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December 25, 2102.
A small town in Maine.
In the early morning, a nine-year-old boy woke up from his dream and stretched his waist beautifully.
He rubbed his eyes, glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed, then jumped out of bed and ran downstairs in his pajamas.
"Wow!" A minute later, the little boy's joyful shout sounded in the living room on the first floor.
"Mom~Mom~" After a few minutes, he happily ran upstairs, ran into his mother's room, and jumped on the bed, "Look at what Santa Claus gave me?"
The mother on the bed smiled and replied sleepily; "Hehe...it seems that you are a postman now, my little candy."
The little boy grinned, lifted the postman cap on his head, and saluted his mother: "I am willing to help you!"
The mother stretched out her hand and pinched the child's face: "Okay, Mr. Postman, go back to your room and put on your clothes, be careful not to catch a cold."
"Yes! Ma'am." The little boy responded loudly and jumped out.
Looking at the back of the child leaving, a warm smile appeared on the mother's face.
But after a few seconds, she seemed to remember something, and her expression suddenly became a little sad. And her gaze instinctively turned to the bedside table...
On the cabinet, there is a photo frame, and the photos in the frame are not too old. In the photo, there is a family of three - a handsome father, a beautiful mother, and a cute little boy.
"Mom, when will Daddy come home?" The little boy asked his mother at Christmas two years ago.
But his mother just hugged him and cried, and couldn't even say a whole sentence.
On Christmas Eve that year, the little boy's father rode a bicycle to the shopping mall to buy a toy for the child after he got off work from the post office, but on the way back... a car accident took his life.
From then on, only their mother and son remained in this family.
...
"Put your hat on. Yes, that's all."
At 8:30 in the morning, after confirming that the son was fully dressed, the mother took the little boy by the hand and went out of the house with him.
"Hi~ Mr. Marvin, good morning."
"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Dave. Hey~ look, whose little postman this is."
Their neighbors are an elderly black couple who meet each other on weekdays and always say hello.
"Hello, Mr. Field."
"Huh? Oh... hello, Mrs. Dave."
Another neighbor, Ferd, is a fat man. The whole neighborhood knows that he is a single dead house. Generally speaking, people can only see him when he goes out to take out the garbage.
"Mom, why does Mr. Fuld always look listless?" After walking out of the street, Little Dave looked up and asked his mother.
"Because he lives in a dark place all day long, eats junk food, and doesn't do anything serious," the mother replied.
"Doesn't he have to work?" Little Dave asked curiously.
"Mr. Fielder inherited a large fortune from a distant relative. So he doesn't have to work," the mother replied.
"Oh, he's a lucky man, Mom." Little Dave continued.
"Yes, he's lucky..." Mom murmured. Immediately stopped.
After thinking for a few seconds, she squatted down so that her eyes were at the same level as her son's, and said with a stern look: "Listen. Dave, you have to be a hardworking person like Dad. Don't go Envy people like Mr. Fold. You see... not everyone is that lucky."
"Well, I will, Mom." Little Dave nodded, half understanding.
...
At nine o'clock in the morning, they came to the park in the town.
Many adults have already sat on the benches next to the children's playground, and some stalls selling snacks, drinks and toys have also been set up.
Little Dave soon joined the other children and went off to play.
Mrs. Dave sat on the bench and chatted with other housewives.
Half an hour later, an old man walked up to her and greeted her, "Hi, Wendy, long time no see."
"Oh, hello, Commissioner Nelson."
"I was over there just now. When I saw you, I came over to say hello. Merry Christmas, Wendy."
"Merry Christmas, Mr. Nelson. By the way, how is your wife?"
"It's not bad, I'm pulling the kids to prepare for the party at home, so I can only bring my granddaughter to the park to play."
"Hehe... I thought you liked children very much."
"Yes, I like them, but I have nothing to do with them." He shrugged, and after a few seconds, he seemed to see something, "Huh? Is that a puppet show?"
"Well... oh, yes." Mrs. Dave followed the gaze of the other party and saw the two performers in the distance, "That's 'Shooter and Yang', community volunteers, they often go to parks and nursing homes and the kids love them."
"Oh?" Nelson seemed interested, "Then I have to go and see..."
They soon came to the side of a pickup truck together, and together with other parents, they stood behind a group of brats.
