Endless Debt

Hello everyone, Andlao here, your loyal friend who updates twice a day.

First of all, I confess...

After experiencing all the ups and downs along the way, it was time for the release phase that I loved to see. I was like a sprinkler truck moving leisurely on the road, playing cheerful tunes while pulling out a rainbow behind me, giving it to the unlucky people passing by. Take a shower.

Speaking of which, when I was riding my bicycle at night, I was often hit by a sprinkler truck.

1. The title of this volume "Poetry Without End" comes from the autobiographical film "Poetry without End" by Alejandro Jodorowsky of the same name.

2. I like Alessandro's films very much, especially his autobiographical film "Endless Poetry". Its autobiographical nature is exactly symmetrical with the content of this volume.

3. The meaning of "poetry" in movies does not only refer to poetry. I think it is more like an ideal thing. You can substitute anything into it as long as it is what you pursue. It is extremely romantic but noble. Out of reach.

4. I like this sense of romance.

5. When I write each volume, I want to try something new, and the theme of this volume is that when I was chatting with my friends, I suddenly talked about this movie, and then talked about poetry and romance.

6. I am a person who is very willing to try new things. If there are no conditions, I would even like to read some romance novels and engage in Shura field.

7. Back to the topic, I have never written about romance and poetry, so I took this volume to test the waters.

8. The person in the story writes the story to save himself in the story.

9. This sounds like a matryoshka doll, but it can also be understood as a kind of self-rescue. Blue Jay relies on the fictional characters he writes to save himself from disasters, and I also rely on the plot of the volume of Endless Poetry. Come and save yourself mentally and financially.

10. Triple narrative, the real fourth wall!

11. Kill two birds with one stone and win the pot.

12. For some reasons, I like philosophical speculation very much. This should be regarded as a private possession of mine. Another major content of this volume about eternal life comes from this.

13. Through the carrier of stories, the traces of individual existence can be continued. This is the best thing in my creation, and it is also the most realistic way I can imagine that individuals can transcend the limit of their life span.

14. This is like the meme that Brother Dao often mentions. Different people write different stories, and different stories are read, absorbed, and re-created by different readers, just like the genes of living things, an illusory story. The gene of concept is passed down from person to person and story to story, becoming the connection between each other.

15. In an endless relay race, I am also a part of the relay race. I hand over my baton to all the readers reading this, as well as those readers who will read this paragraph in the future, and Those readers who may be like me and change from readers to authors.

16. One thing to say, apart from having to work and code every day, I really love this profession.

17. When writing this volume, I wanted to give this story a more romantic ending, but the style of this book is also considered serious. Common cold jokes are enough to lighten the atmosphere. There is no need to completely break the limitations of the story, and then I was thinking that it would be better to design another story within the story, that is, the story written by Blue Jay, and break his story into the story of this volume.

18. After a period of thinking and designing, I finally chose to link up with the previous book in this way.

19. Hey boy! Time and space rescue!

20. When I have nothing to do, I like to talk weird shit with my friends and group friends, just like a talk show, and perform impromptu performances.

21. I often say that if one day I can no longer write good things, I will become a stand-up comedian.

22. Think about it carefully. In fact, online article writers are similar to talk show actors. They are more or less impromptu performances. One stands on the stage, and the other sits in front of the screen. One needs to quickly answer questions and answers from the audience, and the other needs to perform 24 hours a day. Updated within.

23. Almost, almost.

24. My mentality is a bit strange. When chatting with group friends before, I was surprised to find that they all thought that I was a loser in my 30s with no hope of life, and more than one person mentioned this.

25. Oh my god, I’m not even 25, okay, am I that mentally old?

26. Well, my mentality is indeed a bit bad.

27. When writing a book, I will incorporate the things and thoughts I encounter in life into the story. I have posted a Weibo post before, which probably means, "I like to put the things in life into the story." Frustration, mental stress, are integrated to create a character, written into the book, and then destroyed to complete the spiritual reconciliation.”

28. In fact, what I want to say is that I not only incorporate negative emotions into the book and destroy them, but also often make appropriate modifications to the beautiful things in life and write them into the book.

29. For example, many of the ridiculous life jokes are not fictional, but my real experience. Hahahaha, if it weren’t for some anti-character characters, I could really write a lot of daily funny jokes.

30. It can be considered a kind of alternative documentary literature to some extent. I will definitely do it if I have the chance.

31. Then there are some questions about negative energy.

32. My mental state during this period was not good. To be precise, I have never felt better. This may be due to the nature of the author's profession and my personal personality. I became very anxious.

33. Every time I see some great works, I have the feeling that I am useless, but I am very clear-headed. I warn myself that except for writing better things, any action I take is useless. Legitimate.

34.Then I became more anxious. But fortunately, after talking with a few friends, I felt that I needed to settle down seriously. I felt the same way myself, so I was very irritable and at the same time full of expectations for the future.

35. When I was writing this volume, I was in good overall condition, but there were still some problems with the story arrangement. For example, the story in the first half of this volume was basically to pave the way for the plots of the following volumes and expand the world view, so It is very different from the main plot of the second half of the volume.

36. Another example is that when I was writing half of the volume, the problem of chasing hell came up. I really couldn't do anything about it. I was Yang at that time, and I felt like I had lost half my life. I was in a daze every day.

37. Although anxious, anxiety can be regarded as a kind of motivation. I began to gradually understand how to write books and how to write better. This has benefited me a lot. I hope that in the next few volumes, I can learn what I have learned. of perfect use. According to that theory, the bad news is that I am in the valley of despair, and the good news is that if I continue to climb up, I will reach the slope of enlightenment.

38. This can be regarded as a double-edged sword. If I am not crushed by anxiety, anxiety will make me progress.

39. Then let’s talk about drawing a pie, although it is a pie that I have drawn many times before.

40. Ever since I entered the industry, I have been writing Western fantasy. Over time, I will inevitably get bored and want to write other things. Therefore, during this period of time, with the encouragement of anxiety, I thought of many short story ideas, and there are several Tens of thousands of words have been written in this article, and the subject matter is completely different.

41. When I prepare my remarks for each volume, I will post some short stories, both finished and unfinished, to see what everyone’s feedback is like, and also as a rough word count.

42. To be honest, I talk a lot of nonsense, but I have been writing so hard these days that my mind is a little empty. When I reach the stage of nonsense, I don’t know what to say anymore. I just want to end it as soon as possible and then lie on the bed. Have a good New Year and have a happy opening with unlimited firepower.

43. And then...then there seemed to be nothing left to say. This nonsense session was unexpectedly short.

44. Now that it’s the New Year, I would like to wish all readers good health and all the best.

45. No matter what kind of obstacles you go through or what kind of environment you are in, your desire to create cannot stop.

46. ​​Finally, it ends with Alessandro’s words.

47. "If I have 6 million, I will make "The Mole Son"; if there are only 3 million, I will continue to make my autobiographical trilogy; if I have 300,000, I will paint; if I have 5,000 If I only have 100 yuan, I will write a book. If I only have 100 yuan, then I will write poetry. All these art forms are great, and I can find the impulse of self-expression in them."

