On the last night, Zhou Zhen's mood was very apprehensive, the imagination of death was rehearsed in his mind countless times, and now there was no new plot, he felt as if he was a child who was going to school for the first time tomorrow, with both fear and expectation.

Fear is natural, all creatures have an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, and the expectation is because he wants too much to be free from emphysema, lack of oxygen and pain.

Unable to sleep, Zhou Zhen tried not to think about death, he recalled the human race before the age of abundance, but in only sixty years, the human race completely forgot the fear of famine and cold that lasted for tens of thousands of years.

Probably because of the ensuing energy crisis, everyone's workload has increased dramatically, the sixteen-hour workday, one day off a month, the human being is so tired that he can't remember much, and the young people he knows don't know anything about the history of sixty years ago.

When food and clothing are provided like air, no one will be happy to be fed and clothed, just as in the era of abundant energy, no one will be happy because the lights are on and the cars will be started.

Thinking about it like this, the sky gradually brightened.

The story returns to the beginning, Zhou Zhen carefully sat up from the bed, and now he is afraid that the broken bones will puncture his heart and lungs, because it is said that lethal injection is the least painful way to die.

The plaster walls were damp and sticky, and he carved his summary of the twenty-second century with his fingers.

"When God opens one window for mankind, he will close another."

Of course, at this point he felt that all his doors were closed, because he did not know that a window was slowly opening.

...

The torture room is probably the most comfortable place in the entire prison environment, with fluorescent lamps shining on the green walls and the cold air of the air conditioner at a suitable temperature.

A walk here made Zhou Zhi's mind even more dizzy, lying on the soft mattress, opening his eyes, as if he was in a grassy field, closing his eyes, as if sleeping on the feather bed in Natasha's bedroom.

A few minutes later, the security guards tied his hands, feet, and neck, and then connected him to a heart rate measuring machine, and the rough movements awakened his sweet dreams.

"Can't you wait until I'm asleep?"

Zhou Zhen complained angrily, but the security guards ignored him, and the doctor who was busy next to the instrument smiled: "Do you think you are staying in a hotel?" If you lie here for an extra minute, the energy consumed will be deducted from our winnings. ”

Next, the doctor pushed a cart loaded with three iron cans in front of him and quickly inserted the needle of the infusion set into a vein in his left arm.

"Don't you rub alcohol?"

Zhou Zhen pretended to be surprised and joked, the doctor probably thought that this person had some antisocial personality, and replied with a smile: "Then I still want to wish you a speedy recovery?" ”

With that, he turned a knob on the cart, rolled up his sleeves and began to look at his watch.

Zhou Zhi felt a cool liquid slowly flowing into his veins, and then, the comfortable feeling hit again, the grassland, the sun, the spring breeze, he and Natasha lingered on the feather bed in the middle of the grassland, until they were weak and fell asleep sweetly.

...

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Zhen woke up in weightlessness, and the feeling of suffocation came to him, as if he was in an elevator stalling and falling.

There was no darkness all around, and he had never felt such complete darkness, as if all the light in the world had been extinguished.

Gradually, he felt as if he was adjusting to the fall, and I don't know how long it was, a circle of light appeared above him, and he was rapidly approaching there, and it turned out that he was not falling, but rising.

"So, heaven is up there? Can someone like me go to heaven? ”

As he thought, the aperture had been left behind him, surrounded by a bright wall that kept receding, and he felt like he was floating on a high-speed train that passed through a tunnel, and the lights mingled.

Suddenly, it seemed that a giant hand grabbed him from behind, and the force of the giant hand was infinite, first slowing his ascent, and then pulling him down.

The aperture moved away again, and darkness struck again.

After about a few seconds, Zhou Zhen returned to the torture chamber again, in another form that is difficult to describe.

His movements are no longer blocked by his body, his perspective is no longer limited by space, and the world around him is full of colorful rays, the starting point of the rays is the depths of the universe, disappearing into the depths of the other side of the universe, forming a huge spider web connecting the heavens and the earth, between the spider webs, there are countless particles, the color of the particles he has never seen.

Everything in the torture chamber also turned into particles, black and white particles, and it took him a long time to distinguish the security guards and doctors, their internal organs, the pores on the surface of the skin, and the tiny threads on their clothes, all in the form of microparticles in the same field of vision.

The particles in his field of vision vibrated constantly, and each vibration transmitted certain information, and amazingly, he found that he could distinguish this information, which was light, sound waves, and wind in the air.

These strange sights excited Zhou Zhi, but unfortunately, he couldn't express this excitement, he couldn't even move, and there seemed to be walls on all sides that couldn't be seen or pushed.

The sound waves emitted by the doctor caught his attention.

"At nine o'clock in the morning, the prisoner Zhong Xiaoguang was confirmed dead."

In the field of vision, the doctor lowered his sleeves, and a security guard recorded something on a piece of paper, and then the lights quickly went out, and the wind generated by the air conditioner also stopped, it seems that he was not joking before, and the energy of the torture chamber was indeed deducted from their salary.

