When the law of conservation of isolation is broken

Zhang Luotuo sat on a chair, thinking over and over again.Qiao De stood by and didn't interrupt Zhang Luotuo's thinking. He let Zhang Luotuo put together what he saw and heard, and waited for him to think clearly before asking questions.Not far away, the street view of Mars on the computer is still flowing. A transparent marble billboard on the top of the building is like a solid arm, playing endless advertisements continuously. The crowd in the blue track flying by the sky subway occasionally raises their heads , casually glanced at the mercury-colored neon lights.Zhang Luotuo heard that low voice, that voice didn't disturb him, it even helped him because he was feeling dizzy and unbelievable, and that would wake him up and know what situation he was in now.

He stood up occasionally, walked from the pure white floor to the computer "tree", carefully stepped on those endless data cables to avoid stepping on them, lowered his head, and jumped back to the main page with Joad's help, Read the list of Chongqing personal information data page by page.He wasn't interested in other people's messages, but he thought he could find something in them—now he was like a lost man who desperately needed a route to guide him.

He left the computer screen and looked at the neatly arranged fingernails on the table. They were of different sizes, some were black, some were pure white, some were extremely hard, and some became weak due to perennial malnutrition. Filled with a pure white.He took a piece of nail, and then his thumbnail.

He looks at them.

"So, why are you here?" After a long time, he put them down, raised his head, looked at Joad, and murmured, "According to what you said, you are human, aren't you?"

Qiao De had been waiting for Zhang Luotuo to finish his thinking for a long time, and he listened intently as soon as Zhang Luotuo asked a question, so he quickly replied: "Because even if the base does what it wants, it is still worried, and I am afraid that Chongqing will slip through the net." The fish. The base needs someone to stay in Chongqing, even if the base is not in Chongqing, they can still grasp the absolute authority of Chongqing.”

He noticed Zhang Luotuo's confusion, and reminded him: "You know Eleven Company is the largest monopoly company in Chongqing, controlling all aspects of Chongqing, including politics, food, entertainment, hygiene, and even spiritual idols."

spiritual idol.Zhang Luotuo immediately thought of Li Xiangxiang, and nodded hesitantly to show that he understood.Joad then continued: "So in essence, Eleven Company controls everything about the counterfeiters, and it is synonymous with the source of power in Chongqing. And the company needs to lead and be controlled. Of course, it is impossible for Mars to allow counterfeiters to control this company. ——"

Zhang Luotuo interrupted Qiao De: "But there are still counterfeiters in the company?" Zhang Luotuo tried to understand, but except for Qiao De and the others, everyone in the company is a counterfeit. According to this, there are loopholes in Joad's words .

Joad was not surprised. He continued to explain calmly, as if he felt that Zhang Luotuo's question was not worth mentioning: "It doesn't matter, the imitation person can enter Eleven Company, become a technician, and help create everything in Chongqing. The key is the high-level , It is absolutely impossible for them to enter a higher level, the highest authority belongs to the human beings on Mars, and Mars will take action from the root to block the possibility of the imitation human beings climbing or evolving."

Zhang Luotuo gradually understood.Monopoly power, let technology belong to technology, but technology can never replace power, this is the law of the management department, he nodded slowly: "You continue to talk."

Joad's hand slid across the smooth screen of the computer, paused for a moment, and fell from those buildings. He turned around and tried to be as concise as possible, answering Zhang Luotuo's question: "So that's why the management department is here—by Humans will be in charge of the supreme power and manage the entire company. Of course, the more important task for us is to supervise the imitators, and deal with some problems that Mars may not be able to detect in time, such as the appearance of abnormal imitators, and murder the possibility in the bud .”

Monitor androids and deal with problems that Mars cannot detect.Zhang Luotuo stuffed them one by one into his own understanding in a haphazard manner.He felt a little dizzy, the dizziness was worse than before, maybe he understood too much.It took him a while before he bit his lip and pushed everything forward—his annoying bosses were from Mars, and Joad was from Mars.He raised his head and confirmed to Joad again: "Then you are from Mars?"

He looked at Joad and nodded, feeling more dizzy.from Mars.It was like a third-rate novel, a third-rate novel full of intrigue, but now it was actually lying in front of him, turning over like pages.

Mars, that huge, vast city on the screen is like a city without boundaries.

Behind Joad, the rain on the window was like poisonous mercury.

Zhang Luotuo suddenly remembered something, and those things were on his lips, ready to come out: "Isn't that all the people in the previous management department?..." From Mars.He didn't say it.

Joad looked at him calmly, read his heart, and completed the second half of the sentence for him: "Yes, they are all from Mars. Those who were in this company before, and those who are in this company now, we are all From Mars. We were selected by Mars to come here, ostensibly to run the entire company, but in fact the whole of Chongqing.”

Zhang Luotuo lowered his head, he looked at the floor, the cracks on the floor looked like straight roads with no end, he followed those cracks and meditated for a while.Mars.He looks at the room.Mars.

"...Is Fan Liu also from Mars?" He said thoughtfully, gradually understanding.If Joad and the others are from Mars, then Fan Liu is also likely to be from Mars—this room belongs to Fan Liu, and those intimidating and surprising information are installed in the computer "tree" that obviously cannot avoid the attention of the owner of the room. In ", Qiao De turned on the computer in a familiar way, as if he had obtained tacit approval a long time ago. Fan Liu is very likely to be a toy dealer on the surface, but in fact he is also monitoring the visitors from Mars from Chongqing-this is very possible, let alone him. And their intimacy with Joad.

