"The law of the jungle, this is the law of survival in the biological world, and you, a student of biology, should know this better than me." After seeing Fang Xu nodding in agreement, Hao Jian continued, "Although human beings have created civilization, they are still part of the biological world in the final analysis, and they can't escape this law. Civilization is only to make this law a little more subtle and secretive when the resources are relatively abundant. Human rights and equality are just short-lived utopian societies that emerge when all individuals are not very different in ability, and once some of them become strong and stand at the top, both will be buried in the depths of the sea. ”

Fang Xu wanted to refute, Hao Jian's mouth cracked, "Let's think about the prices in the supermarket outside the school in the past year or two." ”

When the experiment was busy, Fang Xu and Mu Zhirong ate in the school cafeteria, or ordered takeout, and on Saturdays and Sundays, they would cook in the house rented by Mu Zhirong. Therefore, Fang Xu still understands the price situation in the supermarket.

In the case of fruits and vegetables, their prices have been rising, but middlemen have been suppressing the prices of fruit farmers. The middlemen make the same money, they used to pound 10,000 catties of fruit, but now they only need 5,000 catties or even less, but they make a lot of money with less money, so why not do people who are lazy by nature. Coupled with some capitalists who secretly manipulate the speculation, the end consumers and fruit farmers will only have a harder and harder time.

Whether these middlemen or capitalists, their abilities have gradually become more distant from the majority, and will only become more and more intensified in the future......

Thinking of this, Fang Xu couldn't even refute himself in his heart, and his face was ugly.

Hao Jian smiled when he saw this, this smile was not aimed at Fang Xu, but at the helplessness of the world when he left, "The technology here is very advanced, and it can be said that it has almost reached the level of the mythical era of human legends on the earth. But..."Hao Jian pointed to the glowing orb above, "The question about Yinxu and the moon has never been solved, and..."

"And what?" Fang Xu was hung up, feeling very uncomfortable, "It's inconvenient to say it again?" ”

"When you get back safely from the theater tomorrow, you'll know what I'm going to say."

"Okay!" Fang Xu left Hao Jian and honestly stood at the back of the queue waiting to sign the agreement. After more than an hour, I don't feel much in front of it, which is no better than on the earth, and no matter how long the boring time with the mobile phone in my hand will be quickly passed away by it.

In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore, Fang Xu called Hao Jian, and relied on his relationship to enter the room where the agreement was signed in advance, and he didn't know how he solved the identity of the stowaway for himself, Fang Xu easily passed the identity review.

The content of the agreement is indeed a lot, on the virtual panel suspended in front of him, Fang Xu has turned at least fifty or sixty pages, according to the standard of electronic storage on the earth, there is at least nearly a trillion contents. The way to sign is very simple, just press the handprint, but Fang Xu has pressed it no less than 30 times.

The remarks of the terms of memory storage mention that the actor's memory must be copied and stored again after entering the set, and the actor's memory must be microprocessed in case of special circumstances. Seeing this, Fang Xu was a little hesitant, but when he thought of Mu Zhirong who was captured by the nightfall, he resolutely pressed his handprint again.

There is not much difference between day and night in the underworld, and the time depends entirely on the shape and color of the glowing orbs.

After resting at Hao Jian's residence for a night, when those glowing orbs turned into curved eyebrows and appeared with a pale silver light again, Hao Jian took Fang Xu and set off towards the theater.

It is said to be a theater, but the area is only a little larger than the square where the agreement was signed yesterday, and it is green all around, which looks a bit like the green cloth used in filming movies on the earth. Hao Jian said that there were thousands of extraterrestrial demons entering the survival competition at one time, plus the underground world and the actors above, at least two or four thousand people participated in the big drama. In such a place, people will rub shoulders as soon as they arrive, how can this play be played?

"Inside is the memory replication center," Hao Jian led Fang Xu to a circular building with half of the wall in the middle, "If you want to microprocess your memory, you have to give it up directly, otherwise the gain outweighs the loss." ”

"But I've already pressed my handprint?"

"If you don't want them, they won't force it, and I will deal with the agreement!"

"Okay!"

After entering inside, looking at everything around him, Fang Xu felt a familiar aura rushing towards him. The place where memories are reproduced is very similar to the special biological research center in the mysterious basement outside the Golden City. However, it still looks a little more advanced than the Special Biological Research Center. At least there aren't that many cumbersome wires on those unknown devices.

After handing over the chip, Fang Xu was taken to a device by a chubby staff member, and when it started, a magical Yimu appeared.

In Fang Xu's mind, the things that had come to him since he remembered were spinning like a fast-forward head of a movie. Even some things that Fang Xu himself had no impression of at all surfaced one by one according to the time he grew up.

"Wait, what's that?" When the picture of watching the thunder fall in Dongshan appeared at the age of six, although it was only for a moment, Fang Xu seemed to see a phantom shadow burrowing into his body.

No longer paying attention to the other images that appeared, Fang Xu tried hard to recall the scene at that time, and sure enough, at the same time that he was so frightened that he sat on the ground, a shadow like fog condensed rushed towards him like lightning from Dongshan and then disappeared into his body.

"After that night, my body started to have problems, could it be the shadow?" Fang Xu wanted to stop the process of copying memories and sort out the things he remembered at this time, but the staff on the side seemed to be indifferent as if they hadn't heard Fang Xu's shouting at all.

Soon, the picture of Fang Xu and Mu Zhirong meeting for the first time appeared. At this time, the phantom appeared again, as if it was about to be pulled away from Fang Xu's body by some force. At this time, Mu Zhirong stretched out her hand and waved a trace of black qi from the phantom, and the phantom returned to Fang Xu's body.

"After meeting Zhirong, my illness was cured, could it be that the black gas in the phantom is doing trouble?" Mu Zhirong had this magical method, and Fang Xu was not surprised at this time.

When he saw Mu Zhirong forcibly leave the phantom that had caused her illness in her body, Fang Xu felt as if her chest was suddenly hit by a cold claw, and then penetrated her skin and directly held her heart and liver, the cold qi and blood instantly rushed to the limbs under the strong pressure, and suddenly the whole body was like falling into an ice cave, and he could no longer feel a trace of warmth.

At this moment, Fang Xu's appearance in Mu Zhirong's life was no longer as fate as he thought before, "She has a purpose." ”

For a moment, Fang Xu had doubts about the relationship between the two, and at this time he didn't have the heart to pay attention to the next picture, "In this world, maybe there is really no innocent love." ”

After arriving at Yinxu, Fang Xu thought that he was dead compared to the earth world. At this time, he himself can be regarded as a human being in two lives, and his heart is much stronger than before, plus from the fact that Mu Zhirong has been born for more than three years, Fang Xu really feels that he has never been cared for and loved. Thinking of Mu Zhirong's clear and moving eyes when she looked at herself, Fang Xu sighed: "There is no uncomplaining love and hate in the world, and there is no perfect love. Be content! ”

Soon, the memory copy was completed, the equipment also stopped, Fang Xu got up to leave, but was told by the staff to microprocess his memory. Thinking of Hao Jian's reminder when he came in, Fang Xu said that he would not participate in the performance, and he was about to leave the equipment when he sat up, and suddenly spit out four straps on the equipment to fix him tightly.

"How do you force it..."

"You actually know about our Ancient Hunting Organization, it's too dangerous..."The fat staff member waved his hand, and another strap appeared, bypassing Fang Xu's mouth and sealing it.