He Yu is indeed the best keeper.

Because of his special physique, he will not be controlled by the loyalty chip. Although he has suffered a lot in the past three years, his loyalty has been tested many times in secret, but Xie Qingcheng is the first emperor. Things, he never revealed to anyone.

"When I can't leave the island, I often go to the underground laboratory to see my mother." He Yu said, "That is my only comfort on this island."

"Have you ever thought that she can indeed be resurrected?"

"Through the Mandela Metaverse?" He Yu chuckled, "That's not the real her."

"Duan Wen's blueprint can deceive a lot of people, but not me. The existence associated with 'Mandela' has been felt in my teens. You know it , Xie Qingcheng."

He paused and continued: "When I was a child, I didn't have any intimate relationships. In order to protect myself, my brain created an illusion, I imagined that I had the best fun Companion, projected the missing companionship on Xie Xue. I created another Xie Xue in my consciousness, and she will appear by my side every moment I need."

“…”

"But it's fake." He Yu said, "It's the Mandela effect."

"In fact, Xie Xue has never liked me as much as I thought, that's just a little comfort I gave myself. The same is true for the Mandela metaverse that Duan Cuizhen and the others are going to build. He Yu said, "The reason why people are human is because they have uncontrollable thoughts, they can feel joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, and the virtual reality created by uploading to the cloud, no matter how close it is to reality, even if it can be reproduced. Thought, it will not be the same person it used to be."

He Yu said: "On my sixteenth birthday, I have been disappointed once. I will not let myself be disappointed a second time."

It seems like an unpredictable future.

In fact, after he heard He Yu talk about Mandela's metaverse plan, he felt vaguely uneasy. Because this plan can sting to the weakest point of human nature.

Not everyone has experienced the "Mandela effect" like He Yu, and not everyone can resist the temptation of hallucinations.

Mandela Metaverse Project, from its theoretical framework, it can use numerical values ​​to recreate those who have died and give them the ability to think for themselves. That's why Duan Cuizhen said, "As long as the plan is successful, no one in this world is irreplaceable."

Dead relatives, friends you want to see, and even imaginary existences, even a virtual paper man, can be created by the Metaverse.

And when the emptiness of people's hearts is filled by these people, who would be willing to face the reality full of regrets?

With happiness and contentment, these sweets can make many people dizzy. The thirst for drugs makes addicts take risks and sell their daughters. The psychedelic pleasure and the temptation of money make drug dealers kill the police and completely indulge in star-making entertainment. People who lose their thinking ability have completely become a flow tool of capital and struggle puppets.

Just this level of mental anesthesia has already paralyzed so many people.

What kind of chaos would it be if the universe that Duan Huizhen said "you can get whatever you want" and "anything can be replaced" is really realized?

For example, the Metaverse creates an idol that is completely equivalent to a living person to accompany you day and night, but one day, that idol will completely disappear from your side, and the only way to keep it is to be the controller of the Metaverse Whatever you are asked to do, how many people will do it?

What about replacing idols with dead relatives?

How many people will do anything to keep parents, children, brothers and sisters...?

If there is such a day, then, did man create the two-dimensional world, or did the two-dimensional world control mankind?

Xie Qingcheng felt his heart beat fast, and he remembered the two "violent killings" he encountered. Those were just two people who replicated his parents' behavior and some of the habit of thinking, which had already made Zheng Jingfeng out of control and made himself punished.

If the technology is mature, are they Xie Ping and Zhou Muying who came back to him alive?

How sure is he that he can always realize that this is just an illusion and not his biological parents?

He Yu felt: "Your heartbeat is very strong."

“…”

"What are you thinking?"

"...Nothing." Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, and even his palms were covered in fine sweat.

He Yu turned his body closer to Xie Qingcheng, he seemed to be able to see Xie Qingcheng's heart: "It's scary, isn't it? The first time I understood the whole situation, it took three nights They didn't sleep well."

