When the law of conservation of isolation is broken

Zhang Luotuo didn't know when he woke up.He opened his eyes, and the room was dark. It took him a few seconds to adjust to the environment. The heavy curtains were drawn tightly, and the only bright thing in the room was the lamp beside the bed.Zhang Luotuo frowned and tried to turn over, but there was an obstacle on his left foot that blocked him.He turned his head to the side, it was a solid pillow.This is where?he thought, coughing in confusion.

"Are you awake?" someone said beside him.Zhang Luotuo flinched and sat up.

Joad watched him from the bed not far away, holding a steaming cup in his hand.

"Fan Liu said that you will probably wake up at this time, drink it." He noticed Zhang Luotuo's confusion and explained in a flat tone.He came over and handed the cup to Zhang Luotuo.It was a blue cup with various artificial plants carved on it, but it contained a gray liquid that didn't smell very good, like tea medicine or something, and it had a rather pungent metallic taste.

What Qiao De said reminded Zhang Luotuo that what happened an hour ago came back to his eyes.He seemed to be shot in the left arm by R-63, and then he passed out, and in the vague consciousness, he seemed to be transported somewhere, and the voices lingered in his head: his visual system was damaged, he must Repair, left arm, eyes and more.

Fan Liu.Big A.Surgery on the left arm.

Zhang Luotuo blinked suddenly, remembering - he instinctively touched his neck, it was still a little sore, and the cold liquid still remained in the neck duct.

Subconsciously, he touched his left arm and found that his last memory of the pain caused by the R-63 shooting had completely disappeared.Then he tried to move his finger, and it smoothly grasped the bed sheet under the guidance of his brain.His left arm was doing its job as usual, as if nothing had happened.Then he lowered his head, gently rolled up his sleeves, and in the next second he was shocked to see that the left arm was as smooth as usual, without any signs of bullets, and the skin was peacefully covered with tiny pores.Those purple and cyan meridians run through his wrist and flow through his whole body.On the inside of the arm, several familiar moles were closely adhered to his skin, which looked unscathed.

But Zhang Luotuo remembered the moment he was shot, his left arm was bleeding. Why did the scar on his arm completely disappear within a few hours?And he can't feel any pain?His arm is logically unlikely to heal itself in such a short time.

...The memory flashed back, he remembered that Fan Liu dismantled his original left arm, and took out a left arm for him to put on.

So is this a robotic arm?Zhang Luotuo thought in confusion.Fan Liu replaced his original arm with a mechanical arm.

He stroked his left arm, frowned, and felt strange: mechanical arms usually don't have such a real and natural feeling, as if they were integrated into his body, and they were born there without any rejection or strangeness.Because technology cannot do this, human-like prosthetics are still in the research stage and there is no progress.

The bed was heavy, Zhang Luotuo raised his head, and Joad sat by his bed: "How do you feel?"

Only then did Zhang Luotuo remember the tea drink in his hand, and he quickly took a sip. It tasted metallic and bitter. He frowned and almost bit his tongue. At the same time, he felt that the taste was very familiar, as if he had drank it here before. Once, the tea in Fan Liu's house didn't taste very good.

"I'm fine." Zhang Luotuo rubbed his temples, his mind bombarded with doubts.

"Where are we?" he said, simply picking the easiest question.He raised his head and looked at Joad, only to notice that they were very close, Joad's face was in front of him, his cheeks were pale and thin, his gray pupils were uneven, and they were different from usual.

Zhang Luotuo felt slightly dizzy.

"Fan Liu arranged a room for us." Qiao De said, took Zhang Luotuo's teacup, and patted him on the back lightly.

Zhang Luotuo bit his tongue lightly.Fan Liu.Joad mentioned him again.

Joad's words made him think of a question, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Why are we at Fan Liu's house?..." Zhang Luotuo thought for a while and said cautiously.

Joad lowered his head and answered him casually, obviously not paying attention to this question: "Because you are going to have an operation."

This question did not satisfy Zhang Luotuo, he was not referring to this.He tried to see Joad's expression, but Joad hid himself in the darkness, and Zhang Luotuo could only see a rough outline.It was too dark here, the brightness of the bedside lamp could only contain him and Joad, the rest of the room was melted in darkness, he couldn't even see the door of the bedroom, and the curtains completely covered the scene outside the window.He tugged at the sheet, which had a rough texture.

"Do you know him well?" he said.

"...Just acquaintance, I haven't met a few times." Joad put the cup on the bedside table and said neatly.

Zhang Luotuo felt it, but Joad seemed to be hiding.

He tentatively said: "...I remember I saw you with him."

Joad's hand paused, and he seemed really confused: "When?"

Zhang Luotuo said: "During Li Xiangxiang's concert, I saw you with him, and Lu Xing and the others."

