"I really don't understand why you can always record such a large library of jù," Victor said, "and the number eight and the other applicators will never record so many useless things, you always get your memory to the point of exploding." ”

The man stood in the metal room with a number of jù threads attached to his side neck, and two metal pieces fastened to his wrists and ankles to hold him in place.

His eyes were straight ahead, and he didn't say anything.

"Hey, what are these encryption numbers?" Victor frowned and looked at the number of libraries on the screen beside him, "I don't remember what I encrypted with Mohr. ”

Victor tried several ways to unravel the ciphers, but to no avail. He doesn't believe that Seven will encrypt his own writing, he is just a tool for them and not a colleague.

The man remained motionless, just looking ahead, his fists clenched out of Victor's sight, and he struggled to get his mind through the number line around his neck to attack the host inside. He's been trying for a long time, and he's almost on the verge of the console.

"Moore, you'll have to come and have a look." Victor called Mohr over a pager.

The man paused the invasion of his consciousness and looked at Mohr as he entered.

Moore looked at him with a calm and wary gaze for a moment, and then came to Victor's side: "What's wrong?" ”

The man's consciousness squirmed again, but he knew that Mohr was already vigilant, and he couldn't easily get the other party's attention......

Moore checked all the texts and then came to the man. He narrowed his eyes and said softly, "What do you want to hide?" ”

"What? Do you think he did it? It's impossible to ......," Victor said.

The man looked at Mohr and said calmly, "I didn't hide anything, I only entered the subconscious about the target that I thought I had to save into the system disk. Because that's my job. ”

Moore stared at him and said, "I'll open all your texts, including your system texts." ”

The man just said very lightly, "Whatever you want." ”-

The zombie horde was as pervasive and menacing as water entering a sponge, and the woman burst out laughing and grabbed a zombie as a shield and rushed towards Jaco, who was almost certain that her target was none other than herself. He glanced at the people in the supermarket, quickly pulled the roller shutter shut, and stuck an iron rod to jam the disarmed gun-wielding man inside. The woman screamed, "Come here, baby! ”

Giako glanced at the zombies that were pouring towards them, and no longer thinking about shooting the woman, he jumped up the wall and watched the woman rushing towards him on the jumping platform. It's a buffer zone, and the zombies haven't had time to rush up, and the women are underneath-

Almost subconsciously, Jaco glanced up again, but didn't see the hooded man. He withdrew from the magazine and glanced at the □□ of bullets, and there were only five rounds left. The axe had been thrown away by him, and he had no other weapon. Jaco kicked an iron railing and broke it off with all his strength to use it as a makeshift weapon.

As soon as he picked up the iron rod, he heard a noise behind him, and he quickly turned over and jumped sideways, and a zombie pounced on him, gnawing its teeth on the railing. Jaco kicked it off the platform with a single kick, and with another blow shattered the zombie in front of him. The brains and blood splattered out together, staining Giako's face with a bit of rancid body fluid.

Jaco didn't turn his head back, he gave a shot behind him with his backhand, only to hear a loud sound of "dang", the sound of the bullet and the knife face colliding was amazing, and the crazy woman took a step or two back because of the momentum of the bullet, and almost stabbed the knife into Giako's vest!

Jaco leaped back two more paces, each shot fired at the woman with unmistakable accuracy. The woman's movements were fast, and Giacco could almost feel that she had an extremely sharp ability similar to his—she could foretell the impending crisis.

Giako narrowed his eyes and fired the penultimate bullet. The bullet still ricocheted off the back of the woman's knife and slid away. The knife, which looked so strong, was now pitted, and a bloody look flashed in the woman's eyes, and she knew that Giacco had only one bullet left, and she expected Giaco to shoot at the last moment—she sped up!

Jaco grabbed a zombie beside him and stopped him in front of his chest, the woman's knife split the zombie in two from his chest like a long sword, and at the same time the blood exploded, her eyes widened slightly, and Jaco disappeared in a blink of an eye. Then a large hand gently and undoubtedly placed on the fist she clenched and clenched, as if in slow motion, Giako was like a cloak on her body, slowly falling down, tightly wrapping her, and the huge force handed her hand to her neck, easily drawing an arc-

The woman's eyes opened slowly, blood spread from the bottom of the eyes, blood vessels were exposed to the air, the trachea was exposed to the air, and the cervical spine was exposed to the air...... She fell.

Jaco let go easily, letting the woman in red in his arms fall to the ground. Now she's red all over.

Jaco stood with his head hanging for a moment, his eyes looking at the corpse on the ground, and then he looked up at the hooded man standing on the armrest as if he felt something.

Jaco raised his gun and aimed it at the other man, with the last bullet in it.

The hooded man didn't move, he looked at Jaco for a moment, then jumped off the railing and disappeared.

