I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 412 Patient Zero
The memory of the corpse?
No. [-] never expected that the other party would be ambushing here.

Despicable sneak attack!
The other party was talking to me with the script from beginning to end!

"Is this necessary? Is this necessary?!"

No. [-] hurriedly jumped,

"If you just talk to me, it's over. Is it interesting to talk about it? I'm wasting time with you here for a million minutes every minute?"

He was dying.

The principal and Sunday looked at each other and smiled.

They are not wasting time.

For one thing, this story is too bizarre, even if they saw it for the first time, it would be hard to believe it.

After thinking about it, the two of them couldn't find any loopholes in the story, so they asked No. [-] to take a look.

Second, they want to know the attitude of No. [-].

If No. [-] directly approves the story, it means the story is false.

No. [-] resolutely opposed it, but it showed that there was a high probability that this story was true!

In terms of standing in line, you can always trust No. [-].

"Wait a moment."

Sunday suddenly asked,
"No. [-], why did you choose to stay?"

Number One blurted out,

"I miss the old days!"

OK, it's a lie.

The headmaster sneered,
"You left because of these two corpses?"

At that time, the master asked everyone to choose whether to stay or not. They both decided to leave on the Sabbath and Saturday. The principal stayed behind. No. [-] unexpectedly stayed behind!
The vote was tied 2-2!
but!

If these two corpses are considered Paradise Lost.
Then No. [-] just chose the side with more people according to the convention!
Everything is explained.

After being exposed, No. [-] quickly defended himself,
"I've told you everything I know. These two people were killed by the master. No, I don't know how these two people died. They were already dead when I came here! The master said they committed suicide, and I also I didn't know that there was such a memory in their corpses, if you knew, you would definitely not be able to find it."

Although the angle of No. [-]'s defense is a bit strange, the director believes that No. [-] is telling the truth.

"Relax, we believe everything you say."

Sunday chimed in,

"You don't have to lie, master and they have already left."

During the conversation between the three, the principal looked down at his watch.

It's almost time.

"yawn--"

Feeling that the danger was lifted, No. [-] yawned, and immediately changed into a triumphant face,

"That's right, I'm now the big brother of Paradise Lost, and I'll protect you from now on. The three of us, it's strange to grow bigger and stronger. I'm so sleepy. Is it time for lunch break? Sunday, your honey is good."

While talking, No. [-] suddenly fell to the ground and fell asleep soundly.

The director's expression didn't change at all, and he said indifferently,
"You can check his memory now."

They all believed what No. [-] said.

but,

Still check the memory of the number one on Sunday.

Every Luden would choose to do this.

Number one behaved too stupidly, which made the director wonder from time to time, maybe this guy is the real Luden?

It is possible for anyone.
Pull the CD out of Number One on Sunday and start playing.

Soon, they saw No. [-]'s memory of meeting the master for the first time.

Everything is as stated on number one, no issues whatsoever.

As for the memory afterwards, it is a bit boring.

On the [-]st, contact the Rebel Army in the Lost Paradise, contact the Lost Paradise in the Rebel Army, and contact all the forces that can be contacted in the Senate
"This guy"

The principal couldn't bear to look directly at it.

If Luden is such a guy, he should be killed.

So embarrassing.

After confirming twice on Sunday, the memory disc was returned to No. [-].

"What should we do now?"

Unlike Number One, Sunday has brains.

After seeing the truth of alienation, Sunday chose to stay away from the master, and escaped from the whirlpool time and time again, living until now.

No matter how the Rebels and Paradise Lost fought, it didn't affect him.

Master and the others left without intending to take him away.

After that, he awakened a specific ability and solved the secret of the corpse for the director.

Sunday just wants to continue to be bad, whether it is the master or Luden, let others do things like fighting the world, he just wants to be bad until the finale.

"That brings up a problem."

The master pointed to the two corpses on the ground,

"Is Luden the one with the memory, or is the real Luden Luden?"

The first game between the real Luden and Brave New World, all memories are scattered in these two corpses.

Those who disassembled these memories even specially broke up the memories. On Sunday, two screens were needed to piece together the memories to restore the truth.

