Ziliang's head began to roar

The uneasy voice that whispered in his ears at that moment finally exploded, like a speeding train pressing on his skull, and every wheel was a deadly thud, one after another, until he was crushed to rotten flesh.

Yes, if this screening model had been implemented since the day Bill X was enacted, then Shirley could not have been the first

Ziliang felt as if he had a few seconds, he forgot to even exhale, the air was held in his lungs, and his hand was so painful that his hand reached out to the file in front of him.

"No, don't look at that thing." Ziliang yelled desperately, but the voice only echoed in his head, but his body didn't listen to the command at all Finally, Ziliang took the file and put it in front of his eyes.

[Name: Ziliang]

[Age: 29 years old]

[2047 Ability Test Results: Full Score]

[Predicting the possibility of potential omega-class mutants]

[Application for Removal ——— Application Approved]

【Clear Now!】 】

【Clear Now!】 】

【Clear Now!】 】

One by one, the big red stamps covered almost the entire front page, and in the photo in the upper right corner of the page, there was a completely different face from the 'Ziliang' at the moment, no clean hairstyle, no deep nose bridge and eyebrow bones, and no drooping lips that were not very good-looking.

Even, even the age is different

It was a man of only about 30 years old, with unkempt hair, a beard that had not been combed for a long time, a pair of dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept well for a long time, and in the corner of the photo, there was a wisp of green smoke, it is conceivable that when taking this photo, he must have pinched a half-smoked cigarette in his hand

'Ziliang' didn't say anything, or his throat didn't know how to work at all, and after a long time, his hand trembled, and the file fell lightly, clinging to his feet.

"Two years ago in 2047, I wasn't me anymore?" Ziliang held his head and squatted down in pain.

"Liar, you're lying! This file is fake," he roared, angry, his body trembling with rage.

Professor Wagner quietly bent down and picked up the file at Ziliang's feet: "Unfortunately, even the most boring person can't joke with Bill X, please accept this fact." It's like just now, you're desperate to prove Shirley. Birkin was an impostor. ”

Ziliang's body trembled even more violently, as if it had been overpowered.

"Well, it's painful, of course, it's ridiculous, the same thing, when it happens to your friend, you're trying your best to prove that you're right, and when it happens to you, you're crazy about denying it." Professor Wagner's voice was like a bayonet, burrowing into Ziliang's heart again and again, ripping out pieces of flesh and blood: "Everyone has their own will, and these wills will exist with the help of a body, but in the end, it is just a shell, when all your memories are transferred to another shell, are you still you?"

Hehe, this kind of question has been asked by a group of idle philosophers decades ago. Some people think that the survival of consciousness is eternal life, and some people think that the body and soul are one, but all this is nonsense, because they have not experienced these things at all, and they are just talking nonsense from the perspective of a bystander

But judging by your performance, I'm guessing you'd rather never know the truth, right? Even if you're not actually you at all.

So, put yourself in your shoes, and you'll tell your friend, Shirley, about these things. Birkin? ”

Ziliang didn't answer, but gradually, he stopped whimpering.

"But, if I'm not Ziliang, then who am I?" He asked

"It doesn't matter." Professor Wagner said: "Because you were just a vegetative person before, with no thoughts, no memories, everything about you, all of you, is blank, you are nothing." ”

"But I always have to have a name," Ziliang said.

Professor Wagner sighed, and began to rummage through the files.

"Well, in every memory transfer file, there will be a record of resetting the body, of course, there are very few records, maybe just some names, oh, I found it." He said, then pulled out a file.

【City Hospital No. 127】

[Patient No. 19, male, diagnosed with permanent loss of cognition]

【Name】

【Hannibal. Lecter]

Hearing the name, Ziliang or Hannibal didn't want to think about it at all

Hehe, what? It's all a joke!

For a moment, Hannibal even felt that he was still immersed in some ridiculous dream and did not wake up.

Hannibal himself? The one who's been looking for a long time, but can't find it?

Haha, that's ridiculous, well, even if it's true, then what? Now, I have found it, and that person is myself, so what?

It all feels like a spiraling farce.

And the rest of them are all stupid.

They did want to know the ins and outs of all this, but no one thought that they would get such an answer, and that there were such terrible things buried under this seemingly peaceful and beautiful world, and they did not expect that those friends who got along with them day and night, and even themselves, could become a complete stranger overnight, and no one knew.

So, what about myself? Am I still me?

Someone was thinking, but no one dared to ask that miserable laughter, revealing a creepy feeling

And so it went for a few more minutes.

"Okay, that's the answer you want." Professor Wagner said.

Hannibal finally stood up: "So, now, what do you want to do to me, and do you want to rip out my memories and wash them again?" ”

"Of course not, at this point, the purge is no longer enough," Professor Wagner shook his head and said: "It is very clear in Act X that if someone excavates or attempts to dig into the depths of 'Act X' without permission, then the target will immediately be listed as a danger to social stability, and such people will no longer be protected by Act X and must be eliminated immediately."

Both the body and the memory"