Real Players of the Department of Life

Chapter 97

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The fluctuating sound of the instrument is gradually amplified, gradually changing from illusory to real.

Zhang Cishun opened his eyes, just like a person waking up from a dream after a long sleep.The awareness of the body begins to return, and the breathing begins to become stronger.

"Ahem...heh...ha..." Rapid breathing, as if he was frightened by something, sounded in his ears.

"Mother and son are safe." The familiar voice made Zhang Cishun turn his head sideways.

Warm words.

Looking to the side, he met a pair of eyes looking over.

Zuo Yan.

"What the hell is that place...why are the stars alive!" Zuo Yan struggled to sit up, her clothes wet with sweat, giving her the illusion of falling into an ice cave.

The scene in the deep dream just now was extremely real. Just when she called Zhang Cishun's name, all the broken stars and the earth started to move. They opened their eyes and opened their mouths, as if they were going to swallow themselves. Same!
"You cannot use common sense in reality to infer things in dreams. Everything may be alive." Wen Yan handed two glasses of water to the two of them.

Zuo Yan took it and drank it all in one gulp, but Zhang Cishun refused.

"How are you doing? Do you feel any changes in your body?" Wen Yan asked.

"What changes?"

"Unlimited liberation..." Wen Yan first told Zhang Cishun about the over-limit liberation, and then continued to ask the previous question.

"Changes..." Zhang Cishun shook his hands, feeling the extremely real body control at this time, and then the power of liberating the core spread to the entire fire in an instant.

"No change..."

If it should be said that there is...

He closed his eyes, concentrated his calculation power on his body, and kept diving into the dark world of consciousness... dive...

Until I saw a cell.

In the cell, "Mechanical Intelligence" was huddled inside.

"Okay." Wen Yan nodded, raised his hand and pressed a few times on his watch, and a message that was completely transparent to Zhang Cishun was sent.

The recipient of the message was Jing Shuo, and the content was to tell him that he was awake.So Zhang Cishun didn't stop him.

Soon, Jing Shuo pushed open the door and walked in.

Looking at the two-color aperture in his eyes, it was obvious that he had used his own ability to rush over.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

Zhang Cishun thought for a while: "That's great."

"It's you, you're not in a high mood." Zhang Cishun asked.

Just now, when his will came to Fire, he had already known through the center what Jing Shuo had been doing these days. How should I put it, Jing Shuo's starting point was not bad, but he saw many things too simply.

"You want to save City No. 88, but the first thing you have to understand is that the current City No. 88 is like a dynasty in the last years of ancient times. What it needs is a revolution of iron and blood, not peaceful evolution. Centuries The backlog needs to be released, and violence is the easiest way to release it." Zhang Cishun said.

Jing Shuo didn't speak. He didn't quite understand what Zhang Cishun said about the last years of the dynasty.But I understand what he said about the transformation of iron and blood, but he still wants to strive for peaceful evolution.Because there were too many innocent casualties.

"Don't talk about this here." Zuo Yan interrupted the conversation between the two: "Are you sure you don't want to eat something? Your body has been relying on external energy intake, and it won't last long."

Zhang Cishun paused, knowing that Zuo Yan was right.

"I'll prepare porridge."

Jing Shuo said.

When Zhang Cishun finished eating, it was already approaching night.While eating, Jing Shuo told him some unrecorded things, and even told him about some of the riots on the ground.

Zhang Cishun listened quietly. After he finished saying everything he wanted to say, he raised his hand. With his movements, countless data streams turned into a torrent and penetrated into Jing Shuo's watch. In just a few moments, a thick e-book was created.

"Take a look at these, maybe they will help you."

This book has no name, but it can be summed up as: history.

The opposition of contradictions, the transfer of contradictions, and the elimination of contradictions cannot be explained clearly in two simple sentences.

"Yeah." Jing Shuo nodded.

The two of them said nothing more after that, and just stayed here quietly.The silence between the two didn't seem awkward, and even had a different kind of comfort.

……

The next day's breakfast was just a simple meal. When Zhang Cishun saw Jing Shuo, he had two big dark circles under his eyes. Without asking, he knew that he stayed up late reading last night.

