[Light Cut] Dwelling Skin

Beside the gate, two scavengers are standing guard on one left and one on the right. They are slightly smaller than the ones Onikiri saw in the city, and they have the crimson mark of the police station on their bodies. When the police car drives into the gate of the police station, Onikiri Che noticed that their yellow eyes rolled, staring warily in his direction, like two loyal and menacing watchdogs.

In the interrogation room illuminated by cold light, the police fumbled through Onikiri’s pockets quite unceremoniously—he was wearing an electric shock collar around his neck, and he was not allowed to move freely:

"Citizenship number?" he said rudely, and Onikiri caught a glimpse of Suzuki written on his name tag.

"46067906."

"Check it out." Suzuki said to his colleague Matsuda. Seeing him busy on the keyboard, he continued to question, "Name?"

"Ghost cut."

"Profession?"

"I work for 'Nebula'."

"Xing Yun?" He showed a suspicious look.

"Yes." Onikiri held his breath, "My immediate supervisor is Minamoto Raimitsu, and I am his personal assistant."

When Suzuki spoke again, his attitude had obviously softened a lot.

"To be honest, I was surprised." Suzuki said, "You don't look like a strong figure, but you can fight so well."

"No, sir," he said, "I'm more surprised than you."

Onikiri lowered his eyes and stared at his hand. Apart from some slight bruises caused by punching, there were no other scars on it. Even he himself felt unbelievable: when would he be able to knock down three hands with ease? Strong grown male?

"Those three hooligans have been sent to the hospital. You beat them really hard—" the policeman went on. Come to put up the security deposit for you, but I don't think it's a big problem for your good boss."

"Really?" he said, with a strong sense of shame.

When he thinks of Minamoto Raimitsu, he almost puts all his anger behind him: ——As Minamoto Raimitsu's subordinate, he actually got into a situation because of a fight with someone: If such a thing spreads, it will definitely be To disgrace a person like him, Guiqi didn't know how to face him again after he went out.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered another thing:

"What happened to the dummy girl?"

"The people in the recycling center took her away. Her injuries are too serious, and treatment may be a waste of time, so..."

He stopped, because Onikiri suddenly raised his head and stared at him closely.

"I can understand your impulsiveness," he said logically, "after all, the sim girls are pretty, and you're a young guy, but, uh—you know, these sims are short-lived and can't keep up with Let's have children, huh? Listen to my advice, don't be a good person for them in the future."

He paused to see what effect his persuasion had had.But Onikiri remained motionless; his gaze moved down slowly, and landed on the corner of his clothes—there was a nearly black blood stain there, and he turned back to meet the bewildered eyes of the policeman.

"So," he said slowly, "you killed her, and those bastards are lying around in the hospital, alive and well."

"On the bright side," said the policeman, "it's at least a momentary affair, and she won't suffer."

"If I were her," Onikiri said, "Even if I'm tortured, I'd die a little slower, so I have time to sue you." His elbow hit the corner of the table heavily, and with a loud clang, the cup on the table was crushed There was a jolt, a drop or two of cold coffee popped out—then he felt numb all over, stuck against the back of the chair, and twitched stiffly, and the policeman activated the shock collar with the remote control, making him apologize for his recklessness. Paid the price.

“This empathy is commendable,” the officer said, glancing at the collar around his neck, glad to see it was still functioning, “but they were just doing their job,” he said.

"There's nothing easier than putting the victim to death," he said. "Just because she's a simulation makes a difference."

"Strange." The policeman said, "I thought the people who worked for 'Xingyun' had a clear understanding of this point long ago."

They stared at each other, the policeman was smug, and Onikiri, wearing the collar, looked like a muzzled German shepherd, restless and aggressive, but couldn't bite anyone.

"This is not your number."

Matsuda said behind Onikiri's back.

Both Onikiri and Suzuki turned their heads at the same time.

"It's impossible." Onikiri said, distracted, "Check again, 46067906, right?"

"I'm not sure." Matsuda shook his head, "Look..."

He turned the computer around, and a photo of his ID was displayed on the screen.

