When the law of conservation of isolation is broken

Zhang Luo had a dream all night, and the site of the concert was replayed in the dream. He dreamed of many things, Li Xiangxiang, the huge Olympic Sports Center, and a Beetle-style airplane.Joad walked towards him from the Beetle, and he spoke to Zhang Luotuo.But Zhang Luotuo couldn't hear clearly because Qiao De's words were covered by a buzzing sound. Zhang Luotuo raised his head and found that the flashlight above his head turned into Li Xiangxiang's eyes, which were spinning like a vortex.A loud sound flooded his ears.ring bell.Lingling, like the sound of Buddha played in a restaurant four kilometers away.

He sat up abruptly, opened his eyes, and the bedroom appeared in front of him like an Easter egg revealed at the end of the game.There was no sound in the room, except for the rubbing sound of Maomao's stomach, which slept with Zhang Luotuo after the concert last night.Zhang Luotuo took a breath and covered his face, feeling that the dream was real and messy.The alarm next to him rang, Zhang Luotuo looked, it was [-]:[-] in the morning.He reached out to turn off the alarm clock.

He walked into the living room, and the phone flashed red on the table, indicating that there was a reminder to leave a message.Zhang Luotuo walked over and picked up the phone line.

"Wait a minute," he muttered, opening the message.

"The message is from 22:[-] in the morning." The mechanical female voice reminded.After a frozen "beep", the electric current and human voice sounded together.

"I have something to tell you. Do you have time tonight? I'll come to your house." It was Joad's voice, which was cold and sounded like an emotionless electronic keyboard. His tone didn't know why, and he felt a little anxious. Like drinking a lot.Zhang Luotuo frowned in surprise, Joad rarely did this, and he almost never called him after midnight.Did something happen last night?But in his memory, he and Qiao De returned to their seats last night without any accidents. Li Xiangxiang continued her second half of the performance, and they continued to listen.

Although Zhang Luotuo didn't pay much attention to it—Zhao Yi's sudden sight made him uneasy, and he looked at the first row from time to time, but until the end of the show, she never looked back at him again.

After the concert, he went home in a spaceship.Ah Mei complains that he has a strange smell all over his body.

"Like a mix of alcohol, perfume, and sweat," it said, but still reluctantly led him through the gray fog to the apartment.Then Zhang Luotuo took a shower, opened a bottle of Chongqing City brand beer, and accidentally discovered that Zheng Zheng had left him a message at ten o'clock, halfway through the concert.

"How was the concert?" Her tone was the same as always, as if she was very cheerful, but Zhang Luotuo could hear the nervousness she couldn't hide.

Zhang Luotuo didn't know how to reply to her. After thinking about it, he decided to go to her on Monday and talk to her face to face about Li Xiangxiang.

And from a habit, it's strange for Joad to leave a message for him.Usually Joad would only tell him an hour in advance when he came to his house, and sometimes he didn't say anything at all, just parked the spaceship directly under the apartment, took the elevator, and rang the doorbell.Zhang Luotuo is used to this.Then Zhang Luotuo would open the door, shrug at him, and make him a cup of instant coffee that Joad hated.Joad would stroke the pink fluff of Mao Mao, and talk to Zhang Luotuo in short or long terms, and would not take a sip of the coffee until the end.

Zhang Luotuo decided not to think about it for the time being, maybe he will know why when Joad comes tonight.

At [-]:[-], Zhang Luotuo boarded the spaceship.Ah Coal reported the weather to him as always: "Overcast and heavy rain." The camel looked up, and there were various holographic images floating in the gray sky. Light.A spaceship flies through a girl's pink hair, but she just keeps on babbling on and on about the ad.

Eleven Company stands in the middle of the city, welcoming everyone like a shore after the tide has receded.Zhang Luotuo flew over, the statue of Q was majestic and solemn, and countless people shuttled at his feet.

Early mornings make everyone in the company look sleepy.Zhang Luotuo decided to go to the restaurant on the 29th floor to have breakfast first, maybe he could meet Zheng Zheng, who had dinner very close to her.But when Zhang Luotuo walked in, he unexpectedly didn't see Zheng Zheng in a bright yellow dress, and only the green-haired imitation man who asked him what he was going to eat today appeared in front of him.

Zhang Luotuo had no choice but to go back to the office first—or he could call Zheng Zheng, but there was no need to rush, he still had time to meet her at noon, and he could ask her out at night.He pursed his lips and returned to his seat, and suddenly found that his desk full of notes and dolls was different from usual.

