Ruyizhai

Wu Xingchen said: "Blindly consuming high-sugar and high-fat foods can easily lead to gestational diabetes, which is very dangerous to pregnant women and fetuses. Every year, [-]% of new human women choose to conceive inside the body, which is what you are after. the natural way of giving birth."

The woman shrugged and said: "The way of giving birth is not the point. The point is that no one here will interfere with what kind of character the baby will have in the future, what kind of emotions it will have, and what kind of things it will be good at."

"Genetic intervention has effectively prevented all kinds of genetic diseases caused by single gene defects, multiple gene effects, mitochondrial gene mutations, and chromosomal abnormalities," he said. "There are also various vaccine injections to ensure the healthy birth of every fetus. grow healthy."

The woman still shrugged her shoulders and said, "But before the genetic intervention experiment took shape, how many fertilized eggs and babies with heartbeats died in the experiment?"

Wu Xingchen looked at the woman unexpectedly: "I thought we were discussing the advantages of the birth methods of new humans and the birth methods here." He paused, "According to the topic you want to discuss, whether it is pregnant women Or the infant mortality rate in the birth process without intervention is not low." He asked: "Are there any obstetricians and gynecologists here?"

The woman giggled and said, "There are experienced midwives here."

"If a pregnant woman here fainted in pain and lost a lot of blood during labor, would you be sure to provide her with appropriate medical assistance?"

The woman shook her head, Wu Xingchen said: "So, she might die?"

The woman said again: "" This is the natural law of survival of the fittest. "

"This is an unreasonable allocation of resources. People can die from accidents, but they can die from problems that can be completely avoided with existing medical technology. This is too unreasonable." Wu Xingchen was a little excited, "Could it be that cold-bloodedness is also the ancient pursuit you pursue?" Is it an 'instinct' handed down by human beings?"

The woman's eyes widened: "Cold-blooded? This is a big crime! Is death some kind of disaster? Is it an unreasonable demon?" She continued: "All life is based on pain, suffering and death. Without the overlapping of life and death, how can the living be grateful for life, and how can they fully live in every moment? Just like thousands of years ago, when people saw the dying earth, they began to realize the value of environmental protection. It's like this, you have to experience loss to know how to cherish." She looked at Wu Xingchen, "You just regard death as a concept, in your eyes, maybe she is just a sickle, or a black crow, You can't see the army behind her, which diminishes her potency and power."

Speaking of this, the woman raised her gaze, passed Wu Xingchen, and waved her hand in the direction of the cafeteria door.Wu Xingchen saw that a group of about ten people came in from the cafeteria, headed by a black-haired young man wearing a monocle.The woman is waving at him.The young man smiled at the woman.The woman pulled Wu Xingchen up, pushed him to the team, and said, "Maybe you should take a full tour of the headquarters!"

Wu Xingchen didn't have much interest in visiting the headquarters. He wanted to chat with the woman about Ruyizhai, what he had said to her ten years ago, and how long he had stayed here.He had too many questions, but as soon as the woman introduced him to the black-haired young man, the young man immediately took the lead in applauding and said, "Brothers and sisters in the branch, welcome new friends to join today's guide."

Everyone in the guide team applauded, and some whistled. Everyone came to greet Wu Xingchen, and surrounded him tightly. After Wu Xingchen dealt with it, the woman disappeared.Wu Xingchen was in a hurry to find a woman, and went out of the crowd. Suddenly, a man tugged his mechanical arm and said, "Hey, Mr. Wu, since you're here, please let it go."

Wu Xingchen looked at the man, with sharp eyes, neat short hair, hooked nose, and narrow face, he looked familiar.The enthusiastic guide team surrounded him and walked out of the cafeteria.Wu Xingchen remembered that the man was Chi Ying from the police department who came here ten years ago to handle the case.He knew him, he recognized him!Wu Xingchen had goosebumps all over his body, and he broke out in a cold sweat, but he saw that Chiying was smiling all over his face, and there was nothing on his wrist, and he was still gesturing to shake hands with him. At the terminal, some small red dots can occasionally be seen on everyone's right wrist, which is the same size as the red dot on Teng Rong's wrist.

