Be it a normal person or a posthuman, they were all donkeys with a black blindfold over their eyes. Fate could only let you see a small piece of the puzzle in front of you.
A person could only make a decision that seemed right at that moment. However, what would happen in the future and whether the decision you made was good or bad, after that moment, you could only wait in fear for fate to reveal the answer.
There were so many things in the world that lacked the "knowing what would happen".
In this bullsh * t game of life, the most intolerable thing was that you didn't know when you would make a decision. You didn't know if it would affect your future.
For example, at 6: 18 p.m. that day, Lin Sanjiu asked Wu Lun to take a cab home first while she chased after another cab.
At that moment, she didn't think about the significance of her decision, and Wu Lun didn't realize the impact of her decision. At 6: 18 p.m., both of them thought that it was just a last-minute decision to split up and go home.
Until 11: 54 p.m. that night, Lin Sanjiu still didn't see Wu Lun coming home.
The clock on the table ticked away. The sound was mechanical, clear, and indifferent.
Before she parted ways with Wu Lun, she didn't see the number plate of the cab that was about to stop next to Wu Lun. Therefore, she couldn't trace Wu Lun's identity from the number plate. In fact, Lin Sanjiu didn't even know whether Wu Lun got into the cab or not. At around 7: 30 p.m., she knocked on Wu Lun's door for ten minutes. Even the neighbors opened their doors to look outside, but Wu Lun didn't answer. She called Lin Sanjiu's cell phone, but it was switched off.
At 8: 30 p.m., Lin Sanjiu tore down the burglar-proof window and crawled into the house. She decided to look for Wu Lun along the route that they would take when they came back. She found Wu Lun's photo in the house and asked around. She asked passersby, shop owners, and so on.
Her cell phone was still switched off.
At 10: 30 p.m., she used the same method to look for Wu Lun again.
Even though her second search was also fruitless, she still held onto the hope that Wu Lun might have already reached home, so she once again returned to this narrow single room and waited until now. As the night grew darker, the city became quieter and quieter. The lights outside drifted into the distance. It was as if the world had always been like this and Wu Lun never existed.
[So what if you are a posthuman?]
Lin Sanjiu buried her face in her palms and thought for a long time. In the end, she decided not to call the police.
As a posthuman, it was inevitable that he would distrust the abilities of ordinary people. If there was a problem, he would rather solve it himself. But that was not the main reason.
Call the police? How? There had to be a phone, right? After listening to Wu Lun's explanation, could she still use Han Jun's phone to call the police? Even if no one found out about this, if the police really came to find out about the situation, what kind of person would she be? Legally speaking, she did not exist in this world.
But in other words, if it was another person who existed legally and knew Wu Lun, he could call the police …
When Lin Sanjiu thought of this, she slowly raised her head.
Wu Lun was a person with a serious job. If something really happened to her, her colleagues would also realize that something was wrong after she was absent from work without any reason and couldn't be contacted.
No, no, that might take a few days, and it would be too much of a test of luck. Maybe her colleagues would think that she suddenly went back to her hometown and quit her job, and they would not go to the police at all. If she worked alone, it would be too late by the time her mother found out that something was wrong.
Lin Sanjiu stood up and paced around the cramped room twice in frustration.
Even though it was a little counterintuitive, she had to admit that the police in modern society should have more resources and power than a new posthuman when it came to finding a citizen. The problem was, how could she investigate Wu Lun's disappearance?
Hold on, she was thinking too much.
Lin Sanjiu sprinted to the window and peeked out through the anti-theft mesh that she had torn. The neighborhood was very old and small. There were a few lonely street lights in the dark, and a few of the light bulbs were broken.
She had roamed freely in this apocalyptic world for a long time, so she did not think that one of the most important resources of the police was the surveillance cameras that could be seen everywhere on the streets and in the neighborhood. If she could get the surveillance video of the section of the road where Wu Lun called for a car, at least she would know where to start her investigation.
The problem was, were there surveillance cameras on that section of the road? There should be, but she still needed to check it out.
Before Lin Sanjiu left the house, she hesitated for a moment. She rummaged through her drawers and found a baseball cap and put it on. Other than the bandage on her neck, she changed into her top, pants, and shoes. She stole a set of men's clothes from the drying rack of her neighbor's house. She stuffed her extra hair into the cap and used the bottom of her pants to cover her shoes. Fortunately, Wu Lun was a person who knew how to protect himself from the sun. There were still masks at home, so she took one and put it on. When she was done changing, she was stunned.
