Overturned Tower

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Under the guidance of the monkey-faced eagle, Russell and Ringo arrived at their destination without flying for too long.

It was an ordinary-looking residential area, not too far from here.

In terms of the distance on the map alone, it is less than four kilometers.

The difference is that the place where Chen Gap originally lived was on the top floor of a high-rise building, with a small single-family villa full of sunlight.

But the location given by Monkey Face Eagle is closer to the ground—specifically, the second floor.

Russell got off the floating car, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky.

Although it was close to noon, the sun was hardly visible. The pitch-black high-rises rose from the ground, like giant swords, straight to the ground, giving people an undeniable chilling air. Those shimmering lights that emerged from the gaps are more like wounds cut from the night sky, oozing out the blood of light that should not appear in the dark night.

It was clearly daytime, but there were lights all around.

Not just the first floor of the ground floor, but every floor and every household.

In a dark corner like the bottom of an abyss, it is noisy and crowded, like a busy city.

It is said to be a residential area, but it is more like a large shopping mall. The respective shops are all open to the outside, occupying a small area, and there are no tasteful signs. Instead, it highlights a flickering signboard with different flickering frequencies, which are fixed at the entrances of these shops.

Because of the lack of space, some signboards are even inserted directly in the middle of the two storefronts. The signboard is divided into two horizontally, with a "sour soup meatball ↑" written on it, and "foot massage →" written below.

And those with closed doors interspersed among the shops are houses for civilians.

In fact, those shops are usually divided into two. This side is a store, and the cash register or the kitchen curtain is lowered. On the other side of the curtain is the space for living, from the shop to the living room or even the bedroom.

"Most of these stores are not businessmen who specialize in business. About 64% of the families will choose to open at least one store. Relying on their own craftsmanship, they can earn some extra money.

The voice of the monkey-faced eagle sounded in Russell's mind: "Because for them, life is hopeless. They can only rely on this method to save money and save living expenses."

If there is no shop, the living space may be slightly more spacious.

But that kind of spaciousness doesn't mean much either.

When comparing and choosing between "a spacious living environment" and "a very stable income", the former becomes a luxury.

"Different from Happy Island...Happy Island has a special 'correctness' on the surface, that is the 'happiness system'. In order to maintain her power of holy rank, Chairman Sai Lun is committed to making residents feel 'Happiness'. The 'happiness system' was born according to the judgment standard of the power of holy orders, which quantifies the happiness of the whole island in real time,

"And being unemployed is an obvious form of 'unhappiness'.

"Because of this, people will be placed in some meaningless jobs. Unless it is necessary and there are good reasons, the company is not allowed to dismiss any employees at will.

"But in Tongshen Island, this is absolutely impossible preferential treatment - in order to reduce the cost of human resources, it is quite a routine operation in Tongshen Island to repeatedly fire employees whose internship period is about to expire. On the other side of being unemployed at any time, That is, you can 'find a job' at any time. However, the jobs found through this way must be tiring and poorly paid.

"In other words, with the hard work of a large number of top scientists, Tongshen Island does not need a 'middle level'. Because they do not need their own talent training mechanism, the university of Tongshen Island is also the most advanced among the seven empty islands. Poor.

"If you need any talents, you can directly spend a lot of money to poach people from other empty islands to immigrate. The scholars you dig will naturally fill this technology tree from top to bottom and bring new jobs. People born here , If you can't become a top talent, you can only become a 'hard worker' as a consumable.

"This is the reason why Tongshen Island is full of factories and individual shops - those who are unwilling to work, or those who worry that they may be fired at any time, need a stable shop as a source of income.

"For them, maintaining their own shops is more important than serious work."

The synthetic voice of the monkey-faced eagle did not reveal any emotional fluctuations. Instead, it looked like a dull and emotional broadcast host, chanting a press release with no expression on his face.

"Surprised, my lord hero."

"You must have never seen people living together in such a blending manner."

