When the law of conservation of isolation is broken

When eight o'clock at night fell, Zhang Luotuo's spaceship was still mixed in a constellation of spaceships, still some distance away from the apartment.He sideways the spaceship towards the sky, avoiding individual spaceship battles.The sound of the phone connecting rang throughout the cockpit, like a bad karaoke parlor.This is the case with old-model spaceships. The roar and voice are often mixed together, and it is almost unbearable to those who have not often flown in it.

"Do you want the phone number of the doctor I often see?" Zheng Zheng's voice echoed in the spaceship, and Zhang Luotuo could clearly hear her panting.It seems she should be in the gym.

"You rarely go to the hospital, what's the matter?" She asked in a puzzled tone.

Zhang Luotuo didn't know how to say it. He thought about it and decided to answer Zheng Zheng with vague descriptions: "There is a little unexpected situation, that is, something happened in front of my eyes. I thought it happened, but others told me that it didn't happen. things."

He couldn't just say it: Lying in someone's home with someone he didn't know and hearing a dumb machine start talking would sound like a madness.

"Is it a hallucination?" Zheng Zheng's panting gradually stabilized. Zhang Luotuo guessed that she got off the treadmill. He remembered that Zheng Zheng told him that she had lost five kilograms through the supervision of the AI ​​treadmill, which was almost comparable to those who went directly to the beauty salon. People who have had their limbs and skin replaced.

"It's possible, I want to go to the hospital for an examination." Zhang Luotuo said hesitantly, he thought for a while, and then asked, "Have you ever had this kind of situation?" Maybe Zheng Zheng knew what was going on in this situation, he Less hopeful going to the hospital is the only way.

Zheng Zheng's voice sounded a bit embarrassed: "It's rare." Perhaps because she was afraid of Zhang Luotuo's frustration, she immediately added, "But this kind of thing happened to my friends. You know, she thought someone was following her. She even heard footsteps one night, and it turned out to be due to the double phantom caused by playing too many VR games, and she has stopped playing games since then." Then she stopped, and there was a sound of keys being turned in the spaceship, As if opening a box door, "I'll send you the doctor's name, you'd better book early, he has a lot of clients."

Zhang Luotuo sighed: "Thank you." He lay on the back of the chair and walked around a spaceship, thinking in his heart how likely he was to hallucinate because of the game—almost zero, he had no interest in games, The last time I played was half a year ago. The company’s game department developed a new game that required people from other departments to experiment. He quit after playing for 2 minutes.

Afterwards, Zhang Luotuo chatted with Zheng Zheng for a while. Their topics ranged from hallucinations induced by games to Zheng Zheng's recent work-training Li Xiangxiang.Zheng Zheng is very satisfied with her situation recently, saying that she has grown rapidly, but too much thinking training has caused her too many problems, and she will probably debut soon.The chat was pleasant, but when he hung up, Zhang Luotuo still didn't say another thing that confused him, and he kept it under wraps: Joad invited him to his house for Teresa Teng's record.He didn't know what to say, especially to Zheng Zheng, who hated Qiao De and thought he was a very hypocrite.He doesn't want Zheng Zheng to worry, she is his best friend, and losing weight is painful enough for her now.

He hung up the phone, stared at the ceiling of the spaceship for a while, and had to accept that he had to go to the doctor.He sat up and said, "A Mei, can you write something down for me?"

But there was no answer in the spaceship, it was as quiet as those disintegrated non-intelligent spaceships in a mechanical decomposition plant.

Zhang Luotuo sighed helplessly. This was not beyond his expectation. He forgot to turn off the navigator when he went to Qiaode’s spaceship this morning, and the signal at the dock was very strong. The worst thing is that Joad's spaceship is the latest model, X-999, equipped with a No. 15 generation navigator, the kind that Ah Coal hates the most.When he came back, it had locked itself in the data bank of the spaceship, motionless, not even making a sound of electric current. Zhang Luotuo activated the navigator, and there was only a calm blue screen facing him—A Mei refused to come out.