48. If you only have 50 yuan...then I will give you 50 yuan and have a good meal.

49. Thank you for your support, which prevents me from just writing poems (laughs).

50. Ps, the following is the beginning of a science fiction I wrote a long time ago. It was even before this book...well, it's not really a short story, it's just the beginning. If nothing else, after the end of this book , I am ready to finish writing this.

Now take it and fill it in with a few words, and then prepare to take a longer holiday this time. It should be seven days of annual leave. See you in seven days.

………………

The air was filled with a weird smell. It smelled like disinfectant and engine oil. The two completely incompatible things were mixed here. The man took a deep breath of the turbid air and exhaled the thick smoke from his mouth. .

This was a relatively pleasant time. He was sitting on the boss's chair. The wall behind him was covered with banners, which said strange words such as "Excellent technician", "Save my dog's life", "Cyber ​​Huatuo" and so on. .

Men seem to really like these, and every time they see them, they feel a sense of glory.

"Dr. Zhou?"

Someone was calling him, and the man pressed the cigarette butts into the ashtray. It was already full of cigarette butts, and ashes were everywhere. The man raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at the guests behind the desk.

"Well, I'm watching. Fortunately, you are using a semi-immersed body. Your consciousness is above the body for a long time, so the chance of getting sick is very small."

The man threw the case on the table and said to the patient.

"Doctor Zhou, am I okay?"

the patient asked cautiously.

The doctor in front of him seemed unreliable, but he was his only life-saving straw. After all, with the intervention of Shenwei Company, only these gray doctors in the entire Amoy City were willing to treat this disease.

They are different from regular doctors. They not only treat machines, but also flesh and blood, so people usually call them "body doctors".

The patient's eyes wandered. This clinic was opened in a basement in a dark alley. The windows were lined with iron bars. The gaps were filled with dust. The tool racks hanging on the wall contained weird tools one after another... A worn-out sofa, cigarette butts and ashes all over the floor, and metal parts piled in the corner that smelled like engine oil.

Except for the white coat Zhou Si was wearing and the banner on the wall behind him, there was nothing here that looked like a clinic. It would be more appropriate to call this a car repair shop.

"Of course, it's all a psychological effect. If you have obvious hallucinations or cognitive deviations, that's a symptom of illness. These situations usually occur in a fully immersed body, but the one you're using is not like that. A body, but a semi-immersed prosthetic limb, right?”

Zhou Si explained to the patient that he didn't understand. It was just a prosthetic limb. Why was the patient talking so much? He was probably not too reassured. He asked again, "Do you have any of the above symptoms?"

The patient thought for a while. His face was pale and there were dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well for a long time. "No, but I've been dreaming lately."

"What dream?"

"The dream of flying in the sky, I feel...I am like a little bird, flying freely."

As the patient spoke, he looked fascinated, as if he were really a bird.

Zhou Si's eyes became serious. He stood up, walked to the patient's side, looked at the prosthetic leg on his left knee, and then looked at him again.

"I'm just installing a prosthetic leg for you. Why did you think of the little bird?"

Zhou Si couldn't understand.

"No, my job is high-altitude work, responsible for high-altitude maintenance and the like," the patient said. "When I control the body, it is as if I am flying high in the sky."

"How did you feel when you came out of your body?"

Zhou Si sat down on the table, picked up the cases on the side, and started writing and drawing.

"Feeling?" The patient thought for a while, "Maybe it's loss."

"Are you still depressed after get off work? Do you like working overtime so much?"

"No, there will be a feeling that I should belong to the sky instead of stepping on the earth. I am like this when I am working. If I have free time, I will control the body and fly around." The patient suddenly asked again, "Dr. Zhou, have you ever tried flying?"

"No, I'm afraid of heights," Zhou Si objected, and then he asked, "But your case didn't mention your profession? This will affect the doctor's judgment!"

The reason Zhou Si was able to come up with the previous conclusion was that there was no mention of it in the patient's case.

"I'm already unemployed." The patient raised his feet to reveal his prosthetic limb. "Because of it, I was involved in a body crime six months ago, and then I lay in the hospital for several months..."

"Then you were fired?" Zhou Si said, "So you filled in the occupation column?"

The patient nodded, and Zhou Si sighed helplessly, "Okay, okay, my fault, I should have taken the history profession as well."

"Then my disease..."

The patient was about to continue asking, but was interrupted by Zhou Si.

"Wait a minute, let me think about it first."

The room fell into silence, the patient was waiting uneasily, and Zhou Si had a troubled expression on his face, wondering what he was thinking about. At this moment, the TV came on, the news was broadcast, and a slightly funny voice sounded in his ears.

"Good morning! Everyone in Ammon City!

This is the Morning News! I'm Dude, your loyal friend who broadcasts every day! "

The "Morning News" was played on the TV, and the patient turned his head and passed the time before Zhou Si thought about it.

"A 'body crime' occurred in the West Rim District last night. A puppet master used the 'body' to carry out robberies and attacked several people. The riot control task force has destroyed the 'body' on the spot. The arrest of the puppet master is ongoing. in progress."

This kind of thing happens all the time in Amoy City, where patients lose their limbs because of body crimes.

"Recently, there has been a lot of denunciation of the Divine Power Company on the Internet. A large number of puppet masters believe that the Divine Power Company should control the production of the new 'body' and be concerned about the 'body cognitive dissociation syndrome' caused by the 'spiritual system'. They claim , now more and more puppet masters are suffering from 'somatic dissociation disorder', and several people have illegally modified themselves and died because of this disease."

After hearing about "somatic dissociation disorder", the patient's expression became a little stiff, as if he had been told something, and his eyes were a little flustered.

"The Lancet Joint Hospital issued a statement that according to their research and investigation, there is no so-called 'dissociative cognitive disorder'. They believe that the reactions of some puppet masters should be caused by other psychological factors."

"Don't look at it. In the near future, Shenwei will never admit the existence of this disease. They are signing a big deal with Beihuang, and they will never allow mistakes."

Zhou Si said that it was precisely because no one acknowledged the existence of "somatic dissociation syndrome" that these patients with nowhere to go came to him, so Zhou Si became a somatic doctor and made this money.

The patient ignored him and continued watching TV.

"Shenwei Company will cooperate with Beihuang Company to provide it with the latest model of armed shells and continue to promote the weaponization of shells. Ammon City will also become a test area for some armed shells, with priority allocated to the riot control task force to control the recent More and more body crimes..."

"Hey, Wang Lu."

Zhou Si patted Wang Lu on the shoulder, startling him. He turned around and saw Zhou Si standing beside him.

The man had short hair, wore a black short-sleeved shirt, a gray white coat, shorts, and plastic slippers on his big furry feet.

To be honest, for a moment, Zhou Si really gave people the feeling of a private expert, but combined with this bad environment and those banners, Wang Lu always thought of those black-hearted clinics reported in the news.

