There was no one in the top room.

The room is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, and the interior furnishings are simple, with a few wooden boxes stacked in the corners, and two iron tables fixed to the ground, and the furnishings on the tables are also dirty.

On one of the iron tables, there are amplifiers, mixers and other amplification equipment, connected to the tweeters on the surveillance tower, and where the microphone should be placed is a strange box, the box is the size of a military lunch box, the top is a layer of transparent glass, the rest is plastic, and there are two small orange lights on the front that keep flashing.

On another iron table is an old-fashioned computer mainframe and dozens of ceiling-high monitors with real-time footage from surveillance cameras, including every farmland, every warehouse, and every dormitory on the plantation.

Neither of these devices is common in a world of energy crises, and with the searchlights downstairs and cameras all over the plantations, the energy consumption in a day is higher than that of a gangster barracks that use geothermal energy, and the importance that the corporate alliance attaches to this place is evident.

Zhou Zhi's goal was the amplification equipment, but before that, he decided to look for food first, otherwise he would not have the strength to escape even if the plan was successful.

He stuck his pistol at his waist and rummaged through the wooden box in the corner.

These wooden boxes contain some old personal belongings, two boxes stacked with clothes, both men and women, thick and thin, and a few baby and children's clothes, all cut and sewn, no 3D printed free goods.

There are books in the other box, most of them are professional books on biological science and gene technology, and there is a thick notebook inserted in the middle of the book, Zhou Zhen picked it up and looked at it, the pages have been yellowed and brittle, and the written text is not Chinese characters, nor Esperanto, but some kind of phonics that he can't understand.

On the title page of the notebook is a color photograph of a family of three, all Asian, not anything special, taken at the plantation gate.

Zhou Zhen put the notebook back in the box and began to continue looking for food.

The fourth box, all kinds of boys and girls' shoes, the fifth box, children's toys, until the last box was opened, Zhou Zhi's eyes finally lit up, and the box was stuffed with cans and biscuits.

Zhou Zhen pulled out a hunting knife and pried open a canned yellow peach to devour.

After emptying the can, he reached out for the biscuits again, but as soon as he pinched the bag, the biscuits inside immediately shattered into powder, Zhou Zhi's heart tightened, and he looked at the information printed on the bag.

Production date: March 21, 2170, shelf life: 12 months.

It's been almost thirty years since it expired...

Looking at the cans again, they are also antiques produced at about the same time, with a slightly longer shelf life, three years.

Zhou Zhen weighed it and felt that it was more important to fill his stomach and save his life, and problems such as gastroenteritis could be considered after escaping, so he opened a can of luncheon meat, the meat was a little stinky, but it was still more delicious than Cheng Xu's charred barbecue.

Two cans of canned food were down, and his stomach was seventy or eighty percent full, and he took out a pair of men's sneakers from the shoe box and put them on, about a size smaller, barely able to squeeze in.

He stood up, pulled out his voice recorder, and walked over to the amplification device.

At this time, the box on the iron table suddenly emitted a sizzling electric sound, and then, a very vague hologram was projected above the box, the image was a man, angrily pointing at Zhou Zhen and scolding, but the sound was always a harsh noise.

Zhou Zhen was baffled by this change, walked over and took a look at the box, the man's projection was placed horizontally, and his head went out of the window, but this time the voice was clear.

"Just this angle, just this angle, don't move anymore, this damn projection equipment is probably in the fucking dust."

The influence is obviously that he is usually arrogant, and he gives orders to Zhou Zhen at an inopportune time.

"What's your situation?"

Zhou Zhen asked, holding the box.

"I'm going to ask you what the fuck is going on, running into my plantation and rummaging through my luggage."

The man's image roared, and the box buzzed with sound waves.

"I'll do you a favor as an excuse to apologize

Zhou Zhen pulled up the hem of the T-shirt, wiped the dust on the surface of the box, shook the dust inside, and put the box back on the table.

The man finally stood up clearly, but his anger did not diminish in the slightest: "Don't think I'm going to thank you, I've scanned you, you're a gang of dogs without an ID chip." ”

Zhou Zhen was upset by the scolding and wanted to turn off the projection, but there was no shutdown button on the box, and there was no power cord plugged in, so he simply ignored the swearing of the image, and walked to the amplifier to study it.

"You don't exist for me, don't you, you gang of dogs, don't you know you're going to die?"

The video finds itself ignored and raises the volume again.

"I don't know..."

Zhou Zhen replied angrily, turned on the switch of the power amplifier, but just withdrew his hand, snapped, and the power amplifier automatically turned off again, it seems that the image can remotely control these devices.