Joad shrugged. "Are you sure that's not an illusion?" he said, looking up.Zhang Luotuo was stunned.Joad looked at him blankly.His gray eyes were very bright, as bright as a flame, without any uneven color in them, gray layers were spread out, and the light jumped into his eyes, turning into the tiniest part of the flame.

"Are you sure it's not an illusion?" he said again, this time emphasizing the word "illusion."Joad seemed dissatisfied with this question.Zhang Luotuo felt parched, and Joad's reaction caught him off guard. Maybe he shouldn't ask this.

"Sorry," he said, trying to change the subject.But Joad still looked at him, but that view was different from before, within a second, Joad's gray eyes suddenly stopped flickering, the flame-like feeling was completely extinguished, replaced by a sense of emptiness, he Sitting on the edge of the bed solemnly, like a robot, or a huge poster at the door of Eleven Company, without any thoughts or feelings.

"Jode? Joad?" Zhang Luotuo called him twice.Joad didn't move, he sat by the bed, seemed to be still, and didn't respond to Zhang Luotuo's yelling.Zhang Luotuo moved his body uneasily, his quilt was too heavy and he could barely move.He looked at the floor, which was surrounded by dizzying darkness.His chest felt tight, and the prolonged darkness made him uncomfortable, maybe he should open the window to clear his head, smelling polluted air is better than the air in a secret room.He carefully broke free from the quilt, put his feet on the floor, and was about to walk to the window about one meter away from him and open the curtains.

He walked over and touched the curtain with his hand.

"What are you doing?" A sudden voice sounded from behind.Zhang Luotuo was taken aback and turned his head away. Qiao De sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him coldly, his eyes were still empty.

"I'll open a window." Zhang Luotuo explained to him, trying to open the curtain.But the strange thing was that the curtain didn't move, it was as heavy as lead.Then, Zhang Luotuo felt his eyes go dark, and the darkness caused floaters to appear in front of his eyes. A disgusting feeling of vomiting surrounded him, and the taste of metal lingered in his mouth.He frowned, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing the feeling.

"You can't drive." Joad said behind his back, his voice was decisive, as if it was far away.

Zhang Luotuo wanted to ask him why, but he turned his head around, but he opened his mouth wide and found that he couldn't speak, and the voice disappeared automatically from his throat.what happened?he thinks.Tried to shout, but no sound came out.

This scene strangely made him feel very familiar, Zhang Luotuo thought while bending over.

If he can't open the curtains, maybe he can open the door.He frowned, thinking about it, and stumbled towards the door.He left the range covered by the bedside lamp, and the darkness rushed around him immediately.They took up all of his back and chest.

Joad noticed his thoughts, stood up from the bed, and strode towards him: "You can't go out." He said, "You can't go out."

"Why?" Zhang Luotuo asked in confusion. He had already reached the door and held the doorknob. Now he felt better.He turned around, Joad was close to him, he gradually walked into the shadows from the light of the bedside table, Zhang Luotuo looked at him, his mind was dazed.

Where had he seen this scene, or something like it.Zhang Luotuo thought, and he frowned.He could smell something wrong with the scene.

"Zhang Luotuo... this is not a hallucination." Joad said, and he walked over. "It's not an illusion."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Luotuo asked suspiciously, and he slowly squeezed the doorknob tightly.Joad has changed again, he noticed that he looks more like him now, extremely calm, but always mixed with various emotional components, the empty coldness is withdrawn from his body up.

"I'll answer your question now. Fan Liu and I have known each other for a long time. This is not your hallucination." Qiao De said word by word.

"The illusion you think is not an illusion." He emphasized, focusing on the "illusion", and he looked directly into Zhang Luotuo's eyes.He got closer and closer, Zhang Luotuo could even smell the forest smell on him.Then Joad's eyes suddenly changed completely.His eyes returned to their original gray, cold as a snowy night.Zhang Luotuo was very familiar with his appearance.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Luotuo frowned, leaning his head against the door, and asked again.Faint voices came from outside the door, which sounded very lively, and occasional lights came in through the cracks in the door.On the other side of the door, he and Joad looked at each other, and what they said was like a puzzle.

But Qiao De didn't speak, he gestured to Zhang Luotuo, and retreated into the darkness: "Go." He said, pointing to the door, "Now you can."

Zhang Luotuo pulled the doorknob in confusion, not understanding what Joad meant.

He opened the door.A moment of white light.

He opened his eyes suddenly, panted, sat up, and got rid of the traces of the dream.The brown ceiling reflected on his eyelids, the rain-smelling air from the open windows, the shouts of the Qianhui Market wandered through the room through the blue canopy and curtains, and the rainy night killed the whole city.Zhang Luotuo felt sweat all over his body and a sore feeling in his left arm. He lowered his head and stared at the left arm that was supporting him. It looked perfect and normal, but Zhang Luotuo could feel it when he moved it. A faint bloated feeling, like it has just been soaked in water or somewhere.