"Dr. Zhou, I..."

"I want to ask you some questions, don't hide them from the doctor."

Zhou Si said seriously, with a serious attitude. His tall figure put a slight pressure on Wang Lu.

"Yeah." Wang Lu responded.

"Have you ever controlled a body after leaving your job?"

"No."

"Then how long did your dream last?"

"It must have been...a few months."

Listening to his answer, Zhou Si nodded, and then asked suddenly.

"Do you want to be a bird?"

This sentence was like a bad joke, but after hearing this, Wang Lu looked a little hesitant. He looked at Zhou Si, but his eyes were filled with pressure.

The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, like waking up from a hangover. His face was reflected in the clear black pupils, swallowing him up like an abyss.

"Yes...a lot of the time."

Hearing such an answer, Zhou Si sighed and said helplessly.

"I'm sorry, but this is a sign of somatic cognitive dissociation. Fortunately, the disease is not serious. It only needs medication to control it for a period of time, and you should be back to normal."

Wang Lu seemed a little flustered when he heard what Zhou Si said. He was not very willing to believe it, so he asked.

"But... I heard from others that this is a normal phenomenon, and you also said that this is not consistent with the symptoms you mentioned before." Wang Lu said anxiously.

"Before was before, now is now, you are the doctor and I am the doctor?" Zhou Si drooped his eyes, "And others think it is normal, but it is different here."

Zhou Si opened the cabinet and inside was a small refrigerator where medicines were stored.

"You know, Wang Lu, the body technology and the mind technology have only appeared for less than ten years, and the body cognitive dissociation disorder has also appeared in recent years. Currently, under the interference of Shenwei Today, mainstream society does not recognize this disease, and hospitals do not have the ability to treat it.

It can be said that everything about this is new and unknown. My treatment for you is only based on the experience accumulated from previous patients. "

Zhou Si took out a few bottles of medicine and placed them in front of Wang Lu.

"There are no papers, no experiments, not even textbooks on this. Every doctor has different experiences and different treatment plans. Since you are here, you also trust me, so take your medicine on time and return for regular visits. Know that Yet?"

Zhou Si was extremely serious, probably because he was afraid that Wang Lu would not listen to him, so he even threatened him a few times.

"You must have seen the news, right?"

Wang Lu lowered his head and remained silent. Seeing this, Zhou Si continued.

“Somatic dissociation disorder.

This disease often occurs in those who are fully immersed puppet masters. These people use the body for a long time, just like injecting the soul into another body. Over time, many people will develop some cognitive disorders, such as some puppet masters. The teacher feels that the self in the 'body' is the real self, and the current body of flesh and blood is just another false 'body'. "

"But I only use a semi-immersed prosthesis?" Wang Lu retorted.

"It is true that the semi-immersed body is very safe. The puppet master's consciousness is connected to the prosthetic limb, but the main body of consciousness is still above the flesh and blood. But you also said that in your previous work, you used a fully immersed body."

Zhou Si picked up two things, one was a transparent toy robot, and the other was pink, human-brain-shaped clay.

"You see, the principle of the Divine Mind System is to load human consciousness into machinery, so that humans can completely control the machinery just like they control the body... It's like turning humans into another form of artificial intelligence. Same."

He thought about it and the word came out.

"Yes! Human brain intelligence."

"The so-called body is a machine equipped with a spiritual system. It is controlled by you guys called 'Puppet Controllers', just like controlling puppets. But you also know that this kind of control is controlled by human beings." Consciousness is loaded on the machine, making the 'machine' become your 'body' and turning it into the 'body' of the 'soul'."

As Zhou Si spoke, he stuffed the human brain clay into the transparent toy. Under his hard pressure, the pink clay quickly lost the shape of the human brain. It squeezed along the internal depressions, showing through Through the transparent shell, you can easily see the human brain clay being molded into strange shapes.

"That's it, consciousness is loaded into the machine. There are currently no experiments that can prove this, but many body doctors believe that this will distort human consciousness. After all, you originally only controlled simple limbs. After entering the body, you will have countless Ten robotic arms, complex electronic prosthetic eyes, high-performance output, and more.

But humans don't have these, and your brain has never controlled them. "

Zhou Si recounted it, recalling it in his mind.

Ten years ago, Shinweis developed the Divine Mind System, which is completely different from artificial intelligence. It is a virtual neural connection technology that can link the human brain with machinery through virtual neural equipment, thereby making humans perfect. control machinery.

It's like controlling another body.

From then on, humans became puppet masters, standing behind the scenes and controlling their other bodies.

Cold steel body.

With the blessing of the divine mind system, there is no need for complicated programming and design, or lengthy intelligent learning. As long as it is within the coverage of the network, humans can link themselves to machines through the divine mind system, thereby controlling the machinery. Complex work.

In another form, the human brain has replaced the existence of artificial intelligence, which is probably the so-called human brain intelligence.

Driven by this technology, more and more bodies loaded with spiritual systems have appeared. Some bodies are used to deal with dangerous operations, and some have become steel weapons.

Today's soldiers no longer need to hold weapons and risk their lives to join the battlefield. They only need to lie in a comfortable virtual cabin, control one armed body after another, and pour firepower towards the target.

There is no need to worry about death. Even if you are pierced by thousands of arrows, what falls will be just another body.

"Human consciousness becomes mechanical in the mechanical body, but when you evacuate from the body, your consciousness will still have traces of the body and bring it back to your flesh and blood body."

Zhou Si said as he opened the transparent toy and took out the squeezed and deformed pink clay that symbolized the human brain.

It originally looked like a human brain, but now it has been squeezed and turned into a twisted mass, like a group of snakes entangled in a ball, exuding weirdness and madness, like a ritual object of some kind of cult sacrifice.

Zhou Si picked up another piece of clay in the shape of a human brain and placed it next to it for comparison.

"Look at it this way, can you understand? Just like habits, occupational diseases, etc., the 'common sense' you use in your 'body' will also be brought back to the body and interfere with your body's actions and judgments. In severe cases, it may even Producing cognitive errors..."

Zhou Si hesitated for a moment and did not continue.

"Currently, this is the summary of somatic cognitive dissociation disorder by us somatic doctors."

The two of them remained silent. Zhou Si didn't push Wang Lu too much. He needed to give the patient some time to relax. The business here was not very good anyway, so it didn't matter if Wang Lu stayed here for a while.

Wang Lu looked out the window, looking up at the splendor and ruin of Anyan City.

The tall buildings are like lances, pointing straight into the sky, deep between the clouds. On the surface, there are several spider-like bodies moving. They hang high in the sky, cleaning the surface of the glass. The puppet masters are lying in a virtual warehouse, controlling everything.

The buildings below are shorter. Of course, the reason why they are shorter is to compare with those tall buildings. The "short buildings" are also very tall. They are the main buildings in the city center. We can vaguely see aircraft passing through them, and even more Downstairs there are businesses stacked together like containers, separated by wide avenues like light and darkness.

