Hao Ren looked down at the blond girl in his arms. The cold body didn't respond. He shook her body lightly, and the latter's arms were swaying feebly in mid-air. Hao Ren sighed. Tone: "... still won't move."
Even Nolan, who had always maintained a blank expression, seemed unable to accept this kind of scene. She walked over, lowered her head and said softly, "I understand your feelings, but she is really dead. Please bury her well. This is not good for you." Be good to her. You will become more and more crazy if you go on like this."
Hao Ren's anxious tears were about to come down, but if his tears really came down, the trouble would be serious. In this case, he couldn't tell people, "Because my tablet computer is attached to this girl, so I have to talk to someone." Hugging her like a necrophile", if he really wanted to say that, he would be regarded as an over-stimulated lunatic, so he could only cry with a sad face: "Don't persuade me, I really can't put this guy down... "
The data terminal is still talking nonsense in his mind: "Let you use this machine as a brick and throw it around like that, this is retribution!"
In the current situation, no matter what Hao Ren said, it was impossible to clear up the misunderstanding, and Nolan looked at him with sympathy and pity: "You... Forget it, Ulanov, just bear with it. I'll have the 'doctor' come over to you later and at least deal with this... girl."
Hao Ren guessed that the other party was talking about anti-corrosion or something, but he felt that this topic was too fucking weird now, so he didn't mix it up. He left behind the dejected Ulanov, and heard Nolan talking to another mercenary not far away. The mercenary obviously didn't understand Nolan's decision: "Boss, you really let him stay here with a corpse?"
Nolan's voice was weak: "It won't be long, I can see that he will go."
The mercenary still didn't give up: "But... Boss, you may not like to hear what I say, I have never seen such a weird thing in my life..."
"Enough," Nolan interrupted his subordinates, "You haven't seen it, I've seen it. I've seen someone crazier than him. He's already like this, let him paralyze himself like this for a while. This In the world, being able to dream is also a kind of luck."
Hao Ren walked with the data terminal in his arms, with tears in his heart. He knew what he looked like in the eyes of outsiders—a lunatic under the tragedy of love, paranoid, and schizophrenic. Necrophilia...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pay tribute to Ulanov next to him: "Honestly, you are such a man."
To be able to accept putting a dead body next to him, the man in the helmet really has an unusually broad heart.
Unexpectedly, Ulanov nodded in admiration to Hao Ren instead: "You are, I didn't expect a man like you to exist in this world, you are a real man... She must have been very happy when she was alive, right?"
Hao Ren's face was distorted like an abstract painting. He almost gritted his molars and said to Ulanov, "Let me tell you a story..."
Ulanov didn't understand, so he said, "Say it."
"I had a tablet that was so fucking stupid and annoying as hell, but one day it suddenly didn't know which wires shorted out, and its consciousness took over a Goldilocks, and I didn't even know the Goldilocks. Now I'm running around with this dead, dead guy, you guys think I'm crazy, paranoid, schizophrenic, necrophilic. But in fact... hey, don't go!"
Facts have proved that this matter is really inexplicable.
Ulanov led Hao Ren to the dormitory assigned to him. It was a small silver-gray room made of metal. Almost all the buildings in the barracks were built with this mass-produced "iron box". It was depressing, but it was more than a little bit stronger than those shacks made of iron sheets in the Heijie slums. The furnishings in the small room are simple. There is only a simple bed that can be folded into the wall and a set of tables and chairs that can be folded into the ground. On the table are some items of the former owner of the room, and in the corner of the room is a small box. , and nothing else.
It seems that the furniture of the whole room can be folded into the four walls. This is something like a shelter building or an alien habitat. It was probably not designed as a barracks for ground troops at the beginning of its design: for ordinary rooms. These folds seem unnecessary.
Ulanov noticed Hao Ren's curious gaze, and sighed next to him: "These 'gray boxes' were all dug out from the space base in the old Yatu. The first alien colony city built by humans, but everything was destroyed after the war, including the space base and those naive scientists... Now only this gray box is left, full of people who will never see the stars again for a lifetime Poor worms."
As Ulanov said, he subconsciously touched his bare black visor, and then waved his hands: "Go ahead, I'm next door."
After Ulanov left, Hao Ren casually threw the data terminal turned into a girl (dead version) on the bed, looked around the room to see if there was anything suspicious, but found nothing. Heaton, who used to live here, seems to be a person who attaches great importance to cleanliness. The room is kept spotless, and everything is neatly arranged. It is hard to imagine that this room once lived in a vulgar of mercenaries. Hao Ren came to the metal folding table and saw an old diary on the table, so he picked it up.
Nolan didn't seem to be worried that an outsider would steal the secrets of the mercenary army, or that there might be no secrets in Heaton's room. In short, she didn't send someone to clear out the relics in this room in advance, and Hao Ren just happened to be able to Take this opportunity to see what information that traitorous mercenary has left in this world.
But the diary is full of boring content, recording the monotonous and boring daily life of a rigid and guarded mercenary. The records in the diary were intermittent, and the words were crooked. It looked like a record that a rough man who never liked to write a diary forced himself to keep. Hao Ren couldn't help but think of what Ulanov said: Heaton grew up in a slum, and it seems that his education level is not high.
The data terminal sensed Hao Ren's current actions through the mental connection, and it was puzzled: "Why are you so interested in a traitorous mercenary?"
"It's just boring," Hao Ren flipped through the diary quickly, and quickly turned to the first few pages, "I want to know about the situation in this world..."
At the beginning of the diary is written a certain day of a certain month and year, and Nolan suggested that the owner of the diary develop the habit of writing a diary, so that he can leave some memories of his existence in this world—this is the beginning of the entire diary.
"This Heaton seems to be a loyal guy a long time ago," Hao Ren frowned, "He started writing a diary on Nolan's suggestion. Literary stuff, but because of Nolan's words, he insisted on writing a diary for a year."
"But in the end they rebelled," the data terminal muttered in his mind. "Many carbon-based creatures are fickle."
Hao Ren didn't say anything, but quickly flipped through the last few chapters of the book. He saw some inexplicable lunatic words at the end of the diary. The mercenary named Heaton mentioned the insane dreams, endless pain and deceived life. He seemed to believe that he was deeply trapped in a In the huge scam, and the center of the scam is Nolan, the leader of the "Grey Fox". The text in these parts has been messed up to a certain extent, and even the grammar is no longer smooth, making it very laborious to read.
In the closing paragraphs of his diary, Heaton writes in a nervous tone:
... It's all a hoax, it's all fake, the whole world, most of my life, it's all fake! This world is definitely not like this, something is wrong... I have to wake myself up, like waking up from bed, but I have to find a way... Maybe Nolan is the key, she seems to know the real world situation, so she must be a The essential! I am running out of time...
This is the last message left by the mercenary Heaton before his mutiny.
Hao Ren looked baffled. He thought of the eldest son or brain monsters interfering with human minds, but that didn't seem to be the case with Heaton—and if it was true that the guardians affected Heaton's spirit and caused him to rebel, then the affected He should never be alone, and none of the mercenary partners with him will be spared.
He shook his head, threw the diary aside, and turned to look at another thing on the table:
It looked like a personal computer, or some other electronic device, but no matter what, it looked like it could be used to look up information.
"Terminal, help to intervene in it..." Hao Rengang wanted to habitually let the data terminal help to invade the database of this device, but when he looked up and saw the girl's body lying on the bed, he was immediately discouraged. ... let me do it." (to be continued~^~)