The image slapped Zhou Qian, but Zhou Zhen didn't feel it at all, and the image yelled angrily: "Don't touch my things, I don't like dead people touching my things." ”

Zhou Zhi looked at him angrily and funny: "In my opinion, you are more like a dead man, Mr. Image." ”

The image clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "You don't know that you are dying, you have been injected with ten milligrams of P-type ricin just now." ”

Ricin? Zhou Zhi's face instantly turned pale, he had heard of the notoriety of ricin, this highly toxic substance is a toxic protein extracted from castor beans, colorless, odorless and easily soluble in water, two to three times more toxic than cobra venom, poisoned people often appear vomiting and fever after several hours, and die of organ failure or respiratory paralysis three to five days later.

Thinking of the castor field that I just passed, the clear liquid in the syringe should not be a bluff.

"That's right, that's right! That's what I wanted, and I let you in just to see it! ”

The image laughs triumphantly.

This laughter calmed Zhou Zhen down, and for a person who has experienced death, the fear of death is no longer difficult to overcome.

Besides, Zhou Zhen was saved by Maya Box once, and it was only three days from A21 to A28, so if he was lucky, maybe Thomas could save him again.

Now the important thing is to grab the food plan, after gathering his mind, he captured a new opportunity, so he pretended to hold on to the table and sighed, secretly picked up the recorder, turned on the record button, and began to time in his heart.

"I'm a dead anyway, do I have the right to know who is dying?"

Zhou Zhi asked dejectedly.

"I was going to tell you, I'm the boss of Shennong Group, Jiang Xuanyuan."

This name Zhou Zhen is very familiar, he remembered the task of assassinating Jiro Oshima, in the headquarters building of the Shennong Group, there is a pair of Chinese calligraphy with parentheses, signed Jiang Xuanyuan.

"Jiu Yang, if you die in the hands of Boss Jiang, I am also honored."

Zhou Zhen smiled bitterly.

The image is very flattering, and points to the plastic box under his feet even more proudly:

"To be precise, I am Jiang Xuanyuan's AI replica, thirty years ago, I collected my own thinking and behavior data, and created these AI replicas, each replica can independently manage an area, with a built-in wireless power supply receiver, powered by the independent power plant of Shennong Group, even if I unfortunately die, these AI replicas can continue to implement my great strategic ideas."

Zhou Zhen shuddered, there is no shortage of careerists in history who want to continue their careers to thousands of generations, most of them have brought great disasters to mankind, and it seems that Jiang Xuanyuan is also one of them.

He sighed and nodded, "So I died at the hands of an AI?" ”

The AI clone's mood was capricious, and Zhou Qian's question angered him again: "You seem to be fucking unhappy, my Jiang Xuanyuan's AI clone is also worth tens of thousands of times more than your dog's life!" ”

Without waiting for Zhou Zhen to answer, he stretched out his palm to the window and made a gesture of pointing at the country.

"Don't talk about you gangsters, in this whole plantation, whoever I call to die has to die, each of these people is the same as you, they have been injected with P-type ricin, this is my great invention, it integrates toxicity suppression drugs and remote control nanochips in chronic poison, as long as someone opposes me, I will immediately make the toxicity suppression drugs ineffective."

The AI clone gestured as he spoke, wiping his neck.

"At that time, I want you to die soon, you will die soon, and if I want to torture you slowly, I will let you die a few days later."

Zhou Zhen saw that the AI opened the chatterbox, so he hurried up and asked, "What's the matter with the sentry?" Why did he commit suicide? ”

The AI replicator does not hide either: "This is my greatest invention, the antimatter drug in the whole nutritious food, combined with the remote control nanochip in ricin, is enough for me to control human consciousness and memory." ”

The AI's answer confirmed Carl's guess.

"So the Age of Abundance is just a front for you to control humanity?" Zhou asked.

The AI retorted angrily: "Fart, the age of abundance is my greatest invention, I gave you a life without food and clothing, and you deserve to be completely obedient to me." ”

After that, he raised his hand to stop the conversation: "That's all for today, your ignorant brain should no longer be able to hold more knowledge, you are a good listener, as a reward, I will give you a good pleasure." ”

Zhou Zhen waved his hand again and again with fear on his face: "Wait, wait a minute, great man, let me ask one last question." ”

"Huh? Go ahead. ”

The AI clones are obviously happy to see Zhou quality subdued, and the strong often want the weak to die obediently.

"That, the box from thirty years ago, shouldn't be bulletproof?"