When the law of conservation of isolation is broken

Zhang Luotuo put the R-63 on the table, ready to take a shower and then come back to check it.It gleamed in the light, its battered white casing and dangling wires emitting a calm glow.It was soaked in some rainwater, but Zhang Luotuo had dried it with special tools when he was on the spaceship.Maomao bulged into a ball on the side, rounder than any of them.Zhang Luotuo remembered what Ah Mei said on the flying boat.

"This is R-63. It should have fallen to the ground just now because of a lack of electricity." At that time, Ah Coal scanned for a long time before confirming it.Zhang Luotuo nodded, pretending to be very admired and surprised, as if he had never heard this information on Joad's spaceship.

"But it's a little different." Encouraged by him, Amei's voice became higher and continued, "It's a private drone, not the kind used to patrol urban areas."

Zhang Luotuo was really surprised this time.

"How are you sure?" He frowned and asked, grabbing the dead R-63 and checking it repeatedly, but he couldn't see it.

"There is a small blue triangle symbol at the end of it, which means private ownership. The batch used to protect the safety of the urban area does not have this-it is said on the Internet." Ah Mei repeated what it searched on the Internet. Everything, it paused, and added, "But this is very expensive, and very few people can afford it."

R-63 was clearly reflected under the lights of the spaceship. Zhang Luotuo took a look, and he found a blue triangle symbol on the bottom of R-63. inconspicuous.

Zhang Luotuo came out of the bathroom, smelling of heat and freshener, and walked to the repair table.He noticed that the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and a billboard outside the window was making a creaking sound, which sounded like a precursor to a broken line.He leaned down and found the tools he needed in the repair box: pliers, gloves, special repair needles, etc.There was a sound from his movement.Maomao jumped up on the table suddenly, whimpering, it was frightened, this round competition was too boring, it just fell asleep accidentally.

"Be careful." Zhang Luotuo put it on the sofa, beckoning it to sleep for a while.He picked up the pliers and twisted the broken R-63, which looked lifeless.He lowered his head and lightly touched the surveillance memory embedded inside it with his gloved hand. It shone under the light and was very thin.

"May I borrow it?" Zhang Luotuo said carefully to R-63, wiped it with a handkerchief, picked up pliers and a repair needle.

Zhang Luotuo knows the usefulness of this thing, and the surveillance memory is usually inserted into the miniature camera.The monitoring memory stores the pictures captured by the camera, and as long as the model matches, the captured content can be played on any electronic machine.

R-63 has been with him for almost a day today, he wants to see what it is up to - maybe this surveillance memory can answer this question.

Zhang Luotuo turned it over and stared at the blue triangle symbol.

According to Ah Coal, this is private.

If it was private, did someone deliberately ask R-63 to follow him?

Doubts surrounded him, but he could not answer them.Zhang Luotuo didn't think about anything at all, and just buried his head in dismantling the R-63.

He pushed aside the wires, cut through the obstruction, and gently snapped the memory out with small pliers.Although the memory has only been baked dry, it is still a bit damp due to the rain.Zhang Luotuo wiped it with a handkerchief, walked to the side of the TV, squatted down, and groped around at the bottom of the TV to find the secret door—the place where the memory was inserted.He hadn't used a TV in a long time, and the busy weeks had made it a part of his memory.

The notification light on the TV flickered green quickly, and a shell popped out from the bottom, revealing the memory slot to Zhang Camel.

Zhang Luotuo forced the memory in his hand into it.

When the TV is turned on, the screen turns on automatically.A reminder appears on the snowy white screen.The first line says "Read Memory Contents" and the second line says "Memory Eject".Zhang Luotuo squinted his eyes and fumbled for the TV remote control from the sofa.

The first row of course.He wanted to see what the R-63 had photographed.

"Read from the beginning or the end?" Snowflake White's screen prompted, accompanied by endless slight noises.

Zhang Luotuo chose one at random: read from the end.

The snowflakes gradually faded, the first video was lit up, and the recording time in the upper right corner showed that it was an hour ago.An R-63 appeared in front of Zhang Luotuo. It swayed left and right in the air, and the gray fog beside it was like an endless river.Its front, back, left, and right are spaceships and the like.This looks like it was recorded by R-63 when Zhang Luotuo just used the spaceship to chase R-63, but it is more like a version of the chase from R-63's perspective. R-63 passed through the hair of those holographic projection girls, the pink color turned into nothingness pixels in front of it, it kept rampaging, dodging, accelerating, and then made a huge noise because of a short circuit, after a few seconds, the surrounding scenery flowed beside it, The ground was getting closer and closer to it, and the whole city became a blinding light.

Slap.The screen turned black.