In other words, neither of these two corpses can be the real Luden, and both of them may be
Earlier, the headmaster told No. [-] that no one was Lu Deng, who lied to him.

In the first game, although Luden had the upper hand, he only won miserably.

Brave New World is trapped too much, and becomes Luden's hostage, allowing him to negotiate with the other party and exchange hostages.

One of the conditions for the exchange of hostages is Luden's own compromise.

Luden's lost memories may be more than these.

How cruel each member of Paradise Lost is to themselves, they know it in their hearts.

The real Luden will only be more ruthless.

He may even have abandoned all his memories and become the same existence as the cloned Luden!

You can't use common sense to judge what this guy will do.

At least, the director believes that by putting himself in that position, he can do even crazier things.

"Let's find a way to escape first."

The director looked around and analyzed carefully,
"Master, they are the second batch of people to go out. This is the second game between Luden and Brave New World. We are the chess pieces and players in the game. Without our participation, this scene cannot be sung .”

If the master and the others are regarded as the vanguard, the garden director and the others are the reserve team.

When the horn of the battlefield sounds, they, as rare soldiers, may have a miraculous effect.

Thinking of this, the fighting spirit was once again ignited in the old body.

He is the head of the garden, and he vows to protect the head of the lost paradise.

If the real Luden is a member of Paradise Lost, then he has something to do, and the director has something to do.

Ask a poignant question on Sunday,

"It's okay to enter the game, who shall we help?"

"Nonsense, do you still need to ask?"

The gardener scolded,
"Of course we will help whoever wins!"

After speaking, the two looked at each other and laughed.

They know very well that whoever they help wins.

Actually, there is another option
The two looked at Number One who was sleeping soundly at the same time.

No. [-] helps whoever, and they do it the other way around.

Number One, that's what it's for!

No. [-] who drank the special honey was soundly asleep, and someone had already woken up from his sleep.

Arthur's recent life is very regular, in good condition, and even rekindled his desire to create.

For an author, it is commendable.

Today, Arthur, who got up early, made an appointment with a heavyweight client, who was a knowledgeable historian.

The two made an appointment to meet in a conference hall.

As a meeting place, this space is a bit too big and too empty.

But both sides are very satisfied.

Their knowledge can fill those spaces.

After the meeting, Arthur and the professor of history hit it off, and had a great chat, but never met each other.

In fact, when Arthur was creating, he liked to intersperse some historical knowledge. For this kind of thing, the history professor loves and hates it.

Some people write history, which can reveal the true side of history and inspire more people to understand history.

Some people made up nonsense, turned jokes into nonsense, turned adaptations into nonsense, and finally made a mess everywhere, grinding the mill with their buttocks bare, and turning around in circles to embarrass themselves.

Arthur clearly belongs to the former.

The conversation gradually came to an end. At the time of parting, Arthur gave the other party a gift.

"This is?"

The history professor looked at the object in front of him and asked curiously,

"Note?"

No one uses this anymore.

"That's right, it's a sticky note."

Arthur said,
"At the strange bird bookstore in Wudu, they liked to use this kind of sticky notes very much. Oh, and there is also a pen with a strange bird cap engraved on it. I came out in a hurry this time, so I didn't bring the pen. I will ask someone to give it to you later. .”

As Arthur said before, the seer's prophecy ability works well.

He does not plan to give away the ability of prophecy for the time being.

However, this does not affect Arthur to choose a suitable target first.

The note has been sent, and when that pen is sent, the Prophet will be complete.

The history professor looked at the pattern on the sticky note and said with emotion,

"Strictly speaking, the historians of my line are all the inheritance of the strange bird bookstore, and those who study history will be more or less influenced by them."

It had to be said that he was very satisfied with Arthur's gift.

After the two said goodbye, Arthur rushed to the next meeting.

This time, he is speaking to a world champion who has won many memory competitions.

This kind of competition is not allowed to carry an external brain. In other words, his memory ability is terrifying, one in a billion!

"Mr. Arthur, I have known you for a long time."