"What you said... those who didn't know thought you were a native resident of Tongshen Island."

Russell just chuckled, and responded in a low voice: "Strictly speaking, you haven't lived here even a single day."

"That's not necessarily true, my lord hero..."

The monkey-faced eagle said calmly.

Russell, on the other hand, passed the meatball shop amidst the whisper of the monkey-faced eagle.

After swiping the prosthetic body on the door, the door was pushed open smoothly.

People coming and going from the second floor did not pay attention to Russell. On the contrary, from the railings on the third, fourth, and fifth floors, the gangsters lying on their stomachs drinking, or laughing and playing, pointed at Russell and looked contemptuous.

After Russell entered the door, he saw only darkness.

Ringo followed behind Russell, squeezed in, and closed the door smoothly.

Russell doesn't need to turn on the lights in the room. Just from the neon lights leaking in from the window and the light overflowing from the moment the door was opened, one could see a figure sitting in the hall.

She was sitting upright in a wheelchair, wearing a jacket with loose cuffs.

And at this moment, she was holding a gun and aiming at Russell calmly.

The silhouette of the figure looked petite, and the long straight black hair hung down against the cold neon lights.

And the dim yellow calm eyes are like two bright lights lit up in the night.

The shadows of the day cast on her cheeks. Blocks most expressions.

Russell watched as she opened her mouth slightly, her small and delicate lips parted slightly, and a cold and immature voice came:

"—how can you be sure that I haven't lived a single day here?"

The voice of the monkey-faced eagle in Russell's mind overlapped with the crisp voice of the girl in front of him.

And Russell looked at everything in front of him calmly.

His emerald green pupils have turned into vertical pupils, and the night vision talent from his relatives is working.

Lingo felt a slight crisis, and the pink light in his pupils suddenly lit up.

Unlike Russell, she has no night vision.

"I'm going to turn on the light, Mr. Ultramarine."

She lowered her voice and said softly, "Be careful not to be caught off guard."

Immediately afterwards, she fumbled to turn on the light in the room.

The girl holding the gun did not move the muzzle, but still aimed at Russell's heart, motionless.

When Ringo turned on the light, he suddenly felt numb down his back—

Not only because of the gun, but also because she saw that there was more than one person in the room.

Strictly speaking, it is "full of people".

Not seven or eight, but twenty or thirty.

Except for the girl who opened her eyes, everyone else had their eyes closed.

They were male or female, as if they were dead. It was also like a doll shop that had been smashed, the dolls were scattered all over the place, revealing a gloomy atmosphere. The overcrowded atmosphere made it look like a warehouse.

Including the girl in the wheelchair, all the "dolls" looked to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old.

What they have in common is that, except for the girl in the wheelchair who has long, smooth black hair, everyone else has white hair.

Russell could clearly recognize that the prosthetic bodies they used were all relatively cheap—except for the prosthetic body used on the girl with long black hair and straight hair, which was quite expensive.

"Should I...what should I call you?"

Russell said calmly: "Monkey-faced eagle? Or...

"—Naraku-7?"

"You really can understand all this smoothly."

The monkey-faced eagle program in Russell's brain did not speak any more.

The person who answered was the expressionless black-haired girl in front of Russell.

She also calmly made a clear and clear voice like a wind chime: "This is probably the difference in 'performance'.

"Your talent and talent really amaze me. But there are some things that cannot be solved by 'talent'."

"Naraku-7" is petite and wears a junior high school uniform. A dim yellow light similar to Russell's was shining in his eyes.

That steady and dazzling firelight is exactly the aura of psionic energy.

"Those people are your kind."

Russell's eyes did not waver at all, but kept staring at Naraku-7.

It's not because she's worried about the gun in her hand—with Russell's reaction speed, at this distance, he can definitely eject and start the moment he pulls the trigger.

He believed that the "monkey-faced eagle", who was also born in Happy Island and had turned into an electronic ghost before arriving at Tongshen Island, would be able to understand what Russell did on the airship back then.