Chi Ying said again: "Did you see the advertisement or someone recommended it? Or..."

Wu Xingchen shook hands with him, and asked, "Are you all from the branch?"

Chiying said: "I thought there couldn't be any machinery here." He grabbed Wu Xingchen's mechanical hand, and Wu Xingchen's bracelet was also worn on the mechanical hand. The terminal was not turned on at this time, Chiying let go of Wu Xingchen, Said: "Do you think it is possible to organize a mechanical hobby club here? I heard from the guide that it is no problem to organize any club here. Unlike outside, you have to report to the Ministry of Culture or the Ministry of Social Services for approval. Although it is [-]% It's all going to be approved, but until it's approved, you can't do anything."

Wu Xingchen said: "Isn't that why you joined the Netherworld psychic? Are you Chiying who used to work in the police department?"

Chiying tore off her collar, looked down, and smiled, "555, a new code name."

Chiying said: "Your surname is Wu, right? Wu Xingchen? You used to work in the identification department of the Earth Museum? Are you still working there?"

When Wu Xingchen heard this question, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. Now that the sightseeing team had reached the seventh floor, he pointed to the round hole on the top of his head, talked about it from left to right, and asked the tour guide loudly: "The eighth floor... is it?" Are you going to build an eighth floor?"

Chiying didn't ask any further questions. Like everyone else, he seemed to be very interested in the round hole above their heads and the occasional people carrying tiles that could be seen on the round hole.The guide said: "The eighth floor is indeed under construction, and you can see some members working."

"How many floors do you plan to build?" Chi Ying asked.

They were too close to the round hole, and Wu Xingchen realized that the round hole was not hollow, but had a side of glass embedded in it.The sunlight penetrated the glass and cast a white veil of light in front of them.

The guide said: "Life lies in the infinite extension."

Chiying added: "Just now I heard from the children on the fifth floor that there will be a masked soul haunting the top floor of Tongtian Tower at night. It is a lost soul that no one calls."

The tour guide smiled: "You mean ghost?"

Everyone laughed, and someone seconded: "It seems that I did hear footsteps last night."

The guide said: "All souls are wandering in the sky, you need to hear their voices from the wind, and feel their tears from the rain." He smiled again, "Children always have all kinds of fantasies. That's what's cute about them, isn't it? It's sad that people are losing their ability to fantasize."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and some applauded.

The guide took everyone to visit the rooms on the seventh floor: "Newcomers who are newcomers will be temporarily arranged to live on this floor. Of course, you can choose the room at will. After seven days, the newcomers will be allocated according to their ages. Going to different floors, as we all know, pregnant women are on the sixth floor, children are on the fifth floor, teenagers and young people are on the fourth floor, and middle-aged people are on the third floor. When using language to communicate here, you often hear some colloquialism. Are you still used to the mixed use of the lingua franca and written lingua franca?"

The tour guide looked at Wu Xingchen and asked this question.

Wu Xingchen nodded and asked, "Does the old man live on the second floor?"

The tour guide said: "Yes, because the old man has limited mobility. As for the footsteps mentioned just now, some pregnant women have poor sleep quality in the late pregnancy. What the children heard may be the sound of them going to the ground at night."

Chiying arched Wu Xingchen, and asked him, "Are you still used to it?"

"In terms of language..."

Chiying interrupted Wu Xingchen and said, "How long have you been here? One day? One week? One month?"

His eyes were very close, as if he was trying to trace every subtle expression on Wu Xingchen's face.Wu Xingchen was frightened again, avoiding Chiying's sight, and said, "It was just a night stay last night."

"Then are you still staying here tonight? Will you still live on the seventh floor?"

Wu Xingchen saw that the tour guide was leading them past the room where dried roses were hung, and he said, "Just live here."

