Quanzai Cone

Chapter 30 Young Dialogue

Before returning to the body, I had a long chat with the man whose face could not be seen in the consciousness space.

He introduced himself: "I am the 'Arsenal', formed from the memory combination of armed personnel from different forces, so I am proficient in all kinds of thermal weapons. Currently, I am responsible for coordinating and managing the personalities in the consciousness space, and I also make training plans for you. .”

"'Arsenal'?" I sat next to him by the wall, hugging my knees and wondering, "...Isn't that my name?"

"Yes. But you don't often call me by my full name." The man accepted this well and said gently.

...This kind of name that doesn't look like a human being at all is indeed quite difficult to call in person.

Thinking of the previous "No. [-]", I couldn't help but deeply questioned my talent for naming. I smiled awkwardly and asked, "I said that there are many personalities... Is everyone in the room? It's as quiet as if no one is there."

There are almost countless rooms in the spiral corridor, but except for the first and second doors that should belong to "No. [-]" and "Arsenal" are open, the rest of the doors are closed, and the only sound of our conversation in the quiet space reverberate.

Arsenal nodded.

"A few didn't like to go out, so they stayed in their rooms; the others—all were locked up."

When I changed my posture, my arm touched the chain hanging from the No. [-] door, and the cold metal made me shiver: "It's locked?"

The arsenal moved aside silently, leaving more room for me, and said calmly: "The ones who can communicate smoothly in their personalities are a minority. After all, they are formed by mixing the memories of all kinds of human beings. Crazy is the normal result. Back then You have spent a lot of effort to suppress them, and those who really can't get along with each other have been cleaned up, and all the remaining dangerous elements have been imprisoned and released when needed."

He stood up, walked outside and pointed to the third door.

"That's the 'digital ghost'. He is proficient in hacking techniques and has extraordinary computing power. Because he can share computing power with you without having to control the body, he has always acted as an auxiliary AI. But he hates social interaction, even if he shares I don’t talk much when I’m capable.”

Don't call it "ghost" just because others don't speak and have no sense of presence!I was about to become a spitting slave, screaming silently.

The armory took a few steps forward, and I got up and followed him, looking towards the fourth door.

"That's the 'Swordsman'." His expression changed, "During the process of revenge, the enemy's sky-high rewards attracted many people to chase and kill you, and he is the most powerful one among them. Due to the use of old-school cold weapons to fight, at the end He was defeated by you at the critical moment, and his memory and combat experience were copied in the consciousness space."

This kind of life and death enemy actually belongs to the category of smooth communication?What are the remaining characters? ?

My shock was conveyed through my eyes, and the arsenal comforted me: "The swordsman has no self-emotions. He is only occasionally invited to take over the body at critical moments to solve the danger. He doesn't go out at other times. And because of the overload of abilities, your body He has not been able to improve his quality, and there are even fewer chances for him to be useful."

...Come on, I know sports incompetence is in my nature.

Speechless, I walked to the arsenal, leaned on the railing and looked down.

"In the darkness at the bottom, there are all kinds of virus monsters that cannot be counted. Be careful, if you fall, you will be besieged." The arsenal pressed my shoulder.

"The number one..." I was taken aback and hurriedly asked.

Armory sighed, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, No. [-] is responsible for integrating all the information about the virus, and those monsters are naturally controlled by her. If you have her with you, you can try to go down and have a look - don't jump directly, walk along the corridor Turn down, there is an elevator."

After finally explaining the general situation of the consciousness space, he paused for a while and lowered his tone.

"...Don't trust the personalities too much. You can't resist us at all now. No. [-] can force you in and occupy your body forcibly. It's impossible to predict the consequences."

I really couldn't raise my guard, which made him a little speechless.We looked at each other for a few minutes, and he warned me in a hesitant tone: "You must be vigilant about your personality. The reason why you and Mr. Dazai became smaller is because No. [-] sneaked out when you were drunk and your willpower weakened." Control the body, drugged the wine..."

When I heard the key information, my eyes instantly became sharp: "Prescribe medicine?!"

The arsenal that sold No. [-] simply replayed the scene of the incident with me——

The trip to destroy the base went smoothly. Although it was very thrilling, Zhijun and I were not seriously injured.

Back in the safe house, Zhijun, who rescued a bottle of famous wine from the residence of some management personnel in the base, enthusiastically proposed to celebrate.I have always been obedient to him in this kind of matter, even if I have a physique of pouring a cup, I still nodded readily.

