissatisfied too.
On and off the screen, he faced surprisingly consistent social dilemmas.
After a long time, An Yu sighed and whispered: "Sir, tell me... will what I do on the screen affect reality?"
Qin Zhilu stopped typing and thought for a moment, "It should be possible. You have entered the memories of Ling Qiu's death nine times. Have you done anything different from reality?"
An Yu shook his head, "No."
"It seems that you yourself think it will disrupt the order of reality."
An Yu nodded slightly, but he paused and said, "Even if it doesn't affect reality, I have no other choice."
He broke off the thick bread in his hand and whispered: "Killing him is the only thing I can do for him. My pain is not important, what is important is..."
Qin Zhilu's eyes softened and he looked at him seriously, "What is it?"
"Ling Qiu is a bright person." An Yu whispered into the air: "We can't keep his life, but at least we must keep his brightness."
Qin Zhilu smiled and went back to writing the battle report.
An Yu asked again, "Then if - if the memories I delve into are not what happened to me, but the memories of others I saw, will my behavior also disturb the objective reality?"
Qin Zhilu was stunned when he heard this.
The pair of black eyes showed a rare look of astonishment. He looked at An Yu for a long time before he said slowly: "It will not disturb the objective reality, but it may interfere with... that person's memory."
"What do you mean?" An Yu asked immediately.
Qin Zhilu paused for a long time before saying: "For example, there was a person who longed for a piece of bread when he was hungry, but he didn't eat it. You saw this memory and gave him the piece of bread after entering the screen. Although this It will not change the fact that he has been hungry, but after your modification, his memory will change, and he will mistakenly believe that he ate that piece of bread, and that he... has not experienced such painful hunger."
"Is this going to happen?" An Yu's eyes suddenly lit up for a moment, and a trace of brilliance flashed across his golden eyes.
Qin Zhilu nodded slightly, "Yes."
An Yu unconsciously raised the corners of his lips and whispered to himself: "Then I'm not too incompetent."
Qin Zhilu stared at An Yu for a long time.
This seemed to be the first time he saw An Yu with such a satisfied smile. It was a bit similar to when he hugged a big bag of bread, but the happiness at this time was undoubtedly more abundant.
As night fell, An Yu said good night to his superior and prepared to go back to his room to take a good nap.
He walked to the door and couldn't help but asked with a guilty conscience: "Have you finished the story on the last screen?"
"Not yet." Qin Zhilu said to the computer screen: "I have to think about it carefully. I probably won't have to sleep tonight."
"Well...I'm sorry for causing you trouble." An Yu lowered his head, "But I promise you, even if I tell you what happened on the screen, it won't be of any help to you in making up your story."
After he finished speaking, there was no response for a long time.
Only the sound of chairs moving was heard.
Qin Zhilu walked up to him step by step, his tall figure covering the light behind him, shrouding him in darkness.
"It doesn't matter, it's not important anymore." Qin Zhilu whispered: "I probably know what happened on the screen. Indeed, it doesn't give me any inspiration for writing stories."
An Yu looked up blankly, "You know? How do you know?"
"Recalling the past, I suddenly felt that my memory of something was very vague, as if something that could be called a turning point had happened."
Qin Zhilu's tone was calm, but his black eyes were profound. He stared at An Yu and whispered: "There is a man who, although he is often hungry, rarely takes the initiative to ask for bread. But one time he was too much. Hungry, he finally spoke, but was rejected. He remembered that incident for many years. But - maybe it was too long ago, and now he was suddenly not sure whether he was rejected at that time, because in a trance, he actually I feel like I ate that piece of bread back then.”
An Yu stared blankly into those deep black eyes and asked softly: "Then, will he feel comforted by eating that piece of bread?"
"Yes." Qin Zhilu said.
Suddenly, he leaned over and hugged An Yu gently.
The leather glove rubbed the old scar behind An Yu's ear, and the force gradually increased. He paused, lowered his head and pressed his lips to An Yu's forehead, and the touch was instant.
Just like An Yu did to the young Qin Zhilu on the screen.
An Yu looked down at the toe of the officer's shoe and whispered, "That's just a small piece of bread."
Qin Zhilu said "Yeah", "But that little piece of bread is very important to him."
Chapter 69 Main City·69
Perhaps the fatigue effect after the mission had not faded yet, so An Yu felt slightly dizzy due to the hug from his superior.
When his forehead was kissed, he once again felt the scar that existed at the corner of Qin Zhilu's mouth. The leather gloves rubbed behind his ears. The presence of him and the two scars on his body suddenly became stronger, and they quickly appeared in the depths of his consciousness. There was a silent turmoil.
An Yu stood in the shadow cast by Qin Zhilu on the ground and whispered: "I can always see your scar in your memory."
Qin Zhilu nodded quietly, "Something that is present at birth may not be called a scar, but a mark."
"What does that mean?" An Yu pursed his lips, "Twenty-six years ago, two pregnant women, Tang Ru and Zhan Xue, were directly exposed in the Yuge Snowfield, and then gave birth to you and me respectively. Your genes Chaos is immeasurable, and my genes have absolute order, so we went to two extremes.”
Qin Zhilu said in a calm tone, "I don't know what that means."
The leather gloves gently rubbed along the outline of An Yu's face, "There are many truths in this world, but not every truth will come. No matter what, people can only stick to their mission." He said, going around and around Encirclement untied the bandages around An Yu's neck and wrists, "The mission is over. Have a good sleep and forget about the pain that you have experienced over and over again on the screen."
An Yu nodded, "Good night, sir."
After returning to the room, An Yu had a rare insomnia.
More than four months have passed since I stepped on the shuttle bus during the winter solstice. Everything is turned upside down, and the simple life of the past has gone against him. The strange thing is that he used to hate complexity, but now he is ignorant and curious, and he takes the initiative to step into this complicated world step by step.
After reliving Ling Qiu's death nine times, he suddenly realized that it was not only Ling Qiu who was killed in the container that day, but also himself - a parasite in Ling Qiu's body.
In the room with no lights on, the projector projected the mission documentary on the wall, and An Yu watched the pictures quietly.
In Area 53, with a dark gun pressed against his chest, Qin Zhilu asked calmly: "Do you want to kill me?"
He swept him off Xi De's back to a high altitude, lowered his head and bit his neck, completely triggering his awakening through infection.
In the orphanage, he was blindfolded and guided: "Don't look or listen. Too much information will only interfere with your perception. Ten years ago, someone told me that time and space have their own unique way of compilation. .”
Later, amid the broken mirrors and snowy sand that covered the sky, I stood behind him, using my life and spirit to gather a soft mist for him. He stood in the mist, facing the sky.
Fine dust danced in the projector's beam, like snow flakes outside the dome.
