When Zhao Pengcheng woke up, he found himself still in the prison interview room. His body became what it was when he was young again, with heavy and cold shackles on his feet. He and Aoki faced each other across the table, and no one spoke. The guard next to them was looking at them with a strange look. .

This should be... a scene more than thirty years ago? !

He was puzzled. Was the long life he had just experienced a dream?

No, this is not at all the same as the dreams of the past. Many things in this dream did not originally exist in his memory, and many deductions in the dream are beyond the ability of a conscious individual. It is impossible for the subconscious mind to create such a dream.

Either this is a real experience. The moment Aoki escaped from the zero-dimensional corridor, time and space changed and pulled him back into the past. But if time goes back, the physical structure of the brain will also go back to the past, then everything that happened later will not be stored in his brain memory; either he is in someone else’s dream, but the dream is so big, whose spirit Can it support such a huge dream?

Zhao Pengcheng glanced at the opposite Aoki.

impossible! No matter how strong Aoki's power is, it is impossible to create such a dream. In that long life in his memory, there were many secrets that others didn't know. Aoki probably didn't know Ronald Cohen, let alone met other comrades in the organization. And the evolution of the organization in the future, Ronald's reincarnation, and the appearance of hospitals and morgues, these are so real.

Zhao Pengcheng felt a deep fear. This fear does not stem from a certain emotion or instinct of human beings, but from his conscious body.

He didn't know why this happened. Before the parasitic, he was carefree. He, like his companion (now called Comrade), has no memory, no feeling, just like a blank sheet of paper, nothing. They only listen to the call of the race to find the parasites, so that the race can continue better.

They think that they are the highest life in the universe-that is, the existence of only spirits. Those low-level creatures just provide them with material residences so that they can better evolve and continue. Like ants and wasps, they can sacrifice themselves for the entire race without hesitation. Individuals who leave the race lose the meaning of survival.

However, when he parasitized the humans on this planet, he experienced so many complicated emotions. I have experienced the conflict between the group and the individual, the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and even the life and death in the long life that I have just experienced, not knowing whether it is a dream or reality. The taste of life and death was unimaginable in their race in the past.

"I'm poisoned!" Zhao Pengcheng said.

The poisoning he said of course does not mean that he drank the chicken soup of the whole life flower more than 20 years ago (or more than 10 years later), but that he has infected all human beings that were once considered negative by them.

"No, I should say-you are awake!" said Aoki on the opposite side.

"Wake up?" Zhao Pengcheng looked at Aoki, "Maybe so. You-who are you?"

"I am Aoki."

"No, you are not a human! Oh, no, I mean, I don't believe you are an ordinary human."

"To be honest, I don't know who I am, but I don't think I am a person." Aoki said, "To some extent, we are similar, but I am better than you. I know I am Aoki. , But who are you?"

"Me?" Zhao Pengcheng thoughtfully, "I..."

He wanted to say "I am Zhao Pengcheng", but suddenly discovered that this is not exactly the same answer as "I am Aoki". Aoki is Aoki, no doubt. And he? Is it Zhao Pengcheng? It does not seem. He represents the interest of a non-human race, and he doesn't know exactly what this interest is. Isn't it? But he occupies Zhao Pengcheng's body, and all humans who know him think he is Zhao Pengcheng.

"who am I?"

Zhao Pengcheng moved his body a little numb from sitting for a long time, and the shackles on his feet rattled. The guard next to him seemed a little nervous, his eyes fixed on his every move.

He had never thought about this issue before. who am I? When he thought of this question, like many sages of mankind, he raised a series of related questions.

Where am i from

Where will it go?

Why do I exist?

What am I doing?

Why do I do this?

...

In the ancient history of mankind, individuals once existed for races. In fact, until now, most of the missions of individual humans still seem to be for the service of the group and for the continuation of race and civilization.

Every thought of a philosopher liberates human personality and makes individual existence more and more meaningful.

Is this an inevitable process of the evolution of all life?

Zhao Pengcheng suddenly began to suspect that his race might not be as advanced as they thought in the past. When survival is no longer the only goal of life, the emancipation and evolution of personality may be the eternal theme, just like the universe is constantly expanding, and all galaxies are moving away from each other instead of clumping together.

"What do you want me to do?" Zhao Pengcheng asked.

Aoki smiled. Knowing that today's meeting has been more than half a success, he leaned back on his chair and said, "Cooperate."

"Become a traitor completely and do things for you humans?"

"No, it's not us, it's me." Aoki denied, "You don't need to be a traitor. I won't ask you to help humans destroy your race. You just need to cooperate with me. In some respects, we have the same goal— —Solving the mystery of this world~lightnovelpub.net~Solving the mystery?"

"Yes. To me, this world is a mystery. To this world, I am a mystery. I believe that I must have a mission in this world, just like you came here with a mission. I have made countless guesses, but I have never been able to convince myself, until I met you, I thought I found the meaning of existence, that is to prevent your aggression, prevent you from destroying the entire human civilization. However, from you in the next few decades In the changes, I saw a lot of things different from what I imagined. I have a new understanding of the world, and of course I have more confusion, so I am going to solve the mystery. I believe you are as confused as I am now , Even worse than me."

Zhao Pengcheng admitted that what Aoki said was right. He can no longer do what he did without thinking like he did in the past.

"What good do I have?" he asked.

"Your scalpel is good." Aoki's hand had an extra scalpel at some point, and the blade was shining brightly, and it seemed to glow slightly red.

"This..." Zhao Pengcheng was startled. Isn't this the scalpel that he used to gather mental power in his dream just now?

Of course, things in dreams cannot be brought into reality, so it can only explain one thing, which is still in dreams!

Zhao Pengcheng looked up and looked around. The square rooms, cold walls, bright red slogans, serious and slightly nervous prison guards, everything was the same as the interview room he came in.