Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

The days of living in the basement of Electronic City are long gone.

At that time, he was only six years old, and he was thin and small, and he hadn't smoked yet. His new father hadn't picked him up yet, so it was so long ago that he had to wait another ten years to meet that person.

But for some reason, when I suddenly remembered, some pictures in my mind were still very clear.

The escalators in that shopping mall looked very old, and there was always a layer of dust on the handrails.

Take the elevator down to the basement floor, facing two stores of electronic accessories, with a narrow passage in the middle, overlapping and messy footprints on the ground, when it rains, the walls near the baseboards are often splashed with messy The black water point will mold after a long time.

The damp smell in the air is most vivid in my memory.

It seems that there is a feeling of inexplicable addiction and intoxication. Taking a deep breath, the air penetrates from the nasal cavity into the internal organs, and even the brain seems to feel the lingering and pleasure.

Go through the aisle between the two stores and walk to the end. On the right hand side is the store with the smallest shop in the entire electronics city.

It is also the store that generates the most unknown transactions.

Since the storefront is adjacent to the warehouses of the two next to it, people come and go frequently, and the client feels quite safe mixing in it.

The shop owner hides behind his large round-rimmed glasses, which reflect the light, and calmly takes one order after another, meeting all kinds of clients in his busy schedule.

There are especially many visitors late at night, and most of them are introduced by people.

"Hidden in the night of the city, you never know what the needs of the chaotic downtown will be."

Jiang Jian's tone was flat, as if he was talking about an ordinary matter.

Zhong Xun watched him carefully rubbing his shoulders that had been tense just now through the bathrobe, then turned around and took out a more comfortable suit from the closet and handed it to him: "Put it on, and talk while changing."

Jiang Jian thanked her and walked into the bathroom with her clothes in her arms.

He took the clothes and gestured in front of the mirror. The size seemed to be suitable, and he untied the bathrobe and began to change clothes.

"Someone did everything possible to find him, hoping to install a device in his son's room to supervise his homework, but the child couldn't find it; someone used serious methods to find out the leaker of company secrets, hoping to hack into the personal devices of several suspects. Check slowly; some people ask if there is any wiretapping equipment to buy in order to catch cheating."

At this time, the memory was missing, Jiang Jian couldn't remember the name of the owner, but only remembered that he was hugging her, and she sat on his lap and tilted her head to watch him work.

Everyone who comes to the store assumes that he is the owner's son.

Only Jiang Jian knew that he was half an apprentice of the master.

When he was picked up by the shopkeeper, his biological parents had just passed away, and he was very wary of all kindness for unknown reasons.

The store owner threw him on the bed in the basement, took out an ill-fitting white sweater and handed it to him, and went to the store without saying anything.

There are no extra attitudes and emotions, but it just fits Jiang Jian's heart.

He was the first person Jiang Jian met, outside of his family, who was not surprised by his talent.

No sarcasm, no teasing, no misfits of any kind.

He sat on Mr. Shopkeeper's lap and learned how to hack into a computer system for the first time.

"Are you also involved in these illegal jobs?"

Zhong Xun's voice came from outside.

Jiang Jian changed into the unexpectedly fitting clothes, pulled the hem of the clothes, and looked at herself in the mirror intently, lowering her eyes.

"No." He said lightly, turned and pushed open the bathroom door, meeting Zhong Xun's gaze, "But I was the one who sent him to the police station."

He gradually got used to the sometimes clear and sometimes vague memories.

In his mind, there was a picture with extremely high color saturation. In the picture, he stood in place and watched the shopkeeper get into the police car. Except for the flashing police lights, there was only a lonely silhouette and the mirror reflecting the light.

There are not a few people who say that he has no conscience, and there are countless people who say that he has no conscience.

Although he just wants to do what he thinks he should do.

Zhong Xun seemed to have just heard a story.

Without any attitude or comment, he shrugged casually as if he didn't take it seriously after hearing it.

After Jiang Jian finished speaking, she sat back on the gaming chair.

He froze for a second, then suddenly choked.I just wanted to be a little defensive towards the person in front of me, so I turned around and told him so much.

Before coming to this show, he never told anyone about his childhood experience, never.

"Sorry for saying so many meaningless things."

His slender fingers stretched into his hair, and his little finger twirled around a lock of hair. There was no slight embarrassment on his face, but his movements undoubtedly revealed his emotions.

"It's nothing." Zhong Xun flicked his hair with a familiar look, "After all, it's quite normal to have a face that makes people can't help but confide in it."

"..." It's quite narcissistic.

But Jiang Jian felt that there was a little truth in that.

Aside from the so-called rumors about Zhong Xun, his rebellious and well-defined face is indeed somewhat bewitching.

Especially those peach blossom eyes that seem drunk but not drunk, people can't help getting closer.