The streets continued to extend, reaching places beyond the horizon. Beyond, there were endless gray silhouettes.

"It's so depressing."

Wang Lu sighed, this city was extremely crowded and colorful.

In recent years, because Shenwei Company is headquartered in Anyan City, the housing prices here have increased several times in recent years, attracting more and more people to come here. Wang Lu is one of them.

"The high-altitude network hub has been built recently, and the Sun Chaser Space Station will be within its coverage. The space station will also be transformed into a body. From now on, the 'astronauts' only need to stay on the safe ground to use the spiritual system, Use the high-altitude hub to control the body on the space station."

Dude's voice was endless.

With the blessing of the divine mind system, human beings only need a network with wider and wider coverage, and an increasingly complex and sophisticated body.

The emergence of new things will always trigger a series of unpredictable events, both positive and negative.

"Don't worry too much, Wang Lu. Take more medicine, have a regular schedule, and try not to use the fully immersed body. Your symptoms will be relieved and you will heal on your own." Zhou Si comforted.

Wang Lu did not respond, but looked at the corner of the desk. There were piles of books, some about machinery, some about psychology. Combined with Zhou Si's appearance, Wang Lu couldn't help but smile. , but this smile looks a little sad.

"I've heard of a puppet master whose job is to clean at high altitudes. The body he controls is like those eight-clawed spiders. Once when he was cleaning the windows at home, he thought he was controlling the body and jumped out of the window. Try to climb up the glass.

As expected, he fell to his death.

Many people have such symptoms and bring the habit of manipulating the body into their lives. "

After listening to Wang Lu's words, Zhou Si smiled and followed suit.

"Last time I was on the roadside, I saw a man imitating the movements of a dog and moving forward on all fours. He said that the body he controlled moved on all fours."

Zhou Si said with some regret, "That guy's illness seems to be very serious. I wanted to bring him back for forced treatment."

"Then what?"

"That guy is on all fours. Whether it's a wolf or a dog, he can run faster than me." Zhou Si laughed.

"Running faster than you?" Wang Lu was wondering when Zhou Si asked again.

"You don't want to be like that, right?"

Wang Lu nodded. He came to Zhou Si because of his fear of this disease.

"The really serious cases are, as Dude reported on the "Morning News", those who feel that their bodies are fake and that their steel bodies are real. These people will illegally modify their bodies in order to become What a machine looks like, think about it, cut off your own limbs and replace them with a deadly machine.

Regular prosthetic hospitals refuse to carry out such alienation transformation, so they usually do it themselves, or find underground doctors, and finally turn themselves into monsters. "

"Then did you help them illegally transform?" Wang Lu asked.

"No, I still have a bottom line as a human being," Zhou Si glanced at his workbench, "Not to mention, I don't have the ability to carry out such a complicated transformation."

Wang Lu looked at the metal parts in the corner. The engine oil stained on them seemed to be filled with blood.

"Let's go, Wang Lu, remember what I said."

Zhou Si drove people away.

"Do you have anything else to do next?"

"Of course I have something to do, today is Saturday, I have a rest as usual," Zhou Si said and walked into the house, and his voice could be heard, "Only a desperate poor man would come to a ghost place like this to see a doctor. .”

Zhou Si walked out again, carrying the toolbox in his hand, and glanced at Wang Lu.

"How much money can poor people like you make? Why don't you have to work part-time?"

"You can definitely apply for a better career. I heard others say that you were..." Wang Lu said.

"I can't bear to leave you patients." Zhou Si blocked Wang Lu's words and patted his shoulder vigorously.

"The benevolence of a doctor! Do you understand what a benevolence of a doctor is?"

"If I close the store, what will happen to you patients? Are you waiting to die? Then meet in Du De's "Morning News"?" Zhou Si deliberately imitated Du De's accent, "Hello everyone! I am Du De, you guys My loyal friend who broadcasts every day, today a few unlucky guys were executed on the spot by the riot control task force... or something like that?"

Seeing Zhou Si's appearance, Wang Lu couldn't help but be amused by him.

"Okay, I know."

Watching Wang Lu leave, the slightly gloomy clinic fell into calm again.

Zhou Si's smile froze, and then slowly solidified, becoming cold, like a robot that had stopped working.

He carried the tool box and walked to the mirror, combed his hair vigorously, and combed all his hair back. He looked much more energetic, with a solemn face.

The buckle of the tool box on the side was loose and popped open at some point, revealing the contents of the box.

There are strange-looking tools one after another placed between the sponge pads. Most of them have traces of artificial welding. They seem to be Zhou Si's homemade tools. What's even stranger is that they have sharp edges and corners, and they don't look like ordinary mechanical tools. There is still organic oil on the rough surface, and it does not look like a medical tool. It seems that only Zhou Si himself knows what these tools are used for.

"Phew...it's time to go to work, Dr. Zhou."

Zhou Si said to himself in the mirror. He tried to smile, but no matter how hard he tried, his smile had a strange distortion.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, Doctor Zhou. It's just an ordinary medical outing."

He seemed to have finally found the feeling, with a weird smile on his face and repeating it in front of the mirror.

"The doctor has a kind heart; the doctor has a kind heart."

…

Amanyan City is still magnificent under the night. The whole city seems to have no feeling of darkness. There are gorgeous lights everywhere, and people come and go, as if there is no need to fall asleep.

Amunyan City has always been prosperous, but under the beautiful prosperity, there are still some dark places.

As a newly developed jurisdiction of the city in recent years, the Anunbei New District has only been around for a short time. Because it is located on the edge of the northern suburbs of the city, the prosperity of the city has not shone too much here, and the development here is relatively slow. It is relatively backward compared to other jurisdictions, and it does not have the brightly lit prosperity.

Zhou Si took a deep breath, and a slight chill poured into his nose, making him sober up.

There are a large number of factories built in the north of the city on the edge of the city. Some factories here are still running, while others have long been abandoned. They are full of messy weeds and some wild animals.

Zhou Si was sitting in the abandoned corridor, with a scratched toolbox beside him. It had been opened, and with the faint light, he could see that several tools had been taken out.

"Don't be nervous, Doctor Zhou," Zhou Si said to himself, "You are a professional body doctor, you will cure them."

This was a slightly strange scene, but Zhou Si didn't notice it at all.

He turned on his phone and looked through the documents, which were filled with screenshots from various forums, some news reports, and information sent by some of Zhou Si's "old customers."

All the information in it points to one thing. In this area, there is some kind of beast moving at night. No one knows how long it has been here, but as more people observe the traces, this beast It also became clear.

The fingertips stopped on a picture. The picture was a little blurry. What was shown was a beast crawling under the streetlight...or a patient who had been severely illegally transformed.

"How cute, big dog."

Zhou Si smiled.

