The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Grandma, our little cuties seem to be in some trouble these past two days."

In the Jinghai Welfare Home, the little girl stroked the white-haired puppy in her arms and suddenly wrinkled her delicate little nose.

"Yes! I already know about this. Two days ago, people from the government sent a notice, saying that they would investigate the hidden dangers of stray dogs in the surrounding area. This time it seems that the noise is quite big."

At this time, the kind-hearted old dean was sitting on an old rocking chair in the yard, taking a nap.

Amid the crunching and shaking sound, his muddy old eyes narrowed slightly.

For some reason, apart from an old Peony brand color TV set, not to mention computers and mobile phones, there are basically zero modern electronic devices in the orphanage.

And they have become accustomed to receiving news from the outside world through somewhat backward information channels such as newspapers.

"Hmph! It would really cause trouble for us, wouldn't it just bite one or two cubs and make a fuss out of a molehill." The little girl pouted.

"It's okay, just let them be, it will probably subside in two days.

As for the past two days...let's recall them first. Although the threat is not great, if someone sees that the listener is abnormal, it will be troublesome to deal with it..."

"Yes, grandma."

The old dean rolled his eyes slightly and looked at the small building.

"How have our experimental products been doing these past two days?"

"Well... although the physical rejection reaction is relatively strong, the mental rejection is extremely weak. Sure enough, it is best to control this kind of human being who is dissatisfied with the status quo.

It is estimated that after a while, he can be arranged to go out to perform tasks. "

"Yeah! Although it's just a defective product, it's quite useful to deal with some things that are inconvenient for us to come forward."

“Yes, that’s right, like that old witch who always withholds donated materials, even snatching the little girl’s lollipops!

Grandma, let’s kill her first! "

The little girl bit her cute little tiger teeth and raised the corners of her mouth in a cold arc.

The old dean shook his head slightly, "Don't make matters worse, the Black Cross is an official organization after all, and there are some powerful people in it.

It might not matter if an ordinary person dies, but if such a person dies, the police will definitely go into action.

This kind of moth inside human beings is not only not a threat to us, but even a help.

Our most important task at the moment is to lurk, and anything that might attract the attention of human society is prohibited. "

"Oh~ I see... I'm just a little angry." The little girl curled her lips and said.

The old dean suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the little girl with cloudy eyes.

"Those supplies are dispensable to us. What makes you angry are the snacks that were withheld, right?"

"Haha, grandma saw through it."

“Appetite is just the survival instinct of lower-level creatures. In the final analysis, taste buds only transmit some chemicals that stimulate nerves.

Being addicted to the instinct transmitted by this chemical substance is a reaction that only lower creatures can have..."

"But...it's really delicious..."

The little girl murmured, and when she saw the old dean frowning slightly, she quickly stuck out her tongue and picked up her puppy.

"Grandma, I went out to play."

Watching the little girl leave, the old dean was silent for a long time.

The gods have certain adaptability to the environment. However, in a brand-new living environment like the earth, facing a brand-new species like humans, they cannot randomly select individuals for parasitism.

The more mature the brain of a life form is, the lower the parasitism efficiency will be, the worse the parasitism effect will be, and it will be unable to use a series of racial specialties of the Gods.

Therefore, in her eyes, assassins can only be equated with defective products.

Only humans who have been trained since childhood and have been integrated and spiritually assimilated for a long time can obtain a series of racial abilities of the gods, such as faster neural responses, more developed hearing, stronger intelligence...

It perfectly blends the racial advantages of humans and gods, retains developed hearing and vision, balances various biological characteristics, and is almost the same as humans in appearance...

The Little Girl is her most satisfying piece of work to date.

Compared with her, even Chaoshu, whom she was relatively satisfied with, was already a backward product of the previous generation of parasitic technology.

However, today, the other party actually committed meaningless killings just because of some lust.

Emotionality and impulsiveness are completely common low-level reactions of human beings...