She would raise the gun at this point, not to threaten Russell's life.

Instead, it is expressing a willingness to "don't continue to approach".

Russell, on the other hand, kept his distance and respect—looking at Naluo-7 who was sitting in a wheelchair at the door.

"You shouldn't have a disability."

Russell suddenly asked, "What's the significance of that wheelchair?"

"It's the base of the bomb."

Naraku-7 replied calmly: "It is a bomb that can blow up this building once it is activated. It can blow everyone into the sky with a 'boom'."

"So, the gun in your hand..."

"It's the igniter."

The girl made a crisp voice: "The igniter of the bomb. It will explode when you press it, and it will explode when you leave your hand. It will also explode when I die.

"I don't have the mentality of retaliating against society like Tiansong. This is just a backhand that I hope I will never use to start a backup plan."

"I'm very happy that you didn't act rashly. This means that we can probably have a good talk."

The innocent tone was like pointing at a butterfly and pronouncing the other party's scientific name.

If one ignores the soul of a middle-aged man who died nearly ten years ago under the body of the other party...

Maybe you will feel a bit refined and cool and cute.

On the other hand, Lingo could only feel the cold sweat breaking out.

——The moment she turned on the light and saw the gun, she wanted to use her spiritual power to glue the gun to her.

But she thought about it before making the move, which might destroy Russell's plan. So she planned to wait for Russell's order before making a move.

...If she had just short-circuited her brain just now, and her hands were faster than her brain for a split second...I'm afraid everyone would have been blown away by now.

"Because I almost guessed it before."

Russell sighed: "Synthetics and humans...or in other words, what is the biggest difference between a mind that has been uploaded and a soul that is imprisoned in a body?

"When I realized this, I probably knew it...Let Naraku-7 suddenly master the knowledge that she should not know and should not master, and let her awaken the psychic power that should not have appeared in the synthetic human. Even gave What is the body of the "Poison Radio Wave" that produced more advanced software than the "Creation God Project".

"—It's you, monkey-faced eagle."

"Good guess."

Hearing this, the corner of the girl's mouth rose slightly for the first time: "The question you asked shows that you have already touched the essence. You are indeed the student brought out by that monster."

It's not a carefree smile like a girl's, but with a hint of arrogance and satisfaction—it's like the joy a professor feels when he sees a student give the most correct answer to his question.

From the girl's calm and delicate artificial face, Russell seemed to be able to see the approving gaze of the middle-aged man who couldn't see the face projected from behind her.

"What is the biggest difference between the mind that has been uploaded and the soul that is imprisoned in the body? The answer is easy to think of, and that is the only answer.

"That is, the consciousness transformed into a digital form can be stolen, usurped, peeped, modified, and copied.

"It is the same as other data. No matter what kind of encryption and protection it undergoes, it is also based on the protection of the code layer. As a form of pure data, it can be easily 'copied'.

"When a person is uploaded, there is only one 'mother'. But if necessary, it can be copied into hundreds or thousands of copies, and then sent back to the world.

"At that time, which individual will be the real 'matrix'?

"—I'm very curious about this. So when Naraku-6 was undergoing Nirvana, the data called 'Monkey-faced Eagle Program' was injected into her thinking information.

"A theoretically impossible task.

"The true fusion of two human beings into one.

"I've done this experiment ~www.readwn.com~ the first ever experiment in human history.

"It is I who is in front of you now—neither Naraku 7 nor monkey-faced eagle.

"An artificially fabricated soul, an artificially created body... mixed with the intellectual thinking of real human beings. The integration of artificial and natural, male and female, mature and immature, experimenter and victim The unity of the experimenter - the unity of life and death. At this point, who is the 'clutter in the mind'?

"—There is no doubt that today's 'I' is the fusion of hypocrisy and truth. Liangyi in 'Tai Chi'.

"You can call me... Twilight.

"This is the new name I gave myself. Like the boundary between day and night, like the hue of my psychic power."