[Light Cut] Dwelling Skin

In a secluded parking lot, they sneaked into the depths like two black ghosts, and quietly got into one of the cars, sitting on the driver's seat and the passenger seat on the left and right. It was an old commercial sedan with a faint musty smell in the compartment.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Kuriyama. There's something I need to tell you." He said, "I'm not a humanoid."

Onikiri pulled himself out from the contemplation of the past, sat up straight suddenly, the man raised his hands:

"do not worry."

"who are you?"

"A nice guy trying to help you."

He watched the person in front of him raise his left wrist. There was originally a red number there. As he wiped it with the back of his hand, the number gradually blurred and blurred, as if written with a marker pen.

"How do you prove yourself?"

"If I were a policeman, I could arrest you directly with violence, and I don't need to beat around the bush like I do now."

"Why are you lying?"

"Otherwise, you might not be able to trust me at first."

"Where are you taking me?"

"Send you out of the country to City S. It's a tourist city with loose customs policies. I can temporarily get you an ID there."

"How did you find me?"

"To be honest, it's really a coincidence. Not long before I met you, I just went to that high school for a little personal work. I just came out of it and happened to meet you walking on the street."

"So you know there's a test there."

"That's right." He said, his eyes began to flicker, "But I'm still surprised to see you in broad daylight, who would have thought that Minamoto Raimitsu would have the ability to escape the surveillance of the censorship bureau and hide you tightly at home , and let those die-hard examiners believe that you are still at large."

"He has always been good at lying." Onikiri sneered, "Human beings are like this."

"You're not the only one being lied to."

"Explain what this sentence means."

"Before leaving the factory, all simulated human beings have to undergo unified identity registration in the municipal government administration." They need to wear name tags and mark them, which is not only for the convenience of management, but also for ordinary people to have a way to follow them. The real person can tell it apart, but your existence proves the fact that Xingyun has hidden unregistered simulated people. There is reason to believe that this kind of thing may have been done more than once by Yuan Laiguang—perhaps there are other fake real person identities in the city, A fish that slipped through the net living among the citizens. "Kuriyama said.

Surprised, Onikiri blurted out:

"He can't...he won't...."

As soon as the words came out, he realized his situation—from his current position, it seemed ridiculous to defend Minamoto Raimiko, so he swallowed the rest, adjusted his breathing, and said:

"He didn't tell me anything."

He felt the fabric of the pajamas touching his skin like a mosquito bite, and he recalled Momo Raiko's words.You don't know what I've done for you.During those days and nights of confinement in the basement, Minamoto Raimitsu never talked to him about what he encountered outside.

"So," Kuriyama thought, "he obviously protected you so well that you didn't know anything about it."

These words made Onikiri come to his senses, and there was a trembling pain on his skin.

"Smuggling a human emulator is also a crime. I don't believe that human beings would be so kind for a lowly emulator for no reason." He said slowly, uttering words through his teeth, "You'd better explain it to me Your purpose...."

"That's right, for you, there is no place for you here, you need the help of human beings to be able to leave here, and I...

Kuriyama fumbled in his pocket, and found a certificate, the plastic case was stamped with the stamp of a certain news agency.

"Nebula is a big company, you understand? People like to read the conspiracy stories hidden behind the big capitalists, like 'the acquaintance around me turned out to be a simulation person', or 'The founder of Nebula used the gene of an old lover to develop a simulation person and secretly hid it. The possibility of "at home" will definitely arouse heated discussions among the public. For a news reporter, you are the key witness. We will deal fairly with this matter, and everyone will get what they want."

So now the truth finally came to light - Onikiri stared at the face of the man in front of him, he knew that there was no such thing as a "coincidence" of a chance encounter, and the reporter must have made sufficient preparations for this meticulous non-violent hijacking.

"If you don't want to cooperate, you can refuse, and I won't make things difficult for you," Kuriyama finally said, seemingly giving up, "but I advise you, don't let go of the only chance to save yourself."

"Rescue?" Onikiri repeated in a daze.

"Leaving Minamoto Raimitsu is the best thing for you, isn't it?" he said.

He stepped on the pedal preparatoryly, the engine hummed, the wipers gently swept the rain on the glass, and the cabin was filled with the smell of engine oil and artificial leather.

"Tell me about your plan." Onikiri said suddenly.

"There is a way for you to exit the country smoothly." The reporter said, with a sigh of relief, "I have a friend who works in the Exit-Entry Administration Bureau, he can temporarily modify the database with administrator privileges, and put other innocent cities The resident’s information is temporarily replaced with yours, so that you won’t encounter obstacles when you leave the country, of course, this requires your facial information.”

"I can no longer be ostentatious in public."

"There will be a masquerade party in the basement of the 'Estrella' tavern the day after tomorrow. Every participant needs to wear a mask to hide their true face. I will arrange for each of you to get an admission ticket. We can meet him there," Kuriyama said.

