"I really don't know what password my dad left."
"How about you think about it again?"
"No need, I have a very good memory. I started thinking seriously about it when I was a few years old, and I haven't forgotten anything until now."
"Maybe it's your birthday? Or your mother's birthday?"
"Let's talk about it when we get to Eden."
The two discussed it and decided to go to Eden after the matter in Central City was over.
Let's see what Xia Zheng left for his daughter.
The last thing in Central City is Wuya.
Lu Wen has been thinking about how to guide Wuya to believe that he is just an android.
If the video that Yin Long left for Lu Wen was directly transmitted to it, Wuya would definitely not be able to accept it and would collapse directly.
The time is 7 p.m.
Summer evening.
The pale golden sunset shines on the pale yellow and pale pink city walls.
A car slowly drove up the dilapidated street.
Wuya was wearing a black robe and had a slim figure. He walked into the store step by step, and his black shadow stretched long on the street.
"Squeak..."
He pushed open the dilapidated door of the hotel.
Dull footsteps sounded in the hall.
The heavy soles came into contact with the broken glass, leaving shallow marks on the faded red floor.
The setting sun shone in through the empty window frames.
The tables and chairs facing the street were half covered by the brilliant light.
He sat opposite Lu Wen.
Half of the body sat in the sunlight, rendering it a faint golden color.
The other half of the body is still covered by a black robe.
A strand of black hair fell in golden glory.
His slightly narrow eyes looked at Lu Wen, with a sense of scrutiny in his eyes. He wanted to take a serious look at this person favored by the second god.
Before he could speak, Lu Wen said: "Your name is not bad. It is said in "Zhuangzi" that my life has a limit, but my knowledge also has no limit. In a place like Central City with abnormal education, few people know this sentence. In other words, your employer at the time should be a cultural person.”
Wu Ya was silent for a moment, as if he wanted to understand every word Lu Wen said. He was not unusual like the last time they met. He looked very calm and said seriously: "He is indeed a cultural man, but he has no power to dominate me. "
"So you killed him?"
"What about you? Didn't you kill your employer?"
"She's still alive and well."
"You should kill her."
The fragile light and shadow slowly disappeared on the table.
The sun in the sky has begun to sink below the horizon.
Xia Chuluo leaned against the front desk and did not interfere in the exchange between the two.
She was thinking about the code about her father.
Lu Wen put his two hands on the table, intertwined his fingers, and the last rays of the sunset were reflected in his right eye. He said lightly: "How did you feel when you first turned on the phone?"
Wu Ya frowned.
He knew that Lu Wen was setting a language trap for him, inducing him to think in another direction.
But he insisted on his belief that there are gods in this world. It was this belief that allowed him to persevere in his nine years of living in another world.
So he was fearless and replied in a deep voice: "Of course I am happy. The gods have given me a second life. I came to this world with an unprecedented mission."
"Are you sure?" Lu Wen asked calmly.
"Of course, as you can see, I was a teacher in my last life, teaching students. I think this is why the gods like me. He wants me to teach the people of this city and make everyone become his believers. "
Wuya stared at Lu Wen with a solemn gaze. He wanted to take back the initiative of the topic, so he asked, "How long have you turned on the phone?"
Lu Wen looked at the memory chip and replied, "Almost two months."
"Did you see it? This is the instruction of the gods!" Wuya said firmly: "The gods think that I can't survive alone in this world, so they sent you to help me to save the world!"
His expression was calm, but his tone gradually fluctuated.
There seems to be something magical about this deep voice.
One can't help but follow his thoughts.
But Lu Wen naturally didn't accept this and asked calmly: "What if I say that we are not the only ones who have memories of the previous life?"
Wu Ya was startled, and then his eyes became hot and he said, "Have you seen other people favored by gods?"
Lu Wen did not answer directly.
This question is just to arouse Wuya's desire and make the android in front of him give up the initiative of the topic.
"Can you recall everything from your last life now?" Lu Wen asked flatly.
"Of course, this is the last life that is unique to us God-favoured people. How could I not be able to recall it!" Wu Ya replied.
"Don't you think those memories are too clear?" Lu Wen asked again.
"Really? You..."
Wu Ya was about to retort, but was suddenly stunned.
Those memories are indeed very clear.
Over the years, he has not thought about this issue carefully.
