Are you human?

Fu Lianyu's memory was no longer clear after he leaped over the boundary between inside and outside the circle, crossed the moat, drew a beautiful curve in the air, and finally landed in the hive.

So he opened his eyes and saw that he was locked on a chair, with nothing in all directions, and he felt that this scene was quite reasonable.

— Unreasonable is the woman sitting in front of him.

The other party was sipping tea without looking at him, and poured a lot of sugar into the tea by himself, stirred it clangingly, took a sip again, and then let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, crossed legs Also put it down.

"What are you pretending to be, you can't taste the taste." Fu Lianyu sneered, rolled his eyes, and moved his arm that was about to collapse, "It's just a robot that lives on memories. You've seen it all along, haven't you, 'Mother'?"

After hearing that address, the woman seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then put the teacup back on the tray, straightened her posture, put her hand on the left side of her leg for a while, and put it on the right side of her leg for a while, seeming a little uneasy: "Before — We weren’t like this before.”

"We don't have a past." Fu Lianyu stared straight at the face he was very familiar with, "I have never regarded a robot as my mother."

"Snapped."

The teacup hit him on the head, and the black tea in it poured all over Fu Lianyu's body, seeping in from his lips, it was so sweet that it was deadly sweet.

The woman stood in front of him, trembling all over, as if she was angry: "Why am I not your mother?"

Fu Lianyu shook his head, gritted his teeth and leaned back, with a condescending attitude: "Where is Onion?"

Hearing this question, the other party changed his posture again, pulled the chair closer, and wiped the water stains on his face with his sleeves, like an ordinary mother talking to her child: "I will take you to see him right now. .”

Like pushing a wheelchair, the woman pushed Fu Lianyu's stool all the way forward, through a long corridor, and finally stopped in front of the big screen.

And on the screen, there is a real-time broadcast of the same room from different angles, just like watching a movie, Fu Lianyu watched with great interest as the core standing next to Congcong who was still unconscious, and in the middle of the room stood a man in a fine attire. The clone, sitting motionless on the same chair as in the temple.

The first thing Congcong felt was that his hands were numb. He was used to being coaxed to sleep on the bed, but he couldn't adapt to the hard floor all of a sudden, so he turned sideways, squinted one eye, and glanced around. the whole room.

He knew that there was a person behind him, who looked different from ordinary people, as if he had no color, and his attitude towards him was not very good.

But he didn't pay much attention to it. There are too many people who treat him well in this world, and it makes him feel a little strange to have someone who is not good all of a sudden.

But what he really cared about was the person sitting on the high platform.

He had seen that person on the authentic screen, and when the husband saw him, he had some strange reactions.

"Arise, Messenger."

The person behind kicked him mercilessly, hitting his tailbone, the pain made him gasp, he got up, put his hands in front, and walked backwards: "Who are you, you, kick What do I do, and what is the messenger?"

The core is not surprised by his reaction. The memory about the messenger has been forcibly taken away. He should not remember it. The point of arresting him is not to give him back the memory, but to get it from experiments a few days ago. When the most successful clone gets in touch with the messenger, the clone suddenly loses its function, and the "person" who could talk, run and make trouble suddenly becomes a lifeless doll, sitting silently all day long. There was no reaction from the outside world.

And he didn't have many choices, after all, it didn't use the best samples to experiment in the best place from the beginning, and the results obtained were not ideal.

"Do you want to know?" Core stepped forward, pressing Congcong step by step, "Are you curious, what is your lost memory like?"

Congcong thought to himself, this person might not have a brain problem, he only found out a few days ago that he is not a robot, and he has just established a relationship with Fu Lianyu, where did he get the time to think about these messy things, but subconsciously he felt People are not easy to mess with, so I followed the other person's words and received: "Yes, you know?"

"He knows better than I do."

The core pointed to the wooden clone on the high platform, which was a little far away. Cong Cong looked at it with squinted eyes, but he didn't have the ability to see through. He really couldn't see the appearance of that person clearly through the tassels.

He tentatively took two steps in that direction. The person standing beside him not only did not stop him, but made a gesture of "please". in front of the man.

"...Hi?" Congcong was at a loss for words for a moment, and then remembered that he didn't know the other person's name, so he asked casually, "I'm Congcong, what's your name?"

For a while, the man didn't move at all, and the tassels in front of him didn't shake. Cong Cong almost thought he was a dead person, but when the other party raised his head, his voice was hoarse and familiar: "Fu Yu."

"what?!"

This time the man's reaction became faster, and he quickly answered again: "Fu Yu."

The delicate tassels were torn off, and the face exactly like him appeared in front of his eyes, but without any emotion, his eyes were empty and scattered, and he didn't know where he was looking.

Congcong only felt that there was a thunderbolt, and he thought it would take a lot of time to find that "Fu Yu", but he didn't expect that it would take no effort, and it was without Fu Lianyu's knowledge.

"Cough cough," Congcong coughed twice in a low voice. He didn't know whether it was excitement or nervousness. He turned around and looked at the person below him. I said "thank you" to him, and then turned around and asked in a low voice, "You are Fu Yu? You and Mr.... What is your relationship with Fu Lianyu?"

"Fu Yu" changed when he heard the name, his eyes slowly focused, and he turned his face to Luong Cong, without answering, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Congcong was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, but he didn't dare to do anything to the other party, so he stomped his feet and asked again unwillingly: "What's your relationship with Mr.? Did he like you before? Let me tell you, he doesn't like you anymore. is you!"

The expression of "Fu Yu" became confused again. He frowned and looked at Cong Cong. Cong Cong had never seen such a weird expression on his face. His eyes made goose bumps, and he realized something was wrong. He wanted to turn around and run away, but was grabbed by the opponent.