Two rooms away is the president's office.The guide said: "During the listening session, the members who sign up every day will come to the top floor. The listening session will be held in the president's office at ten o'clock every night, and this is the room that I will show you around next."

He knocked on the door of the president's office, and after a while, Teng Rong's voice sounded: "Please come in."

At this time, there is only one desk and one chair in the president's office.Teng Rong was concentrating on writing something in a paper notebook at his desk, he was completely immersed in his own world, until the guide asked: "Can I ask what the president is busy with?" Teng Rong stopped writing, raised his head, and said: "Of course, of course, this is the script of a stage play prepared for the Artavis Festival a month later." Teng Rong generously picked up the book, and said to the guide team: "If you don't mind knowing the plot in advance, you can read it." one look."

The Artavis Festival seems to hold a lot of weight in the hearts of these members. A man blushed and stammered and asked, "Is it... the legendary annual festival?"

The rest of the team were also very excited. Just when Wu Xingchen was puzzled, the tour guide said: "Every winter solstice, the headquarters will hold a large party. According to ancient legends, the winter solstice is the most powerful place for Sosruko. When he was weak, Artavis, the incarnation of evil, often came to harass him and torture him. In order to help Sosruko survive the difficult winter, people would hold grand sacrifices on the day when winter came to drive away Artavis. .But at headquarters, people prefer to call this day a holiday. Maybe some of you are unfamiliar with the word 'festival'. In summer, in order to appreciate the gift of the sun, a three-day Thanksgiving is held. In autumn, there is Labor Day to celebrate the harvest. The last day of December is New Year’s Day. After this day, the calendar enters a new year. In [-], people will also enter a new stage. However, the Artavis Festival will be celebrated only at the headquarters."

The guide also said: "Festivals have gradually become people's expectations in life. Festivals have increased the sense of ritual in life. It is festivals that distinguish humans from animals. Animals also hunt, eat, and reproduce, but only humans , hunting, eating, multiplying, sacrificing, celebrating, and slowly, the Artavis Festival will be promoted and run in the branch.”

Everyone passed and stroked the paper of the notebook, and listened to the guide's words, envious and excited.

The guide opened a door and said, "This is the entrance to the gallery."

There was another commotion, and some people gasped.The members on the left and right sides of Wu Xingchen clasped their hands, closed their eyes and prayed, saying: "The soul is united, the holy painter, the greatness is with you, kiss your hands."

Their breathing was rapid, as if they were about to suffocate.

Chiying was very calm, Wu Xingchen asked him in a low voice: "Does the gallery have such a high status in the hearts of members?"

"This gallery is a holy place, and they are all here for pilgrimage." Chiying said.

One by one the pilgrims stooped into the gallery.Wu Xingchen followed Chiying and was at the end.After stepping on the stairs in the gallery, he looked back, and the tour guide who had been leading the team was still talking to Teng Rong at this moment.The guide met Wu Xingchen's eyes and walked towards him.He closed the door and walked behind Wu Xingchen.

"This is the creation of Mr. Teng Yu during his lifetime." The tour guide said in a low voice of prayer.His voice and tone were originally very gentle, with an affinity that people could not easily refuse. In the gallery, he lowered the volume, which made him sound more friendly, and when he said Teng Yu’s name At that moment, his voice trembled, which was unavoidably moving.

"Mr. Teng Yu has the soul of a great painter. This soul came to his body with centuries of memories. However, the energy of this soul is so powerful that it exceeds what his body can bear. The limit, so that he burned his life, but the world does not understand him, no one to help him, they think he is crazy, crazy, they recognize Sosruko as Artavis. Brothers and sisters This, gentlemen, is the price of greatness, this is the path of greatness, loneliness, mockery, death..."

The tour guide took a deep breath, and someone whispered: "Kiss your hands!!"

The dim candle flickered.Wu Xingchen was sure that this person must have an exclamation mark at the end of his sentence, maybe two.