As he "practiced medicine", more and more patients were cured by Zhou Si. Later, Zhou Si formed a group and brought these people together to form a mutual aid group. These people were distributed in all walks of life. They would communicate about their illnesses and encourage each other, but more often than not, they would act as Zhou Si's spies, keeping an eye on patients suspected of having somatic cognitive dissociation and passing the information on to Zhou Si.

Thanks to these hard-working old customers, Zhou Si finally found this place and waited for the target to appear.

He didn't know how long this wait lasted, but suddenly a ticking sound sounded. He opened his phone and saw several messages popping up. The light from the screen illuminated Zhou Si's slightly pale face.

"Oh? Found you."

Zhou Si showed a scary smile. At this moment, he no longer looked like a doctor, but instead looked like a crazy murderer.

He picked up the toolbox and walked out of the abandoned corridor into the darkness.

…

Not far from the abandoned factory, a car stopped on the side of the road. It turned off the engine and all power supplies. The entire car went dark and merged with the huge shadow.

"Are you sure that guy is here?"

The two people in the car chatted briefly, picked up the night vision goggles, and looked into the factory.

"Well, I have released the news that a patient with somatic cognitive dissociation is wandering here. Based on our understanding of him, he should be on the way to hunt now."

The man's voice was slightly hoarse. In order not to reveal his position, he resisted the urge to smoke, which made him feel bad.

"hunting?"

The guy in the driver's seat wasn't very understanding.

"Yes, hunting, just like somatic dissociation, is also one of the 'urban legends' in the eyes of many people."

The man explained along the traces of memory.

"There is such a 'zealous' body doctor in the city of Anyan. Based on the information, he will track down those patients who are out of control. He will forcefully intervene and catch them before they hurt anyone and be executed by the riot task force. , and heal them.”

"Somatic dissociation syndrome..." Zhang Weiluo whispered, with doubt in his voice, "I didn't expect this to be true. I always thought it was some new Internet buzzword."

"It's always been true, it's just not recognized," the voice paused, and then continued, "As for why it's not recognized, whether it's because of interests or something else, I don't know... but what I do know is that when When we show up here, we show that this is real."

In the dimness, Zhang Weiluo could see the man's pupils, like stars and moon, emitting a shimmering light.

Yan Liang looked forward, watching the movements in the abandoned factory, and continued, "Whether it's body cognitive dissociation syndrome or a hunting body doctor, this is true."

"So this Zhou Si is the mysterious hunter?"

Zhang Weiluo recalled the photos on the file and continued.

"Former Shenwei Company, body tester at Laboratory Zero, resigned from Shenwei Company due to an accident... I didn't expect that he would end up in this line of work."

As he spoke, Zhang Weiluo's expression became slightly excited.

"Wait a minute, I remember that the Divine Mind System was born from Shenwei's Laboratory Zero, right?" Before Yan Liang could answer, Zhang Weiluo sighed, "This guy has an amazing resume."

"More than that, the reason why he was named was not only because he was a body tester, but also because of some things that happened after he left his job." Yan Liang said.

"What?"

"The reason why he resigned was that he suffered from somatic cognitive dissociation after the accident, and it was an extremely serious kind. His cognition had a huge deviation, which not only affected his life and self-perception. I know that."

"What's up with him?"

"Schizophrenia, according to the Lancet Joint Hospital report, he split into two consciousnesses, one is a false personality distorted by the body, and the other is a normal personality left behind with flesh and blood."

"These things are not written in the file." Zhang Weiluo became serious.

"It's normal. After all, there is no 'somatic dissociation syndrome' in this world."

Yan Liang said meaningfully.

"So this famous doctor is also an extremely crazy patient? This reminds me of the jokes made by mentally ill people."

Zhang Weiluo felt that everything was getting worse now. It was nonsense to think of a terminally ill guy treating other patients.

"No, he cured himself. This is what's really amazing about Dr. Zhou," Yan Liang denied. "He can be said to be the person who knows the most about somatic dissociation syndrome because he himself was One of the most severely ill.”

"So is he a patient or a doctor now?"

"doctor."

"What about his illness?"

"Healed."

Hearing this, Zhang Weiluo realized something, and he continued to ask Yan Liang.

"How did he heal himself?"

After a few seconds of silence, Yan Liang's voice contained a hoarse smile.

"Correction of mistakes, return to normal life, kill the wrong personality caused by the body, and make oneself 'healed'."

Zhang Weiluo was stunned.

"Perhaps it was the empathy of fellow patients? Or was it the kindness of the doctor? After that, Dr. Zhou began his career as a body doctor as we know him."

Zhang Weiluo ignored Yan Liang's words, his eyes were slightly frightened, and he kept thinking about the information Yan Liang just said.

Zhou Si killed another self, another wrong self.

For some reason, Zhang Weiluo felt deeply uneasy just from the words. He reached out his hand and gently touched his gun.

"Newcomer, don't worry too much. Doctors are kind. Doctor Zhou won't eat you."

Yan Liang laughed, diluting the rather solemn atmosphere a lot.

Suddenly there was a low roar coming from the abandoned factory, followed by bursts of iron roar. Yan Liang immediately put away his smile and looked serious.

"Here we go, Zhang Weiluo."

"oh oh!"

Zhang Weiluo responded repeatedly, but he was still a newcomer after all. Under Yan Liang's almost "ghost accident" narration, he was extremely nervous now.

The car started, and the bright headlights pierced the darkness.

"Wait! Seat belt!" Yan Liang said.

"Don't care about such things at this time!" Zhang Weiluo grabbed the steering wheel.

More stars and moons flashed in Yan Liang's left eye, and dense lines could be seen swirling in the pupil. The pupil contracted slightly, and then relaxed.

The electronic prosthetic eye peered ahead, and he stepped on the accelerator. Zhang Weiluo was pressed against the back of the seat by the acceleration, and the car roared towards the factory.

…

The sound of rapid footsteps echoed in the darkness, and the sound of deep breathing passed by. Zhou Si ran all the way. He looked at the figure running with him below and couldn't help but shout.

"I said, have you been vaccinated? If you are not vaccinated, you are not a good dog!"

The other party ignored him, and Zhou Si started talking bad things again.

"Then do you have a dog license? Where is your owner? Why don't you have a leash?"

The speeding figure below ignored him and just ran on all fours. You could barely see that there were several wires dragging on the blurry figure, and electric light was ejected from them.

"What a troublesome patient."

Seeing that the other party had no response to his verbal attack, Zhou Si muttered to himself.

He had been hunting this patient for a long time and finally managed to block him. As a result, he had extraordinary strength and easily escaped from the trap set by Zhou Si.

Raising his hand, a firearm full of welding marks appeared in Zhou Si's hand. As a "tool" specially used by Dr. Zhou to make medical visits, this thing is not very lethal, and due to design problems, it can only fire a single shot. After pulling the trigger, you have to reload.

With his vision dim, Zhou Si relied on his experience to calibrate and fire.

A small harpoon-like bullet was fired, and just when it was about to hit, the opponent suddenly accelerated its speed, and a light blue light could be seen emerging from the black shadow's body.

