The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 167 Me?
Ziliang's head started to roar.
The uneasy voice whispering in my ear at that moment finally exploded, like a speeding train pressing on my head, every wheel was a fatal bang, one after another, until I was crushed Don't give up even if you grind it into rotten meat.

Yeah, if this sort of screening had been in place since the day Act X was enacted, Shirley certainly couldn't have been the first.
Ziliang felt as if for a few seconds, he forgot to even exhale, the air was held in his lungs, and it was so painful that his hand, unexpectedly, reached out to the file in front of him.

"Don't, don't look at that thing." Ziliang roared desperately, but the voice only echoed in his mind, but his body didn't listen to the command at all. Finally, Ziliang took the file and juxtaposed it. in front of my own eyes.

【Name: Ziliang】

【Age: 29 years old】

[2047 Ability Test Results: Full Score]

[Prediction. Potential Omega-level mutants may be]

【Application Cleared——Application Approved】

[Clear immediately! 】

[Clear immediately! 】

[Clear immediately! 】

The big red stamps almost covered the entire front page, and in the photo on the upper right corner of the page, there was a completely different face from that of 'Ziliang' at the moment. There was no clean hairstyle, no deep nose bridge and The brow bone, not to mention the unattractive drooping lips.

Not even the same age.
It was a man in his 30s, with unkempt hair, a beard that hadn't been cut for a long time, and a pair of dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. Moreover, in the corner of the photo, there was a wisp of It is conceivable that when this photo was taken, he must be holding a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.
'Ziliang' didn't say anything, or maybe his throat didn't know how to work at all. After a long time, his hands trembled, and the file fell lightly, sticking to his feet side.

"2047. Two years ago. The me at that time is not me anymore?" Ziliang crouched down in pain, holding his head.

"Liar, you are lying! This file is fake" he roared, very angry, his angry body was trembling.

Professor Wagner bent down quietly and picked up the file at Ziliang's feet: "Unfortunately, no matter how boring a person is, it is impossible to make a joke with Bill X. Please accept this fact. Just like just now, you fought It's like trying to prove Shirley Birkin is a fake."

Ziliang's body trembled more violently, as if he had been electrocuted.

"Well, it's painful, isn't it? Of course, it's also ridiculous. When the same thing happens to your friends, you are trying your best to prove that your thoughts are correct, but when it happens to yourself , but you want to deny all of this crazily." Professor Wagner's voice was like a bayonet, piercing into Ziliang's heart time and time again, tearing out pieces of flesh and blood: "Everyone has their own will, and these wills will use A body exists, but in the final analysis, it is just a body. When all your memories are transferred to another body, are you still you?
Hehe, this kind of question has been asked by a group of idle philosophers decades ago.Some people think that the survival of consciousness is eternal life, and some people think that the body and soul are a whole, but it is nonsense to say so much, because they have never experienced these things at all, and they are just using the eyes of a bystander to see nonsense
But from the way you act, I guess, you'd rather never know the truth, right?Even if you're not really you at all.

Then, think about it differently, would you tell your friend Shirley Birkin about these things? "

He didn't answer himself, but gradually, he stopped whimpering.

"But if I'm not Ziliang, then who am I?" he asked
"It doesn't matter." Professor Wagner said: "Because you were just a vegetable before, without thoughts and memories. Everything about you is blank, and you are nobody."

"But I always have a name." Ziliang said.

Professor Wagner sighed, and then began to search among those files.

"Well, in every memory transfer file, there will be a record about resetting the body. Of course, there are very few records, maybe only some names. Oh, I found it." He said, and then took out a file .

【City Municipal Hospital No. 127】

[Patient No. 19, male, diagnosed with permanent loss of cognitive ability]

【Name】

【Hannibal Lecter】

Listen to the name, Ziliang. Or maybe Hannibal doesn’t want to think about it anymore.
Hehe, what?These are all jokes!

For a moment, Hannibal even felt that he was still immersed in some ridiculous dream and hadn't woken up.

Are you Hannibal?Is that the one you've been looking for, but can't find?

Haha, that's ridiculous, well, even if it's true, then what?Now that I have found it, that person is me, so what?

It all feels like a spiraling farce.

And the rest are all stupid.

They really wanted to know the ins and outs of all this, but no one expected that they would get such an answer. Under this seemingly peaceful and beautiful world, there were such terrible things buried, let alone those who lived with them day and night. A friend, or even yourself, can become a complete stranger overnight, and no one knows.

So what about me?Am I still me?

Some people were thinking, but no one dared to ask. There was a creepy feeling in that miserable laughter.
A few more minutes passed like this.

"Okay, this is the answer you want." Professor Wagner said.

Hannibal finally stood up: "So, now, what do you want to do to me, and want to dig out my memory and clean it again?"

"Of course not. At this point, cleaning is no longer enough." Professor Wagner shook his head and said, "Bill X clearly states that if someone digs without permission, or attempts to dig 'X Act ', then the target will immediately be listed as a dangerous existence that threatens social stability, and such people will no longer be protected by Act X. Moreover, they must be removed immediately.

Whether it's the body or the memory"

(End of this chapter)