The young man in the photo is similar to Onikiri in facial features, and at first glance he can almost be fooled, but Onikiri's eyeballs have a natural thin scar birthmark in the center, while this person's eyelids are smooth and smooth.

Onikiri stood motionless, looked at the image, and said:

"How is this going?"

His voice was full of confusion: as long as he could remember, he had this scar, and it would never disappear without a trace.

"Look at the camera." Matsuda asked, so he turned to the small electronic eye. At this time, he was still full of confidence. After a short focus, the mechanical announcement sounded from the speaker, showing that the facial matching degree was less than 70%. Verification failed.

"Aha, this is different." Suzuki said, restrained his smile, and restored the expression he had just entered the door. "It seems that this guy is stealing someone else's identity."

He saw the rosy vitality disappearing from Onikiri's face little by little.

"There is a problem with the machine." Onikiri murmured, "I am Onikiri himself, and I know very well that there is nothing stolen, and I am exactly who I am."

He touched his body with both hands: "It must have been a mistake when entering the information, and put the face information of another person who looks like me in my profile, and asked me to call someone I know, They can prove that I am Onikiri."

Suzuki and Matsuda fell silent.

"I'm Onikiri," he said, repeating over and over again. "Believe it or not, I know I'm not lying."

At this moment, he had completely lost the spirit of a mad dog just now, and became helpless.

""We should test his Immorsi index. "Matsuda said, Suzuki and Matsuda exchanged glances, Suzuki nodded and said: "That's it. "

"What test?"

Onikiri interrupted their conversation, he stood there like an animal cornered, looking at this and then at that, his eyes confused.

"Dim test." Matsuda said, "Recently, there have been a lot of incidents of simulated people fleeing everywhere, you know? These people have concealed their original identities and mixed with ordinary people, causing chaos in law and order. We must make sure that you are not One of them."

"It's just ridiculous," he said. "I can tell you that I was born in the last two years of the war, grew up in this city, studied at Central University, and then entered 'Nebula'. It has been almost a year now."

"I heard that when Nebula made the first part of the simulations, because the technology was not yet mature, they implanted false memories from human beings," Suzuki said, "a complete set of virtual past, whether it is appearance or inner , he is exactly like a human being."

"But there is still one difference, although both human beings and artificial humans have the ability to perceive others-that is, the so-called empathy." Matsuda said, "Humans have greater empathy for humans than animals, while artificial humans have more empathy for others." Instinct dictated that he would feel more empathy for what happened to the Sim."

"Or I can send you to have a bone marrow test, that is the most accurate test method," Suzuki shrugged, "But it will take at least half a month for the results to come out,"

Ghost sits down slowly.

"You can't be sure if my reaction is fake or real."

"No one can control their sympathetic nerves," Suzuki said impatiently. "Now, come with me."

Onikiri sat at another table, and the instrument on the table looked like something used to test eyesight. He asked Onikiri to put his chin on the rubber mat and said:

"I'm going to ask you a few questions next. It will capture your facial reaction and test your pupil reaction speed, heart rate, skin tip contraction speed and other indices. Do you understand?"

"Let's start." Onikiri said, he was eager to prove his innocence, his eyes were pressed against the perspective mirror, and a frozen landscape was reflected in his field of vision.

"Walking in the downtown area, you suddenly saw that a policeman shot a humanoid, and he fell to the ground, and the people around him screamed and ran away."

When he finished speaking the last word, the index rose sharply and flashed to 0.6. There was a slight change. Both policemen glanced at Onikichi. There is no doubt that this is a very high empathy index.

"He didn't die," Suzuki said. "He grabbed a little human girl, put a knife to her neck, took her as his hostage, and tried to escape slowly. The little girl was crying hard."

"Children?" he said aloud. "This is simply unforgivable. Children are the most precious life these days."

The instrument beeped, the index rose, and stayed at 0.5. After a while, it still stayed at around 0.2, but the reaction time is the most important; Onikiri's response is obviously lagging behind.

"While he was letting his guard down, the scavenger came along and shot him in the head with a laser gun, the bullet went through the temple and he bled profusely."

This time, the index fluctuated wildly between 0.4 and 0.8, as restless as an epileptic patient.

Matsuda reached out and turned off the tester.

"The test is over," he said.

