Defend Namsan Park

"Before becoming Dayi's driver, were you a sniper?" Shanglu asked.

"No." Wei Mao shook his head, "I am God God God God God..."

"you are God?"

"Neuropathy."

"I see it." Phytolacca nodded.

"No, no, no... it's not mental... it's mental illness, it's a neurological disease." Wei Mao tapped his forehead with his finger, "Before the retreat, I was hospitalized."

"Then you must be the hospital's beauty." Shangluca said, "How about I call you the hospital's beauty from now on."

Wei Mao lowered his head and twisted his Rubik's Cube. It was a fourth-order Rubik's Cube with six pure white sides. Phytolacca watched him twist it for a long time, twisting it every day and every moment, as if it would never end. It is said that the Rubik's Cube was inseparable from Wei Mao. He always takes it with him when he enters the cockpit of the giant machine. Wei Mao said it is his calculator.

Angels are four-dimensional, and the Rubik's Cube is fourth-order. It makes sense to use a fourth-order Rubik's Cube to deal with four-dimensional angels, right?

Shang Lu broke off a slender wooden stick and wrote and drew on the dirt at their feet:

"The distance between us and the Chongqing World Trade Center building is now 500 meters. If we want to shorten the distance to 300 meters, what should we do?"

The Rubik's Cube in Wei Mao's hand clicked: "4/5c."

Shangluca smiled:

"Move forward two hundred meters."

The Rubik's Cube in Wei Mao's hand stopped, and he realized that this was not a narrow phase problem, but just a primary school math problem.

"Your pilots' brains are highly specialized, did you know? Sooner or later, the human brain will become a part adapted to a specific working environment, filled with tubes, soaked in viscous liquid, and sprinkled with sugar. And salt." Phytolacca stared blankly at the trucks passing by on the road. Their engines roared with thick diesel exhaust, and their wheels rolled back and forth in the thin mud. 151 mobilized all the energy that could move at the moment. The transportation tools, Jiefang, Dongfeng, JAC, and Isuzu, are all large 6×4 tractor engines, dragging cables weighing dozens of tons, one roll after another, one bundle after another. As the saying goes, if you are poor and do not pull the cable, you will starve to death. Don’t pull the roll, but at this juncture, no one cares, roll it yourself, Phytolacca inexplicably thought of Pierre Curie, the famous chemist, and the husband of the even more famous Madame Curie, who died in a traffic accident , the brain full of human wisdom was unfortunately crushed by the wheel and turned into red muddy water on a rainy day. This was probably the most tragic increase in entropy - Phytophaga was suddenly grabbed by someone's shoulders and suddenly woke up.

Wei Mao looked very serious and used his hands to pull Phytolacca's body back bit by bit. Only then did the latter realize that he was about to get stuck under the wheel.

"Danger."

"Will your pilots ever have a mental breakdown?" Phytolacca asked, "Facing angels, the fate of the entire human world must be decided in a single thought. How can you bear such great mental pressure?"

"Yes." Wei Mao said, "From... From the most ideal situation, the pilot of the giant weapon must be indifferent to human life and death. You, you, you, you have to be a completely emotionless person, so as not to be in a complex and urgent situation." Being anxious and impatient during calculations will prevent you from being overwhelmed by the huge mental pressure. It sounds contradictory, right... right?"

It is indeed very contradictory - Phytolacca thought to himself that the savior that mankind relies on the most is actually indifferent to mankind. The more powerful the giant machine pilot is, the more emotionally indifferent he is, the less connected he is to human society, and even physically blind.

Those people at the United Finger Center are really big-hearted, leaving the fate of all mankind in the hands of such a group of people.

"Then how to prevent the driver from really sitting idly by and ignoring the demise of mankind?" Phytophaga asked. "According to you, the most ideal situation is actually the most desperate situation. A person who has no mental pressure when facing angels will not be able to see human beings." Even if civilization is completely destroyed, there will be no psychological fluctuations. How can we ensure that he will not control the giant machine and fly away?"

"Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing..."

"Can not guarantee."

"There is no guarantee." Wei Mao said, "This is the price." "Genius, heartbeat and mental stability can only have two of them at the same time. You are a species wandering on the edge of anti-social personality." Phytophaga turned over Rolling his eyes, "Frankly speaking, Courtyard Flower, how high is your psychological threshold for abandoning all mankind?"

"I, I, I, I—"

Shanglu raised his eyebrows.

"I love human beings very much." Wei Mao lowered his head, "So...that's why I am the weakest."

"If one day you decide to abandon this world, will you leave a seat for me in the giant machine?"

Wei Mao was surprised.

He didn't understand why Shanglun asked this question, but the latter was staring straight at him, but his eyes were wandering, and he didn't know where he was looking.

"Another person died in my workshop this afternoon. He was sucked into the turbine blades. Not even a body was left. I thought it was an accident at first, but I just found the suicide note he left in the dormitory. It was a suicide. "Shanglu turned his head back, "He said in his suicide note that he hated the world, hated his parents, hated 151, hated everyone, hated everything. He didn't understand why he had to be born into this world, that boy He had only been in the workshop for three years and was responsible for maintaining the turbine. One day like this, he stared at the rapidly rotating blades of the turbine and thought to himself that if he jumped in, everything would be over...so he jumped in."

Wei Mao nodded.

"Each of us is only one pounce away from death." Phytolacca said, "Life has a strong inertia that allows you to survive, but the god of death is always tempting you at the bottom of the cliff: Come on, come on, death is the last thing you need. It’s a laborious matter, you just need to take a small step, and everything else will be taken care of for you, helping you eliminate all pain, all anxiety, all troubles, and you don’t have to face this terrible reality anymore. How it changes after that is none of your business.”

"Ping Ping Ping Ping..."

"Peace and joy."

"But...but you can't jump in." Wei Mao tightened his grip on Phytolacca's shoulders again, his eyes falling on the traffic coming and going on the road, "If you jump in, everything will be over."

"why?"

"Because...because you look like my mother."

Shang Luxin thought, what kind of hellish and twisted relationship is this?

Looking up from a distance and looking at the setting sun on the glass curtain wall of the building, the Chongqing World Trade Center seems to be occupied by some strange creature, with skeletons and cables squeezed out of the roof and windows - anyway, this is a ghostly and twisted place In this world, perhaps only the ghostly and twisted people can survive here.

"I have to go." Shanglu patted his butt and stood up, putting the safety helmet on his head. "Tomorrow morning I have to go out to beg for help and continue to do my best for the construction of Xiaofeng. You can't come either, Courtyard Girl. You are looking for me. We are both busy people. You take your Yangguan Road, I cross my single-plank bridge, and you follow 1047's training honestly. I will also work hard to get that big toy, okay? Don't bother me all the time. As soon as you come here, all the little girls in the workshop will only look at you, which will cause a safety accident. If you insist on identifying someone as your mother, I suggest you identify me as 1047."

"I——" Wei Mao was stunned.

"Stop me and me." Phytolacca turned his head and raised an index finger, "Remember, don't come looking for me."

"I--"

"If you come to me again, I will kill myself and leave you without a mother."

Phytolacca made a gesture of cutting his throat, turned around and walked along the road, looking around as he wanted to get a ride back to the base.

Wei Mao looked at his back and thought: Tang Di is right, Phytolacca is really annoying, it is normal for this person to have no friends.