Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Me, Zhenjiang and Dorothy entered the same room tacitly.

Although the outer doors are arranged quite closely, the space inside the door violates the structurally spaciousness. It is like a luxury suite in a five-star hotel. All the facilities are available, but even if there is a TV, it will not receive any signal when it is opened. , The computer can not connect to the network, and all devices that contact the outside world can not receive the signal.

"This ghost place." Dorothy kicked off the chair complainingly, and spread her arms on the bed, "Gao Chuan, you haven't joined the online ball for less than two months yet?"

With a response, Zhen Jiang sat aside and searched the computer's hard drive. However, despite the large capacity of the hard drive, there was nothing useful.

Dorothy asked only one sentence, and she didn't speak again. I turned my head to look. She lay quietly in bed, breathing slightly, as if she had fallen asleep. I also imagined in boredom what the mountains in this data hedge space look like. Tomb space data hedging space formed a gully in a section of the mountain road close to the town, and the hilltop apartment is an impassable dead background. Nevertheless, there are still ways to connect these two seemingly impassable areas.

Entering the hilltop data hedging space is a bizarre door, and there is a weird bus stop on the road near the foot of the mountain. At that time, several innocent people who had intentionally or inadvertently encountered at the bus station were judged based on what they declared at the time. It should be from the data hedging space in the dock area.

Not for a special purpose, but I still feel sorry for not having personally seen the "station" set up in the data hedge space of the dock area.

Hu Si thought for a while, and I remembered the cocoon of Marceau who was taken away by the people of the Black Nest. Marceau ’s body has been specially modified. Although she brought her out of the mountaintop data hedging space, she did not understand her state at this time. Although the time is still short, I am not sure what the Black Nest people can analyze from her, but I think it is better to ask before leaving.

The thought of not seeing her for a long time, I couldn't sit still anymore and walked to the dining table to ring the bell.

It didn't take long for the door to knock.

"Room service." The person outside said it was a young female voice.

I quickly walked towards the door and glanced inward when passing by the bedroom. Dorothy didn't move, and seemed to be sleeping deeply. I do n’t know why the emotions I care about are rising. After all, I have n’t done anything bad about Ranwen.com. I can only find out if it ’s the former classmate ’s words or a seed in my heart. Right.

Although the emotions aroused by those words can be suppressed until they are ignored, the fluctuations it brings have not disappeared. This can be seen from the heavy atmosphere that has not disappeared before entering the room. Come out.

I originally thought I could ignore these. After all, my personal needs and perceptions are not too much in opposition to the style of Netball, but now I am not sure about my ideas.

Leave the netball and join the black nest? It doesn't seem to be an overwhelming thing. Although a large number of social resources and government-supported online **** can provide members with excellent benefits, and it is very convenient to act in many times, but on the Black Nest side, they are more free and there are many people who are familiar with their intentions. Here. If I propose to stay in this data hedging space, the classmates must be unwelcome, and Misaki will also be happy. Although the parents are all placed in the network ball, the Black Nest can dig in the network ball and the doomsday truth. People, there must be a set of proper security measures, so there is no need to worry about this.

When I recovered, I had stood at the door for a long while. I suddenly realized that I had begun to consider these issues. Obviously, the words of my classmates had a greater impact on me than I felt.

I don't know what other people think, but I hesitate to open the door. Although the classmates have said that the conversation with the server will not be known by others, will the behavior of ringing the bell itself be perceived by them? If they are detected, what kind of impression will they leave? Sure enough, in this sensitive period, staying in the room is the better choice.

The contradictory ideas that constantly emerged were entangled in my mind, and eventually the concern for Marceau prevailed. I opened the door and it was really a young waitress standing outside the door. Although I was hesitant and spent a lot of time during this period, she didn't seem to be impatient. I leaned half of my body out of the door, and looked to the left and right, a little bit of a sense of stealing the bell, but now the doorway that was originally listed on both sides and the opposite door was gone, and the promenade that could not be seen at the end was not far away. Sealed by a wall.

The seemingly endless dormitory area, now only the room I am in is left.

It was a bit surprising at first, but it is not surprising to think that the composition of this data hedge space has been completely controlled by the Black Nest.

However, I sighed to myself: "It's amazing."

The waitress seems not to have heard it from Ranwen.com. From the beginning of the meeting, she was a faceless expression, and the upright posture, as well as the feeling it gave, seemed like a very high degree of simulation. Dolls.

