Case File Compendium

He Yu is indeed the best keeper of secrets.

Because of his special physique, he will not be controlled by the loyalty chip. Although he has suffered a lot in the past three years, and his loyalty has been tested openly and secretly many times, Xie Qingcheng is the first emperor's business. exposed.

"When I can't leave the island, I often go to the underground laboratory to visit my mother." He Yu said, "That's my only comfort on this island."

"Have you ever thought that she can indeed be resurrected?"

"Through the Mandela universe?" He Yu chuckled, "That's not the real her."

"Duan Wen's blueprint can fool many people, but it can't fool me. I have experienced the existence related to 'Mandela' when I was more than ten years old. You know it too, Xie Qingcheng."

He paused and continued: "When I was a child, I didn't have any close emotional relationships. In order to protect myself, my brain created an illusion. I imagined that I had the best playmates and projected the lack of companionship on Xie Xue. I created another Xie Xue in my consciousness, and she will appear by my side every moment I need."

"..."

"But that's fake." He Yu said, "That's the Mandela Effect."

"The fact is that Xie Xue never liked me as much as I imagined. That's just a little comfort I gave myself. The Mandela universe that Duan Cuizhen and the others want to create is also the same." He Yu said, " The reason why people are human is that they have uncontrollable thoughts, can feel joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow and joy, and the virtual reality created by uploading to the cloud, no matter how close it is to reality, even if it can regenerate thoughts, it will not be the same as before. That person."

He Yu said: "I was disappointed once on my 16th birthday. I won't let myself down a second time."

Xie Qingcheng didn't say anything else, he moved his body slightly, from lying on his side to lying on his back, because he was covered with a quilt, and everything he could see was pitch black.

It's like an unpredictable future.

In fact, after he heard He Yu talk about Mandela's metaverse plan, he felt vaguely uneasy in his heart.Because this plan can sting the weakest point of human nature.

Not everyone has experienced the "Mandela Effect" like He Yu, and not everyone can resist the temptation of hallucinations.

The Mandela Metaverse Project, in terms of its theoretical framework, can use numerical values ​​to recreate those who have died and give them the ability to think for themselves.That's why Duan Cuizhen said: "As long as the plan is successful, no one in this world is irreplaceable."

The dead relatives, the friends you want to see, and even the imaginary existence, even if it is a virtual paper man, can all be created by the Metaverse.

And when the void in people's hearts is filled by these people, who would be willing to face the reality full of regrets?

Marijuana can relieve pain, cocaine can bring hallucinations, and nipple entertainment can make people smirk and pass the time, so they all become codes to collect wealth—human nature is inert, and it also yearns for happiness and satisfaction. Sweetness can make many people dizzy, the desire for drugs makes addicts take risks and sell their daughters, the hallucinogenic pleasure and the temptation of money make drug dealers kill the police recklessly, and people who are completely addicted to star-making entertainment lose their ability to reason Fight puppets for capital flow tools.

Just this level of mental anesthesia has paralyzed so many people.

What kind of chaos will it be if the universe that Duan Huizhen said is "whatever is given to you" and "anything can be replaced" is really realized?

For example, the metaverse created an idol that is completely equivalent to a living person to accompany you day and night, but one day, that idol will disappear completely from your side, and the only way to keep it is to do whatever the metaverse controller asks you to do, then How many people will do it?

What about replacing idols with dead relatives?

In order to keep parents, children, brothers and sisters...how many people will do whatever it takes?

If there is such a day, then, did humans create the two-dimensional world, or did the two-dimensional world control humans?

Xie Qingcheng felt his heart beating fast, and he remembered the two "violent killings" he encountered.Those were just two people who reproduced his parents' behavior and part of their thinking inertia, which had already made Zheng Jingfeng lose control and made himself feel guilty.

If the technology is mature, are they Xie Ping and Zhou Muying who came back to him alive?

How sure is he that he can always clearly realize that this is just an illusion, not his own biological parents?

He Yu felt it: "Your heart is beating very hard."

"..."

"What are you thinking about?"

"...It's nothing." Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, even his palms were covered with fine sweat.

He Yu moved his body closer to Xie Qingcheng, as if he could see into Xie Qingcheng's heart: "It's scary, isn't it? When I first learned about the whole situation, I didn't sleep well for three nights."

