Chapter 175: The Virus of Memory

There is a wonderful space under the film box, the spherical screen 360 degrees wraps a full 100 square meters of space, the highest point is more than 30 meters, this is the beloved screening hall of Master Hyde, I am afraid that in the entire upper city, there is no second person who will have such leisure and financial resources.

At this moment, the screening hall was full of light, and Leon deliberately found an old film called "Starry Night" to screen, a three-dimensional image with a strong sense of reality, turning the entire underground screening hall into a vast universe.

In the center of the universe, there are four people seated, they are Sivir, Firebird, Leon, and Daigo. The four people have their arms together, their eyes are confused, and they are in the illusion created by Daigo, if you have to define their state at the moment, the era of the falling moon is called "Dream Magic Fantasy", and the name of the old era is "hypnosis", if you push it further, humans used to call this ritual "sΓ©ance".

In the illusion, Leon and Firebird are outsiders, and what they see is what happened to Sivir in the era she speaks, which is just a memory, but it is interpreted into a real picture under Daigo's ability, and it comes to life.

Leon and Firebird are observers who can communicate freely, of course, through brain waves, and language will disrupt the reality of the illusion and reduce the sensitivity of the senses, but the purpose of their trip is to observe in detail in order to find out the truth about Sivir's "time travel". And the black forehead refuses to participate in their operation, which makes Leon even more determined to expose this lie, and he wants to save the black forehead too much.

Not long after entering the illusion, they had already entered the military city with Sivir, and it seems that according to the records of 1097, Sivir was not the only one brought by the time travel machine, so she finally became a private after successfully passing the audit.

It is worth mentioning that this is an era of everyone as a soldier, there are no civilians, there are no weak people, because they are all dead.

All soldiers live in an area known as the Insulated City, there is no city gate and any redundant defense system, the city wall is just an electronic biological barrier hidden under the surface, all species with slightly deranged genetic sequences are insurmountable, and even humans with too many diseased cells will be directly wiped out at the edge of the barrier into a wisp of fly ash. The entire insulated city covers an area of more than 6,000 square kilometers, and is one of the many positions that humans have retreated to, and after stepping out of the biological wall, they can only retreat into the isolation chamber, which is almost the same as the current reserved area.

Leon hung in front of a transparent glass window and looked at Sivir indoors, she was 30 years old, had been here for 8 years, had no friends, was a vegetarian, had a plump body, her long silver hair had been coiled up, and she was a colonel. This day seems to be an important memory point, and the interpretation is particularly detailed and long, compared to the previous images, it is as different as fast food and feast.

But Leon still saw a large blank space, such as the picture on the cabinet was blurred, such as the news being broadcast on the wall, which was silent,

"Why are there so many memory gaps?" Leon asked the Firebird, "Do you think this is suspicious?"

"These blanks are all things she ignores, and they have no prominent place in her memory, just like suddenly asking you what you had for lunch four days ago, I'm afraid it's hard for you to remember, the number of blanks she has at the moment is less than half, which is normal" Firebird stared at everything in front of her very seriously, as the ace spy of the Left Ear family, her profound knowledge often surprised Leon.

Sivir seriously wore a cyan officer's uniform in front of the mirror, and rarely wore a row of medals on his chest, Leon raised his eyebrows, this is the most solemn jewelry in the army, she must be going to participate in some important event today.

The next scene was a rather special venue, where many high-ranking officers were waiting to welcome a big man. Then Leon saw a light curtain in mid-air that read: Welcome to the Asian region's advisor, Marshal K.

A mature version of Leon was standing on the podium, he looked more like Leon's father than himself, about 35 years old, while his actual age seemed to be older, not because of wrinkles, but because of the eyes. His gaze was wise, his demeanor was solemn, and his whole body exuded the majesty of a superior person.

Leon was stunned, his mind blank, what was the situation? How could he be the marshal of the Asian region? This guy who looked like the grandson of Tuolan would be himself more than ten years later?

But the firebird smiled wickedly,

"I don't know what the basis for this arrangement is, but what is certain is that you definitely have some mysterious connection with someone in Asia."

The firebird was still analyzing, and Sivir had already been called out by name, and walked quickly to the stage, without too much introduction and explanation, the Marshal K pulled Sivir into his arms and kissed it abruptly, stiff and indifferent.

"It's not me," Leon said through gritted teeth, "what the hell did the bastard make such a monster out and pretend to be me!"