Jiang Jian was a little annoyed at this moment, complaining in her heart that her impression of that person's appearance and figure was very light.

It's hard to say who is better.

"Does it bother you to hear other people tell about themselves?" he asked.

Zhong Xun raised his eyes: "To be honest, I don't care about other people's lives and past, and I don't care. The possibility of forgetting after listening is very high. How can it be troubled."

"But you can stop them before they tell."

Jiang Jian muttered, he didn't intend to say so much, but Zhong Xun never interrupted him from the beginning to the end, acquiescing and conniving at his rare confession.

"Memory is the best way to remind yourself not to forget." Zhong Xun glanced at the progress bar on the computer screen that was still logging into the system again, and added, "It's not a bad thing, why stop it?"

The more people in the show choose to abandon the past and forget, the sadder he feels.

A never-ending program, one after another, with too many temptations and indulgences.The longer I go on this road, the more I realize that very few people can stay sober until the end.

With the experience of the past few days, Jiang Jian can more or less understand Zhong Xun's mentality.

It's just that he doesn't quite understand Zhong Xun's obsession with the past, or paranoia.

"Is the memory necessarily accurate?"

He straightened his body, leaned on the gaming chair, and looked at Zhong Xun steadfastly.

If there is any standard for judging the fit of a person, his burning eyes at this moment may be mistaken for an affectionate gaze.

However, there was no charming atmosphere between the two people present.

"False memory has always been one of the most important areas of psychological science research in memory research, and they have been trying to prove that memory can be changed by various factors."

"Your memory changes over time. It is neither an objective record of the past, nor a video that can be recalled from your brain at any time. Your thoughts and feelings today affect the yesterday in your memory. the nature of the structure.[1]

"Every memory of yours is a reconstruction of the past, which can be changed and selectively. It can be modified, beautified, or hide the content that the subconscious wants to avoid. Even misleading and hinting are possible. Quietly tamper with your unshakable memory." Jiang Jian twitched the corner of his mouth, "Sometimes the memory is not necessarily correct, but you firmly believe that it is correct. But is there really a necessary connection between confidence and memory accuracy? [2]

This is what Jiang Jian said in his heart, and it is also the reason why he doesn't deliberately let himself recall it except occasionally in his mind.

The strange program group and the weird world made him lose a lot of memories for no reason without being injured.

"I don't know if it's an external force or some other reason, but in a state of extreme ambiguity, how can people believe? How can they have the confidence to maintain this self-righteous self-confidence?"

Authenticity and reliability are the things they are most uncertain about in the world they live in, as well as themselves.

Jiang Jian's tone was like a sharp knife, piercing unabashedly at the principles that Zhong Xun believed in.

Direct and provocative.

"..."

Zhong Xun maintained his demeanor, but clenched his fists involuntarily.

He understands the truth, but he just...can't do it.

Don't read, don't want to, give up, forget, nothing can be done.

Background encryption workshop.

No. 001 did not propose an invitation, and directly used his authority to pull No. 099 in.

"Listen, listen to what this Mr. Jiang has to say." No. 001 said, "Why don't you just use the highest level of memory blocking mode for him alone! This man is too calm and terrifying."

No. 099 was distracted from the data observation and records: "Did you set it up for him?"

No. 001: "Aren't you the guest in charge? I just wanted to praise your independent decision-making."

No. 099 hesitated for a moment, and denied it: "It's not me. I can't change the settings of Jiang Jian's memory blocking mode. The authority is very high. I thought it was you."

number 001:"???"

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Jiang Jian's ability to read and comprehend the atmosphere in the air was still very poor. He couldn't even tell whether Zhong Xun was thinking about what he just said when he sat in the chair without saying a word, or simply refused to communicate with him.

However, he didn't take it seriously, because soon the computer popped up a prompt saying that he had successfully logged in as an administrator——

The laboratory system of Fanxing Pharmaceutical is gradually emerging.

In the center of the starry sky blue background is the huge LOGO of Fanxing Group.

Jiang Jian turned on the voice call in the remote system: "The login was successful."

Team Tang's voice sounded immediately: "I see, I see."

Zhong Xun stepped on the ground, sat on the chair and slid over slowly, stretched his neck and looked at the screen, as if nothing happened.

The system layout is well organized, and the work logs are arranged one by one in chronological order.Each log is marked with the uploader, but each uploader is coded with letters and numbers, and the specific individual cannot be directly found.

The laboratory was evacuated in a hurry, without even having time to destroy the system data.

Jiang Jian directly synchronized the data to the special platform of the Tang team's task force, so that both parties can view it at the same time.

"Is this a genius?" Team Tang's rough voice was exceptionally clear through the earphones, "When the bureau changed the platform system, I learned for a week and couldn't even use the basic functions!"