"..."

"But we still have time to stop all of this." He Yu said, "The war will start soon, destroy Mandela Island, send these lunatics back to hell, these horrible things will not happen. At least Not in the future we can see."

Xie Qingcheng knew that he couldn't think about it any further, this was an abyss that could not be seen to the bottom, the more he thought about it, the more creepy he became.

He closed his eyes hard to calm his emotions. Since the last attack, he felt like a cup on the verge of breaking, and he would not be able to bear it at any time.And now under this condition, he can't do any treatment, he can only let his condition worsen little by little, and rely on his own willpower to hold on.

He tried not to let himself have too much emotional ups and downs, and slowed down his breathing rhythm.

He Yu: "Are you... are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"fine……"

Teach you how to set up the page, come and have a look!

He Yu knew that the truth about Mandela would make Xie Qingcheng sick, but this had to be said. He thought that Xie Qingcheng's mental state was not good, and the stimulation of the pregnancy serum No. [-] would make it even worse. fragile.

He was very worried, thought for a while, and came up with a solution: "Wait a minute, I'll find you a video to distract you."

Xie Qingcheng couldn't imagine that He Yu would still want to show him the film, what kind of bad idea is this?

With a pale face, he said simply: "Take it away."

"You used to read it often, it must be useful!"

Xie Qingcheng: "When did I watch it often, I..."

But when He Yu took the charged phone again and opened a page and quickly handed it to him, he was stunned.

The deep blue was reflected in his eyes, dyeing his peach blossom eyes into a vast ocean.

"Look, the jellyfish video." He Yu held up the phone and whispered, "You like it."

"..."

"Look. Here you are."

The color of the ocean once again lights up the space under the small bedding, as if they were on the bottom of the sea hundreds of millions of years ago.

Xie Qingcheng's body trembled slightly.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and covered the screen.

He Yu was startled: "What's wrong?"

"...It's nothing." Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, his soft and long eyelashes blocked all the light and shadows from the outside world, his voice was a little hoarse, "It's nothing. I just... my eyesight is not very good, and it makes me uncomfortable to look at."

He said panicked.

In fact, since three years ago, he has not dared to watch jellyfish videos anymore, because he thinks of the ocean when he sees them.

When you think of the ocean, you think of the people who sink in it...

After He Yu's death, he only accidentally clicked on the jellyfish video stored in his mobile phone once. He stared blankly for a while, and felt that his eyes were blurred. He seemed to see that person slowly sinking in the ocean. Falling down, arms outstretched, sinking until it is gone.

After reading it, I had a sleepless night.

Later, these videos no longer existed in his mobile phone, and the folder called "Happy" in his computer was also forever empty because of that boy.

Another period of silence.

Xie Qingcheng wanted to divert his attention, he was really used to not seeing himself as a human being, he was struggling to contain his emotions and overcome his weakness.

So he wanted to talk about work again, and said, "Well, you haven't finished talking to me, that Lu Yuzhu from Qingli County..."

But He Yu put down the phone, raised his hand, and gently covered Xie Qingcheng's eyes.

Warm palms touched the eyelids.

He Yu said softly, "Hey, the robot is about to be charged."

"..."

"The matter of Lu Yuzhu is not something that needs to be resolved immediately. You are not feeling well, so that's all for today."

It was strange to say that his eyes were covered and he was plunged into darkness, but this time there was no such uncontrollable fear as before.There seemed to be an invisible rose in He Yu's palm, blooming in the long night as far as he could see.

He Yu said: "Your eye will definitely be cured in the future... Mandela will be able to cure it."

Xie Qing said: "I don't want any help from them."

"I know." He Yu lowered his hand, and looked at Xie Qingcheng's face again in the dark night, "So I didn't do this. But there will always be another way to go in the future. After everything is over, you eyes, we'll find a way."

He paused, and continued: "Use a method that you can accept."

"..."

"Don't believe me, I'm amazing. I've learned a lot in the past few years."

It's not that Xie Qingcheng doesn't believe that He Yu has such abilities, but he doesn't know if he can survive until that day, and he's not sure if He Yu just said what he said to comfort him.

But the moment he looked at He Yu, it made him feel very real. He didn't want to spoil He Yu's interest, and finally said very cooperatively: "Then tell me, you have learned something all these years." What."

