The book says that when a person's heart is transplanted into another person's body, that person falls in love with all the people loved by the heart's previous owner. Is it true?! It's amazing! ”

Jingshu: "...... Fairy tales, deceitful. ”

"What deceive?"

Jingshu rolled over and yawned.

Feeling out the bikini magazine hidden under the bed, even though she has read it dozens of times, she can still read it with relish.

Lying on the child's mat on his side, supporting his head with one hand and flipping through the magazine with the other, he said with a lazy expression: "Scientific research has proved that a heart transplant into another person's body will have no effect other than potentially saving a person's life." Human thinking is mainly controlled by the brain, and stream of consciousness and the like are generated through the brain. ”

"The so-called 'heart' actually refers to the brain. When I say you don't have a heart, I'm also scolding you for being brainless, stupid. ”

The brunette kid next to him seemed to understand a little, "That's ......"

But he quickly showed a disappointed expression, "In that case, can the brain be transplanted?" ”

Jingshu: "...... The idea...... Awesome, but as far as I know, there is no surgery that can be done, and human medical technology is not so strong. ”

"Isn't the technology in the lab good?" He asked, frowning.

Jing Shu shook his head: "I know where this is, maybe it can or may not be, but these guys can even study mutant people and the like, and they can even use the extracted gene cells to cultivate new life forms, and in a few years, brain transplants can also come out." ”

After hearing this, the child's eyes lit up, and he pounced on Jingshu to press her, and asked excitedly, "Really?!" ”

Jingshu was so pounced by him that he almost hit the foot of the bed, and he was busy pushing the child away: "Emma get up!" I've been eating too much lately, haven't I?! Heavy death! ”

"Eleven! Will there really be such a thing as a brain transplant in the future!? ”

"It's called Jingshu!! Anyway, you get up first! ”

"Eleven, tell me!"

"It's called Jingshu! Why are you so attached to this thing?! ”

The child sat up, obediently stayed by her side, pursed his mouth, and said childishly: "No. 11, after the aptitude test yesterday, I saw No. 29, which was not a serial number, was packed in a bag and sent to the room where the caretaker did not allow us to go. ”

Jing Shu paused, looked at the children next to him, pursed his lips and said, "Oh...... And then what? ”

"I asked Saucer 29 why he was sent away, and Saucer said that all his genes were inactive, all the consciousness in his brain was gone, and he died. It must be sent to the processing room to be cleaned. ”

“……”

Jing Shu didn't answer, waiting for his next step.

"I heard that when a person dies, there is nothing left. Twenty-nine is dead, and I can't see him anymore. UFO says that there is no way to resurrect it yet. But even if they had, they wouldn't use this precious technology on guys with mediocre abilities. ”

“……”

"He's too good." The child complained.

He leaned over to Jingshu again and buried his head in her arms.

"If a brain transplant can really give people back to their previous consciousness, is it possible that Twenty-Nine could be regenerated in another way?"

Jing Shu rubbed his little head, his brown hair was soft and vanilla-like: "...... I don't know, maybe. But even if you have the same consciousness, it doesn't have to be the same person before, what you liked before may not like it anymore, and what you hated before may also start to be interested, after all, there are uncertainties in everything...... Except for mathematics. ”

"No, it won't." The child in his arms suddenly raised his head, and his brown eyes glowed with a determined and stubborn light, "No, No. 11!" ”

Jingshu raised his eyebrows: "What won't?" ”

The child's eyes were burning, and he said with a stubborn expression: "It's my words, even if it's like the eleventh said, everything will change, but there is one thing, I will never change!" ”

"I love Eleven! I'm going to love Eleven forever! No matter how it changes, my face changes, my body changes, but as long as my brain is still my own, I will definitely like Eleven! ”

"That."

"No one can change it!"

*

City C is like a wasteland city at this time.

Most of the high-rise buildings collapsed, burying the surrounding small buildings, roads and vehicles under the rubble.

Smoke billowed into the air, and the dark disgust rendered the blue sky a gray and misty color.

The wind seemed to be howling at this moment, and the mountains in the north could not stop the cold air from the south, blowing the icy and biting wind to the coastal areas, and the air flow from the north also collided with it head-on with unstoppable momentum!

The black trench coat was messy in the wind, and the blue trench coat also made a noise.

The air fell into an endless silence the moment the boy's voice fell, only the northwest and southeast winds collided and swept everything into its madness.

The boy couldn't see the girl's eyes under the sunglasses, but he could clearly sense her anger.

It seems like it's going too far.

She was enraged.

She was angry.

That's great.

The young man in blue smiled happily, those happy feelings came up, he was shot by a bullet in the center before, and the pain he received, he asked the other party to feel it well.

