It's fall.

Looking at the dead leaves that broke free from the branches and fell in the wind, the trajectory of its sliding was irregular lines, fluttering and swirling, and finally it did not get rid of the gravitational traction.

In fact, it should be a death route drawn up by God for him, and it cannot escape this fate that has already been predestined. Even if the wind helped it and let it stay in the air for a few more tenths of a second, it was still in vain, it was already declared dead, and it only survived for a while.

Just like yourself.

Zhou He quietly looked at the dead leaves that were about to fall to the ground, and his eyes were like a pool of silent stagnant water.

It was supposed to fall on the yellowed meadow, but the improvised movement of the wind brought it to a nearby pool.

"In the past."

His throat made a hoarse, metallic grinding sound, the one he had used all his strength to make.

Behind her, the young nurse gently pushed the wheelchair. pressed over the lawn, leaving two wheel marks, and then pressed on the cobblestone path, the wheelchair trembled slightly, and Zhou He, who was sitting on it, frowned, but gritted his teeth, and endured the discomfort caused by tremor after the ulceration of his body.

The nurse moved the wheelchair to the edge of the pool. He tried his best to straighten his back, leaning forward slightly, and his gaze fell on the middle of the pool, fixed on the fallen leaves floating on the water.

Perhaps because of the heat of the afternoon, the fish in the pool did not bother to swim, so that he could see the ripples of the leaves falling into the pool.

Zhou He leaned out hard, wiped the bright green potion, his hands full of rotten pus wounds trembled slightly, grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair, and then looked at the reflection in the pool and was stunned.

It was an emaciated face, sickly grayish-white, obviously less than thirty, but with an old face, and the pupils of the reflection were as lonely as a pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

"Po~"

A small golden fish slowly swam under the dead leaf that had just fallen, and spit out a bubble, which hit the dead leaf as it rose, causing the dead leaf to shake and shake, but the little goldfish startled itself, turned around sharply, and swam away in panic.

The dead leaves, which were supposed to be dead, seemed to have been reborn, floating in the rippling pool. Zhou He's pale face was dyed with a sickly flush, and his eyes were more clear, if the fish did not stop swimming, and the dead leaves did not stop, whether it would prove that he was still alive. Perhaps, the fall of dead leaves is also a kind of rebirth?

"Computer."

Zhou He's voice trembled slightly.

The young nurse calmly took out the folding tablet tablet that was only 0.2 cm thick from the backpack hanging from the armrest of the wheelchair, spread it out, and gently laid it flat on his lap, she felt his eyes refuse her help, although his movements were as difficult as that of an old man who was about to die.

Maybe you want to leave a last word?

She thought.

With a shudder, he swiped the screensaver on his tablet, clicked on one of the emails in his mailbox, and swiped his fingertips to the end. There are two icons.

'Yes' and 'No'.

Zhou He slowly closed his eyes, his heart rolling.

A year ago, he finally made his decision after several successful head replacement surgeries due to neuromuscular atrophy. However, after a year, the patients who have undergone the head replacement surgery begin to die of the disease, and before death, their bodies will gradually stiffen, and their internal organs will gradually fester, and then they will die.

No one does not desire freedom, and no one would want to lose their life.

He understands that he is dying, like those who have died like himself, and death is God's predetermined destiny for him.

If it weren't for the large assets left by his deceased parents, who were able to afford the high cost of surgery and treatment, he might have been able to live for a long time.

Freshman?

Only people who are about to die are so eager to be reborn, and no one understands the desire for life for people like them at this moment.

This is a pathetic and pathetic group of people who yearn for life and freedom.

That email······

Zhou He opened his eyes, staring at what he thought was an incomparably ridiculous email, like extracting the hippocampus from which the brain stores memories, and then injecting it into the brain of a cloned human body······

It's just a joke.

A ridiculous joke written in the hope of someone else's desire to survive, a hateful prank.

Zhou He firmly believes that this is the case.

If it's true, how can the technology of 2023 accomplish this ridiculous and ridiculous human experiment? Even the head replacement operation, which has been so loudly demanded and watched by countless people, has failed, and the memory transplant experiment, which seems even more sci-fi and unknown, and the so-called cloning of the human body, are as unrealistic as the fantasy of a psychopath.

Zhou He thought so, he still had a trace of fantasy, but the reality told him that it was completely impossible.

His cold, stiff fingers clicked, as if too hard, and his whole body began to tremble, and his fingertips clicked on the 'yes' icon.

Satisfy his bad tastes.

Zhou He thought to himself.

"Ding."

The tablet made a soft noise and a page popped up with the text: "The contract has been activated, and we are about to receive all your assets." ”

Immediately after that, a page pops up again, which reads: "In order to ensure the privacy of the contract, the destruction is underway. ”

The screen automatically returned to the mailbox interface, and Zhou He's trembling hand clicked on it again, but there was no trace of the email.

It's just a ridiculous prank.

"Smack."

The tablet slid gently off his lap and fell to the ground.

The young nurse behind him squatted down, picked it up, wiped the dust on it with his sleeve, and silently placed it in his backpack, just looking at the depths of Zhou He's eyes, a flash of sympathy and pity flashed, and he could be regarded as a warm-hearted nurse.

"Maybe it's unwilling."

She thought.

···

The next day, early in the morning.

It was not much dawn, and it was still dyed with the afterglow of the moonlight, and a group of people claiming to be from the special department came to the hospital, and showed valid documents to pick up the sleeping Zhou He, there were no complicated procedures, and the hospital also sent a notice to the nurse on duty just now.

It's rare to sleep so groggy.

Slowly opening his eyes, he thought like this, how long has it been? It was a wonderful accident that I was able to sleep so peacefully last night, and it was so rare.

It's just that he suddenly found that the surrounding environment was extremely unfamiliar, and his eyes suddenly became extraordinarily bright, and the searchlight on the mechanical arm was a little dazzling after it was turned on, which made him subconsciously squint his eyes.

"Awake?"

A very magnetic male voice: "We are about to have a hippocampal extraction operation. ”

Out of the corner of his eye, this should be an operating room, spacious, bright, with a lot of medical machinery and equipment, including those who are busy in an orderly manner.

A flash of horror suddenly flashed in Zhou He's eyes, and he tried to struggle.

How did you end up here?

Where is this?

Surgery?

Hippocampus?

That email yesterday!?

He found himself confined to his body, unable to move his hands and feet, including his neck.

Without giving him a chance to speak, a sharp object pierced his back into his spine, and his brain was in a mess, and he gradually felt that the object in front of him began to blur and ghost, it was a male doctor wearing a white mask and a dust hat, he was observing Zhou He's pupil reaction, his eyes were focused and indifferent.

"Let's get started."

This extremely magnetic male voice gently entered Zhou He's ears, and it was the last word he heard before he fell into darkness completely, as calm and casual as a greeting.