The screen went black for about two seconds, and the next surveillance video began to play.Zhang Luotuo found that the next few videos were very familiar—the time and date of their recordings showed that they were all today without exception. The strange behavior of R-63 today was staged again in front of Zhang Luotuo. Zhang Luotuo saw in the picture, R-63 made a huge buzzing sound, and flew towards the place where Zhang Luotuo was. Standing in the restaurant or corridor, he listened Hearing that sound, he walks towards the camera, his face becoming bewildered as he has no trouble spotting R-63's almost aboveboard weird peeking back. Sensing his discovery, R-63 immediately flew away, so the figure became smaller and the scenery enlarged.But Zhang Luotuo's puzzled expression remained the same. He stood motionless on the docking yard, or stared at the R-63 by the elevator in the restaurant, and looked at Zheng Zheng's desk with the head of the dummy department.

Even after watching it again, Zhang Luotuo still felt that R-63's deliberate behavior was very strange—even to the point of being weird.He moved uneasily, and sat in a different position.

The TV buzzed, and Zhang Luotuo blinked. On the TV, the confused faces of him and the head of the counterfeit department gradually disappeared and turned into a mass of black.

Two seconds later, the TV turned on again, and a few words flashed on the snowy white screen: "The past videos will be played soon."

Another surveillance video flashed.

This video is darker than the previous ones, as if it was shot indoors from the air, and the bottom is full of light points shining in the dark. It seems that many people are holding light sticks.

Zhang Luotuo straightened his head, bit his lip in confusion, he couldn't see the picture clearly.

The camera kept moving down, and captured a huge shiny thing, which seemed to be a stage. There was a person walking on the stage, but it was not clear because of the overexposure.Zhang Luotuo narrowed his eyes, then he was shocked and recognized this person.

That is Li Xiangxiang.

She held a microphone and sang on the stage, but her voice was not heard on the monitor, only her mouth could be seen moving.Then the screen gradually moved to the right, focusing on the side of the stage.

Two people were coming out of the backstage at the side of the stage, talking about something.The picture lasted for a few seconds, and the lens caused the picture to vibrate and flicker because of poor signal.

But Zhang Luotuo saw it very clearly.

It was him and Joad.

They said goodbye after saying something, Zhao Yi came out from the shining darkness, approached Joad, and talked to him, while Zhang Luotuo had already walked towards the fifth row of seats.

Before he could react, the screen had already gone black, and another screen flooded out.

The crowd in the screen squeezed the video time in the upper right corner to the point where it was almost invisible. Zhang Luotuo frowned, feeling that this place looked a bit like Nanping. The camera of R-63 was aimed at a glass window, which was a record store. Zhang Luotuo felt that the arrangement was a bit familiar, as if it was the one he and Joad often went to.

The camera slowly moves to the right, and two people who Zhang Luotuo is familiar with appear on the screen——

On the screen, he himself picked up a record and spoke to Joad, but Joad frowned and shook his head.

Suddenly, the TV buzzed.A conversation breaks free from what would otherwise be a silent picture.In the smooth and fuzzy music, those voices were as fuzzy as if they were separated by a layer of glass.

"You don't even like it?" Zhang Luotuo asked Qiao De when he heard himself in the picture.

This conversation and the scene are very familiar, Zhang Luotuo frowned in surprise, this scene seems to have happened last week, when Joad and him made an appointment to meet in Nanping, they were wandering around the record store, ready to buy a record, but Joad Picked none, he didn't like anything.

"It's all rubbish." Joad ignored him, raised his head, and faced the window, as if he was looking for the record on the upper floor, so the R-63 took a clear picture of Joad, and the dim light in the record store covered him. On the face, only the skin around the eyes is surrounded by the gray natural light from the window.His face looked utterly contradictory, and his eyes turned relentlessly in this contradiction of light.Suddenly, he glanced at the camera lightly, and because of this, he met the eyes of Zhang Luotuo outside the screen.Then he nodded, looking away quickly, as if nonchalantly, back into the artificial light of the record store.

"Let's go." He said to Zhang Luotuo on the screen.

The faint sound of music.

Zhang Luotuo stared blankly at the screen.

The TV went black, then faded to light.

The picture flashed again. In the surveillance video, he and Joad reappeared. They sat face to face in the old man's record ballroom. A waiter brought a cup of coffee. Zhang Camel pointed to the earth pattern above his head and said something. What is the planet like.They were close together, arguing over a detail, looking like overly close friends.

Zhang Luo stopped pressing the fast forward button in surprise.

Then there are more pictures, they scroll quickly from the TV screen, one scene after another.Zhang Luotuo looked at those different scenes: one scene was filmed from the window of the restaurant, where he and Joad had dinner in the restaurant two weeks ago, talking about something casually, and those accelerated words flowed out of Zhang Luotuo's mouth .The other scene was five kilometers high, where he and Joad had been. On the TV screen, they walked off the spaceship and hurried through the C33 corridor of Haitang Creek.

Zhang Luotuo's eyes were glued to the TV, and those pictures were piled together like a large building block.He and Qiao De went to Nanping, he and Qiao De were in Qiao De's house, he and Qiao De were in Jiulongpo, Shapingba or anywhere.