He Yu really told him one by one.

In the young man's low and warm voice, Xie Qingcheng gradually relaxed his tense body from Mandela's nightmare, and at the end, he was in a daze and was finally shrouded in sleepiness.

"Then I learned how to pilot a helicopter..." He Yu paused for a moment, but did not continue, because he heard Xie Qingcheng's even breathing.

Teach you how to set up the page, come and have a look!

This was the first time Xie Qingcheng had such a peaceful sleep in front of him since he met him again for so long.

He Yu called him softly: "Xie Qingcheng?"

"..."

really fell asleep.

In the dark, He Yu looked at this man's emaciated face, although his heroism had not diminished.

He said in a very low voice: "It's a pity that I have never learned the wontons and Yangzhou fried rice you made for me before. I wonder if there will be a chance for you to cook for me after we leave Mandela."

"..."

I don't know how long it took.

Xie Qingcheng, who had fallen into a light sleep, suddenly felt a familiar but long-lost warmth.

He vaguely felt that he was dreaming.

And this is a long-lost dream.

It's been three years, He Yu hasn't hugged him like before, but at this moment, the person who hugged him in his dream is just like the boy who gave him Charmander back then, his chest was hot and his heart was throbbing. .

"Thank you Qingcheng."

In the dream, he heard his name being called.

He also heard the young man ask in a low voice: "...After the war is over, if we are still alive, how do you plan to live?"

Xie Qingcheng felt the warmth from his heart, and gradually, the warmth seemed to grow into his heart, and it also infected his eyes.

He felt his eyes were hot, and something seemed to be sprouting out of his withered heart. He Yu inexplicably appeared in his mind in the past, walking with him on the Bund, talking to him with a smile, and The scene of dancing together in a dimly lit tavern.

But he knew that it was the past that he didn't cherish yesterday, and now he can never come back.

He heard the young man in his dream murmuring again: "Then do you know how I want to live...?"

He is really crazy about dreams.In the young man's voice, there was a touch of timidity—this was a feeling that had never belonged to He Yu three years later, but at this moment it was only a dream.

bang.

bang.

In the dream, neither of them opened their mouths, only the heartbeats of the two people were heard, which made a loud noise in the gloom and darkness.

"I hope to have a family." He Yu finally spoke, gently, that wish, like a light kiss, fell on Xie Qingcheng's neck.

"I just don't know who can give it to me. I don't have any relatives anymore."

"..."

Xie Qingcheng's closed eyes moved slightly, he felt that tears slowly appeared in his non-blind eye, along the end of the eye, slid to the temples, and disappeared.

At this moment, the boundary between dream and reality is indistinguishable, just like love and hate are inseparable.

Xie Qingcheng thought it was a dream, but He Yu knew it was real. He hugged Xie Qingcheng who was asleep, and finished his last sentence—these words he had no position to say when Xie Qingcheng was awake.

The lack of a position is not just because of Chen Man, but also because He Yu also knows that he has hurt him too much because of love and hatred.

"Go to sleep, Xie Qingcheng." He twirled the quilt for him, hesitated, finally lowered his head, and placed a very light kiss on Xie Qingcheng's blind eyes, "... Be good, elder brother."

There was a lot of tenderness in his coaxing expression, but because he knew that Xie Qingcheng was not his after all, this kind of coaxing actually carried a bit of suppressed sickness.

"I still love you so much. Just want you."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and stroked Xie Qingcheng's hair, like a poor child touching an expensive doll that he would never be able to buy.

"I like you the most..."

"Never want to give it to others..."

The voice is getting lower and lower, but the lust and sickness are growing more and more crazy.

He stared at Xie Qingcheng's sleeping face, and with a voice that Xie Qingcheng couldn't hear even when he was awake, and only he could hear it, he suddenly murmured madly: "Do you think I should kill Chen Man... ..."

He Yu who can't get Xie Qingcheng is always sick, even after the tenderness: "No one will snatch me when I get out of the island... Maybe we can go back to the past..."

His face sunk in the quilt, amidst justice and evil, infatuation and jealousy, seemed to have two halves of god and devil.

"Brother... Do you think I should take advantage of the chaos and kill him... Anyway, you don't know..."

"If I kill him, I might have a home. The home is mine...he can't take it from me..."