When he was sent to the helicopter, Gong Xuan's mind went blank. The scene of his mother pleading with the soldiers behind the muzzle, the scene of his mother falling down after being hit by a bullet, flashed wildly in his memory.

No matter how much the helicopter medical staff asked him questions, he never answered

The eyes are empty, without a hint of color. His mouth was muttering, but he didn't make a sound, and the medical staff didn't know what he was talking about.

The vision gradually dimmed, and the blue sky turned a dull gray for a moment. A vague fog shadow surrounded the line of sight, Gong Xuan looked ahead, and the figure in the driver's seat slowly disappeared.

The body seemed to be in an endless chaos.

Dreaming? His body swayed subconsciously.

It was as if I had stepped on a ball of soft cotton, and I didn't need a little strength. He looked around, a dark gray fog wrapped in his narrow field of vision, and he couldn't see the scene behind the fog.

Where? It was as if a voice sounded in my heart. Where was I?

It's like stepping into an endless labyrinthine world, a strange space that you can never get out of.

The officer in the driver's seat of the helicopter was pushed hard. He suddenly woke up from his sleep. He turned his head to see the anxious look of the medical staff.

"The man is gone!" The medic spoke, his tone full of incredulity.

The officer rubbed his eyes. "Gone?" He suddenly woke up from the haze after his sleep.

Helicopters are that small. Disappear, how is it possible?

"Disappeared, right in front of me, just now," the medical staff was obviously a little flustered, "a person, suddenly disappeared in front of me, and all at once disappeared." ”

The officer immediately stood up from his seat. He turned the entire helicopter cabin around, searching every space where it was possible to hide people.

Empty.

The officer's expression became very strange. It is impossible to find such a big living person unless he jumped from a helicopter, not to mention, there is actually no place to hide in the helicopter.

Pulling the closed hatch will make a large noise, and it is impossible for you and the driver not to notice it, and there is no trace of movement in the hatch at all.

But the survivor who had been brought back from the pile of dead in the square had indeed disappeared. There was no longer him in the helicopter cabin, and I couldn't find him in the cabin.

Is it really as the medical staff say? If he hadn't just undergone an examination, he would have thought that the medical staff was mentally abnormal. He thought about it, turned on the communicator, and reported the situation to his superiors.

My superiors don't think I'm crazy. With that in mind, he sat back in the passenger seat.

The fog dissipated, and Gong Xuan stood in an open space, surrounded by no grass.

No one has been here for a long time. He looked up at the sky. Black clouds covered the area, as if it was late at night, without a single light, but the view around was extremely clear.

In the distance, rows of huge buildings are arranged on the plains. It was like an ancient palace-like building, and he had the impression that it was something that only ancient emperors were qualified to have. In the middle of the endless buildings, a towering minaret surrounds the center. Gong Xuan could vaguely feel that the surrounding buildings, as if they were alive, presented him with a posture of saluting the minaret.

He slowly walked towards the complex.

The shadow in my mind still lingers, looming in my mind.

Soldiers, gunshots, crowds, wailing. Many scenes seem to have left a permanent mark in his heart.

The buildings are in order, and visitors can feel the grandeur and grandeur of the buildings by walking on the paths vacated in between.

Thousands of years ago, humans also built large-scale palaces, which was under the reign of Qin Shi Huang, who was known as the "First Emperor of the Ages" more than 2,000 years ago. The record of Afang Palace in the history books can be said to be equally magnificent and beautiful. A poet said, "Six kings, four seas and one, Shushan Wu, A Fang out." Covering more than 300 miles, isolating the day".

The description in the verse is so similar to the spectacular scene of the present.

He continued to walk, as if guided by some kind of force, and he walked in the direction of the minaret. Time has passed, and his eyes are always numb and colorless, like a puppet pulled by ropes.

Like the walking dead, he reached the bottom of the spire.

Inside was an empty hall, and in the dead air, only the sound of messy steps on the ground could be heard.

A white light reflected from above the center of the hall. There, a staircase emerged. A spacious staircase occupies almost half of the hall.

The stairs are so high that it's hard to see what's on top.

Gong Xuan walked up. Step by step, step upward.

The temperature around him seemed to be slowly decreasing, and he couldn't help but shiver. But it didn't have much effect, almost instinctively, his body still slowly stomped up. He doesn't know what he's doing or what his actions will bring.

It doesn't matter anymore. For him. Now it seems that everything has lost its original meaning.

On tiptoe, step on the final step. It's a platform. Compared to the hall, it is a bit small.

Gong Xuan saw a figure sitting on the seat in the center of the platform.

The square seat exudes a majestic atmosphere.

The figure rests one hand on the other, holding its jaw with it.

The corners of his mouth suddenly opened to a polite smile.

"You're here." He said.

Gong Xuan stood in place and did not move again. He didn't seem to be listening, and just stared blankly at the figure sitting in his seat.

The figure stood up, and the light shone on his face. In the white light, his face looked so pale, without a trace of blood.

