Ruyizhai

After Wu Xingchen came out of Room 278, he didn't meet that pestering journalist again.He walked in the tunnel for a while, saw the arrow marking the exit on the wall, followed the arrow into an abandoned subway passage, followed the arrow to climb up the abandoned subway platform, turned around and returned to the ground to have a look , he stood on the Avenue René Coty.

It turns out that this is the authentic exit that Ruyizhai said.

Wu Xingchen patted his head, he didn’t want Ruyizhai anymore, at least he couldn’t remember and ponder Ruyizhai as “I”, “I” was limited by “I” was born out of Ruyizhai, when thinking of him, it was inevitable to be out of objective Let's use the identity of "Wu Xingchen" to remember and try to figure him out. "Wu Xingchen" has an independent thinking mode, and "Wu Xingchen" has no traces of anyone's creation on his body.However, "Wu Xingchen" is a product of a laboratory, so is it considered someone else's creation?No, the laboratory only gave him a body, and did not shape his soul. His soul was formed through his own learning, imitation, and precipitation during his long growth.

Thinking of this, Wu Xingchen's body suddenly lightened, he thought that he had wrongly blamed Clara, he still had to go to see him, tell him the conclusion he had drawn, and apologize to him, he had cursed him a lot in his heart before This time, he shouldn't do this. Clara is willing to help him, a wanted criminal, do this and that. She is a kind person.

Wu Xingchen walked quickly towards the observatory, and then he reached the intersection of Avenue Saint-Jacques. When he looked up, he saw black smoke billowing from the direction of the observatory.Wu Xingchen’s secret path was not good. He trotted through a block, and when he got to Faburg Street, he saw that the observatory’s observation center had hit the ground, and black smoke was coming from this semicircular ball. The elm tree was split in two, and it was still smoking, and some flames could still be seen on the tree, burning in small clusters, but the tall tower like black chopsticks was still standing, standing still.The tower is taller than before.

Clara stood under the tower in disgrace, holding a portable fire extinguisher in her hand.

The siren of the fire alarm could be faintly heard in the sky.

Clara saw Wu Xingchen, gestured to him, and said, "Go."

The two walked back to the Boulevard Saint-Jacques.Wu Xingchen asked him: "What happened to the observatory?"

Clara said: "The tower was built too high, and it knocked down the observation center."

"Come down?"

"That's what happened anyway."

"This is no small matter, what's going on?" Wu Xingchen asked.

Clara said: "Wu Xingchen, you are really different from before. The new human beings will not be as inquisitive as you. You must keep a considerable distance in interpersonal communication. When others try to stop the topic, you must stop in moderation. This is Don’t you remember the ancient oriental aesthetics of restraint and forbearance inherited by the Common Language?”

Wu Xingchen said: "But you look pretty bad."

"Oh, you're worried about me."

"Of course!"

"Are you worried that there is no place to check your head?" Clara said with a smile, "Don't worry, I saw the fire alarm coming. Let's avoid the fire alarm and go back later."

He added, "Your head must be all right, though."

Wu Xingchen said, "I just wanted to tell you about this."

"Say what?" Clara pointed ahead, and they turned into Raspail Avenue.

Wu Xingchen said: "I figured it out, it's not that there's something wrong with your surgery, you're right, it's because the way I read the memory is different from before, it was Wu Xingchen who was reading the memory before, Wu Xingchen What is it? I am a new human being, and I naturally read the memory according to the rules of the new human being. Now, I am reading the memory, what is "I"? I am a concept given by Ruyi Zhai, so "I 'Everything you think about is destined to be inseparable from Ruyi Zhai, do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood, understood, Ruyizhai is you," Clara looked at Wu Xingchen, and changed her words, "I am the creator of 'me', the created things are naturally inseparable from the creator, and it will live in the creator for life. under the shadow."

"Yes, yes." Wu Xingchen nodded repeatedly, smiling, "So I deduce that there is nothing wrong with your operation."

Clara sneered: "Is there any need for you to infer?"

Having said that, he slapped Wu Xingchen, and they arrived in front of No. 261 Raspail Avenue.Some stones surrounded the broken window. Clara sat on the window frame, turned around and glanced, and said, "People's memories are like books."

Wu Xingchen also glanced into the window, and he could see the fire-burned wall of the antique shop and the messy grass behind the wall at a glance.His vision was obscured by weeds.