There was an extra black record case on the table, but people passing by didn't notice it, because it was small and inconspicuous.There was a small note on it.Zhang Luotuo put down the document in his hand, walked over, and covered it with his body.He opened the box, and inside was a record that looked like an English-language album by a famous female singer of the twentieth century.

It was scrawled on the note: She had done the operation on the emotion sensor, and she was fine.

This is Joad's handwriting.

Zhang Luotuo understood, he smiled softly unconsciously, and put the things treasured into the drawer.

Before he could recover from that smile, the phone on the desk suddenly rang.Zhang Luotuo was startled, raised his head, and stared at the phone strangely.

There are usually very few calls to find him in the company. He is not an important member of the management department. Usually he is only responsible for repairing things and designing toys.

"Hello?" He picked it up and asked tentatively.

"Zheng Zheng, employee 59 of the Humanoid Department on the 0379th floor, asks you to meet her at her desk in the Humanoid Department." Opposite was a cold female robotic voice, and her voice did not stop because of Zhang Luotuo's question.

Zhang Luotuo was stunned, it was a phone call.

Eleven Company has made a dedicated telephone line for internal employees. Each employee has a different employee number, and each number corresponds to an employee. For example, Zheng Zheng’s is 0379, and Zhang Luotuo’s is 0592. It is possible to notify the other party to meet privately by phone.But what puzzled Zhang Luotuo was that Zheng Zheng rarely did this. She knew his office and usually came to him directly, and they always had a fixed time to meet with each other, so phone calls were completely unnecessary for them.

He frowned, put down the phone, picked up his clothes and went to the elevator, puzzled—is Zheng Zheng in a hurry?

The dummy department on the 59th floor was busy as usual. Zhang Luotuo heard the dummy singing as soon as he stepped out of the elevator. The white office looked like a holy Buddhist temple.

An employee facing the door was trying to replace different vocal cords for the imitation at his desk. He muttered to the computer and occasionally called up virtual notes for backup.There are holographic projection advertisements of the human body floating everywhere in the office. The group of virtual girls or boys smiles at Zhang Luotuo, and the whole body exudes a spiral-shaped icy light, which looks like DNA one by one.Zhang Luotuo shuttled through these sounds and magnificent images, and felt that the toy department he was in was like a pediatric clinic.

He passed through piles of images, among the overlapping symbols, and walked towards Zheng Zheng's desk at the end, next to the glass window, which loomed in a bunch of gaudy lights.But when Zhang Luotuo walked there, he stopped in confusion, Zheng Zheng was not sitting at the desk seat, and there was no one there.

Zhang Luotuo rested his hands on Zheng Zheng's desk anxiously, looking around.Maybe Zheng Zheng went to fetch the water, and he had to wait for her for a while.Thinking like this, he picked up a random professional book on Zheng Zheng's desk and started to turn the pages in a bored manner. It talked about imitating human structure and so on.

Zheng Zheng took notes on every page and studied the imitation human.Zhang Luotuo noticed that she had a card in the book, and he took out the card. It seemed that the card was also a note written by her: "Imitate the ability to generate self-awareness of human beings..." Zhang Luotuo read a line of scribbled handwriting I didn't watch it anymore.

He flipped the pages casually, listening to the slight wind sound of the pages falling casually.He read a few pages, and suddenly, he noticed that there seemed to be a low-amplitude humming mixed with the slight wind noise.At first he thought it was his own auditory hallucination or illusion, the sound was insignificant, surrounded by all kinds of sounds around it, the humming sounded like a failed appendage of some imitation human vocal cords—maybe That's it.

He turned a few more pages, and the book made a sound as he flipped it, and then the buzzing sound started again, even louder, Zhang Luotuo stopped turning the pages in a little confusion, listened carefully to the sound, and found that the buzzing sound The humming sound became harsher, and its loudness gradually even kept pace with the sound of the fake vocal cord being adjusted in the office.He raised his head strangely to see which desk was making the noise.However, those pink holograms in front of the table obscured his vision, and everyone seemed to be unrecognizable.

The humming sound rose slowly and insidiously, and the sound became louder and louder. It even completely overwhelmed the debugging sound in the office. Only some noise could escape from its obstruction, squeezing out a long and weak "Welcome Come," or the sound of singing.Some people in the office looked up, and they realized something.Some peeped out from the pink ad production, turned off the holograms, and saw where the sound was coming from.Others were baffled by their movements and involuntarily stopped their own work.After a few minutes, the tuning sounds of the imitation vocal cords went out one by one, and the hum became the only link to maintain the sound in this room.