Zhong Xun snorted softly.

"Look at the information file on the third page..."

Jiang Jian told Team Tang while clicking on it, and the moment the information in it was displayed, her brows were frowned.

There are dozens of personal information files in it, and these people are all from Qingluan Village.

The size of each file is different, but the content recorded in it is similar.

Name, gender, age... In addition to the basic information, it is a record of personal health status, and the recording time is exactly the time when Fanxing Medicine gave assistance to Qingluan Village.

Every villager has received a free and thorough physical examination.

After the physical examination information, there is a record of vital signs.

The original time of the data starts from the current year, and each person has a data record every three days.Not long after they received the medical examination, they lost their vital signs and confirmed their deaths.

These people are highly consistent with the characters mentioned in Chen Yandong's interview records.

There is the daughter-in-law of the Laotian family, the young grandson of the Qiu family, and the son of the village chief Zhao Hongliang.

It can almost be confirmed that a large part of the people in the files are those villagers in Qingluan Village who died one after another after "reincarnation" and "rebirth".

Jiang Jian scanned the files of each person, and the first page of each file had photos taken before the physical examination.It starts with a rustic and simple smile, and ends with cold death data.

Some people spent two years, some people spent five years, and some people died after only a few short months.

On the starry sky blue background interface, every living person has already turned into a star.

In the vast sky, looking down at Qingluan Village surrounded by water on three sides, howling and roaring every rainy night, staring at the tablet written by someone stroke by stroke in the ancient pagoda in the village.

And the dense files in front of them are their cyber tombstones.

"How are these data collected?" Team Tang asked sullenly.

Zhong Xun's eyes fixed on those data, and he was silent for a moment and said: "Equipment. No matter how nonsense it is, there is definitely no way to do it by taking medicine alone, unless..."

"There is a high-level encrypted file here, and I just synchronized the data in it." Jiang Jian followed Zhong Xun's words and said unhurriedly, "No accident, this should be those people who think they are reborn."

Team Tang was also conducting a furious inspection. The call was silent for a moment, and soon he heard his voice: "These people! These people are basically people who have reported their deaths in various systems! Oh no, and Some are ... long-term missing."

Unexpected answer.

Jiang Jian looked at the past little by little, and the two sides synchronized, and quickly added the death and disappearance information of these people to the file.

Not by accident, not by coincidence.

The villagers of Qingluan Village and the people reborn on them were artificially linked together by the Fanxing Group.In other words, they are participating in a crazy and unimaginable human experiment, either knowingly or unknowingly.

"There is also an encryption subsystem here." Team Tang's voice came slowly, "Mr. Jiang..."

"Hold on."

Jiang Jian rubbed her shoulders, put her hands on the keyboard, and started to take off.

On the side, Zhong Xun pointed to the symbol on the interface of the subsystem: "Team Tang, what is that pattern in the upper left corner?"

Jiang Jian glanced at it: "It's Sanskrit."

"Did I ask you?" Zhong Xun said angrily, bending his fingertips.After a while, he turned his head, "...Can you speak Sanskrit? What does this mean?"

Jiang Jian lowered her eyelids and said flatly, "Nirvana."

At the same time, Team Tang's voice sounded: "I just found it with the character recognition system. It's Sanskrit. ni...ni is probably what Jiang Jian said, meaning Nirvana."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Jian successfully entered the subsystem.

What came into view was a few huge words: Nirvana Project.

"Nirvana..." Team Tang murmured, his scalp suddenly felt numb.

"Nirvana, does it mean rebirth?" Zhong Xun asked.

"No, it's the extinction of karma."

Jiang Jian looked at the background of the starry sky with cold eyes, and replied in a deep voice.

——Accepting various causes and reasons, reincarnating in life and death.Not subject to various causes and conditions is called Nirvana. [3]

When it is separated from its own body, when all organs cease to exist, consciousness is reborn in a new body.

From then on, the body is just a container, and consciousness will always exist.

It doesn't seem like a rebirth.

but eternal life.

The author has something to say:

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After waiting for a long time, the comments in this chapter continue to give red envelopes! ! !Want to bookmark comments and nutrient solution_(:з」∠)_

Speaking of which, the plan has changed, and after discussing with the editor, I plan to enter V on Saturday

The pressure to update the [-]D came so suddenly_(:з」∠)_

References

[1] Philip Zimbardo & John Boyd, Zhang Diheng (Translation), The Paradox of Time, [M] CITIC Publishing Group, 2018

[2]HenryL.RoedigerIII&K.AndrewDeSoto(2014)Confidenceandmemory:Assessingpositiveandnegativecorrelations,Memory,22:1,pp.76-91

[3] See The Madhyamaka School of Mahayana Buddhism in India, The Middle School

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