“…”

"But we still have time to stop all this." He Yu said, "The war will start soon, destroy Mandela Island, and send these lunatics back to hell, these horrors It won't happen. At least not in the future we can see."

Xie Qingcheng knew that he could no longer think deeply, this was an abyss that could not be seen to the end, the more he thought about it, the more creepy he became.

He closed his eyes forcefully to soothe his emotions. Since the last time he got sick, he had a feeling that he was like a cup on the verge of shattering and could not bear it at any time. Moreover, under this condition, he can't do any treatment, he can only let his situation deteriorate bit by bit, and rely on his own willpower to survive.

He tried not to let himself have too much ups and downs in his mood, and slowed down the rhythm of his breathing.

He Yu: "Are you... uncomfortable?"

"It's okay..."

Teach you how to set up the page, come and see!

He Yu knew that the truth about Mandela would make Xie Qing feel disgusted, but it had to be said, he thought that Xie Qingcheng was in a bad mental state, and he added the number two The stimulation of the serum during pregnancy makes it even more fragile.

He was very worried, thought about it, and came up with a solution: "Wait a minute, I'll find a video for you to distract your attention."

Xie Qingcheng can't imagine that He Yu wants to show him a movie, what kind of bad idea?

He was pale but simply: "Take it away."

"You used to watch it often, it must be useful!"

Xie Qingcheng: "When do I watch it often, I..."

But when He Yu took the charged phone again, opened a page and quickly handed it to him, he was stunned.

Dark blue was reflected in his eyes, dyeing his peach blossom eyes into a sea.

"Look, the jellyfish video." He Yu held up the phone and whispered, "You like it."

“…”

"Look. Here it is."

The color of the ocean lights up the space under this little quilt once again, they seem to be in the seabed hundreds of millions of years ago.

Xie Qingcheng's body trembled slightly.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and covered the screen.

He Yu was startled: "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing." Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, his soft and long eyelashes blocked all light and shadow from the outside world, his voice was a little hoarse, "Nothing. I just... my eyesight is not very good, look It will be uncomfortable."

He said he panicked.

In fact, since three years ago, he has not dared to watch jellyfish videos, because he will think of the ocean when he sees it.

When you think of the ocean, you think of the people sunk in it...

After He Yu died, he only accidentally clicked on the jellyfish video stored in his mobile phone once. The man sank slowly in the ocean, opened his arms, and sank, until he disappeared.

After reading this, I had no sleep.

Afterwards, these videos were no longer in his mobile phone, and the folder called "Happy" in the computer was also empty forever because of that boy.

Another period of silence.

Xie Qingcheng wanted to divert his attention. He was really used to not treating himself as a human being. He struggled to contain his emotions and overcome his weakness.

So he wanted to talk about work again, and said, "Well, you haven't finished talking to me, that Lu Yuzhu from Qingli County..."

He Yu put down the phone, raised his hand, and lightly covered Xie Qingcheng's eyes.

The warm palm touched the eyelid.

He Yu said softly, "Hey, the robot is about to be charged."

“…”

"The matter of Lu Yuzhu is not an urgent matter to be resolved. You are not feeling well, so that's all for today."

It's strange to say, obviously they were covered in darkness, but this time there was no such uncontrollable fear as before. There seemed to be an invisible rose in He Yu's palm, blooming in the long night as far as he could see.

He Yu said: "There will be a way to cure your eye in the future... Mandela will have a way to cure it."

Xie Qing said: "I don't want any help from them."

"I know." He Yu lowered his hand and looked at Xie Qingcheng's face in the dark again, "So I didn't do it. But there will always be other ways to go in the future, wait. After everything is over, your eyes, we will find a way."

He paused, then continued: "Use that method that you can accept."

“…”

"Don't believe me, I'm very good, I've learned a lot in the past few years."

It's not that Xie Qingcheng doesn't believe that He Yu has such ability, but he doesn't know if he can survive until that day, and he is not sure if He Yu is just to comfort what he said.