Zhang Luotuo drove the spaceship downward. He lowered his voice, trying to sound sleepy: "Amei, can you help me? I want to make an appointment with a doctor."

There was still no movement in the spaceship, but in the empty atmosphere, the small electrical sound of the navigator starting began to sound.Zhang Luotuo waited quietly. One minute or two minutes later, Ah Mei's voice sounded for the first time tonight.

"...What's wrong with you?" Its voice was cold, like a pure AI.

Zhang Luotuo heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was not angry to a particularly serious degree.He cleared his throat and kept his voice the same as before, so as not to waste all his efforts: "I'm a little unwell, I want to see, can you make an appointment with a doctor for me? You know that you are always the most reliable for this kind of thing."

Ah Mei snorted: "Don't try to please me." But its voice was not so cold, it was silent for a while, and said. "Is that the doctor just now? I checked it out a long time ago. The specialist in Yulan Hospital, 38 years old, is good at psychotherapy." It said, reporting the data to Zhang Luotuo skillfully.

Zhang Luotuo hurriedly said: "Great, thank you, Amei, this is this one, I need to make an appointment with him." This sentence obviously made Amei happy, and the sound of electricity from it began to increase, which means that it started to run officially symbols of.

"I started to make an appointment, but the network is too slow, it's peak season, so I have to wait," it said.Then, it asked Zhang Luotuo in a pretendingly casual tone, "I saw you went to Joad's spaceship today. Did you go to see the new navigator? What do you think?"

Zhang Luotuo slid the spaceship downward and flew out of the gray fog. The road in this area was illuminated by night lights, making it clearer.Sure enough, Ah Coal asked this question, and he already had an impeccable answer to this question.

"Not very good." He said, confidently said, "The actual function is very poor." After he finished speaking, Ah Coal did not speak immediately, but Zhang Luotuo noticed that the brightness of the blue screen was obviously brightened by one degree. The gray-blue turned into azure--a blue that would only have appeared a long time ago.

Ah Coal didn't know what to mutter, its voice became cheerful: "...it's not as good as our generation... Well, this appointment is made, at ten o'clock on Saturday morning, you are No. 365, the end of the year One day, remember it."

Zhang Luotuo sincerely felt that "the last day of the year" was unsatisfactory.

Early on Saturday morning, he drove the spaceship to the overcrowded Yulan Hospital.The hospital was full of people.They came here for various reasons.There was a wall behind where Zhang Luotuo was sitting, and it was suspiciously purple, like a trace of vomiting.There are two workers in the front and back rows of him, one is changing the mechanical arm, and the other needs minor surgery because his throat is blocked because he swallowed a marble.Zhang Luotuo sat among them, holding the electronic data sheet with number 365 in his hand, feeling drowsy while waiting for it to send a signal to summon him.

When the electronic data sheet rang, it seemed like years later, he stood up from his seat, feeling the unpleasant smell of chemicals in his nose.Then he walked into the waiting room reserved for specialists and was kicked out after a while.He described his symptoms, hallucinations, cold sensations, and the all-too-real sound of breathing.But the expert cut him off impatiently in the middle of his talk.Zhang Luotuo felt overwhelmed. He watched blankly as the expert made two gestures on the blue screen and billed him.

"You're just overworked and mentally overloaded, and you just need some common tranquilizers to stop it," says the expert.

Zhang Luotuo knew whether he should talk about more detailed details.Like how do hallucinations happen.He hesitated to tell the experts about the reality of those hallucinations, the red-crowned crane, the toy, the feeling of vomiting, the sound of two people talking.But the expert just shrugged his shoulders and said impatiently: "Everyone who comes to me thinks their hallucinations are real, but it's just an illusion, and you need to figure out the difference between reality and illusion."

Zhang Luotuo had no choice.He returned to the waiting room, took the electronic slip to the drug window, where the automatic machine had already prescribed the drug for him.After that, he randomly chose a block to eat, drank the medicine with fruit juice, left under the "thank you for coming" of the cheap imitation with bright yellow pupils, and boarded the spaceship.A sense of exhaustion enveloped him, and he decided to go back to the apartment and get some rest, the first half of the day was ridiculous enough.