Then, Zhou Zhi felt that he was moving, through the corridor leading to the torture room, through the cell where he had lived for a short time, and entered a cold room with ice cubes piled up, and in the middle of the ice were dozens of corpses, and then he suddenly realized that he was also in the corpse, in his own corpse.

"It's supposed to be the morgue."

Zhou Zhen talked to himself, in a way that was not words.

...

The door of the morgue was pushed open, and countless particles came in, and it was Jiro Oshima and Thomas who walked in. Rod.

He saw the parasitic robots inside Jiro Oshima, who were busy adjusting his body temperature to the cold in the morgue.

"Are you sure you want to take the corpse, it's very expensive, three hundred degrees, and I can't get the internal preferential price, the prisoner's corpse is the property of the corporate alliance."

Jiro Oshima said to Thomas.

"Okay."

Thomas still maintained his usual style of few words, and Jiro Oshima sighed: "Your father is also affectionate and righteous, I heard that he also bought him a cemetery outside A21 City?" ”

"Yes, employees after all."

Thomas confirmed, Jiro Oshima took out a form and handed it to him, Thomas filled it out with Zhou's body, and Jiro Oshima asked from the side, "I heard that you have good grades in the Alliance Medical School, and you have participated in several key projects?" ”

"Yes."

Thomas replied with his head buried in his head, and Jiro Oshima nodded approvingly, "Your father wants to arrange for you to be part of the experimental project I lead." ”

"Yes."

"We just need medical professionals to join, please come and have a look if you have time, also in A01, I will send you an email."

"Okay."

Thomas handed the form back to Jiro Oshima and pushed the stretcher bed with Zhou Zhi on it, and Zhou Zhi involuntarily followed them out of the morgue.

...

It was not an easy task to take the corpse out of the city, the long procedure, the hot weather, Zhou Zhi saw his cells gradually die, the blood clotted black, and the microorganisms quickly multiplied.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Thomas loaded the degraded body into the wagon, and Jiro Oshima sent five security guards to escort the carriage and personally escorted him out of the city.

When they parted, Zhou Zhi felt the sonic vibrations of the whispers between Jiro Oshima and the security guard.

"Until the burial, report any anomalies to me immediately."

Thomas was dazed, and Zhou Zhen couldn't remind him, he became more and more aware of his position, and really, as Hayes said, his soul, or consciousness, was being enclosed in a small metal box, and from the inside, the box seemed to have no particle-like entity, just an invisible magnetic field.

The carriage passed through the ruins of the old city, passed by the light of technology, the traces of arson were still clear, the charred bodies of the unemployed were not buried, and a group of wild wolves who were feasting silently hid in the corners of the hall.

Another massacre...

The slaughter of the light of science and technology, for the experiment of Jiro Oshima, in order to solve the energy crisis, the massacre in Moscow, in order to end the war, in order to obtain peace, the countless massacres over the centuries seem to have a great purpose, Zhou Zhi feels very ridiculous, even from the perspective of a dead person, he still can't understand the logic behind this.

Approaching the outskirts of the city, the bushes began to thicken, and the convoy slowed down.

The march became difficult, and everyone was paying attention to the road under the horses' hooves, and the five guards were in a strict queue, one in front of the carriage, one in the back, and two on each side, and after entering the bushes, all five of them gradually rode behind the carriage, following the ruts pressed by the carriage.

Thomas covered his mouth and coughed a few times, as if in response to his coughing, when suddenly there was a burst of gunfire around him, and a dense rain of bullets poured down from above his head, and the guards were all shot dead before they could draw their guns and fight back.

Zhou Zhen had been paying attention to the light of science and technology, and only then did he come back to his senses, and on the heights of the abandoned buildings around him, there were more than a dozen gunmen scattered and ambushed, judging from their clothes and weapons, they were all gangsters.

Thomas didn't even look at them, still unhurried with the carriage.

"Uncle Zhou, don't worry, your own people."

Thomas calmly explained, he knew that Zhou Zhen could hear him, and seemed to know what Zhou Zhen wanted to ask, and then added: "Father asked General Bernard for help. ”

Zhou Zhen was a little surprised, he didn't understand how Hayes turned enemies into friends with Bernard, which was a deep feud from the energy war.

After driving a little further, Thomas stopped the carriage.

"Uncle Zhou, I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he took out a scalpel from under the seat of the car, expertly dissected the abdomen of the corpse, and found the bloody box and pocketed it.

After wiping the blood from his clothes, Thomas walked to the front of the carriage, untied the wheel, drove away one horse, mounted another, and gestured upstairs.

There was a "bang" of gunshots, and a bullet passed through his shoulder blade.

"Alright, the play is enough."

Thomas muttered to himself, his legs clamped between the bareback of the horse, and galloped towards the A21.

Zhou Zhen was surprised, he didn't expect this nerd-like little nephew to be such a ruthless character.

A moment later, in the field of vision behind him, the carriage and his corpse were shattered with a roar.