Memories of corpses?

No. 1 never expected that the other party would be ambushed here.

Despicable sneak attack!

The other party is holding the script and talking to himself from beginning to end!

"Is this necessary? Is this necessary?!"

No. 1 jumps to his feet,

"Isn't it over if you just talk to me, is it interesting to talk about everything, I'm a million minutes and a million, wasting time here with you?"

He was dying.

The principal and Sunday looked at each other and smiled.

They're not wasting their time.

For one, the story was so bizarre that even the first time they saw it, it was hard to believe.

The two thought about it and didn't find a loophole in this story, so they wanted No. 1 to take a look.

Second, they want to know the attitude of One.

If Number One directly endorses the story, it means that the story is fake.

No. 1 resolutely opposed, but it shows that there is a high probability that this story is true!

In terms of standing in line, I can always believe in No. 1.

"Wait a minute..."

Sunday suddenly asked,

"Number One, why did you choose to stay in the first place?"

Number One blurted out,

"I'm nostalgic!"

It's certain, it's lying.

The principal sneered,

"You're left behind by these two corpses, aren't you?"

At that time, the master asked everyone to choose to stay, and on Sabbath and Saturday they decided to leave, and the director stayed, and to everyone's surprise, No. 1 also stayed!

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Everything is the same as Number One said, there are no problems.

As for the memories after that, it's a bit boring.

Number One contacts the Resistance in Paradise Lost, contacts Paradise Lost in the Resistance, and contacts all the forces that can be contacted in the Senate....

"This guy..."

The director couldn't bear to look at it directly.

If Ludon is such a guy, he should be killed.

It's a shame.

It was checked twice on Sunday before returning the memory disc to One.

"What now?"

Sunday is not the same as the number one, he has a brain.

After seeing the truth of alienation, Sunday chose to stay away from the master, and got out of the whirlpool again and again to live until now.

No matter how the rebels and Paradise Lost fought, it didn't affect him.

The master left without any intention of taking him with them.

After that, he awakened a specific ability and unlocked the secret of the corpse for the director.

On Sunday, he just wants to continue to mess up, whether it's the master or Luden, and the world fights this kind of thing, leave it to someone else, he just wants to mess up until the finale.

"There's a problem at stake."

The master pointed to the two corpses on the ground,

"Is the person with memories Luden, or is the real Ludon Luden?"

The first game between the real Ludon and the brave new world, all the memories are scattered among the two corpses.

The person who dismantled these memories even broke up the memories specifically, and it took two screens to piece together the memories on Sunday in order to restore the truth.

In other words, neither of these two bodies can be the real Luden, but also possible...

Previously, the director told No. 1 that no one was Ludon and that he was lying to him.

In the first game, although Ludon had the upper hand, it was only a pyrrhic victory.

Brave New World is trapped too much and becomes a hostage to Ludon so that he can negotiate with the other party and exchange hostages.

One of the conditions for the exchange of hostages was Lutdon's own compromise.

Lutdon's lost memories may be more than that.

Each member of Paradise Lost knows how hard they are on themselves.

The real Ludon will only be more ruthless.

He may even have discarded all his memories and become the same being as Clone Luden!

You can't use common sense to judge what this guy will do.

At the very least, the principal believed that by putting himself in that position, he could do something even crazier.

"Let's find a way to get out first."

The director looked around and analyzed carefully,

"Masters, they are the second group of people to go out, this is the second game between Ludon and Brave New World, we are the chess pieces in the game, and we are also the chess players, without our participation, this scene cannot be sung."

If the masters are regarded as the vanguard, the group of directors is the reserve.

When the trumpets of the battlefield sound, they may have a miraculous effect as surprise soldiers.

Thinking of this, the fighting spirit was once again ignited in the old body.

He is the director of the garden, and he vows to protect the director of Paradise Lost.

If the real Ludon is a member of Paradise Lost, then if he is in trouble, the director is in trouble.

….

Sunday asks a pointed question,

"It's okay to enter the game, who can we help?"

"Nonsense, do you need to ask?"

The director scolded,

"Of course whoever wins, we'll help whoever wins!"

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

They know very well that whoever they help, they will win.

Actually, there is another option...

Both of them looked at the sleeping One.

Whoever the number one helps, it's good that they come the other way around.

Number one, that's how it works!

...

I drank the special preparation

Honey Number One is falling asleep, and someone has woken up from his sleep.

Arthur's recent life has been very regular, in good shape, and has even rekindled his desire to create.

For an author, this is a rare thing.

Today, Arthur, who was an early riser, made an appointment with a heavyweight client, who was a knowledgeable historian.

The two met in a conference lecture hall.

As a meeting place, this space is a little too big and too empty.

But both sides were satisfied.

Their knowledge fills those spaces.

After meeting, Arthur and the history professor hit it off at first sight, and they talked happily and hated to see each other late.

In fact, Arthur likes to intersperse some historical knowledge when he is composing, and history professors love and hate this kind of thing.

Some people write history, which can reveal the true side of history and inspire more people to understand history.

Some people are making up nonsense, turning jokes into nonsense, adapting them into nonsense, and finally making a mess all over the place, grinding bare-chested, and turning around in a circle to embarrass people.

Arthur clearly falls into the former category.

The conversation drew to a close, and at parting, Arthur gave the other a gift.