I don’t know if his core ability is effective in reading.

An idea suddenly popped into Zhang Cishun's mind, but it quickly disappeared.

Jing Shuo looked haggard. After yawning, he said to Zhang Cishun, "I read a large part of the book yesterday and I have an idea. I don't know if it's right or not."

"Tell me."

"If City No. 88 is compared to a dynasty, it is obviously terminally ill and hopeless. So can we guide them to overthrow what they want to overthrow and build what we want to build," Jing Shuo said.

"What you mean...I understand. But you can't build what you want to build in City No. 88. Prejudice, arrogance, etc., etc., these are things that a fire cannot burn clean. Even if you have overthrown the reality. There are barriers between cities, but there are still barriers in people's hearts. This barrier is forged by time, and you can't burn it down with just a fire," Zhang Cishun said.

Jing Shuo was silent for a long time by Zhang Cishun's words. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that what he said was right.

"What shall we do after that?"

"It's up to you."

After Jing Shuo heard Zhang Cishun's words, he didn't continue talking. After waiting for a long time, he stood up and left.

Before leaving, he sent a message to Wei Jin on his watch.

"You really don't care about him?" Zuo Yan is now completely free. Her revenge has been completed, and now she has no idea what to do.

Zhang Cishun looked at Zuo Yan and said, "City No. 88 is hopeless. Changes cannot transform it into the world Jing Shuo wants. It's not that this city has really fallen to that point, but because of the people here."

"Human? What's wrong with people?"

Wen Yan also frowned when she heard this, but soon her brows relaxed, and there was even a bit of surprise and silence in her eyebrows.

"City No. 88 once encountered a severe insect rain, and that disaster wiped out many human lives. Not even one in a hundred survived. The reason why there are so many people today is partly because of the survivors at that time, and partly because of them. Clones.”

"Today, three-quarters of City No. 88 are clones and their descendants."

Zuo Yan frowned, not quite understanding what Zhang Cishun meant.

"Clone...do you mean human?"

"Whether the clones are human or not is not discussed for the time being. The main reason is that the gene debugging produced by the first generation of clones has 'class' written into it. Just like 'loyalty' is written into the army, the people are written into 'class' ’. We used to think that urban areas were a product of chance, but in fact they were inevitable because class distinguished people by race.”

These things were what Zhang Cishun saw in Kumar's mind, and it was even Kumar who made this decision in the first place.Therefore, Zhang Cishun, who inherited Kumar's memory, is quite involved in this aspect.And this is why Zhang Cishun asserted that what Jing Shuo wants to build cannot be built here.He wants to erase class, and the people here are naturally programmed with class in their genes.

Their contradictions and conflicts are natural and cannot be eliminated.

"Can't it be erased? Just like her, that should be a mental seal, right?" Zuo Yan tapped Wen Yan with his chin and said.

Wen Yan got rid of the mental seal with the help of her sister, so Zuo Yan felt that the technology could be used for everyone in City 88.

Since everyone has problems, let’s solve everyone’s problems.

Solve it based on the basis.

But this time, before Zhang Cishun could answer her, Wen Yan shook his head: "Not to mention whether I know this technique, even if I knew it, I would not be able to master it based on my qualifications. The people of City 88 make a difference."

"For the first generation of people, the 'class' genes are foreign and can be eliminated, but as time goes by and as future generations multiply, these foreign genes will gradually be integrated into the people themselves. It has become an indispensable part of the genes. At this time, the 'class' cannot be eliminated by technology."

"Of course, this is not absolute, but it will take a long, long time."

Zuo Yan stopped talking. After the three of them were quiet for a while, she said, "About this... aren't you going to tell Jing Shuo?"

Zhang Cishun did not answer.

-

"Should I say good morning?" After Wei Jin received the message from Jing Shuo, he came over immediately and even had time to ask with a smile.

"Didn't you sleep well yesterday?" He asked after seeing the dark circles on Jing Shuo's face.

But Jing Shuo did not answer his question, but asked: "Can City No. 88 be saved?"