Wu Xingchen nodded and said yes: "Yes, there is a reason for this argument."

"In the past, your memory was an instruction manual, but now it is an instruction book. From a biological point of view, the person who records and writes the memory is still the same person, but the writing style of this person has changed."

Wu Xingchen said: "?" He didn't quite agree, "But which book's protagonist's memory is so intermittent?"

At least in the various genres he has read, when the protagonist falls into a certain memory, their memories are detailed, coherent, and completely follow the logic of time.

"You have to discuss this with Ruyizhai, he said it very well," Clara said.

Wu Xingchen also sat down, and said: "He mentioned that some detective authors invented a method of expression called narrative tricks in order to fight wits and courage with readers."

"Oh?"

"Generally speaking, smoke bombs are placed everywhere in the article to disrupt the order of events and confuse readers." Wu Xingchen said with a wry smile, "This is really a detective book..."

He looked around, and Clara said again: "I can't find Ruyizhai, but you are more and more like him."

Wu Xingchen scratched the bridge of his nose, lowered his head slightly, and Clara asked him again: "Have you dreamed about that black dog recently?"

Wu Xingchen slapped his forehead: "Hey! I was fooled by 'I' again! On the way to find you, I was thinking about asking you about this..."

Suddenly, Wu Xingchen felt a surge of resentment in his heart, he was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and cursed: "Damn it! Damn it! He ruined me... No, he ruined Wu Xingchen!"

Clara looked at him and said nonchalantly: "It's fine if you don't think about it now. People cache memories that are not needed temporarily in the gray area between long-term memory and short-term memory. This kind of thing often happens to old humans. Happened," he glanced at Wu Xingchen, who was still angry with himself, Clara continued, "Even new humans have limited memory space, so there is no guarantee that this will not happen."

"But I still remember it just now." Wu Xingchen scratched his hair, no longer so excited, just frustrated, "The memory space is really limited, is it because I think too much about Ruyizhai, they put everything Are they all squeezed into the gray area you mentioned? It’s like when writing, the writer only writes the necessary plot..."

Clara said: "I just said, you used to be the manual, but now you are, the manual is not necessary."

Wu Xingchen said loudly: "Every screw model listed in the electrical appliance manual is necessary! If the electrical appliance is broken, you will know their necessity."

He also said: "Moreover, there is no significant difference in the writing style of the manual and the manual. They reflect the characteristics of the times, and the writers' ability to use words is very similar. After all, the writers of the manual are also writers, but they work in the manual department. Other writers are in the fairy tale department. , just work in the departments of adventure stories." He paused, and said in a soft voice, "There is no detective here, the department of detective stories... Ruyizhai always said that this is a detective, if you can figure out what a detective is all about, Maybe we can figure out what he's thinking, where he's been."

Clara spread her hands: "You should find a writer to discuss these issues."

Wu Xingchen nodded, he thought the same way, he immediately thought of a writer who could visit, got up quickly, walked two steps on the street, and returned to Clara, he really didn't remember his memory I figured it out, stretched my face, and said angrily: "Almost forgot, I saw a system in the basement of the psychic in the lower world that was said to be brought down from their spaceship. That system seems to be the initial system of the terminal. , there is a dog-head icon on the system operation interface.”

Wu Xingchen roughly drew the icon, Clara saw it, jumped up suddenly, and slapped Wu Xingchen, his excitement was beyond words: "You have helped me a lot!!"

As he spoke, he ran towards the observatory. Wu Xingchen caught up a few steps and asked, "What exactly is that system?"

"The truth of new humans! Your truth! My truth!"

"You are also a new human??" Wu Xingchen was taken aback, and then he was surprised by his own surprise. For some reason, in his subconscious, Clara was a special existence, which did not belong to the common new human beings. The category of human beings does not belong to the new human beings like Chiying and Eagle, and he is even less like the old human beings—he seems to have lived on the earth for a long time, at least hundreds of years, and the lifespan of the old human beings cannot reach this length , but this is entirely out of Wu Xingchen's intuition, he has no theoretical evidence, and he once suspected that Clara is a mechanical body, but Clara uses the common language flexibly, and his way of thinking is obviously full of textual texture.

Clara, like Ruyizhai, is also a mystery.

Clara raised her right index finger, waved twice at Wu Xingchen, turned around and ran away.

Wu Xingchen decides to set off for New York.