"What's the matter?" they said.

Zhang Luotuo noticed that many people raised their heads and looked towards him, and some people stretched out their arms and pointed at him, as if discussing something.He spread his hands inexplicably, he was just waiting for someone, the maker of the buzzing sound was obviously not him.

After a moment of numb doubt, he suddenly understood.

He put down the book and turned his head belatedly.

The desk is still empty.But the glass window of the building behind the desk gave a clue.The rain from the sky was strafed on the glass windows, leaving behind a wave.Under the gray rainy day, the light of billboards in the distance is refracted on the glass windows of the office by the ubiquitous rain, but the light is incomplete, constantly interrupted, reappeared, interrupted, reappeared—there is a Something is blocking the light.It was very close to the window, and it flew up and down in the air from time to time, cutting the light reflection of the billboard every time it went up.It swayed from side to side, humming heavily from overhead propellers.And under the propeller is a smooth sphere, with a small square window opened in the middle of the sphere, it is shining red light facing the glass window, if it is seen from a distance of 20 meters, it will look like an insignificant dot.

It was an R-63 micro drone.

It hovered in the air, humming and vibrating like miniature lightning.Even the gaze of so many people didn't make it flinch.

It was swinging less than two meters away from Zhang Luotuo.

The hum wasn't too loud, but enough to be annoying.A person was so loud that he blocked his ears with his fingers, walked from his seat to Zhang Luotuo, and frowned: "Why is it so close today? Is there something wrong? Even the security situation of the patrol company doesn't have to be like this." Is it near? Should I find someone to fix it?"

While asking, he looked at Zhang Luotuo, as if he thought he was a member of the fake human department, and asked his opinion.But Zhang Luotuo could only shrug his shoulders at him, unable to speak—the buzzing noise of the R-63 flying was too loud.

R-63 jumped up and down outside the window a few times. Maybe their conversation made R-63 bored. The moment the person asked the question, it glides backwards and landed at a distance less than ten meters away from the glass window. The place stopped bouncing up and down and became completely still.Zhang Luotuo turned his head suspiciously and stared at it. R-63 seemed to have noticed his gaze, and after Zhang Luotuo's gaze rested on it for five seconds, it suddenly accelerated rapidly, gliding towards a supermarket building across the street, and disappeared into the gray mist.

The humming suddenly subsided, from noisy to faint, like a whisper that can only be detected by chance.A dry silence replaced it, and the sound of footsteps and swallowing in the room became the loudest decibel.

"Hey, are you one of our fake humans? Or new here? Why haven't I seen you?" The man watched R-63 disappear in confusion, then turned around and looked at Zhang Camel for a few seconds , began to ask persistently.

"No, I'm from the toy department. I'm here to find Zheng Zheng. She called me just now." Zhang Luotuo still tilted his head and tried to keep his eyes on the R-63. He had never seen an R-63 before. [-] has such a strange orbit, he finally turned around and replied absent-mindedly.

"Zheng Zheng?" The man showed a strange expression, and he turned to look at the clock hanging on the wall, "Didn't she ask for leave? I'm the department head, and she called me today and said she won't come to work until eleven o'clock. "

Zhang Luotuo was stunned.He turned his head and stared at the supervisor.It took him a while to confirm what the supervisor had said.

He cleared his throat, his mind blank.

"...Then can you bring me a message when she comes? Let her remember to go to the restaurant at noon, and I will tell her something." After a long time, he said.

At twelve o'clock at noon, the restaurant is at its peak hour, and the first batch of off-duty people have just come out of the elevator, like soldiers who have disarmed and unarmored, they have just recovered from work, and their minds are loaded with business plans and engine oil , they look listless.Zhang Luotuo sat on the seat and searched from the crowd.He had just finished ordering and was waiting for Zheng Zheng's arrival.Soon he saw Zheng Zheng, she was standing behind a man in a suit, wearing a brick red skirt, and the imitation man bowed and said "Welcome".

Zhang Luotuo waved at her, signaling her to come here.He noticed that Zheng Zhenghe was a little different from usual. She looked very haggard, as if she had not slept well, and her dark circles were heavy. Although she covered it up with makeup, it only made her look lifeless. She reluctantly raised her hand and smiled. After a while, Zhang Luotuo felt that Zheng Zheng's smile was slightly different from before, as if full of uncertainty, and her condition looked worse than before.