Then, in the voice of Ah Mei reminding him that the visibility of the weather in Chongqing is not high today, and he needs to drive carefully, he shuttled through the gray fog, avoiding the whistle of other spaceships, and drove at high speed.Raindrops hit his glass window, and he was in a daze for a moment, not knowing where to drive.When he suddenly got out of a gray fog, sank the spaceship, and approached a certain flying avenue, he realized that this place was far away from his destination, and it was not the area where his home was located.He lowered his head, trying to identify the road sign on the edge of the sky, suddenly, an expensive spaceship flew from behind, and passed him suddenly, at an extremely fast speed, but without making any sound.In the distance, holographic images are refracted by neon lights, and there are jewelry stores, restaurants with high-priced imitation people as doormen, and classic and elegant gray buildings everywhere.Zhang Luotuo suddenly came to his senses, and at the same time, Ah Mei, who had recovered the signal, read the name here effortlessly.

"Jiulongpo." He said.

Zhang Luotuo realized that he ran to the wrong place, and he sighed: "It's really far enough." It seems that he has to fly again, and I don't know how much fuel this journey will consume.He subconsciously looked at the spacecraft information instrument.The above shows that there is still half of the oil, the date is Saturday, and the time is one o'clock in the afternoon.Zhang Luotuo looked at it casually, and when he judged what he was going to use for the return trip, he averted his eyes.

But immediately, his shoulders trembled, and he glanced at the time again, something flashed in his mind.

Joad, Teresa Teng.At 668:[-] p.m. on Saturday, the Arch at No. [-], Jiulongpo.

He lay down on the chair—he almost forgot.

The Big Arch at No. 668, Jiulongpo is a typical wealthy community. The streets are quiet and silent, and a black gate is closed tightly. Except for the rich with identification cards, no one can know what is inside the gate.Four or five imitation human guards are set up at the gate to patrol, and drones are performing face recognition in the sky, which is obviously a double protection for it.

Zhang Luotuo parked his car in the boat parking lot next door and walked over.

An imitation human guard saw Zhang Luotuo and came over from the door: "Hi, do you have an appointment?" His attitude was very polite, but Zhang Luotuo remembered the advertisement he had seen before. The best fighting machine to prevent those with malicious intentions from invading the community.

"I'm looking for Joad." Zhang Luotuo said, trying to make the dummy guard aware that he was harmless.

The arm of the imitator made a humming sound, probably looking for data.A second later, he smiled calmly and said, "Mr. Joad has made an appointment, please come with me." He turned around, walked to the door, pressed the code key, and the black door issued a dull confirmation With a sound, it opened a vacancy for Zhang Luotuo just enough for him to enter.

Zhang Luotuo nodded to the imitator: "Thank you." After walking in, the imitator was behind him, tilting his head in doubt, as if he couldn't understand the word.

This is the first time that Zhang Luotuo really entered the rich community. He only saw it on TV before. He felt nervous and more curious-this place is much better than ordinary apartments, with endless roads and villas standing on both sides. And all kinds of extravagant spaceships of various types that are absolutely impossible to see outside, they are docked next to the building.Something was flying up and down in the air, shining brightly. Zhang Luotuo took a closer look and found that it was an artificial firefly.

"You're here." Suddenly, a voice came from Zhang Luotuo's left side.

Zhang Luotuo trembled, and he turned around abruptly.

It was Joad, standing to his left, in a tuxedo, with his usual expression, head held high.But his whole body was glowing slightly, with rich colors.An artificial firefly passed through his body, and the halo of light on its tail flickered faintly.

"Jode" noticed Zhang Luotuo's surprised expression, raised his eyebrows at Zhang Luotuo, and said in a slightly impatient voice: "Just now when you asked to enter the door, the guard notified me, so I set up my Hologram, let him show you the way." His voice was clear, with a microphone-like exhalation at the end.