It was not light, but fireworks. The blue fireworks rose under his thighs like gentle wings.

His speed was accelerated to the extreme, easily dodging Zhou Si's gunfire, and then smashed through the factory door, tearing a huge hole in the surface of the iron door.

"This is not the output that a conventional body can achieve!"

Zhou Si marveled. According to the latest "Regulations on the Use of Body", the body used by the opponent can be regarded as an armed body, but Zhou Si did not stop moving forward.

"Has the extraordinary transformation developed to this point now?"

After climbing down the railing and landing smoothly on the ground, he jumped out along the hole torn by the opponent.

The open space outside the factory has become barren, overgrown with weeds and covered with loess. Only a few dim street lights barely illuminated everything.

As soon as Zhou Si's vision became brighter, the sound of wind swept over him.

As if being struck by a whip, Zhou Si felt a burning pain in his body, and then he was whipped away several meters away. The tool box also left his hands and fell to the ground, with the tools scattered everywhere.

"Hiha!"

A threatening voice sounded, and Zhou Si stood up reluctantly, frowning.

"Has your cognition become so skewed? You can't even speak human words anymore."

He muttered, and through the dim street light, Zhou Si could clearly see the patient he was hunting for the first time.

It was a man, whose specific appearance Zhou Si couldn't see clearly. His face was covered with war makeup, and there were drawings of extended fangs along the corners of his mouth and below his ears.

Lying on all fours, the forearms of both hands were covered with metal, and the palms became mechanical prostheses. The sharp claws gripped the ground firmly, and the legs were fully arched, like a beast, emitting blue wings from time to time.

Somatic cognitive dissociation disorder.

The patient in front of him was undoubtedly a terminally ill one. In order to achieve complete mimicry, he even added a slender tail to his tail vertebra to completely transform into a beast. It was this slender tail that struck him Zhou Si was knocked down.

"Do you think you are a human? Or a shell?"

Zhou Si stood up slowly and asked this question.

Unfortunately, the other party still didn't answer him, but only made wild beast-like calls from time to time, threatening Zhou Si.

Zhou Si is not surprised. For patients like this, their cognition has been completely distorted. The consciousness injected into the body is distorted into the appearance of the body. After returning to the body, the distorted consciousness can no longer adapt to the appearance of the body, so it can only I can transform my body.

Just like the demonstration he did for Wang Lu.

The twisted and ferocious clay and the clay of the human brain are both clay, but their shapes are no longer the same.

Therefore, during the long treatment, Zhou Si also doubted something about him.

For example, do humans really have a so-called soul? So when consciousness is injected into machinery, is it consciousness or soul that is injected?

"Does the body determine the soul, or does the soul determine the body?"

Zhou Si murmured to himself.

"Don't you think it's a little too depressing, my friend?"

He paused and picked up his phone.

"What do you like? Classical music? Or rock and roll, heavy metal, etc.?" Zhou Si flipped through the playlist, not caring about the ferocious beast in front of him, "How about industrial metal? I quite like this recently."

Without trying to seek the patient's opinion, Zhou Si pressed the play button, took out the hammer and hatchet from his waist, and raised the "tool" high, like a tiger.

Then a song rang in his ears, and Zhou Si shouted with his broken gong voice along with the song.

"I can hear the scream of trumpets! (I hear the shrill whistle!)

Smell the ash and sulfur! (Smell the dust in the air, mixed with the smell of sulfur!)"

Rough and harsh singing sounded, accompanied by the collision of metal and metal, and the lead singer roared hoarsely.

Everyone likes to play music to themselves and hum the wonderful melody in their mind when doing something, whether it is taking a bath, riding a bike, or taking a walk.

It's like the protagonist in a movie, the background music is suddenly inserted when killing everyone, everything is moving in a cool and handsome direction.

Zhou Si likes this. In this way, he puts himself in a bloody B-level movie, just like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre vs. The Terminator, with cheap special effects and sprayed plasma.

In an instant, the patient rushed over quickly, his sharp claws leaving dents on the ground when he jumped. This blow hit Zhou Si's body, and even the iron armor he was wearing would be easily torn apart. broken.

There was no fear on Zhou Si's face and he was extremely calm. For the patient, this was a culling of a wild beast, but for Zhou Si, this was just an ordinary outing for medical practice.

"It's time to practice medicine!"

Accompanied by the song, Zhou Si cheered and turned sideways to easily avoid the patient's attack. His sharp claws hit the ground hard, breaking the rock and raising dust. At this time, Zhou Si was already standing on the patient's body. Beside, after a missed blow, the patient's body was full of flaws.

The patient completely recognized himself as a beast, but while gaining wildness, he also lost his rationality as a human being.

"First, anesthesia!"

Zhou Si raised the hammer high, struck it hard on the patient's lower back, and the hammer head collided with the conductive mechanism attached to the spine. A huge amount of current was released from the conductive area of ​​the hammer head, and in the blink of an eye, spread throughout the patient's body.

Patients with this kind of illegal transformation have their original limbs removed and replaced with mechanical prostheses. These are all semi-immersed bodies. When dealing with these patients, only excessive current is needed to temporarily rejuvenate them. The spiritual system on the body is overloaded, interrupting the connection between consciousness and machinery, thus paralyzing the body.

Sparks flashed between the gaps in the machinery, and the patient's swift figure suddenly froze, his body shaking uncontrollably.

He turned his head hard, his eyes filled with fear.

"Protecting the spiritual system is a technical job. I think the doctor who illegally transformed you is not capable of doing this yet, right?"

Zhou Si's smile became weirder and weirder, as if he could get some extraordinary happiness from this hellish practice of medicine.

"The next step is to remove the lesion!"

As he spoke, he swung his hatchet and struck hard on the left leg during the brief moment when the patient was paralyzed.

There is nothing too sophisticated in the design of this hatchet. The only difference is that the metal used for the ax head is extremely hard.

Most of the illegally transformed bodies were pieced together from random garbage, giving them a rather wasteland punk feel. These irregular bodies had enough flaws for Zhou Si to take action.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the hatchet was raised and lowered. In the blink of an eye, a deep dent was cut into the machine's thigh. Broken machinery and cables were exposed between the dented metal, and some liquid similar to engine oil was dripping.

The effect of the electric current was over, and the patient stood up suddenly, waved his sharp tail and tried to beat Zhou Si again.

Zhou Si leaned back, dodged the tail blow and swung the hatchet again. The delicate tail could not withstand the rough attack. The joints where it was connected were twisted, and the tail drooped as if it had been broken.

"Aha!"

The patient roared. He dragged his crooked thigh and swung his sharp claws at Zhou Si. The sharp ends could easily cut through flesh and blood.

But just when he was about to hit Zhou Si, the sharp claw was hanging in the air and could not fall any further.

Zhou Si raised his left hand, intertwined his five fingers, and locked his sharp claws firmly in his hand.

"Are you surprised? It's a long story. This is my first time practicing medicine, and the patient left a gift for me."