"Tomato juice, big cup." She walked over and said to the imitation waiter who rushed over, and sat opposite Zhang Luotuo.She spread the napkin on her lap, raised her head, and said to Zhang Luotuo in a relaxed tone, "I didn't sleep well last night, and I asked my supervisor for leave. I didn't come to the company until eleven o'clock this morning."

"Is it the Meteor Gang again?" Zhang Luotuo said jokingly, those nights, the wandering Meteor Gang called to wake up everyone who was asleep.

Zheng Zheng fiddled with the hair on both sides, and smiled listlessly: "I really hope they make me sleepless because of the noise, so I can sleep for a few more hours." time.

"Did you come to the company at eleven o'clock this morning?" Zhang Luotuo asked, looking for some light topics first.

"Yeah, I was lazy in the morning and asked for leave. The supervisor just told me that you were looking for me." Zheng Zheng said, and she yawned, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Luotuo felt heavy in his heart, the call did not seem to be from Zheng Zheng.

"It's nothing, just make sure." Zhang Luotuo forced a smile at her, "I received a call from you this morning, saying that you were looking for me, but when I got to your place, there was no one there."

Zheng Zheng was taken aback for a moment, she frowned, and thought for a while: "Maybe the phone is broken, it has been a little bit a few months ago, and calls often become like mosquitoes."

Zhang Luotuo nodded and didn't say any more.

"Hey, Zhang Luotuo." Zheng Zheng suddenly called him from the opposite side. She leaned forward with her cheeks on her hands, obviously wanting to say something to him.

"Huh?" Zhang Luotuo came back to his senses and replied.

"So...how was yesterday's concert?" She hesitated, her eyes flickering.

Zhang Luotuo immediately understood what she meant, but he pretended not to know and said, "It's not bad. I'll go home after listening."

Zheng Zheng lowered her head and looked at the table. She didn't say anything, she seemed to be lost, and she seemed to be thinking about something.Zhang Luotuo immediately felt guilty, she was his friend, he should tell her what he knew, he was already guilty enough to hide the matter of Qiao De from her.He took a deep breath and said cautiously: "Actually, Li Xiangxiang called me backstage."

Zheng Zheng raised her head, the dark circles under her big black eyes were particularly obvious.Zhang Luotuo could clearly see that her eyes were still flickering.

"...Did she say anything?" Zheng Zheng said, rubbing the fork in her hand, looking a little uneasy, as if she was waiting for her resignation news in the management department.

Zhang Luotuo hesitated for a while, thinking about what to say.There are too many people here, and they are very close to each other. Occasionally, what they say can be absorbed by others, but what they want to talk about is Li Xiangxiang, a fake idol. 90.00% of the people here know her.He thought about it, and decided to tell Zheng Zhengdao briefly and vaguely: "She told me to remember you, and then let me say hello to you."

Zheng Zheng didn't speak for a while, she lowered her eyes, as if she was pondering these words.

"Did anything happen between you?" Zhang Luotuo asked unconsciously.He is familiar with Zheng Zheng's expression, but she is confused.

Zheng Zheng hesitated, she glanced at Zhang Luotuo, and then looked out the window.A familiar look of thought took over her face, beating her usual optimism.She stares listlessly at the 3D ad made of light, a virtual expert, selling a tube of toothpaste.The dummy came out of the kitchen, and he came over with a large glass of tomato juice.Zheng Zheng's gaze shifted from the window back to the imitation man.Zhang Luotuo thought for a moment that she would reveal the same expression as usual: cheerful, talking very fast, mixed with complaints, telling him all the weird stories she had with Li Xiangxiang, just like her previous complaints.But she didn't.

"It's nothing." She finally leaned back on the chair, averted her eyes, and just replied softly.

Music that has been played thousands of times is mixed among them, separating them like a layer of transparent glass.They ate their lunch absent-mindedly, like everyone else present.There was a movie about treasure hunting on the TV. Zhang Luotuo looked up and pretended to watch it, but he didn't know what it was talking about.

He felt that they both had secrets at the moment, he and Zheng Zheng.Although they are still friends.His secret is Qiao De, and Li Xiangxiang's conversation with him.But he knows that one day he will leak to Jung-jung.As for Zheng Zheng's secret, he knew nothing about it.Zhang Luotuo suspects that her secret is not only Li Xiangxiang, but also other things, which Zhang Luotuo has no way of knowing at the moment.But Zhang Luotuo can see from Zheng Zheng's eyes that not only loss and confusion are in her eyes, but also something else is weighing on her—like an endless river, Zhang Luotuo shuttles through it, and he can't even find it. To Zheng Zheng himself.