All Worlds Madhouse

Ziliang's head began to roar.

The uneasy voice whispering in my ears at that moment finally exploded, like a speeding train pressing on my head. Each wheel was a fatal roar, one after another, until I was crushed. It won’t stop even if it’s ground into rotten flesh.

Yes, if this screening model has been implemented since the day Bill X was enacted, then Shirley cannot be the first.

Ziliang felt as if he had forgotten to even exhale for a few seconds. The air was held in his lungs, making him swell and hurt. But his hand, by some strange coincidence, reached for the file in front of him.

"No, don't look at that thing." Ziliang yelled with all his strength, but the voice only echoed in his mind, but his body didn't obey the command at all. Finally, Ziliang took the file and juxtaposed it. in front of his own eyes.

[Name: Ziliang]

[Age: 29 years old]

[2047 Superpower Test Results: Full Score]

[Prediction. Possibility of potential Omega-level mutants]

[Application Clearance——Application Passed]

【Clear now! 】

【Clear now! 】

【Clear now! 】

Big red stamps cover almost the entire home page, and in the photo in the upper right corner of the page, there is a face that is completely different from that of 'Ziliang' at the moment. There is no clean hairstyle, no deep nose bridge and The brow bone, not to mention the unsightly droopy lips.

Even the ages are different.

It was a man who was only about 30 years old, with messy hair, a beard that had not been trimmed for a long time, and a pair of dark circles under his eyes as if he had not had a good night's sleep in a long time. Moreover, in the corner of the photo, there was a wisp of something. It is clear that when this photo was taken, he must have been holding a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

'Ziliang' didn't say anything, or maybe his throat didn't know how to function at all. After a long time, his hands trembled, and the file fell lightly and rested on his feet. side.

"Am I no longer who I was in 2047, two years ago?" Ziliang held his head and squatted down in pain.

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

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

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

"Well, it's very painful, isn't it? Of course, it's also very funny. When the same thing happens to your friend, you try your best to prove that your idea is correct, but when it happens to yourself , but you are crazy about denying all this." Professor Wagner's voice was like a bayonet, drilling into Ziliang's heart again and again, gouging out pieces of flesh and blood: "Everyone has his own will, and these wills will use the help of 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?

Haha, this kind of question was already asked by a group of idle philosophers decades ago. Some people think that the survival of consciousness means eternal life, and some people think that the body and soul are a whole, but they have said so much, which is actually nonsense, because they have never experienced these things at all, and they only see it from the perspective of a bystander. Just nonsense

But judging from your behavior, I guess you'd rather never know the truth, right? Even if you are not actually you at all.

So, if you think about it for a moment, would you tell your friend, Shirley Birkin, these things? "

Zizi didn't answer, but gradually, he stopped sobbing.

"But if I'm not Ziliang, then who am I?" he asked.

"It's not important." Professor Wagner said: "Because you were just a vegetable before, with no thoughts and no memory. Everything about you was blank. You were nobody."

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

Professor Wagner sighed, and then began to rummage among the files.

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

【No. 127 City Municipal Hospital】

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

【Name】

【Hannibal Lecter】

Listening to this name, Ziliang or Hannibal no longer wants to think about it at all.

Haha, what? These are all a joke!

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

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

Haha, that's so ridiculous, okay, 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 of the people were all stupid.

They really wanted to know the ins and outs of all this, but no one thought that they would get such an answer. Under this seemingly peaceful and beautiful world, there was such a terrifying thing buried, let alone those who lived with them day and night. A friend, or even yourself, may turn into a complete stranger overnight, and no one knows it yet.

So, what about myself? Am I still me?

Some people were thinking about it, but no one dared to ask. There was a creepy feeling in the 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? Do you want to dig out my memories and clean them 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 excavates without permission, or attempts to excavate, ', then the target will be immediately listed as a dangerous existence that threatens social stability. Such people will no longer be protected by Act X. Moreover, they must be eliminated immediately.

Whether it’s the body or the memory.”