Unlike the history professor, this world champion is a bit reserved. In their era, the world champion of the memory competition is more like an entertainment title, just like Liu Erdan from the next village who won the handkerchief flipping competition is of a nature.

What age is it, are you still playing traditional memory?

Any external brain can kill his memory in seconds.

With the advancement of technology, some things will always be eliminated.

The human body has a limit. There are only so many brain cells and nerves, so what new tricks can we invent?

"I have a question."

Arthur asked sincerely,
"Suppose there are two you now, one is me and the other is a clone. I have lost my memory, and the clone has memory. Excuse me, who is you?"

The world champion frowned, puzzled and said,
"This should be a moral issue. According to the federal law, I have always been myself, and the clone is a clone, unless I sign the "Clone Management Regulations". The third agreement stipulates that the clone enjoys the same rights as me, and inherits my own after synchronizing memory. All social relations are regarded as the death of the person, and the clone is the person.”

As he talked, he noticed that he had strayed off topic and started showing off his memory again.

The world champion quickly said,

"I didn't sign the agreement, so it's me who lost my memory."

"it is good."

Arthur asked,
"If you start exchanging your nerve cells now, exchanging a cell between you and a clone, do you think you are still you?"

"This"

The world champion frowned,
"This is still a moral and philosophical issue, Mr. Arthur, one cell is too few for the brain, do you mean the Ship of Theseus? If you continue to push down, this will become a problem of wheat piles. As for wheat A lot of questions, the current mainstream views are...,. "

Like a repeater, he clearly repeated the mainstream views.

Arthur just listened quietly, nodding at the end,
"it is good."

They talked about some more questions, and Arthur seemed to be very interested in philosophical questions such as the wheat pile problem, the ship of Theseus, and the allegory of the cave.

The world champion didn't think about these issues. Even if Arthur mentioned them, he knew what these issues were and what the mainstream views were, but he didn't have any views of his own.

Arthur didn't care about these either, he just chatted wherever he wanted.

This conversation was spent in a slightly awkward atmosphere.

Until the end, Arthur shook hands with the world champion to bid farewell,
"I hope you have such good memories in the future."

After speaking, Arthur turned and left.

The world champion stood where he was, looking at Arthur's back, and a ridiculous idea popped into his mind.

What did Mr. Arthur say just now?

As the world memory champion, he forgot!

Arthur is busy chatting with all kinds of people, in a euphemistic name, collecting creative materials.

Awu was not idle either.

He originally thought that his father's condition had improved and the crisis was imminent. Once his father was completely cured, he would have to pay the price for everything he had committed.

And this price, Arthur can't afford it, and neither can this family!

Soon, Awu found that his worries were a little unnecessary.

Dr. Hartmann came to him.

To be precise, the medical team rushed into the villa and took Awu under control.

After the other party showed the decree signed by the administrator, Awu chose to cooperate.

Awu conducted hundreds of examinations, mainly mental ones.

After the examination, he was allowed to meet Dr. Hartmann in his living room.

Awu was dissatisfied and said,

"Dr. Hartmann, I don't know what you're doing. Is it necessary to do this?"

He felt that the other party had made a big fuss over a trivial matter.

If he feels that he has a health problem, Awu can go to the hospital for examination and treatment by himself, not in this form!

"Of course it is necessary."

Dr. Hartman's face was full of dignity, and he said in a deep voice,
"Things are worse than you think!"

Oops?

Hearing this word, Awu's heart sank, and he blurted out, "My dad's illness has relapsed?"

"Just like that."

Hartman sighed.
"What's worse, his illness is cured, but he has become a pathogen. Anyone who comes into contact with him will be infected with this madness. Reality cognitive impairment, split personality, and delusion that he has superpowers. Before coming, I have had a patient who claimed to be an explorer who could find the most valuable treasures, and last week a priest hanged his fellow man with a noose, and I have had hundreds of such cases."

As he spoke, Dr. Hartmann threw a stack of medical records in front of Awu.

Awu's mind went blank, and he felt that things were beyond his comprehension.

Dr. Hartmann decided to sum up the situation in simpler terms,

"It's a contagious mental illness, and Arthur Edward is patient zero."

(End of this chapter)