Qiao De froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect Zhang Luotuo to mention Fan Liu, he thought for a while, then said hesitantly and cautiously: "He is from Mars, you can say that." The statement was correct, however, he didn't continue, and simply let the problem stop here, so as not to cross the finish line of the real answer.

Zhang Luotuo could see that Qiao De didn't want to answer, or that he didn't know how to answer. Zhang Luotuo guessed that Fan Liu's identity might be a secret, so he didn't pursue the question further. At the same time, another question kept expanding in his mind. All other things were squeezed out, including the question about Fan Liu.

Zhang Luotuo could feel that question crowding out everything else, touching the lining of his throat, forcing him to think and pay attention.That question made him feel a mess in his heart, and this mess had nothing to do with thinking or logic. It came from a deeper place, and it jumped out instinctively the moment Joad told him, constantly reminding Zhang Luotuo.

Mars.Joad.Joad is from Mars.He used to be on Mars, but later came to Chongqing.

He pondered, unable not to pay attention to this deep meaning.

He raised his head, bit his lip, and finally couldn't help asking softly before he realized it: "Don't you feel sad that you are leaving Mars?"

Joad heard him speak again, and originally wanted to answer, but after Zhang Luotuo finished speaking, Joad's originally still hand moved slightly, and then his palms curled together, Zhang Luotuo suddenly reacted, his This question may be very rude, he took a step back with some fear and self-reproach, his emotions bypassed his thoughts and logic and directly tuned out, keeping pace with his instincts, he immediately wanted to apologize, explaining that he did not have any malice, it was just the previous Seconds, he suddenly thought of this, and that was related to Joad, and he subconsciously wanted to know how Joad felt, just like they had done many times in the old man's record store before.

But in the next second, Joad showed an expression of gentleness and surprise rather than accusation, then he shook his head and lowered his voice: "I won't be particularly sad, because we are not in Chongqing all the time. Just stay. Do you remember? Each administration is for a four-year term."

Zhang Luotuo nodded cautiously. He couldn't see other emotions hidden under Qiao De's gentleness, and wondered if he was angry.

"The management department will be changed every four years. After the four-year period expires, the next one will take over. The previous management department can return to Mars. After all, no one wants to leave their hometown for a lifetime." Qiao De said softly, he Doesn't seem angry.Zhang Luotuo saw it, and Qiao De would frown directly when he was angry, so Zhang Luotuo relaxed and listened intently, "Also, Husting is also on guard against us, fearing that we will seize the real power in Chongqing and create a gap between Husting and the imitation people." The third power - our own little empire."

Zhang Luotuo suddenly understood that the management department changes every four years.Those memories were vaguely covered in front of Zhang Luotuo like a layer of stained glass, and he recalled vaguely.

"Term expires".he thinks. More than 300 days ago, the day when the thousandth batch of toys was born, the previous managers introduced the next member of the management department to them at the annual meeting-the four-year term of the previous term was completely over.

In the last few months before leaving, the previous management department was almost like a carnival, staying in bars in Nanping and Jiulongpo all day long.At that time, Zhang Luotuo and Zheng Zheng had a private discussion. At that time, Zhang Luotuo thought that they were happy because they no longer had to work, and they could leisurely wander around the rich area and enjoy the rest of their idle life.But now he finally understood.The only reason for their carnival is to go back to their hometown.

They don't belong here, they belong to Mars, another city.

They call it City of Hope.

Zhang Luotuo closed his eyes and took a deep breath.These grand and complicated questions were unfolded in front of him one by one, and answered in a way that he didn't expect, even he couldn't believe it, although he couldn't understand all of them for a while: imitation man, Mars, Earth, Chongqing.These sound too magical, like five-rate stories in TV dramas.

With his eyes closed, he felt that everything had taken a detour, as if he had returned to the starting point.

You are different from other people.For some reason, he suddenly remembered what Joad said. In a bedroom in Fan Liu's house, Joad said so firmly.

He replied sarcastically at the time, do you think we have no feelings?Then Joad didn't speak, not a word, he really thought so.Except for the management department, no one else has feelings.Zhang Luotuo thought it was ridiculous, but now he understood.

You are all impersonators.Those words echoed in my ears.

You are all impersonators.

You are different from other people.

The words linger.Zhang Luotuo thought about this.For some reason, this sentence made him feel as if a shot of sobriety had penetrated the spine at the back of his neck, biting his bone marrow.

He suddenly understood.Everything was like a beach close at hand, and he bent down and picked up the shells.

"...you monitored me at that time—didn't you think I didn't act like a fake person?" He raised his head and asked suddenly.

He heard Joad pause for breath, and those Martian street scenes passed by Joad smoothly. In a silence comparable to everything, Joad's words were reflected in the images of the suburbs, and the smiles of passers-by , and a perfect glide track passing like some flawless program.

"Yes," Joad said.

Zhang Luotuo turned his head and found that there was an almost sad expression on Joad's face, but compared with sadness, there were some more directional but more vague things in that expression, which made Joad's sadness appear Not so sad, but in a contemplative zone.

Zhang Luotuo stared at Joad, he felt lost in Joad's expression, he murmured: "Then you told me all this now, is it for the same reason?"

This time Joad didn't nod, his expression became more sinking, sinking into a certain area, a place where the camels couldn't see clearly, but it wasn't hidden, because Joad didn't look, not even himself. Knowing that he himself was sinking—he seemed to be thinking, and strangely as if not thinking of anything but answering instinctively.

Finally, he shook his head and replied in a low voice: "I don't think so, I'm telling you because—"

"There is no difference between a fake person and a human being."