"Are you awake?" A voice came from one end of the room, Zhang Luotuo raised his head, Joad, who was wearing a black jacket, stood at the end of the bed and stared at him, and walked over.

"What's going on?" Zhang Luotuo said weakly, covering his head, unable to react.

"You mean why are you here?" Qiao De said casually, "You had Fan Liu's operation two hours ago." He reminded Zhang Luotuo, pointing to his left arm.Zhang Luotuo followed his line of sight, his left arm was glowing with a perfect faint luster, it looked the same as before, and the blood on it had completely disappeared.

Arm swap surgery.Zhang Luotuo accepted this term.So he lowered his head and touched his left arm unconsciously. He felt that his arm was a little swollen, but other than that, there was no other discomfort.Then he lifted the sleeves, and the arm that fit him perfectly and looked the same as usual appeared in front of him immediately.He stared at the arm in disbelief, as if he was staring at something—is this a mechanical arm?But it fit him almost perfectly, and Zhang Luotuo remembered that technology has not yet reached such an advanced level.Then, feeling strangely as if he had thought of this topic somewhere, he frowned and bit his lip.

He remembered.A few minutes before the reflection of the brown ceiling on his eyelids, he had dreamed while lying in bed, sleeping.In the dream, he also stared at his left arm in amazement, wondering why it was so skilled.And he seemed to dream of Joad, standing beside his bed, but in the dream the room was dark and he couldn't see anything.It seems that in the dream he still wanted to open the window, but Joad stopped him, and he walked towards the door—the door, white light, Joad's cold face, and Joad backed into darkness at the last second.

Zhang Luotuo shook his left thumb and blinked.

The touch of that dream was too real.

A dark metallic taste lingered in his mouth.He sniffed, the smell was too pungent.

"What are you thinking?" Joad said, looking at him.

Zhang Luotuo wiped off the sweat from his head, and said in a low voice, feeling that he hadn't recovered yet: "It's nothing."

"Are you wondering why your dream just now was so real?" Joad looked at him who was thinking, and said abruptly.

Zhang Luotuo suddenly raised his head: "What?" He said in disbelief, unable to understand the meaning of Joad's words for a while.He looked at Joad in surprise, but had no extra chance to ask.A buzzing electric current came from the door, interrupting his train of thought, followed by Big A who sneaked in from the door. It tilted its head to watch Zhang Camel's actions, its silver wings gleaming in the gray night.

It came over mechanically and smoothly, and blue words were displayed on the electronic screen: "Please stay relaxed."

"He's going to do a second physical examination for you." Joad turned his head, noticed Zhang Luotuo's doubts, pointed at Big A and explained, "You have completed the arm replacement operation, the first time was half an hour ago, You wake up, he checks your health. The second time is now, it does the second check. If these two times are OK, you basically survived."

Zhang Luotuo frowned suspiciously: "Twice?...but I just—" he said belatedly.He woke up once half an hour ago?But he has no memory of this, he just remembers that he has been sleeping deeply, and before he just woke up, he has been dreaming, and the dream was long and almost real to the touch.

"Please extend your left hand." Before he could think about it, the electronic screen on Big A's chest displayed it.Zhang Luotuo quickly stretched out his left hand. He felt that his movements were very smooth without any hindrance. His left arm naturally obeyed the distribution of his brain, and it didn't look like the arm he had just changed.A straight red light shot out from Big A's eyes, and the red light swept across Zhang Luotuo's left arm. After three seconds, the light went out, and another line of words reappeared on Big A's blue screen: Everything is normal, thank you for your cooperation in the inspection.Then it slides smoothly again, this time away.

Joad watched Big A leave, he walked over, gently closed the door, walked to the camel bed, and explained simply and coldly: "The first time you woke up half an hour ago, I gave you a cup of tea you drink."

"I don't remember." Zhang Luotuo said, frowning.

Joad sighed: "No, you remember."

He sat down on a camel bed, which sank under Joad's weight: "I sat on your bed like this, and then you finished your tea and struggled to get up to open the window, do you remember ?"

Zhang Luotuo stared at Qiao De in disbelief, blinked and hesitated.

"Isn't that a dream?" He said softly, he recalled with difficulty that he and Joad were in the same room in the dream, what they said, he wanted to open the curtain but couldn't.But after he finished saying this, he regretted it. He didn't know if Joad could understand what he meant, or treat him as a psychopath who just woke up and didn't recover.

But Qiao De only sighed. He was not unhappy with Zhang Luotuo's stubbornness, nor did he question what Zhang Luotuo was talking about. Why did I ask you just now if you feel that the dream is too real."

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Luotuo said, frowning, Joad's words sounded so weird that he just woke up as if he was trapped in mud.