Zhang Luotuo reacted: "Holographic projection" he knows this. When people are far away, they use it to carry out activities instead of themselves. However, this is generally only used by enterprises, and ordinary people rarely use it. He remembered that Fan Liu also used it before. Yes, but the technology is not as advanced.He took a step forward and carefully walked around Joad, and now he was more sure. Joad's black suit shone, and occasionally became transparent, reflecting the villa behind him.

"Jode" didn't answer him, but just waved to him: "Let's go." He walked forward on his own.It looked like he just wanted to show him the way.Zhang Luotuo shrugged and followed, not pursuing the flaw of the projection.After a while, he couldn't help but start marveling at this rich neighborhood.They made several detours, but the end still seemed to be somewhere else.The road was empty, and occasionally a few of the latest spaceships passed over their heads, breaking through a swarm of artificial fireflies.As for the villas, there is no difference in appearance between them, all are tall and large.Zhang Luotuo sighed, took a step back, looked around, and began to feel a little depressed here.Fortunately, the projection Joad turned around at this time, and sarcastically said to him coldly: "Have you seen enough?"

This familiar gesture and voice made Zhang Luotuo feel better.

Zhang Luotuo didn't push back, he smiled at "Joe De" and replied honestly: "Enough has been seen."

Projection Joad seemed to be choked by his words, he snorted and quickened his pace.

They finally stopped in front of a villa.The projected Joad flickered and disappeared, leaving behind a camel without any explanation.Zhang Luotuo watched him disappear helplessly, and now he was the only one left at the door helplessly, surrounded by the front, back, left, and right villas.Zhang Luotuo looked left and right, glanced at those expensive spaceships, not knowing what to do.Fortunately, he didn't wait long, the door in front of him made the sound of recombining the screw and the door lock, and a few seconds later, a pleasant female voice sounded: "Welcome, respected guest." The door flicked open, and the light was revealed from inside .

The real Joad stood behind the door, dressed in home clothes, frowning, with black hair scattered across his forehead, looking down at him.

"You're 15 minutes late," he said.

Zhang Luotuo didn't dare to say that he had forgotten about it before, and silently followed Qiao De into the house.He walked into the living room and found that Joad's living room was like an enlarged version of Eleven's management department-the ceiling and walls of the gallery were all cold and dry white, and the furniture was all silver metal, shining.When Qiao De went to pour him coffee, Zhang Luotuo sat down.For some reason, it felt a lot like Joad himself here.

Joad came over with two cups of coffee in his hand, and he handed one of them to Zhang Luotuo.Zhang Luotuo looked at the cup and said, "Thank you." He noticed that the coffee is pure black, and pure black coffee is generally very bitter, and he can't quite get used to the bitter taste.

"What are you taking?" he asked Joad.Put the coffee down.He took a sip, and as he expected, the coffee was of high purity and no sugar was added, and his tongue could only taste the taste of sex.He watched Joad walk aside, and took a notebook with a pen and something from the table.

Joad waved at him: "Record." It was a black round bag, and he took out a record from it. Zhang Luotuo noticed that the record looked very old, similar to the one he bought in the slums. I can't see clearly.Joad put the record into the electronic record player and selected "Confirm Play" when the blue box popped up on the record player.All of a sudden, Teresa Teng's singing began to flow in this white room without hindrance.It is an English song, and Zhang Luotuo has never heard it before, but he thinks this song is very similar to Teresa Teng - her singing voice is different from the electronic voice of the virtualized idol, and she often has infinite emotions.Joad came back, and now he only had a notebook in his hand.Zhang Luotuo wanted to ask what the notebook was for, but he didn't ask.

Joad opened his notebook, took out his pen, and sat down facing Zhang Luotuo. He sat on a metal chair opposite Zhang Luotuo.