The firebird is silent, Leon's self-denial cannot be a clue, who knows what he will be like in a few years?

Subsequently, in Sivir's memory, she began to live with K, smiling, communicating, and even vaguely in love, although the whole process was actually only Sivir's wishful thinking, and K was more like a strict chief, harsh and rigorous, and his treatment of their sexuality was extremely vague and perfunctory, and it seemed that there was always a busy battle waiting for K. But even so, in Sivir's world, there is almost only K left.

"Look, this is it, it's a bug" Firebird suddenly screamed excitedly, "Presumably this loophole can't be filled anyway"

Leon also suddenly notices that in Sivir's memory, K does not have a tattoo on his body.

"Hey, hey," Leon suddenly chuckled, "That's Lockdorge's fucking inspiration, I'm afraid no one could have thought of it, hahaha......"

"But that's not enough to tell the story, if it's any way to get rid of the tattoo later?" said Firebird again suddenly dejected.

Time advanced about two years later, and another important memory point appeared, Sivir was promoted to colonel and given review access to an A-class file, and when K handed the crystal card to Sivir, he told her to stay calm no matter what amazing secrets she saw.

In this process, Leon can clearly feel that Sivir's mentality has changed a lot, her blank spots are becoming less and less, her care is more detailed, and she is a good wife.

It didn't take long for Leon and Firebird to follow in Sivir's footsteps and enter the deepest underground structure of the Insulated City, the hub of the entire war, where most of the research and classified archives were housed.

Standing in the descending staircase, Leon looked around, secretly surprised in his heart,

"Do you see that?" he asked the Firebird,

"Are you trying to say that this is really the Lower City?" the Firebird looked at the glittering passage walls, this material was a bit like the time travel machine that had been plunged into the ground, the silver-white smooth surface faintly reflected the figure of Sivir, but the height and depth of those passages made people feel very familiar, whether it was the energy ladder shuttling up and down, or the ring-shaped radial channel, it seemed to be the current lower city in the Xilu District.

After walking down the stairs for a long time, until they reached the lowest level, Sivir quickly walked into a passage full of green light, her task was to search for time clues in the A-class files, as a person who came through time, this is her specialty, that is, extremely familiar with a certain period of history.

However, the so-called A-class archives are not what Leon expected, they are not ancient books and classics, nor are they light energy memories, but a spherical warehouse, neatly arranged in the large underground archives, like giant bird eggs waiting to hatch.

"Isn't this the spherical warehouse we went into? It turns out that the long series of warehouses can be divided independently!"

Leon suddenly understood why Sivir was particularly interested in this part of the archive, and it seemed that it was this kind of thing that "brought" them.

And a few dozen seconds later, Leon understood another reason for Sivir's interest, and in one of the "eggs" he saw the black forehead. If this were the true flow of time, he had been asleep in this spherical chamber for ten years. Leon looked at the black forehead curled up in a ball, with his eyes closed but frowning slightly, and his heart was faintly distressed, he seemed to be thinner, the nutrition tubes attached to his body were like spider webs binding him, and he was like a prey caught by a spider. At the same time, he noticed that the spherical chamber where the black forehead was located was marked with yellow-black stripes of warning.

"Finally discovered" Firebird said suddenly, she was looking at the other spherical compartments, Leon leaned over and found that there was a blank inside,

"What did you find?" Leon was a little puzzled,

"BUG, real vulnerability!Sivir has more blank space here than normal, such an important A-class file, she can't remember anything except the black forehead" Firebird said with certainty, and Leon quickly looked at the dozens of "eggs" around him, and finally confirmed this conclusion:

"It's a pseudo-memory, and while it's close to perfect, it's not complete enough."

"Who made it up and put it in her head?" and for what purpose?" muttered the Firebird to herself,

"I guess I still need to go into the memory of the black forehead to observe" Leon looked at the blank spherical warehouse, and the thought of convincing the stubborn guy suddenly felt quite stressed.

"Maybe not" Firebird stared at Sivir's movements, she obviously wanted to wake up the black forehead and take it away, in the next ten minutes, this awakening process was recorded very carefully, and even the recipes of various potions were clearly displayed on the light ball of the operating instrument.

"Perhaps, these details are the purpose," Leon muttered as he stared intently at the formula on the ball of light.

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PS: Actually, the truth of many things is not what we remember, for example, when I pass by my alma mater one day, I will find that the playground is so small, but in my memory, it is so big...