A dim blue appeared under the skin of Zhou Si's left arm. With the force of his sharp claws, the skin on the back of his hand was scraped open, but underneath it was not flesh and blood, but the same solid steel.

"Beware of medical trouble, my friend."

Zhou Si jumped for joy, waving swords, guns, swords and halberds, dancing and fighting with the steel beasts.

fear.

His distorted consciousness felt the fear he had never experienced before. He let out bursts of screams and tried to escape, but Zhou Si had already grabbed his sharp claws, and with force, directly suppressed his joints and pushed the patient away. Pinned to the ground.

The patient struggled hard, leaving scratches on the ground one after another, but it was all to no avail.

The hatchet struck again, like a delicate amputation. The ax blade cut along the gaps in the mechanical joints, cutting off the steel and cables together.

Zhou Si released the severed mechanical arm and threw it aside.

The patient struggled hard. He moved his body and crawled with difficulty using his only movable right hand and left foot.

Lifting the muzzle of the gun, a harpoon bullet hit the patient's torso. Electricity surged from the bullet, causing the patient to become paralyzed again and stop moving.

"Huh, let me think about it, you want to come out in this posture late at night when no one is around, so that you can truly come to life, instead of trying hard to pretend to be a normal person in the eyes of the world, right?"

Zhou Si walked to the patient's side and said slowly.

"Next step……"

He touched his lower back and found it empty.

"Wait! Relax."

Zhou Si showed a kind smile, and his white coat fluttered in the wind.

He trotted all the way to the toolbox and rummaged among the scattered tools. During this time, the patient could feel the paralysis in his body gradually fading away. He scratched the ground and struggled to crawl away from this nightmare place.

But after he climbed a few meters, he heard an engine sound behind him.

The patient looked back in horror, only to see Zhou Si walking towards him with his hands behind his back, and the roaring engine sound came from behind him.

"Dr. Zhou! I have transplanted too many bodies, and they interfere with my cognition. What should I do?"

Zhou Si imitated a low tone, like a crazy mental patient, asking and answering questions to himself.

"Boom boom! It's a chainsaw!"

Zhou Si raised the electric hand saw vigorously. Under the dim light, it looked particularly sacred. But as Zhou Si pressed the switch, the sharp saw teeth flew around. The sacredness and beauty were shattered in the rumbling sound. land.

"Just amputation!"

Zhou Si held the electric hand saw and trotted towards the patient.

It may be that excessive fear had an irreversible blow to this patient, and the violent wildness completely broke out at this moment.

The patient roared, and just as Zhou Si was preparing to face the explosive attack, the patient turned around and crawled towards the outside of the factory, using all his strength.

Whether it is animal instinct, human reason, or both, these prompt the patient to behave this way.

He desperately wanted to escape from here, but the doctor behind him was chasing after him. He was holding an electric chainsaw, with a smile on his face, but murderous intent on his body.

He is not so much a doctor as he is a chainsaw massacre disguised as a doctor.

The patient was completely captured by fear, so he did not notice the things around him. When he realized the change, the bright light had completely enveloped him.

There was only a muffled sound, and the patient was knocked out, rolled on the ground several times, and finally stopped in the corner, making no sound.

Zhang Weiluo sat in the car a little dull, holding the steering wheel with both hands, and asked tremblingly.

"Did I hit something?"

Yan Liang looked at him with cold eyes. Zhang Weiluo did not dare to look at Yan Liang. He knew that Yan Liang had just maintained the car yesterday.

"Hug...Sorry, I just got my driver's license last month."

"get off."

Yan Liang picked up the gun and said angrily.

Zhang Weiluo controlled his mood and got out of the car.

The desolate open space was covered with broken mechanical parts, covered with red engine oil that looked like blood. In the picture, a guy in a white coat looked at Zhang Weiluo and Yan Liang with a dull look.

He looked terrible, with a smile that had not yet dissipated on his face, and his white coat was stained with engine oil. The electric hand saw in his hand was still turning, and with the exciting and strange music, the composition in front of him was perfect. It formed a terrible picture of hell.

Zhang Weiluo looked at the chainsaw murderer, then at the silent figure lying on the side, and he asked slightly confused.

"Um... Excuse me, who is Dr. Zhou?"

After a moment, Chainsaw Massacre raised his hand.

…

The scene at the moment was a bit weird, like a bad stage play. Zhou Si was immersed in the performance, but suddenly an audience member climbed up to the stage, interrupting the climax.

He held the electric hand saw and looked at the unconscious patient not far away. He didn't know whether to continue practicing medicine or do something else.

After practicing medicine for so long, Zhou Si has always been very careful. The patients he cures will become Zhou Si's eyes, looking for more potential patients with somatic cognitive dissociation for him, and he himself often visits various forums. , paying attention to the strange rumors in Ammon City.

Before each attack, Zhou Si would carefully plan and find the location to attack based on many factors of the patient, and then quickly incapacitate the patient, drag them back to his clinic, dismantle the illegally modified body, and cure them.

The patient who was knocked down now, as Zhou Si said before, has been trying hard to pretend to be a normal person. Only when night falls, will he come to this remote abandoned factory and transform himself into a beast again. , Zhou Si also seized this opportunity.

Logically speaking, there should be only doctors and patients here. Who are these two guys in front of me? Family members?

"You are?"

Zhou Si pressed the switch to stop the electric hand saw, and the noisy engine sound was interrupted.

"The Riot Control Task Force, Yan Liang and Zhang Weiluo."

Yan Liang said as he took out his ID and showed it to Zhou Si. Next to Yan Liang's ID photo was the logo of the Riot Control Task Force, a shield made of gears interlocking layers.

The birth of spiritual technology has promoted the development of body technology, which has also led to the rise of many industries. However, along with it comes the power of supervision. The Riot Suppression Task Force is a special department created to target body crimes. Basically, everything related to the body is within their management scope.

Zhou Si's expression was calm, not affected by his identity as a riot control task force.

"So...what's going on?"

Zhou Si said as he put the electric handsaw back into the tool box. Under Yan Liang's gaze, he collected the scattered tools and put them back into the tool box.

"Is this how you usually practice medicine?"

Yan Liang did not answer Zhou Si's question, but instead chatted with him about practicing medicine. The strange situation in front of him was rare, and Yan Liang was very interested.

"Yes, these illegally reformed patients are usually very dangerous. It is more like hunting wild animals than practicing medicine. Problems may arise if you are not careful."

Zhou Si waved his left arm as he spoke, and the skin coating was scraped off, revealing a metallic texture. Zhou Si's left arm is a prosthetic leg.

"Is it because of the body they used?" Yan Liang glanced at the door of the factory building. The iron sheet was roughly torn open, and the edges were ferocious with sharp edges. "This kind of output, according to regulations, can be regarded as an armed body. "

"After all, it is illegal transformation. The "Regulations on the Use of Body" you implemented does not apply to businessmen and doctors who are active in the gray area," Zhou Si said. "In their eyes, there are no civilian bodies or armed bodies, just Whatever the customer needs, they do it.”