"Please come in." I said to her.

The waitress bowed forward with a movement that could only be described with precision and rigidity, and stepped into the room at a pace as if measured.

I closed the door, took her back to the living room, and then asked her if she had something to drink. She refused coldly. Even if I let her sit down, she sat down at the dining table. She did n’t do anything at all. So quiet and lack of enthusiasm stood not far in front of me, staring straight at me.

Apart from dressing up, she doesn't look like a waiter at all, and even makes people feel uncomfortable.

I was so stared at by her, almost goose bumps on my skin. Although you want to be kind, but since the other party does not eat this set, then you don't have to be so polite.

"I don't know if you understand it, but I mentioned a friend in my agreement with you. I hope to see the Prophet and see the current situation of that friend." I don't know how much she knows. So vague words are used.

However, the waitress did not have any hesitation, and replied in a cold and rigid tone: "I understand, please wait." Then I stood upright there again and there was no movement.

I do n’t know if other people will encounter such a waitress when they call people, her attitude is enough to make people immediately dismiss the idea of ​​changing the door.

After a while, it was not clear how she talked to the outside. In short, she brought the news I expected.

"Sir Prophet is waiting for you outside the door." She said, she immediately walked towards the door, giving people the idea that she didn't want to stay here for even a second. Should I say that it is resolute and popular, or is it not friendly enough?

But as she said, the color classmates were already standing outside the door. At that moment, she had changed the dress and put on a bodysuit and only had a sports jacket on the outside. Although tights can bring some imagination, but they are long-sleeved, the trousers almost cover the knees, the neck is also covered, and there is very little skin exposed outside.

However, in terms of style and style, this set of tights gives people a near-futuristic feeling. Reminiscent of the same futuristic hall is very unified and harmonious.

"Do you want to see Marceau?" She said straight away, with a smile on her face. "It's a pity, I thought you would propose to join us. Sure enough, is the historical inertia inviolable?"

"What are you talking about?" I was puzzled by her final statement, but I calmly replied: "Why should I join you? It's not my style to stay in this dark place like a mouse."

"But everyone you know is here, and more people will come here in the future," she said confidently.

"They and I can't be confused." I said flatly.

It is true that joining the Black Nest is not unacceptable, but for now, this idea is just a seed, and it has not taken root. For me, staying in the online ball is more in the interest of future actions. In this sensitive period, you cannot take too risky actions. Moreover, since you have joined an organization, rebellion is the most undesirable behavior without the achievements of Ranwen Fiction Network and the sufficient reason for betrayal. The two minds will only make things worse. This is another experience I have gained in school life.

"It doesn't matter. The next time you meet again, the situation will be different. Now you will choose this way, which is also a historical necessity." The classmate Sei's statement is as if she is a future person, or predicts my future accurately Similarly, it is confusing, ridiculous, and a little uncomfortable, but when I want to ridicule, there are too many complex emotions and thoughts lingering in my head, but I can't say a word.

After being silent for a while, the classmates had been observing my face. Her eyes were not sharp, but she seemed to be able to see through all my thoughts, but she did not care at all.

"Come on, I'll take you to visit Marceau. She misses you too, but she can't let go. But you can rest assured that she is well treated with us. Her position is very special now. This data is stable in the hedge space. And execution is indispensable for her help. "

"Location? Has she been awake yet?" I was surprised by this answer. I thought that people in the Black Nest would take a lot of time even if they could solve Marshall's physical problems, and even need to spend a little price to hedge with the other two data. Space forces communicate.

"Yes, the more detailed explanation involves confidentiality, so please see for yourself."

With that said, the classmate nodded toward the waitress. The waitress bowed and saluted, and light spots like fireflies appeared around her body. The body was in the winding of these light spots, and seemed to melt away in the air and disappear. The color classmates reached out and stroked straight on the opposite wall again. A gap appeared on the wall immediately, spreading around in the blink of an eye, and finally revealed a door. The classmates twisted the handle and pushed the door open, and a computer room-like space appeared in front of me.

This room is only about 60 square meters, but it is as high as 10 meters, like a vertical cabinet. There are countless translucent tubes stacked in the room, the smallest one also has the thickness of the child's arm, and the light green liquid shuttles through it, and in some parts you can see the floating bubbles. In my ears, only the sound of liquid flowing and the sound of bubbles emerging from this room seemed extremely empty. However, my eyes were instantly drawn to the center of the floor, where there was a circular light pattern that looked like a magic circle, and at the center of the circle was a human figure with only half of the body exposed above the ground.