In the southwestern area of ​​the city indicated by the map, the two got out of the car. Li Shan looked around and found nothing suspicious. He just bent down and pulled a hidden lock on the rolling door of the warehouse, signaling the ghost to enter.

"Well, you look tired too, you can rest, what more do you need?" he said.

"Give me a tablet." Onikiri said.

After Kuriyama left, he lay on the sandbags in the warehouse, hungrily reading the news of the past month or two like a sponge absorbing water.

Before a report titled [Police in a coma due to head injury during the arrest of the simulated man], he stopped his fingers and his eyes fell on the figure on the cover of the video.

He clicked on the video, and the figure appeared clearly. It was the old woman who brought him home and gave him a bowl of soup when he was hungry. In the video, she was sitting by the hospital bed, pulling The curtain covered the figure inside, the old woman had disheveled hair, red eyes, and white lips, facing the camera, murmuring some disordered words, Guiqie suddenly remembered that on that night, she really treated herself As mentioned, he has a policeman son.

"My son was badly injured by these ems...I hate them...I'm going to kill them all if he doesn't wake up because of this..."

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that everything that happened in the past was ridiculous. He pressed the tablet face down into the sandbag and sighed.

Onikiri stood in the middle of the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, and he could even feel the heat from the skin of the people around him. He was wearing an Onikiri mask just in case, and he also wore a short white wig and a pair of contact lenses , there is still a voice changer hidden in his mouth, his pajamas have been changed, replaced by a shiny exaggerated outfit, brightly colored, blinding to the eye, tightly stretched on the body, it seems that he doesn't know What does the ergonomic cut mean - it's the clothes the journalists gave him and told him that it's not normal to be too normal for an occasion like this, but it worked out really well: he's on the ground floor of the tavern now, He successfully blended into a group of people dressed in strange shapes. He was with the reporter, pretending to have a casual chat, and everyone around him was drunk and seemed happy. The air was full of alcohol. Stinks, no one notices him.

From time to time, he carefully touched his chin and the edge of the mask to see if he was showing any signs, while recalling Kuriyama's instructions:

You'll see a tall guy wearing a ghost mask like you—here, so tall, half a head taller than you, and when the band starts playing "Across the Crazy City," you walk up to him Say "we seem to have met somewhere", and he will answer you "maybe we really know each other", when everyone's attention is drawn by the band and start shaking their heads and yelling, my friend has enough It’s time to scan your face information into the system...but you have to pay attention...don’t mistake the person, there are so many people on that occasion, don’t miss your real identity.. .....

"The band is here! They're here!" Someone in the middle of the room suddenly shouted, pointing at the stage.

"Get out of the way, out of the way, I can't see!"

"Seize the opportunity." Kuriyama whispered, and then gathered in the direction of the flow of people.

The lights dimmed, and a beam of spotlight hit the four people on the stage. The stage became the lowest point, and everyone rushed to the edge of the stage, gathering around them like locusts.

Together with the singing of "Flying Over the Crazy City", the whole venue fell into a carnival, the sound waves shook the floor, and Onikiri stood on tiptoe, and glanced back and forth over layers of black excited people's heads—if so The reporter said he was so tall, he must be very conspicuous, where is he...

He found the man on the outskirts of the crowd. He was tall and slender, and he was wearing an oni mask that was exactly the same as himself. The reason why Onikir was convinced that this was the man he was looking for was that he, like himself, stood far from the center of the stage. Far away, there is no second person around, as if he is an outsider in this lively place.

Onikiri took a few steps forward, stopped again, pretended to be attracted by the stage, turned his head, and stared at the bass player's sweaty long silver hair—somehow, the figure of that person made him feel strange, When approaching him, he almost instinctively had an ominous premonition.

"We seem to have met somewhere." A male voice said.

Onikiri's heart stopped beating, and the moment he heard that voice, he had already lost consciousness.He felt his blood pressure rise, and the rapid blood flow seemed to tear his lungs apart. He raised his head and saw the outline of that face. When those eyes touched his face, he suddenly became absent-minded, as if he had been cursed. Take away the soul.

"who are you?"

Onikiri stood there, as if rooted, motionless, eyes fixed on the ground.

"We seem to have met somewhere."

The man repeated it again.

Through the hole in the ferocious Onigiri mask, Onikiri saw the familiar pair of dark red pupils—no matter how ridiculous the attire, no matter how dim the light, as long as he took a look, he could immediately turn Qiansi from the eyes. Identify and describe the complete appearance of that person from hundreds of strands of evidence.

It's Minamoto Raikou.

For the first time, Onikiri calmly looked straight into Minamoto's eyes, and he had regained his self-control.

Minamoto Raimitsu's question actually matched the opening remarks he had originally prepared, which is undoubtedly destined in the dark.

He felt that the person in front of him stretched out his hand, wanting to put it on his shoulder, so he quickly took a step back and avoided him, but the movement was not smooth, almost tripping his feet.

"You may be mistaken, sir." Onikiri said.