"Every patient has potential dangers." Zhang Weiluo said upon seeing this.

"More than that, what's really scary about them is not these bodies, these are just sword blades in the final analysis." Zhou Si walked to the patient's side and judged his condition, "It's like you let a child pick up a sword blade. , how many people do you think he can kill?"

Yan Liang remained silent and did not respond, just listening to Zhou Si talking to himself.

"One, two, or three?"

Zhou Si took out the screws and scissors and painstakingly disassembled the patient's body to reduce the risk as much as possible.

"Except for those who are born killers, I think most children will tremble and stop after seeing blood and hearing wailing, and they may even cry in fear, but these patients are different, everyone from the riot control task force. "

The tinkling sound continued, and Zhou Si was like a skilled butcher, easily removing the prosthetic limbs from the patient's body.

"Children are afraid because they are human beings and have human hearts, but patients are different. They are terminally ill and their consciousness is distorted by their bodies.

In their cognition, the concepts of body and flesh have been confused. For them, perhaps the body is their real body. "

Zhou Si stood up and kicked the patient twice.

"Just like him, does he think he is a wolf? Or another beast. These are not important. What is important is that they do not think they are human beings. Human ethics and morals cannot restrain him. He is a beast, and beasts are bloodthirsty. Eating is a normal thing.”

Yan Liang's eyes were cold. He had participated in suppressing body crimes many times, but just as he did not acknowledge the existence of body cognitive dissociation disorder, the riot control task force rarely conducted such a deeper understanding.

"The patients not only have sharp swords, but also have the heart to wield them. This is what is extremely scary about them." Zhou Si said.

"So you became a doctor? Going on this secretive hunt sounds like a vigilante."

Zhang Weiluo waved his hand.

"There is nothing that can be done about it. From the perspective of the body doctor, they are just poor patients. As long as they are cured, they can return to normal people." Zhou Si glanced at the patient's face. His expression was peaceful and he fell into a peaceful sleep. , "But under today's circumstances, if you continue to let them go, you will be shot dead in the street, right?"

"Out of a sense of justice?" Zhang Weiluo asked.

"Doctors are kindhearted, do you understand?"

Zhou Si retorted casually. This conversation seemed to have been repeated many times, and Zhou Si responded very quickly.

Yan Liang watched all this quietly. Zhou Si seemed very calm about the arrival of the two riot control task force members. He tied up the patient and collected the scattered bodies and fallen parts.

Zhou Si was indeed well prepared. He pulled out another box from the shadows, dug out a body bag, and put the patient in it.

"Somatic dissociation disorder...Dr. Zhou, to you, what exactly is this disease?"

Yan Liang suddenly asked.

Zhou Si picked up the body bag. He paused and looked at Yan Liang's serious look. Zhou Si responded.

"It's like role-playing. The human puppet masters play another strange role in the cold body. They are so deeply involved in the play that they blur the boundaries between flesh and body, and even their own appearances are blurred. Can not remember."

"Why didn't such symptoms appear at the beginning?"

Yan Liang asked again, it has been nearly ten years since the spiritual technology appeared, but the so-called body dissociation disorder began to increase frequently about five years ago.

"It's very simple, because of the development of body technology."

Zhou Si explained.

"The body technology has been updated and iterated, and the illusion they simulate is becoming more and more real. Correspondingly, the puppet masters who use spiritual thoughts are getting deeper into it.

Just like those common science fiction movies, the protagonist actually lives in a computer virtual world, but this virtual world is so real that he can't find loopholes at all... This is the trouble that patients suffer today, The feeling the body gave them was too real.

It is even said that the world of the body is more beautiful than the world of flesh and blood, and there will be no fatigue or pain..."

Zhou Si picked up the body bag and the toolbox. After saying this, he glanced at the car parked aside.

"Can I use the trunk?"

"ah?"

Zhang Weiluo was stunned by Zhou Si's words, and then he realized that Dr. Zhou was a little too calm when facing the riot control task force.

Not only did he show no signs of panic, he was also able to chat with the riot squad and continue his medical practice while chatting.

"Dr. Zhou, are you a little too calm?"

Zhang Weiluo couldn't help but said.

"What else? Two guys from the riot control task force didn't go home in the middle of the night and came here to block me... I guess you also deliberately released the news about this patient, right?"

Zhou Si's face was calm, as if he didn't care about the two people in front of him at all.

"You didn't send out armed bodies, so you didn't come to suppress the patients, and you didn't draw a gun to warn me. It doesn't look like you came to cause trouble for me.

So you are asking for something from me, right? "

Walking to the trunk, Zhou Si kicked the wheels twice. Seeing this, Yan Liang took out the car key, pressed the switch, and the trunk opened, allowing Zhou Si to stuff his patients and messy tools into the trunk. .

"Let's go, let's talk about anything on the way."

Zhou Si took off his white coat that was stained with dust and engine oil, balled it up into a ball, and threw it into the shadows. He opened the car door and sat in the back seat as if he were getting into a friend's car.

"this……"

Zhang Weiluo gritted his teeth. He felt that something was wrong with the situation. According to the original plot, after the two revealed their identities, shouldn't Zhou Si have tremblingly cooperated with their interrogation? Why is this guy acting like a guest?

He looked at Yan Liang. Yan Liang, who was always strong, didn't say anything and walked directly to the car.

"I'll drive."

After opening the car door, Yan Liang did not forget to say to Zhang Weiluo.

Sitting in the car, the atmosphere was a little strange, and Zhou Si suddenly handed over his mobile phone.

"This is the location of my clinic, just follow the navigation."

Zhang Weiluo looked at Zhou Si with stiff eyes, "Didn't you drive here yourself in this wilderness?"

"Ah? I took the subway and then rode a shared bicycle here, yes, that's it!"

Zhou Si pointed at the bicycle parked on the side of the road. It flipped to the ground and was still babbling, saying something like it was out of range.

"Are you sure we're looking for a doctor, not a patient?"

Zhang Weiluo asked uncertainly. This guy looked crazy.

"It's him, Zhou Si, Doctor Zhou. Isn't it normal for such a wonderful existence to have a weird personality?"

Yan Liang said with certainty.

"The doctor who suffered from such severe somatic cognitive dissociation and finally recovered on his own..."

Zhou Si leaned back in his chair, unmoved by Yan Liang's praise.

"So what's up? Everyone."

"We are appointed by the client, and we have a commission that we hope you can handle."

Yan Liang said, driving into the city.

"Can you call in the riot control task force? Is there any big shot who is sick? Logically speaking, he should receive comprehensive treatment. He shouldn't be in trouble with a body doctor like me, right?"

Zhou Si guessed, "Or is it that the matter is too troublesome for you to deal with, so you can only find someone to try?"

"Things are indeed very bad and almost out of control, but I am not looking for you randomly, but the client has designated you and needs you."

Yan Liang said.

"who?"

"Divine power."