The slender arm was still clasped with a heavy iron chain, and Congcong realized that his wrist and ankle had been twisted and fractured, twisted and drooping, but he tightly clasped his hand, scratching at his skin. Dig blood.

"Let me go! Help, help! Sir, sir, help!"

"It's okay, we can still integrate."

"Fu Yu" spoke word by word, obviously still the familiar voice, only this time Cong Cong heard something strange, the voice didn't seem to be speaking by one person, but it seemed that there were countless voices with the same voice People were shouting at him, their lips and tongue were so red that they could bleed, like a snake spitting out red letters to bite him to death.

"What! What are you! Don't touch me!"

Congcong stepped on the chair and used his strength to turn the person on him down. Before he got up again, the stool around him seemed to be alive. He was swallowed by the softened stool, and he was stuck motionless. in.

"Fu Yu" who fell on the stairs was also teleported back, and another identical chair appeared next to him, and he was "placed" on it again. The two sat face to face, and the scene looked indescribably weird.

"Come and see."

At some point, the core circled behind Congcong's back, and his hands rested on his shoulders, which felt icy cold to the touch, and half of his body was instantly paralyzed and unable to move.

The hand seemed to push him, pushing him into a cloud of mist. The mist dispersed, and a beam of light came in through the hole. The edge of the hole was rough, and it was not cut out by tools at first glance.

His eyes came to the entrance of the cave, and he opened his eyes wide to look down, only to see the man standing below him, looking up the entrance of the cave.

He was so frightened that he immediately raised his head, but the expected punishment did not come, so he tentatively looked down again. The man shrugged helplessly, signaling to him that the nannies had left.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and thought of other ideas, and was about to throw down the little flower he tore up when he was bored, but the man walked away.

He sat numbly for a while, and then got up to make trouble again, but was shocked by the electric shock in the confinement room, and the paper flower was burned without a trace.

——Also, who cares about a small broken flower.

In a scene change, he meets the man again, who comes to tell him that he has been chosen as the messenger.

He was a little happy to see the other party again, and innocently asked him what the messenger was, but the man didn't answer, and sent him to prepare to leave, but when he saw that he was a little disappointed, he stopped in his tracks.

"Is there anything you particularly like?"

"Well... I like Alice."

"It's not like this," the man patted his head, "It's like a small animal."

He originally wanted to say rabbit, but before he could speak, he stopped again.

"I want a tree."

"Tree?"

"Well, a tree with lots of little flowers."

The picture was broken again, he was being hugged and not allowed to move, his throat was completely broken from crying, he was still suffering from a high fever, and his headache was about to explode, but he was still shouting: "Where is Yin Qing? Where did Yin Qing go? Yin Qing Green!"

"She will come back, shhh, stop shouting."

"No, I don't want, I want Yin Qing, I want Yin Qing!"

A mechanical voice in the background said: "The amnestic operation is ready."

"I don't want it, please, I don't want it, please, please..."

"Go to sleep, everything is over, good boy."

Then he walked up to the high platform indifferently in a fine attire, and was locked in that narrow position, answering the pilgrims' questions blankly.

The man stepped forward and knelt upright in front of him, but there was no fear in his eyes like others.

"...

...Do you have anything to say? "

"What are you thinking now?"

The man shouted his honorific title, but he didn't look respectful at all.

He simply ignored him and looked at the distant sky by himself.

No clouds, no birds, no blue, just gray.

When the time came, the man was taken away, and when he finished his day's work and walked back to the empty courtyard alone, he realized that something was different.

A big tree was planted in the yard, and at the end of the branches was a bright starry sky.

He walked forward, touched the rough bark, and couldn't help crying.

And the pink flowers bloomed on the tree, just as frequently as his teardrops fell to the ground, and it rained flowers.

That was the first time he found the secret on the tree, he could run to the back mountain and see the gods of the former people inside.

He once accidentally smashed one, and it turned out to be hollow inside.

What is the so-called god?

He stood under the towering Buddha, his legs were sore from standing there, and he couldn't figure out why.

The sound of a branch breaking came from behind him. He thought it was those people who came to arrest him again, but when he turned his head to look, it was a man with a familiar face.

— He should have seen it during a pilgrimage, but he couldn't remember.

There was no communication between the two, not even eye contact, the man went straight to the Buddha statue, clasped his hands together, and bowed.

At that moment, he only felt a wind blowing in his heart, causing a pool of ripples.

Later, he learned not to think about so many problems, learned to sit in a chair all day without struggling, learned to sit under a peach blossom tree and drink alone, learned to run all over the mountains and plains by himself, and learned to deal with it heartlessly. There are many problems in this world.

No more smashing the furniture because of the approaching pilgrimage, no more trying to break through the glass cover outside because of being trapped in a temple, no more cutting with a knife because there is only one robot around who can't chat with him His own arm, watching the blood flow all over the body.

He will never cross the vast snowfield again to see the sunrise that he can't see at all.

So when Fu Lianyu appeared by his side as a person, he was really happy.

He is really too lonely, so lonely that he can't feel the passage of time, the passing of time, and the meaning of life.

"Come on, merge with us and become an immortal life form." The core voice rang in his ear, bewitching him to make a choice, "Let Fu Lianyu love you forever, isn't it good?"

Congcong wiped away tears, sniffed, and laughed.

"Forever? What's the good of that." He stepped forward, towards the former self, "I was born as a human being, and with my own consciousness, I took a limited life to love someone passionately."

He clenched his fist with one hand and slammed it hard on "Fu Yu"'s face.

"How fortunate I have been in this short and lonely life."