But what the boy didn't expect was that he was only proud for a millisecond, and he was instantly swallowed up by the sadness and sadness of the crazy cannibalization like a black hole!

He noticed.

- She seems to be really angry.

She bit her lower lip angrily.

Her hands were shaking with anger.

She's angry—

Before he had time to react-

He had already rushed in front of him and pierced his heart with a knife!

- so it hurts even more.

It hurts so much that there are no superfluous words to describe it.

Because she killed herself.

*

The regenerative viability of the second generation has been enhanced even more in the first generation.

The heart is an important part, but it is no longer a vital point, even if it is pierced, it will not die, only part of the combat ability will be lost.

So, to kill him completely, you have to cut off your head.

Jing Shu's hand seemed to be in the ice and snow.

In fact, the temperature at this time is low in the snow!

Her trembling fingers seemed to have difficulty moving.

was aroused by the young man's words and aroused unquenchable anger.

The pain and self-reproach that had been suppressed in my heart all came like a volcano erupting after hearing his vengeful words!

- She has been feeling guilty and regretful.

That night, that seaside.

As soon as I got the speedboat, I didn't wait for the child's figure, but I only heard the weak and unwilling goodbye voice in the miniature communicator.

"Goodbye, Eleven."

"Goodbye, Jingshu."

Accompanied by monstrous fires and explosions like landslides and tsunamis!

The sea of fire engulfed everything, like magma transiting, slaughtering living beings, and enveloping her forever in the night filled with magma flames.

Jingshu did not shed tears.

She stood by the sea, her dark pupils red from the firelight.

It seemed that there were words that wanted to come out of his throat, but at that moment he seemed to lose his voice again.

Nothing came out.

Not even choked.

Like a wax figure, quietly watching this tragic and sad scene.

She thought that if she had chosen to go up and knock No. 14 to the ground with one punch, and then carry No. 13 on her back and follow Ling Qi and them to the dock to wait for No. 12, would everything be different?

But.

There are no ifs.

So, who is to blame for the death of the twelfth?

Even if Fourteen hadn't said that to lure the hunters away, would he really have left the Experimental Island?

Not necessarily.

Because from the very beginning, she didn't think about leaving.

Willing to run this part of the road is only what the twelfth wants.

When we get him to the docks, it's time to say goodbye.

But she didn't expect it.

He'll be back.

will say goodbye to her in such a tragic way.

*

The long knife drawn from the heart slashed at the young man's neck again, cutting off the head, and also announcing the end of the second generation.

The heart was pierced, and the blood flowed, as if intertwined with the blue trench coat in a purple halo.

Even if he lost some of his combat ability, he could still dodge Jingshu's knife!

The blood in his chest gushes out like a spring, and his powerful regenerative ability begins to show the moment the knife is drawn!

The gap in his heart healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the boy turned sideways to avoid the attack of the long knife! Leap backwards and distance yourself from Jingshu!

The bullets shot from her fingers were all shattered by the girl wielding a long knife!

For a moment, he recalled what the flying saucer had said before-

An all-around warrior in both ranged and melee combat.

- just burned out of the brain.

There was a crack in the palm of her hand, and the rocket artillery was aimed at the oncoming Jingshu, and as soon as the shot passed, she kept splitting, and she would definitely dodge!

The brain had predicted the trajectory she might dodge, and the other hand was already aiming at it!

She is only thinking about attacking at the moment, without the slightest defense, the boy knows that she must not be able to dodge his attack, and at the same time launches two rocket launchers, Jingshu will definitely be affected by the explosion!

At that time, it was his chance to fight back!

*

There was a muffled thunder in the distant sky.

Shrouded the world in a haze.

The smell of gunpowder seems to have become as ubiquitous as oxygen.

Pungent.

Unpleasant.

It makes people feel sick and want to vomit.

It seems that the amnestic cleaning equipment needs to be improved.

This thing is too useless.

The fragments in his mind were intermittent, as fast as a marquee, but they were so memorable.

He has an indescribable jealousy of a generation, and the memory of repeated screenings is like a bystander watching the people in the play.

He couldn't get in.

If only those things were truly their own.

Why don't you feel the same way but not really have those memories?

In a trance, I remembered that maybe this is what Eleven said when he rubbed the hair of the generation.

- Even with the same consciousness, the same face and body.

- He won't be the same person again.

But what to do?

Love number eleven.

Only like Eleven.

It will never change.

That's why I'm angry and jealous.

He loves Number Eleven.

It's just a few sides, and there is only struggle in just getting along, but it's just liking, as if it is engraved on the brain.

It's the same as a generation promised.

Always loved.