When the law of conservation of isolation is broken

Zhang Luotuo sat very casually, but he knew how tired he was at the moment.

He listened to Qiao De under his question, but asked him calmly: "So, what do you think of Chongqing's history?"

Zhang Luotuo swallowed a mouthful of saliva.Chongqing history, he thought of the word.

He raised his head, frowned, combined his memory and knowledge and replied: "As the book says—this is the city of doomsday, a city developed after the doomsday, when the whole world was in a state of panic because of the doomsday. This disappeared, and only here, Chongqing, remained and became a surviving place, and the leaders of human beings negotiated, and finally decided that more than 20 countries would unite to develop this place, making it the last one on earth—a complete technological capital.”

The history on those pages, human development, the seven continents, war and peace, art and aesthetics, the deserts and oases covering the continents, after a disaster, the only thing left in the world is Chongqing, a small number of human beings Come together to revive technology, this is the only place where there is freedom.These are still stored in his mind, and he feels different every time he thinks about them.

Then, he said the words that he had memorized countless times: "Then there is a story that basically everyone knows, Q, that great man appeared, stood up from the times, and as a person who was proficient in everything, he created Eleven companies lead the way in technology.”

He pictured Q in his mind, with big cheeks, looking like a philosopher, standing in the middle of the downtown area, and people walked past him with their heads bowed. Q, the builder of Chongqing, has a pair of resolute eyes.He established a monopoly company in the city center, and its strength grew stronger day by day.

"This is history as I know it," he said, a little stiffly.

Everything seems so real, so within reach.

He heard Joad sigh, as if he didn't take his words seriously, or held a sense of helplessness.

"This is indeed the history you are familiar with." His voice was very soft, but deafening, like a huge musical instrument touching the microphone, "I thought you might say Q, and you really did. Q is a person in your hearts Hero, he founded Chongqing."

After a while, he seemed to have pondered a lot, and raised his head: "Come with me, I'll show you something."

He stood up and motioned for Zhang Luotuo to join him.Zhang Luotuo was stunned, and after Qiao De's repeated gestures, he stood up in a daze, and followed Qiao De - a lot of words just said made him feel dizzy and exhausted.

"What are you going to do?" He asked, but Joad didn't answer him, just nodded slightly, so Zhang Luotuo had no choice but to blindly follow behind Joad.He saw Joad open the bedroom door, and immediately, the cold corridor appeared in front of them again.Zhang Luotuo remembered this almost endless corridor. He used to pass through it, but at that time, a robotic crane took him through it, as if passing through a huge coastline.But now, Joad was walking leisurely in front of him, passing through those broken kaleidoscope-like floors, Zhang Luotuo couldn't help but feel a strange feeling of traveling through time and space.

They walked through those complicated and exquisite rooms like the Summer Palace, and finally reached a door in the continuous layer upon layer of room sets. Choudra opened the doorknob, walked in, and the lights were turned on.

Zhang Luotuo followed behind him in surprise, and when he walked in, he saw an almost pure white room: pure white walls, metal woven chairs, it was very tidy here, like another version of Joad's office.There was a typewriter on the desk, and a decent sized computer.

This is obviously a computer room, but Zhang Luotuo noticed something unusual. The computer placed in the middle of the table is connected to countless data cables. Those data cables form a huge nest, hovering under the computer table, like a tree. huge tree.

Zhang Luotuo walked around the "tree" with some doubts, and was shocked by its huge size.In the era of rapid technological development, computers are already as thin as sugar chips. Such amazing thickness and weight only exist in some companies and institutions that require countless data, not in someone's home, even if it is as gorgeous as a model .

"Here?" Zhang Luotuo asked strangely.

Joad didn't answer, he walked to the computer easily as if he was familiar with the place.The computer was still running, and when Joad walked up to it, its screen suddenly lit up.

"No intrusion, successful identification: Joad." It said automatically.Joad leaned over and put his hands on the operating table, as if he was sifting something on it.

"Come here." Joad waved to Zhang Luotuo and signaled.

Zhang Luotuo followed him strangely, and his eyes fell on the computer screen, where countless folders flickered, just like those in Joad's computer.But there is no need for fingerprints here, it is easy for Joad to open it, he lightly presses a button, and those files pop out one by one like a beauty model.

"information".Two words are displayed on a folder.

He clicks in.

"Jiulongpo District Counterfeiter Information Archives". "Information Files of Counterfeiters in Shapingba District". "Information Files of Counterfeiters in Nan'an District".Countless file names lay naked in front of Zhang Luotuo.Zhang Luotuo watched them gliding past in front of his eyes, as if looking at a large identification office, divided by area.

Jod clicked on one of the folders, and Zhang Luotuo noticed that it was his area.

Zhang Luotuo saw the faces in the document, and below them were their birth dates, home addresses, companies and positions, and even their personality components.He even saw his colleagues from inside, the information was barely identifiable as themselves, some of it was marked, some of it was not.

"What is this?" Zhang Luotuo asked in surprise.

