Zhao Pengcheng was confused by the word "organization" for a moment. In his opinion, everything should be for the sake of race, but his comrades are organized when they open and close, giving him the illusion that this is not a race war, but a political struggle.

The base of the rebel group was destroyed, but Mei Yiqiu and several key members fled. Zhao Pengcheng thought that they would not be able to set off any waves, but he did not expect that their resistance would become more and more fierce, and the results would become more and more significant, and this protracted struggle would continue until many years later, when Zhao Pengcheng was already old.

Bi Shenghua was arrested. After carefully studying this woman, the Dream Society believes that it has no parasitic value, and according to the principle of dealing with members of the resistance group, those who cannot successfully parasitize or have no parasitic value will be disposed of like garbage.

Zhao Pengcheng found the imprisoned Bishenghua and asked her to soften. Because parasitism and human beings have a common agreement, as long as the legitimacy of parasitic consciousness is recognized, the right to life can be guaranteed. Bi Shenghua disagreed at first, but as soon as Zhao Pengcheng mentioned Aoki, she stopped talking.

She wanted to go back and take care of the vegetative person.

Zhao Pengcheng didn't know why he wanted to help Bi Shenghua, anyway, he did it. When he didn't understand himself, the organization made a conclusion for him - he had been reversely infected by human beings, unable to get rid of human emotions, and degenerated into a low-level consciousness.

In light of his contributions, the Order did little to address him, other than to retract the decision to give him another dream corridor.

Zhao Pengcheng returned to work in the hospital, of course, not the original hospital, and no longer a surgical saint, but an ordinary anesthesiologist.

A few years later, Yu Jianguo was also released from prison, and it was Zhao Pengcheng who picked him up.

Yu Jianguo didn't expect Zhao Pengcheng to be alive, and he was so excited that he was happier than reducing his sentence by ten years. In fact, he was sentenced to seventeen years, a total of two years minus. When he came out, he was very old.

Zhao Pengcheng helped dredge up the relationship and let Yu Jianguo enter the security department of the hospital, but because he was old and did not understand the new technology developed in recent years, he could only go to see the morgue.

Everything seems to go back to more than a decade ago.

Yu Jianguo finally died in the morgue, very quiet, no one knew, he just covered himself with a white cloth. Zhao Pengcheng sent him to the crematorium, and then took the ashes back to his hometown and scattered them on the mountain. He knew that Uncle Yu had wanted to go home for a long time.

After returning from his hometown, Zhao Pengcheng was recalled by the organization because their great leader, Comrade Ronald Cohen, had passed away.

Of course, Ronald Cohen's consciousness body does not die, it is only the aging body of the human being he parasitizes. Before he died, he chose a new parasite and left his last words: "The woman who walked towards the sun with a golden bottle in her hand, that is my mother." ”

At that time, there were already nearly 20 million parasites in the world. Everyone is waiting for a new leader to be born. Two months later, a baby was found in a small coastal town on the east coast of Argentina, in the Bay of San Mattías. Her mother went to the beach in the early hours of the morning with a golden fish basket to find her husband, and when the sun rose over the eastern horizon, he was born from the woman's belly.

The baby was named Ronald II.

Many years later, as the first batch of heroes to come to Earth, Zhao Pengcheng was summoned by Ronald II, of course, not in some palace or holy mountain, but in a dream. His body had reached its limit, and Ronald II allowed him to freely choose a new human parasite.

At the moment when he was about to say goodbye to this human body named Zhao Pengcheng, he remembered Aoki who was still in the dark corridor of the zero-dimensional dream realm.

So, Zhao Pengcheng went to Liuying Lane again before re-parasitizing.

The appearance of Liuying Lane is much more dilapidated than it was a few decades ago. Since the parasites took power, the government's enthusiasm for the protection of the relics of human civilization has greatly declined.

Zhao Pengcheng walked on crutches on the streets covered with yellow leaves. His legs and feet are not as good as they used to be, and the twenty-minute walk he used to walk in his youth now takes two hours.

Halfway through, a procession marched with slogans reading "No to parasitism, give me back my freedom", and then dispersed under the escort of the military police.

Finally walked to the Ruhua Bar, Zhao Pengcheng held on to the pillar in front of the door and gasped for a long time.

The door he had photographed was gone, and had become a sealed wall, plastered with big-character posters, like the rest of the street.

He slammed the door as hard as he had done last time, and a lot of ash fell on his head. I waited for a long time, but there was no response from the door. He went around to the back door and saw several flower pots on the steps of the doorway, and there were many weeds growing in the pots.

Zhao Pengcheng hesitated, squatted down and moved one of the flower pots. He remembered that twenty years ago, this pot was planted with star beauty.

There was a key under the pot.

The door lock is not broken and can be opened. The room was covered with cobwebs, and the scene in the bar lobby downstairs had not changed, and Zhao Pengcheng glanced at the table where he had eaten that day, where he had fainted after drinking poisonous chicken soup.

There were more dust webs in the stairway, and he used his crutches to pluck them open, and then climbed the stairs with difficulty. Sunlight was streaming in through the windows of the second-floor hallway, the newspapers on the walls were still there, and the rows of benches were covered in dust. Inside is Aoki's studio, where the couplet at the door is blurred and the room is covered in cobwebs. He picked up a magazine on the ground and looked at the date thirteen years ago.

The door to the back room was closed.

Zhao Pengcheng stretched out his hand to push, but was a little hesitant. He didn't know what he would see, an empty room full of dust, or a dried corpse?

The door creaked open.

To Zhao Pengcheng's surprise, there were neither dried corpses nor dust here. It's a clean room, clean like a sterile ward in a hospital.

When Zhao Pengcheng left Liuying Lane, it was already dusk. He put the key back under the pot, and staggered in the afterglow of the setting sun on crutches.

At the end of his life, an explosive piece of news stunned everyone like thunder - a robot named Ghost announced to the world through the Internet:

The Internet has become the new ruler of this world, and mechanical life will take over all the armed forces on Earth within twenty-four hours, whether humans, parasites, or rebel groups, they can only become slaves of the Internet.

Zhao Pengcheng's reparasitism failed.

Ronald II approached him through a dream and said that parasitic consciousness would join the human resistance against the rule of mechanical life. However, at that time, Zhao Pengcheng was already lying on the bed in the hospital morgue and covered himself with a corpse cloth.

The icy feeling made him think he was back in the Absolute Zero Lab that Mei had been looking for.

Instead, he saw an operating table. Not far away, there was a scalpel on the ground, the blade of which glowed a faint red, and it seemed that there was still residual warmth.

The door to the adjacent locker room slammed open, and behind it was supposed to be a cramped room with a wardrobe, benches, and sink. But now that was gone, nothing was left but darkness.

Remembering the sound of tapping and tapping footsteps in the darkness, a man in a trench coat walked out, and a crow was still parked in his messy hair.

"How is it possible" Zhao Pengcheng muttered to himself, and the last remaining bit of mental power also dispersed, and he collapsed in front of the operating table.