He Yu is indeed the best keeper of secrets.
Because of his special physique, he will not be controlled by the loyalty chip. Although he has suffered a lot in the past three years, and his loyalty has been tested many times in secret, Xie Qingcheng is the first emperor's business, and he has never told anyone. exposed.
"When I can't leave the island, I often go to the underground laboratory to see my mother." He Yu said, "That's my only comfort on this island."
"Have you ever thought that she can indeed be resurrected?"
"Through the Mandela Metaverse?" He Yu chuckled, "That's not the real her."
"Duan Wen's blueprint can deceive many people, but it can't deceive me. I have felt the existence of 'Mandela' when I was in my teens. You know it, Xie Qingcheng."
He paused and continued: "When I was a child, I didn't have any intimate relationships. In order to protect myself, my brain created an illusion. I imagined that I had the best playmate and projected the missing companionship on the Xie Xue. I created another Xie Xue in my consciousness, and she will appear by my side every moment I need it."
"… "
"But that's fake." He Yu said, "That's the Mandela effect."
"In fact, Xie Xue has never liked me as much as I imagined. That's just a little comfort I gave myself. The Mandela metaverse that Duan Cuizhen and the others are going to build is the same." He Yu said, " The reason why people are human is because they have uncontrollable thoughts, can feel joys, sorrows, joys, joys and sorrows, and the virtual reality created by uploading to the cloud, no matter how close to reality, even if it can reproduce thoughts, it will not be the same as before. That person."
He Yu said: "On my sixteenth birthday, I have been disappointed once. I will not let myself down again."
Xie Qingcheng didn't say anything, he moved slightly, from lying on his side to lying on his back, because he was covered with a quilt, it was pitch black as far as he could see.
Like an unpredictable future.
In fact, after he heard He Yu talk about Mandela's metaverse plan, he felt vaguely uneasy in his heart. Because this plan can sting to the weakest point of human nature.
Not everyone has experienced the "Mandela effect" like He Yu, and not everyone can resist the temptation of hallucinations.
The Mandela Metaverse Project, from its theoretical framework, can use numerical values to recreate those who have died and give them the ability to think for themselves. That's why Duan Cuizhen said, "As long as the plan is successful, no one in this world is irreplaceable."
Dead relatives, friends you want to see, and even imaginary existences, even a virtual paper human, can be created by the Metaverse.
And when the emptiness of people's hearts is filled by these people, who would be willing to face the reality full of regrets
Cannabis/marijuana can relieve pain, coke/caine can bring hallucinations, and tits/head entertainment can make people laugh and kill time, so they all become the password to restrain wealth - human nature is lazy and eager Happy and satisfying, these sweets can make many people dizzy, the thirst for drugs makes addicts take risks and sell their daughters, the psychedelic pleasure and the temptation of money make drug dealers kill the police and completely indulge in star-making entertainment. People lose their ability to reason, and they are completely reduced to capital flow tools and struggle puppets.
Just this level of mental anesthesia has paralyzed so many people.
If Duan Huizhen really realized the "you can get whatever you want" and "anything can be replaced" universe, what would it be like
Chaos
For example, the Metaverse creates an idol that is completely equivalent to a living person to accompany you day and night, but one day, that idol will completely disappear from your side, and the only way to keep it is to do whatever the Metaverse controller asks you to do, then How many people will do it
What about replacing idols with dead relatives
In order to keep parents, children, brothers and sisters... how many people will do anything at all costs
If there is such a day, then, did man create the two-dimensional world, or did the two-dimensional world control mankind
Xie Qingcheng felt his heart beating fast, and he remembered the two "violent killings" he encountered. Those were just two people who replicated his parents' behavior and some of the habit of thinking, which had already made Zheng Jingfeng out of control and made himself punished.
If the technology is mature, are they Xie Ping and Zhou Muying who came back to him alive
How sure is he that he can always realize that this is just an illusion and not his biological parents
He Yu felt it: "Your heartbeat is very strong."
"… "
"What are you thinking about?"
"...Nothing." Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, and even his palms were covered in fine sweat.
He Yu turned his body closer to Xie Qingcheng, as if he could see Xie Qingcheng's heart: "It's scary, isn't it? When I first learned about the whole situation, I didn't sleep well for three nights."