"Let's eat a piece of candy." He said calmly. He stretched out his hand, put a piece of candy he found out from somewhere on the table, and pushed it towards Zhang Luotuo.Blue sugar wrappers, square shape.Zhang Luotuo guessed that some people were uncomfortable with black coffee before, and Qiao De's action of digging out sugar was completely familiar.He muttered "thank you" and took it, swallowing the sugar as the bitterness in his mouth continued to eat away at his nerves.Immediately, the sweetness of the sugar began to soothe his nerves, and he felt better.He breathed a sigh of relief and looked up.

"Can I ask you something about yourself?" Joad said, watching him swallow the candy.

Zhang Luotuo frowned, he felt that he vaguely understood something.

"Is it because the management department wants to conduct a private investigation report on employees?" he asked.He remembered that every year, the company would send the management department to select a few employees from time to time to conduct investigation reports in private, asking questions from private life to the company, and improving some of the company's equipment based on their answers. As for the questions, they were kept confidential. , you can only know when you are there.

He widened his eyes suddenly: "so you invited me for this actually."

Qiao De didn't answer his question directly. He opened the pen cap and wrote some words on the first page of the notebook. Deng Zhang Luotuo squinted his eyes and looked at it, but he couldn't see clearly.After a while, he gave up and looked around as Teresa Teng sang, exploring the room.He thinks this residence is very Jord, cold and dry, which is a typical rich man's residence style.After Joad finished writing something, he raised his head: "How long have you been working in Eleven Company?" He stared at Zhang Luotuo, his gray eyes reminded Zhang Luotuo of a closed sky.

Zhang Camel licked his lips.Now he was probably completely sure what was going on - that sudden invitation had something to do with Teresa Teng.But he can accept this, at least Joad made a polite cover, which is already very rare for him, he decided to answer Joad, which is his rare polite response.

"Two years." He said, thought for a while, and added, "Two years and five days." He remembered this date clearly. He also remembered that Zheng Zheng also joined the company on that day. When asked about the date she joined the company, she answered without thinking.He couldn't help but said, "Zheng Zheng has been here for two years, as far as I know, if you want to know."

Qiao De raised his head, seemed puzzled, his pen stopped: "Who is Zheng Zheng?" he said.

Zhang Luotuo didn't know how to explain it. He thought for a while and said, "You should have met her before. She works in the artificial human department on the 21st floor. She is a tall and thin girl."

Joad looked uninterested, and pressed the pen down on the paper to keep it from jamming.

"Go on," Joad said. "Next question, do you have any friends in the company?"

The answer to this question couldn't be more obvious to Zhang Luotuo, he cleared his throat, smiled and said: I just mentioned her, Zheng Zheng. "

Joad raised his eyebrows, his eyes lifted from the pen and paper, and stopped for a while on Zhang Luotuo, his eyes seemed to be watching a radio that could only repeat: "Zheng Zheng?" The tone was questioning.But he seemed to hold back, nodded, and continued to ask: "Then can you tell me about her strengths?"

Zhang Luotuo heard the meaning behind Joad's words, and he didn't like Joad's tone very much.He replied: "She has a wide range of interests.I asked her everything and she knew a little bit about everything.But her favorite seems to be games, and the singer is also very familiar with them, especially virtual ones. "

There was a little unpleasantness in his heart-in addition, he also felt a warm feeling climbing up from the soles of his feet, making his head dizzy, and his lower body seemed to be paralyzed.

Without raising his head, Joad wrote something on the paper, revealing the top of his gray and black mixed hair.Zhang Luotuo felt that what he wrote was "normal" in Chinese, but maybe not. Zhang Luotuo didn't know what kind of language learner Qiao De was.Then he changed his posture slightly, and raised his head casually: "Is there any more? About your so-called friend Zheng Zheng..." Qiao De crossed his legs and spoke lazily, looking for the right words to finish the following words, obviously He didn't take Zhang Luotuo's answer and Zheng Zheng to heart, his disdain was beyond words.

Zhang Luotuo was angry with Qiao De's wording. He interrupted Qiao De and said, "It's not a so-called friend, it's a friend." His brain was no longer dizzy, but became painful, a trance after the anesthetic had expired surrounded him, and the butterfly bone seemed to be on fire.He frowned and took a deep breath.Was his anger causing this?Is he getting too excited?