Jaco's hands froze for a moment, then he came back to his senses, glanced at the woman at his feet, and crouched down to search for her ticket. There were a lot of tickets on the woman, more than seventy, and Jia Ke didn't count how many Wuyun tickets there were, he put the tickets in his inner pocket and ran all the way to the supermarket-

"As I said, I'm not hiding anything you're hoping to find." The man stood there looking at Mohr with an unpredictable expression. Moore stared at his neat count, as if he hadn't expected it. He slowly approached the man, looked at him with a speculative look for a moment, and then patted the other man's strong chest with the back of his hand: "Count yourself lucky." However, I've reset all your storage, and you'd better not change them again - remember, I'm keeping an eye on you. ”

Then he left without looking back.

The expressionless man relaxed his nerves slightly. Victor complained on the sidelines: "I said it was impossible, but he didn't believe it." Okay, he's now completely emptied of the storage space I put for you earlier. ”

The man said, "Connect me to the console." ”

"No," said Victor, "you need to rest for a while, your nerves are not the same as mechanical nerves, they need rest and recuperate. ”

"I want to connect to the console," the man said, "and my subconscious has always disturbed me, and once I'm connected to the console, I'm able to call up other records without much effort, which makes me better off - and besides, I'm here now, and I can't go anywhere." ”

Victor looked at him with both hands for a moment, then said, "Okay. ”

As soon as the man's consciousness entered the host, all the records he had lost came flooding in like the sea, and he shared the same memory with the host, which allowed him not to have any storage burden. But he noticed the monitors set up by Moore, and he silently "watched" them, without making any rash moves.

Victor took the metal piece that held him in place and pulled him a chair. "Sit down, I've got to sit down anyway. They had only just entered consciousness, and it was still a while before his consciousness ended...... Don't you want to talk? ”

Victor saw the man's eyes and rolled his eyes to himself a little boredly: "Okay, I know that your answers are all artificially set and simulated by countless tests and evaluations...... But you've been through the Turing test, and you always make me feel like I'm talking to a real human.

"That guy Mohr is always buried in his computer, he never knows what it means to go out, I haven't left this place for almost a year, hell.

"As soon as this mission is over, I'm going to apply to leave here, even if I go to another small broken research institute to repair the car......

"Where did he come from?" The man's sudden speech made Victor's self-talk stuck. "What?"

"He-" said the man.

Victor immediately realized who Seven was talking about. Not Mohr, but their passive entity, the man who was hung in a huge room.

"Are you connected?" Victor straightened up, as if he were about to tell a little secret. He pressed his finger to the back of the man's hand and said, "Give me permission to - quietly - to check the 'six paths'." ”

The man seemed to be in a stupor, his eyes did not blink, and after only two or three seconds, his consciousness found the Wen Jiàn that was blocked by layers in the rapid rush, and his expressionless face showed a look of shock.

"Yes, that's a terrible place," Victor said under his watchful eye, "every six months there is a 50 percent elimination assessment, 70 percent of the eliminated people will die, and the survivors will be provided with organ and limb transplants, and every three years there will be a promotion assessment...... Inhumane training methods, bloody and brutal assessment methods. Victor spread his hands.

"They are like some primitive wild beast, trained to be the most elite weapons, to arouse ferocity while strongly suppressing their humanity, and to be as precise as a human being, without wasting a single ounce of strength...... Is it scary? Victor looked at the man and said, "When I first heard us go up, I almost thought they were joking with us. I don't believe in any such place that exists on the soil of our civilized world, but now I must believe it...... They use children who have lost their families, babies who have been abandoned, to do things that the law does not take care of...... They have the signature of the guardian as well as the children's own signature...... When these 'weapons' are mature, they may be sent to kill someone, or they may be sent to battle...... They don't have the crisis of loyalty and information leakage, and they don't have any worries about employing people and machines.

"So you see, I think humans are the scariest thing, they can cram into their minds I think even more than machines, you count, how many consciousnesses have you experienced in his brain?"

"You think they're just weapons, but they're also heavily educated, and they're well-versed in knowledge...... Even, they have their own beliefs," Victor pursed his lips, seemingly noncommittal to the word "faith," "and honestly, I don't think of him as a human at all, they ...... How so...... It's like -- a humanoid machine -- and it's the opposite of you. Sometimes, I don't even know if I should feel sympathy for them. ”

The man's brain was buzzing, and Victor's voice kept coming into his ears. The memories in his subconscious began to surge rapidly, and the number of jù washed through his brain like a river.

There is an assessment of 50% of the elimination rate every half month...... Seventy percent of those eliminated will die......

Inhumane training methods, bloody and brutal assessment methods......

A child who died on the operating table, a life environment in which he was in a desperate situation......

Zhao Xin said he hated violence. Hate organ transplants.

"No......" the man squeezed the words out between his teeth, "...... He loves music and loves to dance...... He ......"

The man felt that his eyes were sore, his nose was sore, and his chest seemed to be missing, revealing a huge hollow, but it was not due to any kind of artificially set reaction condition: "...... He's been resisting—"

He longs for all the warmth of a qiē.