"… "
"But we still have time to stop all this." He Yu said, "The war will start soon, destroy Mandela Island, and send these lunatics back to hell, these terrible things will not happen. At least. It won't happen in the future we can see."
Xie Qingcheng knew that he could no longer think deeply, this was an abyss that could not be seen to the end, and the more he thought about it, the more creepy he became.
He closed his eyes forcefully to soothe his emotions. Since the last time he fell ill, he had a feeling that he was like a cup on the verge of shattering and could not bear it at any time. Moreover, under this condition, he can't do any treatment, he can only let his situation deteriorate bit by bit, and rely on his own willpower to survive.
He tried not to let himself have too many ups and downs in his mood, and slowed down the rhythm of his breathing.
He Yu: "Are you... uncomfortable?"
"fine… "
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He Yu knew that the truth about Mandela would make Xie Qingcheng nauseated, but it had to be said. He thought that Xie Qingcheng's mental state was not good at first, and with the stimulation of the pregnancy serum on No. 2, it would be even worse. fragile.
He was very worried, thought about it, and came up with a solution: "Wait a minute, I'll find a video for you to distract your attention."
Xie Qingcheng couldn't imagine that He Yu even wanted to show him a movie. What kind of bad idea was this
He was pale but simply said, "Take it away."
"You used to watch it often, it must be useful!"
Xie Qingcheng: "When do I watch it often, I..."
But when He Yu took the charged phone again and opened a page and quickly handed it to him, he was stunned.
The dark blue was reflected in his eyes, dyeing his peach blossom eyes into the ocean.
"Look, the jellyfish video." He Yu held up the phone and whispered, "You like it."
"… "
"Look. Here you are."
The color of the ocean lights up the space under the little quilt once again, and they seem to be on the bottom of the sea hundreds of millions of years ago.
Xie Qingcheng's body trembled slightly.
Suddenly, he raised his hand and covered the screen.
He Yu was startled: "What's wrong?"
"...Nothing." Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, his soft and long eyelashes blocked all light and shadow from the outside world, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Nothing. I just... my eyesight is not very good, and it will be uncomfortable to watch."
He said panicked.
In fact, since three years ago, he has been afraid to watch jellyfish videos anymore, because he thinks of the ocean when he sees it.
When you think of the ocean, you think of the people who sank in it...
After He Yu's death, he only accidentally clicked on the jellyfish video stored in his mobile phone. He watched it for a while, and when he looked at it, he felt that his eyes were blurred. He seemed to see that person sinking slowly in the ocean. Fall down, open your arms, sink, until you disappear.
After watching it, I was awake all night.
Later, these videos were no longer in his mobile phone, and the folder called "Happy" in the computer was also empty forever because of that boy.
Another period of silence.
Xie Qingcheng wanted to divert his attention. He was really used to not treating himself as a human being. He struggled to contain his emotions and overcome his weakness.
So he wanted to talk about work again and said, "Well, you haven't finished talking to me, that Lu Yuzhu from Qingli County..."
He Yu put down the phone, raised his hand, and lightly covered Xie Qingcheng's eyes.
Warm palms touched eyelids.
He Yu said softly, "Hey, the robot is about to be charged."
"… "
"The matter of Lu Yuzhu is not something that needs to be solved urgently. You are not feeling well, so that's all for today."
Strange to say, his eyes were obviously covered in darkness, but this time there was no such uncontrollable fear as before. There seemed to be an invisible rose in He Yu's palm, blooming in the long night as far as he could see.
He Yu said: "There will be a way to cure your eye in the future... Mandela will have a way to cure it."
Xie Qingcheng opened his mouth: "I don't want any help from them."
"I know." He Yu lowered his hand and looked at Xie Qingcheng's face in the dark again, "So I didn't do it. But there will always be another way to go in the future. After everything is over, you eyes, we will find a way."
He paused and continued: "In that way, you can accept it."
"… "
"Don't believe me, I'm very good. I've learned a lot in the past few years."
It's not that Xie Qingcheng didn't believe that He Yu had such ability, but he didn't know if he could survive until that day, and he wasn't sure whether He Yu was just trying to comfort what he said.
But the moment he looked at He Yu, it made him feel very real, he didn't want to spoil He Yu's happiness, and finally he said in cooperation: "Then tell me, you have learned something over the years. what."