Joad frowned because of his interruption, as if he had forgotten that he was still writing a company survey or questionnaire. He obviously couldn't get used to Zhang Luotuo's words, his gray eyes blinked impatiently, like a lost planet: " Whatever you want." He muttered, and wrote something on the paper, but Zhang Luotuo didn't pay attention to it, and his back started to hurt sharply again.He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.He vaguely felt that this reaction should have nothing to do with anger, which was much more uncomfortable than anger.At this time, Joad said the next sentence, which diverted his attention. Although it was a mutter, Zhang Luotuo heard it clearly.

"Anyway, people like you..." Joad's voice was like a passing spaceship.

Zhang Luotuo's left ear trembled slightly, he raised his head and pushed it back: "People like you?"

Joad realized he heard it, and wasn't flustered, he even repeated: "Yes, your kind—" Cold and haughty, "She, you, your kind."

Joad's black hair, gray eyes, tightly closed lips, home clothes, and Teresa Teng's song flowed behind him, but Zhang Luotuo felt that he was standing in the management department, behind him was cold glass, endless corridors, and nothing.He frowned.

"We're not that kind of people, we're people," he said.emphasized.

Joad's tone became sarcastic, he probably didn't expect Zhang Luotuo to push back the words.He said aggressively, "Of course you think so."

"Don't forget the night I edited the photo for you." Zhang Luotuo took a breath and pushed back.He felt a hot air on the back of his neck, as if someone pinched his neck.Something quivered on his skin, like sweat, maybe nerves.His breathing became more and more difficult, and he had to adjust himself.

Joad's pupils became smaller: "So what? Do you want to threaten me?"

"You are just like us." Zhang Luotuo said, the feeling of shortness of breath came up again, and there were ten thousand electronic pixels hovering in front of his eyes.what is going on?he thought, grabbing hold of the couch.

"What's the same?" Joad said, sneering.

"Emotion." Zhang Luotuo said, his tongue felt stiff.

"What?" Joad said, frowning, but he didn't catch it.

"Emotion." Zhang Luotuo said again.Although at this moment he felt the discomfort spread from part to part of his whole body.Still he held on, panting, gazing half defiantly into Joad's eyes.He didn't know what Joad would think, but he had to say what he wanted to say.

Joad heard it clearly this time, and his original sarcastic expression froze slightly, as if the answer made him a little confused and surprised.He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but because he couldn't remember for a while, he could only leave a long gap.The sudden silence caused the sound of boiling coffee and Teresa Teng's singing to occupy the entire living room, and the flowing air came in between them.

But Zhang Luotuo didn't look at Qiao De again. His ears seemed to be stuffed with a sponge, which was very blocked. In his ears, Teresa Teng's song was no longer a gentle sound, but more like a roar, a reorganization of electronic sounds. , he couldn't hear what Teresa Teng was singing.He began to feel that he couldn't stand up, his tongue seemed to be frozen in his mouth, and there were two Joads in front of him, then three.His eyes flicked across the skin and saw a small red rash—he finally understood.

"What's wrong with you?" At the same time, Qiao De asked, who seemed to have noticed something wrong with Zhang Luotuo, frowned, sat up from the chair, and asked.Zhang Luotuo couldn't see Joad's face clearly, his vision was surrounded by hazy gray.

"What kind of candy did you give me?" Zhang Luotuo panted, trying to stand up, but couldn't move.

"...ordinary sugar. The raw materials are white sugar, chocolate, hazelnuts and artificial peanuts." Joad's voice sounded like it was in the rain, and his hand seemed to stretch out, leaning on Zhang Camel's forehead.

Zhang Luotuo slumped on the sofa, the hazy gray in front of his eyes gradually turned black, the voice beside him slowed down, and Teresa Teng's singing turned into harsh rain.

"I'm severely allergic to peanuts," he said with all his might.

Before sinking completely into the stun trap, he smelled a warm, faint forest scent.