But he looked at He Yu at this moment, which made him feel very real, he didn't want to spoil He Yu's happiness, and finally said in cooperation: "Then you can talk to me. , what have you learned all these years?"

He Yu really talked to him one by one.

In the young man's low and warm voice, Xie Qingcheng gradually loosened his tense body from Mandela's nightmare. In the end, he was dazed and was finally overwhelmed by drowsiness. shrouded.

"Then I learned how to pilot a helicopter..." He Yu paused and didn't continue, because he heard Xie Qingcheng's even breathing.

Teach you how to set up the page, come and see!

This was the first time that Xie Qingcheng had such a peaceful sleep in front of him since he had reunited with him for so long.

He Yu called him softly: "Xie Qingcheng?"

“…”

I really fell asleep.

He Yu was in the dark, looking at this man's emaciated face although his heroic spirit was not diminished.

He said in a very low voice: "Unfortunately, I have never learned the wontons and Yangzhou fried rice you made for me before. I wonder if there will be any chance for you after we leave Mandela Make it for me to eat."

“…”

I don't know how long.

Xie Qingcheng, who had already slept lightly, suddenly felt a familiar but long-lost warmth.

He vaguely felt like he was dreaming.

And it was a long-lost dream.

It has been three years, and He Yu has not hugged him like before, and at this moment, the person who hugs him in his dream is like the boy who gave him the little fire dragon , the chest is hot, the heartbeat is blazing.

"Xie Qingcheng."

In the dream, he heard his name called.

He also heard the young man ask in a low voice, "...After the war, if we are all still alive, how do you plan to live?"

Xie Qingcheng felt the warmth coming from his heart, and gradually, the warmth seemed to grow into his heart and infect his eyes.

He felt that his eyes were a little hot, something seemed to be sprouting out of his withered heart, and inexplicably appeared in his mind the former He Yu walking with him on the edge of the Bund , talking to him with a smile, and dancing together in a dimly lit tavern.

But he knew that it was the past that he didn't cherish yesterday and can't come back now.

He heard the young man in the dream muttering: "Then do you know how I want to live...?"

He's a dreamer. There was a hint of timidity in the young man's voice - this was a feeling that had never belonged to He Yu three years later, but at this moment it was a dream.

Boom.

Boom.

In the dream, no one spoke, only the heartbeats of the two of them were heard.

"I hope to have a home." He Yu finally spoke, and gently, that wish, like a light kiss, fell on Xie Qingcheng's neck.

"I just don't know who can give it to me. I have no family."

“…”

.

At this moment, the boundaries between dreams and reality are indistinguishable, just as love and hate are inexorable.

Xie Qingcheng thought it was a dream, but He Yu knew it was real, he hugged Xie Qingcheng who was asleep, and finished the last sentence - these were the things that Xie Qingcheng did when he was awake. There is no longer any position to say.

No position is not only because of Chen slow, but because He Yu also knows that it is because of love and hate that he hurts him too much.

"Sleep, Xie Qingcheng." He twisted the quilt for him, hesitated, and finally lowered his head and dropped a very light kiss, in Xie Qingcheng's blind eyes On, "...Be good, brother."

"I still love you. I just want you."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and touched Xie Qingcheng's hair, just like a poor child touching an expensive doll that can never be bought.

"I like you the most..."

"Never want to give anyone else..."

The voice is getting lower and lower, but the eroticism and morbidity are getting more and more crazy.

He stared at Xie Qingcheng's sleeping face, using a voice that even Xie Qingcheng could not hear when he was awake, but only he could hear, suddenly madly murmured: "You talk about me Do you want to kill Chen slow..."

He Yu, who can't get Xie Qingcheng, is always sick, even after being gentle: "No one will rob me when I leave the island like that... We may be able to go back to the past... "

His face sinking in the quilt, in justice and evil, infatuation and jealousy, seems to have the face of a **** and a devil.

"Brother...you said I want to kill him in the chaos...you won't know anyway..."

"Kill him and I may have a home, my home is mine...he can't rob me..."