The smile on Wei Jin's face faded a little, and he pursed his lips and thought for a while. It wasn't until the two of them arrived on the ground on the device that he said very seriously: "Maybe it can be saved, maybe it can't be saved. The control is yours." In hand."

"Control?" Jing Shuo was stunned.He didn't know when the control was in his hands.

"The army. The wilderness army, the city guard army, and even the private armies of think tanks and various research institutes." Wei Jin said.

"The less developed technology is, the more deadly riots are for those in power. But... what era is it now? You can't hope that they can overthrow a government with a knife and fork. The gap in weapons is the gap in technology, and this gap It is fatal and cannot be filled with human life.”

Wei Jin spoke very indifferently. Maybe he never considered the importance of this riot.

Jing Shuo's footsteps suddenly stopped. At this moment, a sentence suddenly flashed in his mind.

"The greatest tragedy in the development of science is that the more advanced the technology, the stronger the rule, because you will find that even if all the people's efforts are combined, there will be no dawn of victory."

Who said this sentence?

"Who said that?"

Jing Shuo couldn't remember, but he just felt that this sentence was damn right.

"What?" Wei Jin obviously didn't know what Jing Shuo was thinking or saying just now.

Jing Shuo had no idea of ​​explaining. He said: "If they want a riot, give them a riot. If they want to overthrow, give them whatever they want to overthrow."

"you……"

"I can't do it from top to bottom, so let's give them a bottom-up..."

“To man shall belong to man.”

Wei Jin said silently: "As you wish."

In fact, Jing Shuo was very scared. From the moment he took control of City No. 88, he was very scared, not because he was afraid of losing, but because he was afraid that he would change.Wei Jin was so good that he was like an amplifier, amplifying the corrosiveness of power. He was very afraid that the dream he had originally promised would be shaken.

Now, he decided to let it go. City 88 was not the place he wanted.And all he can do is to do the last thing for the people of City 88 here, in this position.

Die for them.

"If they want a riot, give them a riot. If they want to overthrow, give them something. If they want a fire, give them a fire..." Jing Shuo murmured, standing here, Ahead is City 88, filled with thick smoke.

He had dreamed of urban barriers being removed, and now, in a sense, he had.The barriers to reality have been removed, and the cost...is blood.

Zhang Cishun looked at him silently.

The riots intensified, and after the initial chaos, they became organized.When everyone gathered together, a strange peace came to the city again.

The weather is a bit cold today.

The cold wave is coming, which means winter is coming.

Wei Jin stood behind Jing Shuo and watched him change into clothes.OK.

"I don't understand, what does what they want have to do with you? In a sense, I am worth hanging more than you."

Jing Shuo tightened the button and said, "It doesn't matter who was hanged. What matters is who was sitting on this chair before they arrived. And who was sitting on this chair. And because of that It is my choice to die."

Jing Shuo said.

"All right……"

A temporary high platform was built in the inner city. It was a mixture of wood and metal and was very crude.

Jing Shuo walked out and walked over step by step.

The crowd below began to roar, and most of them didn't know why they were roaring. It was just that everyone was roaring, and they wanted to merge in.

"Hang him!"

"Hang him!"

Jing Shuo nodded and responded to them: "Hang me!"

In the vast crowd, he couldn't see a single familiar face, they were all unfamiliar and ferocious.horrifying.

Jing Shuo was not afraid. He walked into the rope circle and pulled in the rope.

The wooden planks beneath my feet suddenly fell off.

struggle.

pain.

"How about it? Watching yourself hanged?" Zuo Yan's voice sounded next to Jing Shuo.

The two of them were standing on the stage, but everyone seemed to ignore them. This was all due to Zuo Yan's core ability. After Wen Yan strengthened it, it had improved by more than one order of magnitude and could bring people into Invisible state.As for the scene on the gallows...

It's a real fantasy.

"We must open up the people's wisdom. It is very important to open up the people's wisdom."

Zuo Yan burst out laughing: "Looking at history makes you crazy."

"Maybe."

(End of this chapter)