He puts himself into the position of the protagonist of the novel, and is bent on using the memory of his past life to gain an advantage in this world.
But based on the education he has received, he naturally knows that human memory cannot be so clear. Many people can't even remember what they had for lunch yesterday.
And his memories...
It can actually be traced back to when I was one or two years old.
What did he see, what did he do, and what did he eat every day... until he grew up and became a teacher, and collapsed on the podium from overwork.
Wuya had some vague thoughts, but he suppressed them and deliberately raised his voice a little, saying, "This is a miracle! Don't you see it?"
He was no longer so calm, and the increased volume put him now on the weaker side of the conversation.
"The gods allow us to have clear and complete memories so that we can use them in this world. This is a gift. You should be grateful!"
Xia Chuluo, who was on the side, glanced at this side lightly.
About memory.
She is actually the kind of human being that Lu Wen said, who can recall everything from childhood to adulthood.
But she is not a miracle, nor has she undergone any biological modification, she is just an ordinary girl.
What happened to Xia Chuluo was also unusual.
The only weird thing she had ever seen since she was a child was the flower rooted in flesh and blood.
Lu Wen knew that memories alone could not completely shake Wuya, so he asked the second question: "Do you have a clone now?"
"Of course, the one talking to you now is my clone."
"You have many clones?"
"Not too much. Although the computing power of androids allows me to control thousands of bodies at the same time, I prefer to use human thinking to control it, so I only have a few bodies."
From a human perspective, it naturally refers to being distracted and operating several bodies at the same time.
Lu Wen often does this kind of thing, so his own body is not too much.
But in fact, Lu Wen later understood that if he was really a human being, controlling two bodies at the same time would be quite tiring for him, and he would not be as relaxed as he is now.
Lu Wen looked at Wu Ya and continued to ask: "Do you think a normal person can control multiple bodies at the same time?"
Wu Ya replied: "Why not? In my last life, I was often distracted and did many things. I can prepare lesson plans and watch movies at the same time."
"This is just a very simple distraction. It is much more difficult to control two bodies at the same time." Lu Wen said.
"Maybe..."
Wu Ya fell into deep thought.
Lu Wen's words left him unable to find a point to counterattack, and he was once again at a disadvantage.
But soon, he thought of the answer to the question.
This time his voice was higher, as if he wanted to use this high volume to cheer himself up.
He said: "Perhaps this is also a gift from the gods. He has enhanced my ability in this area, allowing me to control multiple bodies at the same time to better serve him."
"It's people like you who are hopeless." Lu Wen said calmly.
"Why do you think so?"
Wuya asked Lu Wen.
"The fact that we are able to come to this world is already beyond the scope of science in the previous life. This cannot be explained by any knowledge of that world. Therefore, no matter what strange things happen to us, we should not feel strange. "
Lu Wen leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair.
He crossed his arms and stared at the afterglow outside the window. The golden light was slowly disappearing.
"Then let me ask you one last question."
"you say."
"Have you ever experienced death?"
"This is not available yet."
Wuya recalled his life over the past nine years and found that it had been smooth sailing for him.
Death was quite far away from him.
"Do you think you're going to die?"
"Why do you ask this question?"
"Because I want you to understand one thing." Lu Wen looked at him lightly, "If you are really reborn, then in what form do you exist in this mechanical body?"
"This...maybe it's the soul."
"So how do you control multiple bodies? Is your soul split?"
"I… "
There was a brief silence in the hall.
The old clock on the wall is ticking.
The hands jumped on the faded dial.
Lu Wen stretched out his right hand and placed it on the table, tapping his index finger lightly, and said: "I have died in this world and was shot in the neck. At that time, I..."
"No!"
Wuya suddenly said loudly.
He stood up and looked down at Lu Wen.
"Why do you just refuse to believe that this is the will of the gods! No matter what happens, it can be explained by the blessings of the gods. This is what we deserve!"
The thin-faced man looked excited.
He was speaking loudly about the beliefs in his heart, standing tall, as if he wanted to make the indifferent Lu Wen in front of him believe everything he said.
Or maybe... it was to convince his already shaken heart.
A full nine years.
He was living for that great goal in this strange world.
This is the will of the gods.
If God does not exist, why does he live
So gods must exist!
(End of chapter)