He Yu really talked to him one by one.
Xie Qingcheng gradually relaxed his tense body from Mandela's nightmare in the young man's low and warm voice. In the end, he was dazed and was finally enveloped by sleepiness.
"Then I learned how to pilot a helicopter..." He Yu paused and didn't continue, because he heard Xie Qingcheng's even breathing.
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This was the first time that Xie Qingcheng had such a peaceful sleep in front of him since he had reunited with him for so long.
He Yu called him softly, "Xie Qingcheng?"
"… "
really fell asleep.
He Yu was in the dark, watching
Although this man's heroic spirit has not diminished, his face has been emaciated.
He said in a very low voice, "Unfortunately, I have never learned the wontons and Yangzhou fried rice you made for me before. I wonder if there will be a chance for you to make them for me after we leave Mandela."
"… "
I don't know how long it took.
Xie Qingcheng, who had already slept in the past, suddenly felt a familiar but long-lost warmth.
He vaguely felt that he was dreaming.
And it was a long-lost dream.
For three years, He Yu has not hugged him like he used to, and at this moment, the person who hugged him in his dream was like the boy who gave him the little fire dragon, his chest was hot and his heart was beating. .
"Xie Qingcheng."
In the dream, he heard his name called.
He also heard the boy ask in a low voice, "... After the war, if we are all still alive, how are you going to live?"
Xie Qingcheng felt the warmth coming from his heart, and gradually, the warmth seemed to grow into his heart, and it also infected his eyes.
He felt that his eyes were a little hot, and something seemed to be sprouting out of his dead heart. Inexplicably in his mind, the former He Yu walked with him on the edge of the Bund, talking to him with a smile, and then again A scene of dancing together in a dimly lit tavern.
But he knew that it was the past that he didn't cherish yesterday and can't come back now.
He heard the young man in the dream murmuring again: "Then do you know how I want to live...?"
He was really crazy. There was a hint of timidity in the young man's voice - this was a feeling that had never belonged to He Yu three years later, but at this moment it was a dream.
Bang pass.
Bang pass.
In the dream, no one spoke, only the heartbeats of the two of them were heard. In this corner of the drowsy darkness, there was an earth-shattering noise.
"I hope to have a home." He Yu finally spoke, and softly, that wish, like a kiss, fell on Xie Qingcheng's neck.
"I just don't know who can give it to me. I have no family anymore."
"… "
Xie Qingcheng's closed eyes moved slightly. He felt that there seemed to be tears slowly in his unblind eye, which slid down the end of the eye and slipped to the sideburns and disappeared.
At this moment, the boundaries between dreams and reality are indistinguishable, just as love and hate are inexorable.
Xie Qingcheng thought it was a dream, but He Yu knew it was real. He hugged Xie Qingcheng who was asleep, and finished the last sentence - these words when Xie Qingcheng was awake, he no longer had a stand to say.
The lack of a position is not just because of Chen slow, but because He Yu also knows that he has hurt him too much because of love and hatred.
"Go to sleep, Xie Qingcheng." He rolled the quilt for him, hesitated, and finally lowered his head and gave a light kiss to Xie Qingcheng's blind eyes, "... ."
There was a lot of tenderness in the way he coaxed him, but because he knew that Xie Qingcheng was not his after all, this coaxing also contained some repressed morbidity.
"I still love you so much. I just want you."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and touched Xie Qingcheng's hair, just like a poor child touching an expensive doll that can never be bought.
"I like you the most..."
"Never want to give anyone else..."
The voice is getting lower and lower, and the eroticism and morbidity are getting more and more crazy.
He stared at Xie Qingcheng's sleeping face, with a voice that even Xie Qingcheng couldn't hear when he was awake, but only he could hear, and suddenly madly murmured: "Do you want me to kill Chen slow... "
He Yu, who can't get Xie Qingcheng, is always sick, even after being gentle: "No one will rob me when I leave the island... We may be able to go back to the past..."
His face sank in the quilt, in the midst of justice and evil, infatuation and jealousy, seems to have the face of a god and a demon.
"Brother... Do you want me to kill him in the chaos... Anyway, you won't know... "
"If I kill him, I may have a home. My home is mine... He can't rob me..."
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