"The paintings you see now..." The guide's voice became hoarse, "Thin words can only describe the picture, but cannot summarize the connotation behind each stroke. How happy are these Dutch street scenes in the [-]th century , These eighteenth-century Parisian salons have all kinds of novelties, and a diverse metropolis is quietly showing its prominence here."

Someone asked: "What is diversity?"

The person who asked the question looked seventeen or eighteen years old, and when it came to the word "diversification", he parroted it, but he didn't know it well.Wu Xingchen was surprised. In his memory, pluralism was not a word that disappeared in the common language.Perhaps during his ten years in a coma, it disappeared.This is a common occurrence. When researching ancient books, he often encountered such a problem. A character combination appeared in the handwritten books in 3000. By 3002, the entire terminal could not find its trace. At such times we have to turn to other people's memories.Once this situation is discovered, it must be reported to the superior.

The tour guide explained: "It means colorful."

He continued: "Look, how lonely these twentieth-century women are, how noble the bamboos depicted in these ink paintings are, and there are some meanings that only Mr. Teng Yu can understand."

Everyone was silent, the atmosphere was oppressive, and even the breathing was very low.

Wu Xingchen looked at the paintings on both sides of the corridor. A small painting of an unkempt old man biting a naked human body caught his attention. He had not seen this painting yesterday.Could it be that his memory has gone wrong again?He turned and asked the guide, "Has this painting been here all along?"

The tour guide said: "The president found this when he was sorting out old things last night, and everyone has never seen it before."

Wu Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief, but he was puzzled: "Ten years have passed, and you can still find new paintings from old items? It should have been sorted out long ago, right?"

The tour guide smiled and said, "The work efficiency of the new humans is too high."

The guide team has already walked out of the gallery one after another and arrived at the first floor, where some people sitting cross-legged meditate under the sunshine like a white gauze.

The guide said: "Then today's tour is over, and everyone can move freely."

Some people choose to join the meditating crowd, some people choose to go outside to get some air, Chiying disappeared in the blink of an eye, Wu Xingchen was still attracted by x12—it should be called "The Last Fall of the Rebellious Angel".He walked around in front of it, and couldn't help thinking: Is it because of this painting that Ruyizhai came back?On the day of the farewell ceremony, when he was looking at Teng Yu's remains, he got into a fight because he took the painting out of the coffin where Teng Yu was lying.

That's right, shouldn't this painting have been cremated along with Teng Yu's body according to Teng Rong's intention?

Wu Xingchen tapped his head, unexpectedly he only remembered such an important matter now.

"It seems that you like this painting very much." The guide's voice sounded from Wu Xingchen's side.Wu Xingchen asked him: "In my impression, Mr. Teng Rong originally planned to cremate this painting with Mr. Teng Yu's body, right?"

The tour guide said: "Yes, but everyone thinks it's a pity to do this, and because the president was taken away by the justice department at that time, everyone made their own decisions and kept it."

The tour guide raised his head slightly, looked at the oil painting, and said with emotion, "Who would have the heart to burn such a masterpiece?"

Wu Xingchen nodded, even if it is placed in the Earth Museum, this painting is definitely the best among all oil painting exhibits.Its excellent light and shadow contrast, the subtle portrayal of the expressions of the characters, and the novel depiction of eternal themes all deserve the admiration of "masterpiece".Perhaps this is why Ruyizhai misses it so much.

"I heard from the president, are you here to inquire about Mr. Ruyizhai?" the tour guide asked.

"You also know Ruyizhai?" Wu Xingchen looked at the guide in surprise.

The tour guide laughed twice and said, "Because I have a little research on the paintings, everyone will come to consult on issues related to the preservation of paintings."

He said: "At that time, Mr. Ruyizhai came to the headquarters, and the member who was in charge of receiving him claimed that Mr. Ruyizhai asked to take a last look at this painting. When this painting was donated to the Earth Museum together with other items, he participated The identification work has a lot to do with it."

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