"What do you think it looks like?" Joad asked him back.

these messages.Zhang Luotuo scanned it, and he remembered the things he saw when he was hiding in Joad's office: employee files and materials, it seems to be this kind of thing.But the information here seems to be more, countless times more than that in Joad's office, so huge that there is almost no margin.

Zhang Luotuo even suspected that even the archives of the Chongqing authorities would not have so many files.Of course, the agency has been inactive for many years under the monopoly and cover of Eleven's halo, and even the most clumsy hacker can climb into the computer protection wall of the agency-in fact, someone did this last time, went in to steal personal information, and then Disappointedly, they announced to everyone on the Internet that the agency's information database is not as good as theirs. For example, the organization of Chongqing citizens' personal files is still stuck at ten years ago or even longer.Zhang Luotuo downloaded a document and found that what they said was true. Those people in the citizen files who showed that they were 30 to [-] years old were already over [-] years old. It has now become nothing.

"I think it's like a citizen database." Zhang Luotuo murmured.

"Almost, Information Identification Department." Joad replied bluntly, "You can take a look."

Qiao De typed the name of Zhang Luotuo on the keyboard to search for files. Three seconds later, a file popped up and opened automatically. Zhang Luotuo immediately saw that he was smiling in the photo, and under his photo, Chang Up to five pages of information were recorded, as did the previous ones.Zhang Luotuo noticed his character column: the first item, kindness (data analysis: initial setting value).

He jumped down again, and below it was written:

Number: C-912

Allocation area: 89th Floor, Yinshan Apartment, Haitang District

"It's yours," Joad said.

He took two pieces of nails from Zhang Luotuo's hand, read the information on them, chose one at random, and entered its number into the computer.

"C-651".After three seconds, a person's profile jumped out of the screen.With sluggish pink hair and exposed crystal teeth, she has a vicious and youthful expression.That was the boy that Zhang Luotuo had seen a few minutes ago, and now the number on his finger connected his file with himself.His details at the time of his photo below:

Depression (Data Analysis: Initial Settings)

Allocation area: four kilometers of unnamed houses in Nan'an District (Note: slums)

"All the information is registered according to the number, including their character, where they are assigned... Five kilometers or Jiulongpo, the seemingly random fate has long been doomed." Qiao De explained to him behind his back Said, his hand slid down quickly, skimming over the documents, like a hummingbird that tastes it.

He randomly entered a number, and a living person jumped out.

"What's wrong with you?" He suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Zhang Luotuo, and looked back at Zhang Luotuo.

"Nothing..." Zhang Luotuo murmured, looking at the messages.

He fully understood: "If it is registered by number, you want to tell me that this is actually a database of counterfeit people?"

He looked at Joad and nodded.

"The other way to prove it I want to say is this—it's the best way to prove it, but you've got your fingernails off before you've said it," Joad whispered, and he looked at the sheet The camel's fingers were already tightly bandaged, and some emotions flashed by.

It is.Zhang Luotuo thought.Nothing is more convincing than this.Those numbers and corresponding files are like data piled up to the sky. It cannot be completed by one person - even if all the hackers in Chongqing are piled up together, this cannot be completed. It is not just a contest of technology, but also patience. Absolute patience, it takes decades or more of patience, and no one will do it for a "you are a fake" prank.

"Then yours is here too?" Zhang Luotuo turned his head and asked involuntarily.

Joad shook his head.

Zhang Luotuo glanced at Joad in surprise: "Why?"

Joad looked at him calmly, shook his head, and said, "I told you, I'm human, and I don't need to record this." Without dodging, without any hesitation, he looked at Zhang Luotuo without moving his eyes, the window was on There was a tight seal behind him, blocking out all sound.

Zhang Luotuo didn't understand the hidden meaning of Qiao De's words for a while: "Didn't you say that all the people in Chongqing are fake people?" His chest felt tight.

Joad's eyes didn't blink: "Actually, a very small part is not, because the imitation people need humans to manage."

"A very small part?" Zhang Luotuo said.

"People from the management department of Eleven Company." Joad replied, and then, after he finished speaking, he tapped his fingers on the keyboard a few times, and said, "I want to show you one more thing."

"Wait?——" Zhang Luotuo said, trying to catch the words and not let them fall off in Joad's understatement, "what do you mean?——Management—Human?"

C-632, he gripped his fingernails, and the numbers appeared in front of his eyes dizzily.

But Joad just glanced at him: "I can explain later, but now I need to show you something else."

Zhang Luotuo shut his mouth abruptly, he still wanted to speak, but the outlet of the words was blocked by Joad, so he could only regurgitate these thoughts and let them stay with him alone.

Joad quickly closed those folders, those materials and numbers, and manipulating them with his hands, he turned to a deeper area.He pressed the power button of the computer, and clicked a string of numbers on the console. "5", "3", "9", Zhang Luotuo managed to capture some numbers from these dazzling movements.

After Joad finished typing the numbers, the computer screen suddenly went black, and three seconds later, it burst into a huge light again, "Loading" rolled on the computer screen, and the blue progress bar slowly filled up.

"You will sneak into the dark." The computer prompted, the female voice was extremely loud, and a soft music followed her.

Joad pressed a button on the console and replied, "For the base," he said.