"Attention, passengers. You have arrived at the first level. Please check your belongings and alight in an orderly manner. Thank you for taking this train. We look forward to seeing you again …"
As the shuttle gradually slowed down, the passengers finally arrived at the destination of their trip.
Zhang Heng waited until the carriage module was removed from the arrival area, unfastened his seat belt, and walked out of the station with the crowd.
He noticed that the atmosphere on the first level was very different from when he arrived last night. Although the atmosphere was still drowsy, there were many riot police on the streets. This was quite rare in the almost anarchic first level.
The appearance of these police officers was obviously related to the fight between Zhang Heng and the biker gang.
After all, dozens of people had died. It would be a big deal no matter which level they were on. However, it seemed that Miss F's promise to help Zhang Heng settle this matter was not a lie. At least, after Zhang Heng showed up, the riot police did not react. They just watched him walk past them.
Zhang Heng walked to the meeting place.
It was a small community, but unlike the three-story community, the only access control system was broken, and there were no cameras installed. Zhang Heng took the elevator directly to the 22nd floor and knocked on the door of room 2204.
After a while, the electronic lock on the door opened, and Miss F's voice came from inside. "Come in and close the door."
"Okay." Zhang Heng walked into the house.
Unlike what he imagined, this was not the secret base on the second floor of the cinema. Instead, it was a real house. Although the furniture and furnishings here were not as good as Xu Qian's apartment, the pendants on the wall and the various furnishings in the house showed that someone lived here.
Other than that, Zhang Heng also saw a little girl on the carpet in the living room. She was about three or four years old, and she looked very cute. She was playing with a toy duck.
Zhang Heng tried to say hello to the little girl, but she just looked up at him and did not speak. After that, she lowered her head and played with her duck again.
Zhang Heng sat on the sofa opposite her. After about five minutes, Miss F's voice came from the kitchen again. "Help me clean up the table."
"Okay." Zhang Heng got up and cleaned up the books and papers on the dining table.
After that, Miss F came over with two plates of stir-fried vegetables.
"I usually only eat vegetables at night, but since I knew you were coming, I cooked an extra plate of shredded pork with green peppers for you. It's in the kitchen, you can bring it out."
"Thank you," Zhang Heng said. He then looked at the little girl on the carpet. "She is yours and Mr. G's …"
"No, she's just a friend's child. She's with me for the time being," Miss F said. "Her mother will get off work soon and pick her up."
"Oh." Zhang Heng then walked into the kitchen and took out the plate of shredded pork with green peppers and two bowls of rice.
On the other side, Miss F had also scooped the porridge, took the chopsticks and spoon, and asked the little girl on the carpet to play in the next room.
When the two sat down at the table, Zhang Heng once again handed the gift he just bought to Miss F on the opposite side. At the same time, he thanked her. "I didn't expect you to ask me to come to your house."
"Why do you say that?" Miss F took the gift and found that it was a box of chocolates. When she saw the brand of the chocolates, she paused.
"Because once I return to the security company, this memory is likely to be seen by others, and it will bring you trouble," Zhang Heng said. "Thank you for the movie you showed me. The part about the surreal society left a deep impression on me. Oh, and the hamster you gave me. I didn't understand what it represented until I got home."
"That's impossible," Miss F frowned. "It's never easy to doubt one's own existence. Even the best philosopher can't realize his identity so quickly. Not to mention that you accepted it so quickly. You don't even seem to doubt it at all."
"Uhh, this is probably because I happen to be thinking about who I am recently," Zhang Heng said.
"Do you have an answer now?"
"No, but I at least know that I am a clone."
"Well, because of the memory encoder, the memory possessed by the clone is fake," Miss F picked up a vegetable with chopsticks for Zhang Heng. "You need some time to adapt to your new identity. Think about who you are, why you live, and how you want to live."
"You are right, but before that, I have something important to do," Zhang Heng said while pointing to his head. "I have to remove the GPS device under my cerebral cortex."
"Is this why you came to me?" Miss F seemed a little curious. "How do you know I can help you?"
"Because I know who you are," Zhang Heng said. "If there is one person in this world who can solve the problems I encounter, it is you. You once encountered the same thing as me. The outside world thought you were dead, but you are still sitting opposite me. I just don't know if I should continue to call you Miss F or Tang?"
Miss F's pupils shrank when she heard Zhang Heng's words, but she quickly returned to normal. If Zhang Heng hadn't been looking at her eyes, he wouldn't have noticed the change in her emotions.
After that, Miss F calmly said, "Tang is dead. To be more precise, she never existed. She was just an idol created to satisfy the public's entertainment needs. She had no relatives, no friends, no thoughts of her own, and no precious memories that truly belonged to her. She was just … an empty, beautiful toy."
"But now you have one," Zhang Heng said. "I came to you for no other reason. I just want to know how you removed the GPS device from your head."
"Sorry, I can't help you remove the GPS device." Miss F shook her head.
"Huh?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
"Back then, I was also saved by someone, and you've met the person who saved me."
"Mr. G?"
"Yes, so if you want to remove the GPS device from your head, you can only ask him for help. As far as I know, he is also the only person in the entire New Shanghai 0297 who can remove the GPS device from your head."
"Then what price do I have to pay … Wait, is the reason why you want to marry him also one of the conditions for him to help you?"
"You misunderstood. The reason why I want to marry him is because I want to marry him. Mr. G did not force me. Otherwise, we would not have delayed our engagement until now." Miss F stroked the engagement ring on her hand and said faintly, "But you have to know that even if it's him, it will be very risky for him to help you. He may ask for something from you, but don't worry. I will speak up for you."
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