"Passengers, please note that you have arrived at the first floor of the space. Please check your belongings and get off the train in an orderly manner. Thank you for taking this train and look forward to seeing you next time..."
As the shuttle gradually slowed down, the passengers on the car finally arrived at their destination.
Zhang Heng waited until the carriage module was removed and placed in the arrival area, then unfastened his seat belt and walked out of the station with the flow of people.
He noticed that the atmosphere on the first floor was very different from when he came last night. Although he still looked groggy, there were many more riot police on the street, which was almost anarchic now. One-story spaces are still quite rare.
The appearance of these police officers was obviously related to the fight between Zhang Heng and those gangsters.
After all, dozens of people have died, and it is a big deal on any floor, but it seems that Miss F's promise to help Zhang Heng solve this matter is not a lie, at least after Zhang Heng, the party involved, the anti-riot The police didn't respond, just watched him walk past.
Zhang Heng walked to the meeting place.
It was a community, but unlike the community on the third floor, the only access control system was broken, and there were no cameras installed. Zhang Heng took the elevator directly to the 22nd floor and knocked on the door of room 2204.
After a while, the electronic lock on the door opened, and Miss F's voice came from inside, "Come in, and close the door."
"En." Zhang Heng walked into the room after hearing the words.
Different from what he imagined, this is not a secret base on the second floor of a movie theater, but a real residence. Although the furniture and furnishings here are not as good as Xu Qian's apartment, no matter the hangings on the wall , or the various furnishings in the house all show that there are indeed people living here.
In addition, Zhang Heng also saw a little girl on the carpet in the living room, about three or four years old, very cute, playing with a toy duck there.
Zhang Heng tried to say hello to the little girl, but the girl just looked up at him, didn't speak, and went to play with his duck again.
And Zhang Heng sat down on the sofa opposite her, and about five minutes later, Miss F's voice came from the kitchen again, "Help me clear the table."
"Okay." Zhang Heng got up and cleaned up the books and papers on the dining table beside him.
Afterwards, Ms. F also came over with two plates of fried vegetables.
"I usually only eat vegetarian at night, but I know you're coming, so tonight I'll fry up an extra plate of shredded pork with green peppers for you. It's in the kitchen, and you can bring it out."
"Thank you." Zhang Heng said, and then glanced at the little girl on the carpet, "She belongs to you and Mr. G..."
"No, she's just a child of a friend of mine, and she's temporarily placed here with me," Miss F said, "Her mother will get off work soon, so she will be picked up."
"Oh." Zhang Heng then walked into the kitchen and took out the plate of shredded pork with green peppers and the two bowls of rice on the side.
On the other side, Miss F also filled the porridge, took the chopsticks and spoons, and asked the little girl on the carpet to play in the next room.
After the two sat down at the table, Zhang Heng handed the gift he just bought to Miss F who was opposite, and at the same time thanked him, "I didn't expect you to let me come to your house."
"Why do you say that?" Miss F took the gift and found that it was a box of chocolates. When she saw the brand of the chocolates, the hand that opened the box obviously paused.
"Because once I return to the security company, this memory is likely to be seen and cause you trouble." Zhang Heng said, "Thank you for showing me the movie, the part about the surreal society in it is impressive Profound, oh, and that hamster you gave me, I didn't figure out what it meant until I got home."
"It's impossible," Miss F frowned, "doubting the existence of oneself is never an easy thing, even the best philosophers can't realize their identity so quickly, let alone you accept it so quickly , it seems that there is not even the slightest doubt at all."
"Uh, it's probably because I happen to be thinking about who I am recently." Zhang Heng said.
"Do you have an answer now?"
"No, but at least I already know I'm a clone."
"Well, because of the existence of memory encoders, the memories possessed by clones are all forged," Ms. F picked up a vegetable for Zhang Heng with chopsticks, "You need a little time to get used to your new identity and think about who you are. Who, why live, how do you want to live."
"You're right, but before that, I have one more important thing to do," Zhang Heng said while pointing to his head, "I have to take out the locator under the cerebral cortex. "
"Is this why you came to me?" Miss F seemed a little curious, "How do you know I can help you?"
"Because I know who you are." Zhang Hengdao, "If there is one person in this world who can solve the troubles I encountered, it is you. You have encountered the same thing as me, and the outside world thinks you are dead. Yes, but you are still sitting across from me, I just don't know if I should continue to call you Miss F, or should I call you Tang?"
Miss F's pupils shrank suddenly when she heard this, but soon returned to normal. If Zhang Heng hadn't been looking into her eyes, she wouldn't even have been able to catch her fleeting emotional change.
Then I heard Ms. F calmly say, "Tang is dead, or to be more precise, she never existed at all. She is just an idol symbol created to meet the entertainment needs of the public. She has no relatives, no friends, no My own thoughts, nor any precious memories that really belong to her, are just... empty, beautiful toys."
"But now you have it," Zhang Heng said, "I came to you for no other purpose, but to know how you took the locator out of your head back then?"
"Sorry, I can't help you take out the locator." Miss F shook her head.
"Huh?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
"Because I was saved by someone back then, and you have seen the person who saved me."
"Mr. G?"
"Yes, so if you want to take out the locator in your head, you can only ask him for help. As far as I know, he is also the only person in New Shanghai 0297 who can take out the locator from your head."
"Then what price will I have to pay... Wait, is the reason why you want to marry him one of the conditions for him to help you?"
"You misunderstood me. The only reason I wanted to marry him was because I wanted to marry him. Mr. G didn't force me, otherwise we wouldn't have dragged our engagement until now." Miss F stroked the engagement ring on her hand He said lightly, "But you have to know that even if it is him, the risk of helping you is very high. He may indeed make some demands on you, but don't worry, I will help you talk."