"You must hate them." He continued, his eyes fixed on his long, white fingers.

"That took my mother's life, she was so helpless."

"You don't have the power to stop it from happening."

"They think your mother is a damn person."

"What about you? You don't think so. ”

"Why don't you die with your mother?"

"But the damned ones shouldn't be you, but the ones who killed your mother."

"They are so ruthless, and their mother's last plea is obviously so helpless."

"It's not her who is at fault."

The figure slowly walked in front of Gong Xuan. He stretched out his hand and touched Gong Xuan's face. A line of tears unconsciously flowed from Gong Xuan's eyes. He gently wiped away the tears for Gong Xuan.

Gong Xuan's eyes gradually changed, and his angry look began to fill every corner of his face.

The figure smiled, he put his hand off Gong Xuan's face, and stretched out his hand to him again. "So, are you going to join us?"

"We can help you." He laughed, and his body shook with the laughter.

He put his hand over his mouth. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself." He said.

"Hello, this friend, you can call me Shirakawa Xiao." He put his hand down and laughed again. Sounds echoed through the space, like eerie notes tapping on a keyboard. On the plain below the stairs, many black shadows appeared at some point.

They crouched on the ground in the direction where Shirakawa was standing. It is like facing a supreme king, exercising his etiquette as a courtier.

Despite the unprecedented secrecy mechanism used by the coalition government, everyone who has contact with or knows about the events in District 13 has been closely monitored and managed to prevent the leakage of information and lead to corresponding unnecessary consequences. But the rumors slowly spread among the people. After all, it is the disappearance of nearly a million people out of thin air, and the huge population base has led to the complexity of the social relations involved, and the government cannot monitor every corner and every person in the system, so there are still some mistakes.

People are speculating about what happened in District 13. The government's tight lockdown of the 13 districts to prevent anyone from entering, and the vagueness of the response to inquiries from the public, made them suspicious. It is rumored that after the arrival of millions of people in District 13, the government mobilized a large number of troops to enter Area 13 at about the same time, and some eyewitnesses said that government troops carried a large amount of sophisticated equipment. The government simply refuses to respond positively to media inquiries in this regard.

In society, people were panicked for a while.

After the incident, Chen Yuepeng, through the spy organization he planted within the government, immediately learned about the government's handling of the incident in District 13.

He was a little surprised, and his initial intention was to test the reaction of the population by the government to deal with the threats it had investigated. Based on the Confederate government's investigation of Hua Chengyu's personal character, he concluded that as the supreme consul who handled the incident most decisively and boldly in the government, he would inevitably choose the most direct and safest way to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and never suffer in the future. But he didn't expect the coalition government officials to pass Hua Chengyu's seemingly inhuman resolution so quickly; In other words, Hua Chengyu bypassed so many opposing voices so quickly, formulated a detailed plan in a short period of time and implemented it quickly, and his decisiveness and efficiency in handling the incident made Chen Yuepeng once again refresh his understanding of this outstanding leader who has continuously shown his talent for governing since the beginning of his power.

It is not surprising that the coalition government has taken a very protective stance in the aftermath of the incident, because no matter what the people in power may explain, will not accept any of its arguments. Gradually downplaying the incident is the wisest choice. It can be seen that the government has also done a very good job in this regard, and although the information cannot be 100% kept confidential, the scope of the leakage is not very wide, and the content is even more vague, so that the people cannot make a comprehensive analysis and judgment, and it is extremely difficult to achieve this.

It can be seen from the current attitude of the A floor and the entire building to the incident in the 13th district of the coalition government that there is no reasonable and consistent voice and method in the treatment of the infected people, no matter who they stand on, it will hurt the interests of the other party, and the interests of both sides need to be protected by the confederate government and the coalition government.

Under the influence of many factors, Chen Yuepeng finally put aside his original decision to eliminate the infected after a long period of consideration. Although he can exert pressure on officials at all levels through his capacity as president to obtain a vote, at the moment, the direct execution of the infected is not the best option.

He ordered the imposition of total martial law in Area 20, and at the same time secretly transferred the infected people from other districts monitored on the controller to the infected people in Area 20, and mobilized the army to impose a strict blockade on the entire District 20, except for relevant government officials, to enforce the principle of only entering and not leaving, so as to prevent the infected from losing control and surveillance. In this way, even if the "black body" in the infected person's body replaces it, and all the data of their original existence in the system is refreshed, as long as they can't leave the area where they are now, the government can still firmly control these threatened replicas.

In the end, he chose to temporarily wait and see the people who were lurking and copied by the "black body". If the number of infected people is closely monitored and controlled, once they are completely mixed into the human group, it will be another invisible bomb for human beings.

In the case that the choice at both ends did not seem too mature and reasonable, Chen Yuepeng finally carried out a compromise treatment. His idea is that through such control, he can buy time for the progress of human research on "black bodies", and now for human beings, the most urgent thing is time. Even if it is not from the height of all mankind, from the billions of people in the F layer under the control of the Confederate government, every second of time won is crucial.