The appearance of the female body is not human, because the body is not organic flesh, but the gloss of the inorganic substance. The silver-white body is not metal or plastic, but it is a substance I am very familiar with.

"Structure." I said to myself.

That's right, this texture is exactly the same as the structural waste that once existed in the tumor area of ​​the mountaintop data hedge space, but the "non-human" in front of it is not garbage, but it has the same strength as the appearance and safety with powerful Acting body.

The thought body of Marceau finally merged with the body that was transformed into a safe proxy body. This is what Marceau looked like when he was finally brought back by me. The only difference is that her present appearance is a bit softer than it would have been. I think this is due to the smooth, silvery streamlined female body.

I quickly confirmed Marceau ’s identity from the facial features. She only had her upper body on the floor, and she did n’t know whether it was under the floor or below the waist. From this direction, only half of her arm can be seen, and the part below the elbow is hidden in layers of pipes. These pipes seem to be connected to her back, even the back of the brain, and even a part of the pipe acts as her. s head.

She fell her head down as if she were asleep.

I can't describe the shock she caused at this time, and I have only seen such a gesture in science fiction.

Sensing the arrival, the silver-white female body raised her head. I seemed to see that her facial features had changed, like smiling, but when I looked closely, it was still just a cold, rigid line, like a statue.

Before I recovered, she broke the silence first.

"I don't know what kind of expression to face you at this time." Her first sentence said so, unlike her appearance, the tone and rhythm are somewhat mechanically inorganic, but full of life. Spirituality and gentleness.

"Am I doing something wrong?" I just asked.

"There is no Ranwen Novel Net."

"Did I fail?"

"There is no Ranwen Novel Net."

"Do you regret this result?"

She didn't reply immediately, and she was silent for a long while before returning:

"Maybe."

"Is it unfortunate for you to live like this?"

"No." She said: "Compared to death, I can accept this kind of life."

"Even if it is no longer human?"

"Even if it is no longer human."

"So ..." I said the question I most wanted to know: "Can you feel happy?"

"Yes." Marceau answered me without hesitation: "I haven't lost everything. My existence is a must. You saved me, Mr. Crow, and I can see you again. I feel very happy. Although I do n’t want you to see yourself, this may be the last restraint of being a woman. It ’s sad, Mr. Crow, my body ca n’t pay you what you promised. "

I don't care about the reward at all. If this is where Marceau regrets, I don't care. Marceau did not resent me. She thought I had fulfilled my original promise. This confession made me unable to help but leave tears of sorrow and joy.

My efforts, injuries and battles are not entirely without value.

"Even if you look like this, do you still think I am a hero?" I asked with a choked voice.

"Yes." Marceau said: "You are a real hero, and my hero."

"Me, can I still see you?"

"I hope you can come if you don't mind what I look like now."

"So, just smile." I said, "If everything I did is correct, if I fulfilled my promise, if I ever became a hero, please smile at me."

I stared at Marceau closely, and her statue-like lips seemed to show a slight arc in my gradually wet eyes.

"Thank you, thank you ..." I covered my face and desperately wiped the corners of my eyes with my sleeves, but the throat and tears in my throat couldn't stop.

"I heard that you are leaving, are you?" Marceau asked slowly.

"Yes, I want to see you last time this time." I chuckled and answered, "It's great to see you again."

"Can't you just leave?"

"Sorry……"

"Don't apologize." She was silent for a long while, her silver eyes didn't burn eyes, but it made me feel that she was staring at me. "Can you tell me your real name before leaving? Mr. Crow. "

"Well" I nodded hard ~ www.readwn.com ~ I felt so embarrassed that I was crying, so I smiled hard, "I am called Gao Chuan."

"Gao Chuan? I remember." Marceau said: "I will never forget."

"So, goodbye, Marceau. May we all meet again when all the disasters have passed."

"Goodbye, Gaochuan, we will definitely meet again."

In front of me, the door gradually closed, and Marceau's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

"Wish you Wuyun Changlong ..." After the last hint of blessing came from the crack of the door, the door closed completely and disappeared into the wall.

I stood quietly in front of the wall for a while, wiped my face hard, and turned my head to ask the color classmate, "When will the passage be ready?"

"It's ready." The classmate replied with a true color.

"So, come on." ...