Sure enough, is it inevitable that some mental pollution will occur during the integration process?

It seems my work...

Still not perfect enough...

Shaking his head, the rocking chair creaked again, and the old dean closed his eyes again.

Forget it, anyway, at the final moment, everything about this civilization will eventually return to zero...

…

Early morning two days later.

Ning Shisan looked at the mission destination clearly marked on today's mission list, feeling a little complicated.

Although my inner intuition told me that it was a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, and once I entered, I would probably not be able to get out.

However……

"Is your promise still valid?"

He picked up his phone and sent a message.

Soon, a reply came from the other end of the communication...

[My promise is valid forever. 】

"Xiaoyue, you can really stand up, can't you?"

[Of course, haven’t you been secretly studying the technical drawings I gave you for less than half a month?

After all, it is a technical unit. Whether it is true or not, you don’t know better than anyone else. 】

"Well...if something happens to me..."

[I will support your wife and children on my own, so don’t worry about it. 】

Ning Shisan: "..."

[Don’t worry, for today’s action, the organization has invested a huge amount of manpower and material resources. The tools used to make the simulation sandbox are all black technologies, focusing on being foolproof.

Judging from the fact that I didn't ask you to buy insurance, you should have absolute confidence in your personal safety. 】

Hmm... I was not asked to buy insurance, so my personal safety is guaranteed?

This logic... There seems to be nothing wrong with thinking in another direction.

After all, you don’t have to worry about sending me to death, you get the insurance money...

"It's not that I'm worried about my own safety. You should already know that even if I survive today, I don't have many days left."

There was silence for a moment...

【Um! Very good, keep this good attitude of treating death as home.

If you become heroic, mankind will never forget your heroic sacrifice. 】

"Humanity?"

Ning Shisan looked at the other party's strange choice of words and sentences, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"In the final analysis, it's just a matter of life and death between humans. Isn't the enemy you have to deal with human beings?"

However, this sentence only resulted in a long silence from the other side.

Ning Shisan: "..."

After being confused for a long time, he finally typed a line of text.

"Even if the details of the plan cannot be disclosed, can it at least satisfy the curiosity of the next person who is about to die?

What is the person... or thing you are going to deal with?

The other party's incredible abilities are simply not something ordinary people can possess, right?

If I don't know the answer, I'm afraid that I will die with my eyes closed and follow the Internet cable to chat with you one night. "

【Hey! This threat may be a bit excessive.

Besides, it seems that it wasn’t me not answering from the beginning, but you were afraid that you would be silenced if you found out the secret, so you never dared to ask, right? 】

"Well……"

Ning Shisan was speechless, it seemed like this was really the case.

Even the scriptures hidden in the Buddha's head last time were generously allowed to be seen by me, but I was worried that my curiosity would kill the cat, so I didn't dare to open it...

"Ahem! I'm going to die now. My mentality has changed. I'll forgive you, boss."

【snort! That's more like it, since you sincerely asked for advice... That's right! The truth is what you think it is.

They...are not human beings. 】

Even with some mental preparation, Ning Shisan's heart couldn't help but beat violently.

"Gu~" Swallowed.

"So what you told me at the beginning, asking me to help you save the world, wasn't a joke?"

[I am always simple and clear in my speech. Why do you all think that I am someone who likes to joke... Alas! 】

There was a tangle on his face, Ning Shisan went through complicated inner activities, and finally let out a long breath.

"Well, I did too many wrong things in the first half of my life. If I can use this shitty life to do something meaningful in the last moments of my life, it will be considered worthwhile."

[Of course, when everything comes to light, history will eventually give you a fair evaluation. 】

"A fair evaluation? Can it be written into a history textbook?" Ning Shisan couldn't help but laugh at himself.

[Hmm... I can't guarantee whether it will be included in history textbooks.

But for those things that the organization asks you to do, such as the Martyrs Cemetery or the Military Court, you have to enter one. 】

Ning Shisan: "..."