State of Mind

Chapter 148: 3. Backtracking of consciousness

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"this is… "

I stood up and found that my temple was full of pipes.

"Oh, this is your memory, you need to watch with the jurors." The bailiff next to him opened his mouth, stretched out his hand, and put the tube in my ear down.

"Oh." I sighed, smiled bitterly, and stood up.

At this time, there was a flash on the screen, and it turned off with a "click", but the surrounding large screens did not turn off. Many people are looking up at us. This trial that determines the life and death of all human beings!

"Okay." The female judge on the opposite side knocked the gavel and said: "The defendant has already recalled, and the trial has begun." She said, she looked at the prosecutor's side.

The beauty of the prosecutor stood up, walked out of her seat, walked to me sullenly, cleared her throat, and said, "The defendant, judging from your memories, you regret it, right?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Why?" The beauty prosecutor was taken aback.

"Oh... It's very simple. It is the duty of a soldier to obey orders. I just execute the order. As for whether the order is just, it has nothing to do with me." I said lightly.

"Om—"

The people on the screen made buzzing noises, some frowned, some shook their heads, some were whispering, and most of them gathered together and looked up at the trial of the century.

"You don't regret it? You killed that little girl, don't you regret it?" The beauty prosecutor's face suddenly blushed, seeming to be embarrassed.

"Yes." I nodded: "Because they are infected."

I am a "murderer", but I am more of a soldier. The orders are like a mountain. There is no doubt that even if I kill that little girl, I will have nightmares afterwards, that's another matter.

"Om—"

Probably because of my tough attitude, the jurors on the screen tweeted and whispered.

Seeing me like this, the beauty prosecutor suddenly sneered: "Are you sure that the person upstairs is an infected person?"

I sank and replied: "That place is the hardest hit area for the infected."

The hardest hit area means that there are no survivors like "uninfected".

"Okay." When the beautiful prosecutor heard this, he didn't know why, but laughed, and looked back at the female judge and said: "Your Honor, the defendant thinks that the hotel is all infected and there are no survivors, so he thinks his actions It is just, then can we think that if we can find the uninfected person in the hotel, we can prove the injustice of his actions."

When the words were spoken, the jurors buzzed again, and the female judge exchanged glances with several assistants.

"You can say that." The female judge helped her black-rimmed glasses and said with a solemn face: "Originally, the focus of the dispute between faction A and faction B is whether there are uninfected people in the infected area. If this upstairs proves that there are uninfected people , Then it proves that Party A is wrong and Party B is right."

"That's good." The beauty prosecutor nodded, showing a meaningful smile, and turned to the jurors on the screen: "Jurors, in order to find out the uninfected people in that building, we set A consciousness retraces the time machine, which will allow the criminal’s consciousness to travel to the hotel in a situational way. If an uninfected person is found within a limited time, he will be able to make up for it and survive. If he can’t find it, he will face deliberate murder. Was sentenced to death or life imprisonment."

When these words were spoken, the onlookers of the jurors all exclaimed in amazement.

"What do you mean?" Someone on the jury was muttering, "Is there any idea for this idea?"

"Yes, before the great destruction of the world, I heard that the heads of state of various countries hid the most advanced technology, this is forced to take it out." Someone said.

"But... if there is such a thing, we won't pass through to the virus, and solve the virus completely, the world won't be destroyed, right?'

"Someone should have said that, but it was unsuccessful. Otherwise, our time and space would have changed long ago. It seems that the virus is very powerful and cannot be changed at all."

"Right… "

"How is it? Old Xu, are you ready?" Attorney Wang was right in front of me, probably sympathetic to me, and kept reminding me in a low voice: "You will cross over later, if you can't find that If you are not infected, you won't be able to come back, and you will be killed by yourself." As he said, a little sympathy appeared on his face.

"It should be."

Thinking of going to the hotel for a while, killing myself, I don’t know why, a kind of rare relief suddenly appeared in my heart. Actually, I was thinking to myself that I killed more than a hundred people, and then I would wear them back. Being killed by a bomb he dropped is also considered karma.

Just thinking about it, a huge seam suddenly cracked on the floor of the courtroom, and a huge black machine like an octopus was quickly revealed. The machine rose slowly, and finally occupied the entire courtroom, with blue light flashing inside.

"Okay, defendant, you can go in. This is a scene setting set according to my consciousness." The beauty prosecutor looked at me smugly, but the coldness of killing was in her eyes—obviously, she It should be from faction B. Seeing me killing someone, I hated it very much.

I smiled wryly, nodded, pushed open the door on the dock, and was escorted by the bailiff to the machine. Several scientists came over, tied various tubes to my body, and walked in. Suddenly the beauty prosecutor said: "Defendant."

I turned around.

Beauty prosecutor: "Happy journey." He said, showing a mysterious smile.

I blinked and sat on the machine, feeling the force of time travel, suddenly heard an unfamiliar eager voice: "Mr. Xu, I hope you find the answer in that situation. Have a good journey!"

"Hello, what do you mean?"

I opened my mouth, and before I had time to ask, I was involved in a rotating black hole...

"Old Xu, Old Xu."

Someone called me in my ear. I opened my eyes suddenly and found myself lying on a black leather sofa. There was a man standing in front of the sofa, probably in his twenties, with a rustic face. It's like the elder Chen of the maintenance team at the airport, but it seems a little bit different. His eyebrows are younger, wearing a black jacket, and he is reaching out and shaking my body.

I blinked, sat up, and looked around. I saw that it looked like a hotel, covered with a purple-gold carpet. There was a nanmu cabinet by the door, a double bed on the opposite side, and a bathroom on the left. It's not luxurious, but it's medium or above decoration. It should be a four-star hotel.

"this is… "

I rubbed my eyes, and the scene of the court flashed up. By the way, didn't I stand trial in the court? Why did you get here? Oh, and... Who is this man in front of you

"You..." I opened my mouth and was about to speak, when the man took out a pocket watch from his pocket and put it in my hand and said, "Now, it's almost time, hurry up, or it's too late."

"What?" I took the pocket watch vaguely, looked down at it, and was startled. A line of small characters was written on the pocket watch-"There are still 6 hours and 30 minutes before the end of life."