"Interesting." Suzuki said, "So, you are really an unregistered emulator—this also explains why you were able to beat up those three people with ease."

In another three or four hours, the sun will rise again, and he speculates about what to write in the headlines of tomorrow's news - Simulators are different from robots, and are strictly controlled by the government. Impersonating a human is absolutely against the law, especially the one in front of me is still the property of "Xingyun"...

"Does Minamoto know your identity?" Suzuki said, "Oh, he must know, maybe your memory was set by him, and you never doubted it at all?"

He looked at Onikiri, who was pale, staring down at the floor, and didn't answer him.

"I think he can't accept the reality." Matsuda whispered.

"Mr. Simulator." Suzuki approached him, took out the electronic handcuffs, and Onikiri sat there, still motionless and silent.

"I'm glad you showed such...restraint, which is convenient for both of us." He said, "In short, as long as you cooperate with our work and actively accept arrest, I don't want to make it too difficult for you. "

Onikiri's face has lost all expression, like a wax mask, his eyes are dim, it seems that the fire of life has been extinguished in his body, and what is sitting on the seat is just a shell.

"Don't you think," he said softly, speaking in a surprisingly calm voice, "that this is all very ridiculous?"

"Funny?" Suzuki took a few steps back, pulling a distance away from him, holding the remote control tightly with his left hand, and touched the gun at his waist with his right hand, "I think you have a brain problem."

He suddenly looked up and burst out into a nervous laugh.

"He's crazy," Matsuda said.

There was no response, just bursts of laughter, so loud and powerful that it made people's ears hurt slightly.

"Looks like a hysterical woman." Suzuki said annoyedly, "Laughing can't change anything, whether you knew your identity before or not, you have to accept the reality now, don't forget that you also injured three humans Citizen, Minamoto Raimitsu shouldn't have hidden a troublemaker like you!"

He carefully aimed the gun at Onikiri, the crazy laughter disappeared from Onikiri's lips, and he stared at the barrel of the gun as if he was staring at the floor just now——When facing a crisis, some simulations will lose the will to survive and choose to give up Resistance in order to die more quickly and with less pain.

Maybe the same is true for the one in front of him, he thought, seeing Onikiri finally look up.

"Don't expect me to catch you without a fight," said Onikiri.

There was a sharp pain in his leg, accompanied by the sound of something breaking, Onikiri kicked Suzuki's calf bone, the gun and the remote control fell from his hand, and slipped under the table, Suzuki knelt on the ground, Struggling to reach it, Onikiri stepped on the bone of his hand and snatched the gun and the remote control; he turned around and saw Matsuda pointing the gun at him, so he lowered his waist ahead of time, and heard the bullets hitting On the floor, from a large gap under the table, the barrel of the gun protruded and shot through Matsuda's palm.

Onikiri ran out of the inquiry room, and he didn't notice the painful groans behind him; he broke the access control system in front of the small door, squeezed out, and continued running towards the entrance when he first came.

There is another barrier at the entrance:——In the deep night, the scavenger crawled towards Onikiri, like a pack of wolves running in the dark, smelling the blood on his body, they were still far away from Onikiri From a distance, Onikiri had already seen the laser markings on their foreheads that were being charged, and they were gradually moving towards the full grid. Two beams of infrared light hit him, flickering.

"Go away."

He said.

He smashed their two pairs of mechanical compound eyes, from left to right, one by one.

The plastic shards exploded, and some small pieces splashed on his hands, and the feeling of smashing the scavenger's eyes, just like smashing the eyes of those thugs just now, made him feel sick and confused.

He strode out of the door, wrapped himself tightly in his coat in the desolate and cold night fog, he didn't know where he was going, where his destination was, his mind was numb and blank, he just let his feet lead him mechanically on the street.

A couple walked by, the woman walked away angrily, and the man followed behind, smiling and begging for mercy.

He wasn't far away when he suddenly heard a crisp slap, the woman slapped the man forcefully and shouted:

"fraud!"

Onikiri's body swayed, and the emotions that have been suppressed since just now spewed out. The word "liar" was like an iron awl, hitting his chest heavily.

For a moment, he couldn't even catch his breath.