"What is this?"

The history professor looked at the object in front of him and asked curiously,

"Sticky notes?"

No one uses this stuff anymore.

"That's right, it's a sticky note."

Arthur introduced,

"Back then, in the Strange Bird Bookstore in the fog capital, they liked to use this kind of sticky notes, oh, and the pen engraved with the strange bird's pen cap, I came out in a hurry this time, I didn't bring the pen, and I will ask someone to give it to you later."

As Arthur said earlier, prophetic powers are well used.

He wasn't going to give away the power of prophecy for the time being.

However, this did not prevent Arthur from picking a suitable target first.

The note had been sent, and by the time the pen had been delivered, the Prophet would be complete.

The history professor looked at the patterns on the sticky notes and sighed,

"Strictly speaking, the historians of my line can be regarded as the inheritance of the Strange Bird Bookstore, and those who study history will be influenced by them to a greater or lesser extent..."

I have to say that he is very satisfied with Arthur's gift.

After the two said goodbye, Arthur rushed to the next meeting.

This time, his target is a world champion who has won multiple Memory Contests.

This kind of competition is not allowed to carry an external brain, in other words, his memory ability is very terrifying, one out of 10 billion!

"Mr. Arthur, I have long admired my name."

Unlike the history professor, the world champion is a bit reserved, and in their time, the world championship of the memory competition is more like an entertainment title, like Liu Erdan from the next village winning the championship in the handkerchief competition, which is a nature.

….

What age are you still playing traditional memory?

Any external brain can kill his memory in seconds.

The progress of science and technology will always eliminate something.

The human body has limits, there are so many brain cells, and these nerves are all, what new tricks can be tossed?

"I have a question."

Arthur asked sincerely,

"Suppose there are two of you now, one is me and the other is a clone, and I have lost my memory, and the clone has my memory, may I ask, who is you?"

The World Champion frowned and said puzzled,

"This should be a moral issue, according to federal law, I have always been myself, and a clone is a clone, unless I sign the "Cloning Management Regulations", Article 3 stipulates that the clone has the same rights as me, and inherits all my social relations after synchronous memory, and it is regarded as my death, and the clone is me..."

As he spoke, he noticed that he was off topic and began to show off his memory again.

The world champion hurriedly said,

"I didn't sign this agreement, so it's me who lost my memory."

"Okay."

Arthur asked,

"If you start swapping your nerve cells now, swapping you with a clone for a cell, do you think you're still you?"

"This..."

The World Champion frowned,

"It's still a matter of morality and philosophy, Mr. Arthur, one cell is too little for the brain, do you want to say the ship of Theseus? If we continue to push down, this will become the problem of the wheat pile, and as for the problem of the wheat pile, the current mainstream view is.,...."

Like a repeater, he clearly reiterates the prevailing ideas.

Arthur just listened quietly and nodded at the end,

"Okay."

They talked a little more, and Arthur seemed interested in philosophical questions such as the wheat pile problem, the ship of Theseus, and the cave fable.

The World Champion didn't think about these issues, and even if Arthur did, he knew what they were and what the mainstream opinion was, but his own opinion was not at all.

Arthur didn't care about any of that, he talked about it wherever he wanted.

The conversation was spent in a slightly awkward atmosphere.

Until finally, Arthur shook hands with the world champion and said goodbye,

"I hope you have good memories like this in the future."

With that, Arthur turned and left.

The World Champion stood still, looking at Arthur's back, and a ridiculous thought popped into his head.

What did Mr. Arthur just say?

As a World Memory Champion, he... Forgot!

...

Arthur was busy chatting with all kinds of people, collecting creative materials.

Awu was not idle.

He thought that his father's condition was improving, and the crisis was imminent, and once his father was completely cured, he would have to pay for everything he had committed.

And this price, Arthur can't afford it, and neither can the family!

Soon, Ah Wu found that his worries were a little unnecessary.

Dr. Hartman approached him.

To be precise, it was the medical team that stormed the villa and brought Awu under control.

After the other party showed the decree signed by the administrator, Awu chose to cooperate.

Awu underwent a hundred examinations, mainly of the spiritual kind.

….

After the examination, he was allowed to meet with Dr. Hartmann, in his living room.

Awu said dissatisfied,

"Dr. Hartman, I don't know what you're doing, is it necessary to do this?"

He felt that the other party was making a big fuss.

If you feel that you have a health problem, Awu can go to the hospital for examination and treatment on her own, not in this form!

"Of course it is."

Dr. Hartman's face was full of solemnity, and he said in a deep voice,

"It's worse than you think!"

Worst?

Hearing this word, Awu's heart sank, and he blurted out, "My dad's illness has relapsed?"

"That's it."

Hartman sighed,

"Worse, he was cured, but he became a pathogen, and anyone who came into contact with him was infected with this madness, cognitive impairment in reality, split personality, delusional superpowers... Before I came, I received a patient who claimed to be an explorer and could find the most valuable treasures, and last week a priest hanged his fellow with a noose, and I have more than a hundred examples of this."

As he spoke, Dr. Hartman threw a stack of medical records in front of Awu.

Awu's mind went blank, and he felt that things were beyond his comprehension.

Dr. Hartman decided to sum up the situation in simpler words,

"It's a contagious mental illness, and Arthur Edward, patient zero."

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