Being in the tundra area close to the polar regions, plus having combat missions, most of the luggage I carried was weapons. It was said to be a celebration, but I opened two more cans, one can of crab meat and one can of crispy fish.

Of course there is no glass, so I had to put the precious red wine into the war-damaged military kettle. Zhijun and I clinked glasses, and each took a sip.

The safe house built underground is not very cold, and it is almost isolated from the sound of wind and snow. I chatted with Zhijun while eating canned food, and occasionally took a sip of wine from the kettle, and drank most of it unconsciously.

Once I realized this, my sanity, which had already begun to collapse, quickly melted away, and Zhijun, who was still sitting firmly opposite me, had a double image in my eyes.

He smiled with crooked eyebrows, reached out his hand to support me, let me lean on the sofa, got up and said, "I'll go get a glass of water, if you feel uncomfortable, don't drink any more."

"Well, I've finished my drink..." I replied in a daze, listening to the sound of his walking footsteps for a while, I was still defeated and quickly surrendered to sleepiness.

Before sinking into a brief dream, a certain consciousness went backwards, seized control of the body and threw something into the two jugs secretly.The subconscious sensed something was wrong, but the alcohol completely paralyzed the nervous system, and I struggled for a while before opening my eyes groggyly.

Not long after, Zhijun sat back across from me.He has always been unguarded against me, and he still held up the flagon to drink by himself. When he saw me wake up, the smile that hadn't dissipated was strong again.

"Go to sleep after drinking the water, and leave the rest of the wine to me."

Being distracted, I stared blankly at him for a while, then slowly lowered my head.My flagon and the can of clear water were placed in front of me, I tilted my head and thought about it, I picked up the flagon and drank it all in one gulp.

"I can finish it!" I announced cheerfully, completely forgetting what I wanted to say, and picked up the can again.

The temperature of the water melted with ice and snow was just right, I drank it in a few sips, smiled and went to Zhijun's side to kiss his cheek, and walked back to the bedroom contentedly...

Let's rely on the arsenal's confession to reconstruct what happened, I stared at the darkness below, and asked sincerely.

"Can't we go down and beat No. [-]?"

The arsenal was silent.

"What she possesses is really a part of my consciousness, isn't it three years old?" I pinched my brows and felt suffocated, "I swear to God, I knew not to take medicine indiscriminately when I was in the first grade of elementary school!"

"Number one... she was very interested in that kind of medicine a few years ago, and this time she finally got a similar sample, and the experiment proved that human beings can't help it..." The arsenal tried to replace the medicine for No. Remedy, but probably in the end I also felt that it was outrageous, so I couldn't help but shut my mouth.

Are you experimenting with me and others out of curiosity?And "not lethal" is way off the mark - set the bar high for me, asshole!

The culprit who was so angry that my blood pressure soared disappeared, the arsenal became more and more cautious, and the eyes under the goggles carefully observed my expression.

"Forget it, let's ignore the cause," I tried to restrain myself, "Where is the antidote?"

"Because Kudo-kun sent a trial drug for experimentation...it seems that there is no antidote."

I stared silently at the arsenal, he added hastily.

"But Ms. Miyano must have a way. The antidote of the prototype of this drug, aptx4869, was developed by Ms. Miyano. As long as you return to Tokyo, the effect of the medicine will definitely be lifted!"

"Kudo-kun" and "Ms. Miyano" are two people I don't remember.Regardless, I was relieved to hear that there was a solution.

Trying to ask some specific information, Arsenal said that he didn't know too much, but I have a notebook for this mission, so I can go and see what is written on it.

"If you encounter something you don't understand, go to Mr. Dazai for help." Before leaving, the arsenal said to me.

I was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and asked him: "What is the relationship between me and him...?"

Arsenal replied with a smile: "If you hadn't been disturbed, you would be husband and wife now."

It's a layer deeper than the "couple" status I expected.

"Mr. Dazai"..."Zhikun"...is his full name "Osamu Dazai"?How much his parents liked traditional literature, they even gave him the same name as Wenhao.

Saying goodbye to the arsenal, I returned to the lightless darkness when I came back, and thought while passing through: Speaking of which, did I always call him "Zhijun"?Could it be too intimate——

Consciousness sank, I fell back to my body, looked at the photo in my hand, and when I looked up and saw the boy, contrary to my shy concerns, I seemed to have called him like this thousands of times before, and blurted out:

"Zhijun!"

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