Cyber Daming

Eighteen-staircase slum, small courtyard.

In the kitchen, which had never been opened since I changed my body, there was finally some warmth at this moment.

The white steam is thick on the pot, the diced meat cut into small pieces is floating up and down mixed with the rice grains, and the black jade-like preserved egg dices are also rolling back and forth.

Zhou You stood in front of the stove, smelling the faint and tempting fragrance, and was stunned for a moment.

"Brother, are you cooking preserved egg and lean meat porridge?"

"Ah, that's right." Zhou You suddenly came back to his senses, turned to look at Zhou Sheng who was leaning against the door and said with a smile, "I remember that this was your favorite drink."

Zhou Sheng's eyes lit up and he shouted in surprise: "Native?"

"That's for sure. In the past, our family was poor and we could only eat bigu ointment to satisfy our hunger. But it's different now. Your brother and I are now Bingjiu and can make money. From now on, we can eat both native and artificial foods. We can’t even get to the table.”

"very nice."

Zhou Sheng looked at Zhou You's body and suddenly asked with a trembling voice: "Brother, does it hurt?"

"What does it hurt?"

Zhou You was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing. He waved his hand and patted his chest, making a dull sound that was completely different from ordinary people.

"What's the pain in transplanting a mechanical body? Once the anesthesia is given, it's just a matter of sleeping."

The wooden spoon slowly stirred the porridge bottom, and the surging heat blocked the damp chill.

In this city that was overturned by heavy rain, two young men with young eyebrows quietly guarded this corner, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

Zhou Sheng sat next to him on a bench, "Brother, I miss you very much."

"I know." Zhou You raised his head, hiding the expression on his face.

"Don't blame yourself for what happened back then. If it weren't for you to make money, I would have starved to death."

"I"

Zhou You suddenly stopped his choking voice and raised his hand to wipe his face.

"Actually, I have lived quite well in the Buddhist kingdom of Luohan Temple these years. It is very beautiful there, with endless meadows, countless cattle and sheep, and beautiful morning bells and evening drums."

Zhou Sheng said softly: "Except for the fact that I feel a little tired every time after doing the calculation of cause and effect."

"Just think of it as a nightmare. Now that you wake up from the dream, everything is over."

A bowl of steaming porridge was handed to Zhou Sheng's hand.

He held the porridge bowl but did not drink it. "This is not a dream, this is a destined cause and effect, a disaster, and an opportunity. After experiencing this ordeal, I know what I will do in the future."

There was a trace of imperceptible sadness hidden in Zhou You's eyes, "What do you want to do?"

Zhou Sheng raised his head, his eyes burning, "I want to become a follower of the Buddhist and Taoist order!"

The young man did not speak, but stared blankly at his younger brother whose eyes were full of longing.

"Over the years in the Buddhist Kingdom, my wisdom root has been developed. It is natural, not man-made!"

Zhou Sheng pointed to his eyebrows, where there was a distinctive flesh mark.

"Don't you hate them?" Zhou You said in a hoarse voice.

"It's all destiny, why should we hate it? I remember hearing the master say in the Buddhist kingdom that after suffering, whatever is left is blessing."

Zhou Sheng said in a brisk tone: "And brother, haven't you also converted to Buddhism? I want to be like you!"

"Take a sip of the porridge, otherwise it will get cold."

Zhou You just stared at the porridge bowl, the cold rice grains sinking.

Zhou Sheng ignored his words and continued to talk about his ideas for the future.

"Brother, you are Bingjiu now, can you be my protector in the future?"

Clang.

The wooden spoon was thrown into the pot, splattering little bits of sticky rice soup.

The facial features on Zhou You's face were distorted, and a frightening anger condensed between his brows.

"Why, why can't you even pretend for this little time?"

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Sheng panicked, his neck tightened, and he was lifted up by his collar.

The bowl he was holding in his hand was knocked over, and the porridge that had lost its flavor spilled onto the cold ground.

"Why do you regard hatred as a gift? Why do you say such disgusting words that I can no longer force myself to believe that you are Zhou Sheng?"

Zhou You looked at the face that he had missed so much, and the anger in his chest could no longer be contained.

"Brother, brother, what's wrong with you? I'm Zhou Sheng, and I'm your brother!"

Zhou Sheng's face turned red, and he struggled to break the palm that was holding his throat with both hands.

But this extremely weak body had no strength to help him break free from the shackles.

"I want to treat you as Zhou Sheng, and I even thought about spending my whole life in self-deception."

Zhou You's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared: "Because even if your soul never comes back, I still want you to take Asheng's body to see the world, grow up, marry a wife and have children, go there Complete the life that an ordinary person should have!"

"But why don't you even have this patience? Why don't you even give me the last bit of comfort!"

Zhou You's hysterical roar echoed in this dilapidated courtyard. Even the night rain seemed to be laughing at his self-deception. He banged on the doors, windows and eaves with all his strength, and the sound he made was so similar to joking laughter.

"I am Zhou Sheng, I am real."

"No, you are the Huangliang ghost who was used to save me, and you are the Buddhist host hidden by Long Tu!"

Zhou You's voice suddenly became cold, and the palms holding his throat slowly tightened.

After hearing these words, the panic on Zhou Sheng's face faded away like the tide, and a strange smile appeared in his eyes.

"Since you are in so much pain, why do you want to keep yourself awake? Confusion and ignorance are the skills God gave you, an ant like you, to survive."

He no longer pretended to struggle, and allowed the palm of his throat to pinch his voice into a high pitched voice: "Zhou You, you have to think clearly. If you kill me, Zhou Sheng will never come back."

"If he doesn't come back, then I'll go find him."

The young man moved his tired steps and dragged the yellow beam ghost into the rain.

He raised his head, widened his eyes, looked at the dark sky against the rain line, and slowly grinned.

"Ah Sheng, don't blame me. Brother, I really tried my best. I'm just too tired."

"Boss He, I'm sorry for you. I can no longer help you watch the show. I can only pay you back the money I owe you in my next life."

His deep voice suddenly paused for a moment, and he could no longer hold back his tears and shouted loudly:

"Brother Jun, Zhou You betrayed you, so I will give you this life back now."

Buzz.

The mechanical heart vibrating at a terrifying frequency made a harsh and sharp sound. The huge pressure in the body squeezed the white bionic blood out of the facial features, and then was washed away by the rain.

"Are you going to blow up your mechanical heart? Are you crazy?! Stop it!"

'Zhou Sheng', who guessed what the other party was thinking, could no longer maintain his composure and was struggling crazily.

"I've already gone crazy."

boom!

Waves of blazing flames rose into the sky, sending the downpour back into the sky.

Before his consciousness completely disappeared, Zhou You seemed to hear an unwilling cry in his ears.

"Why, why I still haven't been able to convert him."

The young man glanced at the corner of his mouth and smiled disdainfully: "Fuck you."