Every scene is a meeting between him and Joad, only the two of them are talking and discussing something.

He frowned, and began to feel a little strange looking at this wave of rotating images.

Unaware of his presence, the images keep pushing on like raging waves.Flip over until the end.

The black keeps fading, lighting up, fading, lighting up.

On the TV screen, another shooting video was lit up and began to play persistently. The date of the video flashed like a dropped frame-a heavy rain blocked R-63's sight, and it kept making a damp humming sound.The vague music came from the rain, it was Teresa Teng's "Sweet Honey".The camera gradually zoomed in and out of focus, Zhang Luotuo looked through the cracks in the curtains that became clearer and clearer in the camera, and found that it was his own home.Because the distance of the camera became small, he himself was sitting on the sofa without knowing the shooting, listening to a song with Joad, and after a while, the singing disappeared.Joad got up and went out the door, followed by Zhang Luotuo, whose figure was blurry, and went back to the record player from the door, took out the record from the record player, and wanted to put it into the record case, but suddenly he squatted down, It seems to have found something.Then he picked up the phone and called someone, but what he said was covered by the heavy rain and could not be heard clearly.

Zhang Luotuo remembered this scene very clearly.It was the first day after being discharged from the hospital with a peanut allergy, and Joad came to his house to see him, and he was startled.

With a bang, the picture freezes and disappears.

This time there is no next scene.

Dense snowflakes appeared on the screen.

Zhang Luotuo lowered his head, he felt his mind go blank.

But the display of R-63 was not over yet, and the vague voice murmured again from the TV screen that had turned black.

"You are wrong." Joad's voice sounded coldly.

"Maybe I'm wrong, but that doesn't mean you're right." Zhang Luotuo answered him.

"Chirp." Mao Mao yelled among them.

Zhang Luotuo remembered this overly familiar recording as soon as it sounded.It was one night—he and Joad were on the phone, and they were fighting about something.

Zhang Luotuo listened quietly, and Joad and his voice were slightly distorted because of the double speed of fast forward.

goodbye.Joad said coldly, before he could finish the word "meet", the voice tore away and disappeared, and the next recording could not wait to replace it and catch up with it—it was another conversation between Zhang Luotuo and Joad, the content was too much After chatting casually for a few minutes, at the end of the call, Qiao De played a song "Sweet Honey" by Teresa Teng. The song flowed quietly and comforted people's hearts. Serenity. After 3 minutes, the song was over.Good night.Joad said to Zhang Luotuo.After three seconds of silence—recording again—

Zhang Luotuo found that the recording seemed to be playing endlessly, so he simply picked up the remote control and called up the directory of the recording:

The catalog shows a total of 320 five telephone recordings.

He randomly clicked on one to start playing, and found that it was a night conversation with Joad that he couldn't even remember.

He looked at these catalogs, and a slight doubt hovered in his heart.

These appear to be recordings of Joad and his conversations.

But Zhang Luotuo never recorded his conversation with Joad, and he didn't even tell anyone about his private conversation with Joad.

Where are these phone recordings coming from?he thinks.

Was it recorded by R-63 himself?

But Zhang Luotuo knew that if the private meeting between him and Qiao De might be discovered and monitored in advance by the ubiquitous and connected R-63 on the street corner, the phone call was in a more private and random space, not to mention For fun, Zhang Luotuo even DIYed a telephone security system. It is extremely difficult to break through the monitoring of these systems.

Moreover, even if R-63 were to bypass the unique security system in private and decipher their signals, it would be impossible to listen to them and transmit the data back to its memory storage.

Because just now Zhang Luotuo discovered something after disassembling and dissecting the R-63 - it doesn't even have the function of monitoring.

That is to say, these very complete and clear recordings that are being played must first be uploaded and recorded into R-63's monitoring storage by people, and then R-63 will really remember them—— —R-63 cannot be produced by itself.

So who did R-63 get these recordings from?

He sat on the ground, staring at the TV screen in a daze, without moving for a long time, letting the silence wrap him.

A piercing voice covered the conversation between Lichaud and him on the TV, and suddenly penetrated into his ears.

Zhang Luotuo was startled, raised his head in confusion, and took more than three seconds to realize that it was the doorbell.

"Who?" He asked with his heart pounding, stood up, and walked toward the door with Mao Mao.

He saw a familiar face in the cat's eyes, that face condescended to let Lan □□ network examine it, showing a cold expression.

"I, I left you a message last night, have you forgotten?" The visitor replied in an impatient and impatient tone.The moment Maomao heard the sound, he couldn't wait to fly up, wanting to rush out the door to hug him.

Zhang Luotuo took a step back and looked at the TV that he hadn't turned off yet.The recording on the TV was still popping out word by word, he didn't have time to think about it, he turned off the TV with the remote control drowsily, put the R-63 on the repair table into the drawer, and then walked towards the door again .