Yuanye leaned against the car wall and took a bite of the crepe.
——It's really delicious.
The high-calorie cream stimulated Yuanye's taste buds, and the desire for energy substances in his genes caused his brain to receive the message "I should have more of this stuff", which eventually turned into spiritual pleasure.
——After I transform into a prosthetic body, I won’t feel this way anymore.
Miscellaneous thoughts emerged in Yuan Ye's mind. Such philosophical questions were raised more frequently by him after he traveled through time. In the final analysis, they were just thoughts about the existence of the soul that naturally occurred after traveling through time.
But in the absence of empirical evidence, it turns out to be just one person's wild imagination. Even before Yuan Ye traveled through time, philosophy had become an appendage of science. In the end, it still depends on people's own thinking and the existence of self-awareness. Rely on scientific evidence.
——I just don’t know if the world has an answer to this question.
Although bionic engineering is extremely advanced in this world, it still does not understand everything about the human brain. It can only be used as a "black box" to input data and read out output data to perform operations.
But there is only one final step left. Whether human beings have a truly independent consciousness of freedom, or are they just a chemical machine, I think Yuanye should be able to see the answer in this lifetime.
Genya ate the last bite of the crepe, crumpled the wrapping paper into a ball, and waited to find a trash can to throw it away after getting off the car.
Philosophical thinking is certainly interesting, but the most important thing for Yuan Ye at the moment is to solve the life threat posed by the mechanical white clothes. Otherwise, when he wakes up from a deep sleep one night, the mechanical white clothes will have torn his body into pieces and used The mechanical device maintained his life, then pointed at his liver and told him that he had stayed up too late recently, which was reflected in his liver. When he asked him to pay attention to his work and rest, no thinking was of any use.
The subway stopped, the door opened, and Yuanye followed the flow of people and walked out of the subway station.
According to the address given by Teppei Uehara, Genye walked to a small alley. There was a business sign hanging on the door of the destination store, but the glass exterior seemed to have been specially treated, and the inside of the store could not be seen from the outside. thing.
Yuanye decided to open the door and go in to take a look.
The moment he pushed the door open, the bell on the door rang. Yuanye glanced at the empty counter and asked, "Hello, is there anyone there?"
"Here we come." A voice responded from deep inside the store.
While waiting for the teller to arrive, Yuanye looked at the store.
The mechanical prosthetic body was hung from the ceiling. If it weren't for the silvery light reflected by the metal, Yuanye would have thought he had entered a pork slaughterhouse.
But other than that, there was nothing special. It looked like a shop selling prosthetics with a weird decoration style. The cold weapons that Yuanye expected were not hanging outside.
"Welcome." Sato wiped his hands with his apron and walked out from behind the counter. He seemed a little surprised to see Yuanye, "You are."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Sato." Genye greeted politely. He was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that the owner of this shop was Sato, whom he had met before in the Black Dragon Club's arena.
"This is a little hobby of mine." Sato explained proactively, "When I am not required to be on duty, I will open a shop here."
"What happened to the Black Dragon Society after that?" Yuanye, who had always been very concerned about the target he wanted to destroy, asked directly.
"Uesugi and Yamamoto can't do anything to each other. What else can you do? This is not your business." Sato laughed and dismissed the topic, "So what are you doing in this store?"
"A friend of mine introduced me here. I want to buy two cold weapons for collection." Yuanye repeated the words that fooled Teppei Uehara.
"Collection? I can't see it." Sato snorted, as if he had completely seen through Yuanye's lies.
Genya had no choice but to give Sato a knowing look.
"Forget it, I'm just a businessman. It's none of my business what you want to buy." Sato gave up asking, "I finally escaped from the mud pit of the Yakuza, so don't get into trouble again. I don't want it to happen." I saw your face on some news.”
"Ordinary cold weapons will suffice." Yuan Ye put forward his request, "Knives are best, but other swords are fine too."
"How did you use it in the arena that day?" Sato asked.
"No problem, I want two." Yuanye thought for a while and agreed, "Can you give me a bag along the way?"
"Knife room? I don't have anything fancy like that here." Sato replied, "I do have a tennis bag."
"That's okay, how much is it."
"How much are the two iron bars worth?" Sato waved his hand and said very generously, "I gave them to you."
Yuanye was a little surprised. Although the two of them had only met each other once, Sato was so generous.
"That boy Zheping introduced you here," Sato asked, lighting a cigarette.
"I don't know anyone named Teppei. My friend recommended me to this store." Of course Genya was unwilling to sell Uehara Teppei just like this, so he could only lie.
"Who else but that bastard?" Sato blew out a smoke ring, "Don't tell him that I am a member of the Yakuza."
"I won't talk too much." Genya reacted. Sato had said that he had a grandson from the same school as Genya, but their surnames were completely different, so Genya didn't immediately think of Uehara Teppei. .
"That's the best." Sato took out two knives from the store warehouse, which were the same as those used by Genya in the arena. They were purely industrial products.
"Listen, kid." Sato put the knife into his tennis bag, "I don't care if you really want to buy it for collection, or if you want to do something else, remember, you have to take care of your hands."
"To put it simply, when you want to do something, you appear somewhere else. Of course, it is just a virtual identity. It can be a takeaway or a payment bill from a milk tea shop. If it is not directly photographed by the surveillance system, That’s all you need, it’s enough for you to escape the retrieval of those data analysis AIs, which are all programs written casually by college students anyway.”
Genya didn't understand why Sato suddenly told him these things, but he still replied: "I know."
"No need for the best." Sato handed the tennis bag to Genya and waved his hand to indicate that it was time for him to leave.
Sato put out his finished cigarette in the ashtray and said nothing more.
Genya thanked him and left Sato's shop.
After closing the store door, Yuanye dialed the number left by the mechanical white clothes.