The small audience in the front row obviously had high expectations for the performance. As early as when Sagittarius and Yang set up the stage, the children had already gathered around and sat down with their knees hugged. Naturally, Nelson's granddaughter and Xiao Dai were among them. husband.
"Okay~ kids, the performance is about to begin~"
After the preparations were complete, the two leading actors jumped onto the simple stage next to the truck. They... one was a bearded man dressed as a western cowboy, and the other was a big, bald guy in a shirt and a vest.
"Children~ Today, what we are going to perform is... an extremely thrilling... awe-inspiring... dart shooting an apple!"
Although it does not sound like such an interesting performance, it is still possible to coax the little penyu... The children also happily gave applause and laughter.
...
gurgling - gurgling...
The sound of liquid surging rang in Feng Bujue's ears again.
At the same time, what drilled into his mind was the fragments of memory just now...
[Warning, test subject No. 8775 is waking up... Warning, the test subject's brain has an impulse response, the source is unknown, please adjust immediately...] The mechanized voice also came again.
"It hurts so much..." This time, Brother Jue gritted his teeth and opened his eyes. "Cut... still can't speak. Forget it... just be able to see and think..."
While thinking, he rolled his eyes and observed the surrounding environment as much as possible.
"I see... Am I soaking in the liquid too..." He quickly realized that he, too, was wearing a light-colored bodysuit and floating in a glass bead filled with liquid. Its state... is the same as the Enoch he saw when he "opened his eyes" last time (if he is also called Enoch in this world).
"The nasal cavity, lungs, and ears are all filled with this kind of stuff with unknown ingredients, but there is no obvious discomfort; the moment you open your eyes, your eyeballs are a little sore, but you get used to it after a few seconds, which is better than opening your eyes in water. It's still easy..." Feng Bujue's eyes flicked and his mind flashed. "No matter what this liquid is, it is definitely not a product of technology that the universe should have in 2002... Could it be... It is the setting of Matrix?" He quickly rejected this idea, "No, the callus on his hand is still there, and it has been in the water all year round. A body soaked in a tank will not have this kind of thing... "
[Warning, the brain wave of the tester is overclocked, and the test data exceeds the normal value. After 20 seconds, the forced termination procedure will be initiated.]
"What kind of test is this? Mental state? Brain function?" Feng Bujue listened to the system's voice and speculated about his own situation.
"Anton! You bastard! Why is No. 8775 awake again?"
"Mr. Anton, he went to the toilet."
"tf?"
"Uh... he said he had something unclean for lunch."
"Okay, you don't have to explain it for him, you go to the console and get things done. That guy Anton... I'll deal with him later..."
"Yes, sir."
It was the same two people who were talking outside the liquid container. Judging from their dialogue, they should be the staff responsible for this "test", and they are in a subordinate-subordinate relationship.
"Huh... man, you're really going to give me trouble..." A few seconds later. A vague shadow came to the container where Feng Bujue was, and said to himself in a low voice, "Your test value is almost up to the standard. You keep waking up... um..." He pondered, Then he sneered again, "Hmph... Forget it, I'll help you and add some 'stuff' to you... Please pass quickly, don't make me mess up..."
When Feng Bujue heard this, he really wanted to get out of the container and hug that npc. Although he didn't fully understand the meaning of the other party's words, he already understood... the npc in front of him whose name and appearance he didn't even know was the man who could really help him see through the "truth".
People who exist on the level of "nothingness" can only give answers to "nothingness"; while people who exist in "reality" can give him "truth".
[The concentration of the solution is increasing, and the special solvent is added... The forced suspension program has been closed, and the emergency pulse is being prepared. The countdown is five seconds, five, four, three, two, one...]
Beep, beep, beep...
The moment he received the "pulse", Feng Bujue heard a familiar voice. He pondered for a while... Suddenly, he felt that the sound was the same as the sound of the ghost postman riding a bicycle.
At the same second, another wave of memory fragments flashed before his eyes...
...
"Pfft—" A mouthful of old blood was spit out on the marble floor by Brother Jue.
When his consciousness returned to the gorgeous hall, he still maintained the posture of smashing the phone to the ground.
Time here... as if it didn't flow at all.
"Have you found the answer?" The six people around Feng Bujue said the same sentence again in unison.
"Hmph..." The corner of Jue's mouth curled into a sneer, he stood up slowly, and walked to the long table at the far end of the hall, "I think... it's almost time for dinner." (... ) R1292
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