Everything he did just now was done subconsciously without much thought. But now that she thought about it, why did she need to change? She didn't need to hide her face on the street like in the museum.
Even though she said that, she felt awkward taking off her cap and mask. So, she wrapped herself up tightly and left the house. Dressed in men's clothing, coupled with her height, anyone who looked at her from afar would probably think that she was a man — just a little thinner.
Even though it was past midnight, there were still a lot of people and cars on the road. Most of the shops along the road were closed. Only restaurants and convenience stores were still lit. Cars passed by one after another. Most of the taxis had their headlights on.
Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a moment. She did not wave her hand to hail a taxi. She walked slowly along the street and observed the surveillance cameras from under the brim of her cap. At first, she would count how many cameras were installed in a certain area, but soon, she stopped counting. Once, when she was about to cross the road to take the overpass, she looked up from the stairs and saw three stapler-shaped surveillance cameras hanging in the air. They were staring at her from all angles at the stairwell she was at. When she was halfway across the bridge, she suddenly realized that she had changed her walking posture without realizing it. Every time she took a step, her knees would bend slightly in her loose pants. As a result, she looked shorter than usual.
Lin Sanjiu sucked in a breath of cold air from under the mask.
A person's gait was as unique as their fingerprints and irises. Even a seasoned posthuman couldn't change the weight, inclination, coordination, and form of their gait. This was because the gait was based on the characteristics of the whole body. It involved more than 600 muscles and 200 bones. Even if a posthuman pretended to be lame, it was still difficult to change the physiological characteristics of the whole body. When a posthuman found the most suitable and efficient way to use his or her body, he or she would constantly and consciously strengthen his or her body. This was how his or her gait was deeply rooted in his or her behavior.
The reason why she was able to do this was because she had received training from Hei Zeji many years ago.
Rather than saying that Hei Zeji's fighting style had a set of fixed fighting patterns, it was more accurate to say that his bones, muscles, force exertion, and reaction were like flowing water. He could adapt to the situation and change according to the situation. Influenced by Hei Zeji, Lin Sanjiu also pursued the effect of "every muscle in her body is alive". When she wanted to change her gait, she could adjust the force exertion of her muscles and bones like a switch. From afar, she looked like a completely different person.
However, Lin Sanjiu didn't know why she would do that. She didn't even know if there was any technology in this world that could recognize gait.
From the density of the surveillance cameras along the way, the place where she parted with Wu Lun was undoubtedly under surveillance. The next question was where could she go to see the surveillance footage.
After changing her gait, Lin Sanjiu's speed was noticeably slower. She even took a night bus halfway through and arrived at the place where she parted with Wu Lun half an hour later.
It was a 40-50 minutes drive from Wu Lun's house. As it was close to the city center, it was quite lively even at two or three o 'clock in the middle of the night. During the day, the road was dark and closed, but now it was open. There were bars with colorful signboards and rumbling music inside the doors. Men and women in bright clothes with flushed cheeks stood by the roadside, laughing as they smoked and chatted. None of them looked at the silent "man" who was wearing a baseball cap.
"Logically speaking, the police station in this area should be able to see the surveillance footage, right?
Should I look for it? "
Lin Sanjiu pondered as she walked. Suddenly, she froze and stopped. After remaining silent for a few seconds, she turned around and strode toward an electric pole at the back. When she was in front of the pole, she asked in her mind, "Mrs. Manas? Do you remember? "
"I remember," Mrs. Manas answered softly. Lin Sanjiu didn't have the time to practice her higher consciousness today. It had only been half a night, but Mrs. Manas already sounded a little tired.
Without waiting for Lin Sanjiu to ask, Mrs. Manas continued, "Today, both of you stuck a missing-person notice on this electric pole."
"As expected..."
Lin Sanjiu leaned closer to take a closer look. After the missing-person notice was torn down, there was still a small piece of white paper stuck on the pole. It was glued to the pole with cellophane tape.
It couldn't have been cleaned by the janitor because there was a small advertisement for "Quick Cash Withdrawal Credit Card" next to the piece of paper.
"Posthumans have been here before."
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