The meeting with Miss F went smoother than Zhang Heng expected.
In fact, the relationship between Tang and Miss F was just Zhang Heng's guess. After all, almost everyone on the Internet knew about Tang's death. After she self-immolated, the police found her body and chip. And as a celebrity clone streamer created by the entertainment company, Tang had an almost perfect face. On the other hand, although F's appearance was not ugly, she could only be considered ordinary. If she were to be thrown on the street, she would quickly disappear into the crowd.
The only thing that connected the two was F's mechanical prosthesis. According to the rumors circulating on the Internet, Tang lost an arm when she escaped from the fifth floor. Other than that, F's temperament was the only thing that connected the two.
Zhang Heng had always wondered why F, who looked like a passerby, had the temperament that even the A-list celebrities on roadside billboards didn't have. Now, he finally found the answer. As the most popular female clone streamer at that time, she had broken countless records in the online livestream room. Until now, no one could surpass her. It was only natural that her confidence and temperament crushed Xu Qian and other small streamers.
However, neither the mechanical prosthesis nor the temperament could prove that F was Tang. So even if Zhang Heng connected the two, Miss F could completely deny it.
After all, Zhang Heng's current identity was still a clone who wanted to escape from the company's control. Once he was caught by the company and his memory was read, Miss F would also face the risk of being exposed.
It was hard to imagine what kind of courage she had back then, and how much pain she suffered to escape from that manor. After that, she faked her death to escape and live an ordinary life.
If their positions were swapped, Zhang Heng would never admit it so straightforwardly, especially after Miss F promised to speak up for him in front of Mr. G. Zhang Heng could clearly feel the strong kindness radiating from her. He asked Xu Qian before, and the latter did not know how many clones there were in New Shanghai 0297. However, the number should not be too small. Zhang Heng did not know why Miss F valued him so much.
As if seeing through his doubts, Miss F then explained, "Do you know how many self-awakening clones there are in New Shanghai 0297?"
"I would like to hear the details."
"Since the city was built, there have been no more than a hundred people," Miss F said faintly, "And most of them have been subjected to a lot of external stimulation like me. There are even fewer of them who survived. For so many years, I have been trying to wake up other companions. However, because of the relevant laws and regulations, and the risk of memory being read, I can only use the method of hinting. Most people don't respond to my hints, and a small number of people have doubts about their identity. Before they can think further, their memories are reset. Only a very small number of people realize the truth."
"What happened to them?" Zhang Heng asked.
"Without exception, they all collapsed." Miss F said, "I have never seen a situation like yours. Maybe I can find the answer I have been looking for a long time from you."
"What answer?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
"The answer to freeing our kind."
"Then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, because as you said, my situation is indeed very special, and it might not be worth promoting." After all, Zhang Heng did not know how many clones there were, but he was the only player in the entire New Shanghai 0297.
Miss F did not comment when she heard that. She just replied, "Let's eat. The dishes are getting cold."
After that, the two did not speak again for a while. They just finished dinner together. During that time, Miss F's friend came over and took away the little girl who was playing in the bedroom.
Zhang Heng had seen Miss F when she slashed people. He did not expect her to be so good at cooking with a shovel.
Although the three dishes on the table were the simplest home-cooked dishes, they looked, smelled, and tasted great, especially the stir-fried shredded carrots. Zhang Heng found that the thickness and length of the shredded carrots were almost the same, as if they were measured with a ruler.
Zhang Heng could not help but eat another bowl of rice. When he put down his chopsticks, he found that Miss F had already finished eating. There was not a single grain of rice left in her bowl. After that, she got up to clean up the dishes, took them back to the kitchen, and put them in the dishwasher. On the other side, Zhang Heng consciously cleaned the table.
"Let's go." After finishing all this, Miss F put on her coat and picked up the sword next to her.
"Okay."
Zhang Heng had a favor to ask this time, so other than the Infinite Building Block, he did not bring any weapons with him. He then followed Miss F downstairs to the underground parking lot. Miss F then remotely started her second-hand off-road vehicle, sat in the driver's seat, and left the front passenger seat to Zhang Heng.
She set the destination on the car's navigation. It was in the southwest of the first level, which was close to the edge. There was still a long way to go.
When the car got on the road, Miss F said again, "Thank you for the chocolate. I can see that you did a lot of homework before coming here. However, I don't eat this brand of chocolate anymore."
"Why? Are you worried that the memory of liking this chocolate is also fake?" Zhang Heng asked.
Miss F did not answer, seemingly acquiescing to this statement.
"Even if it's fake, it's fine as long as I feel that it tastes good, right?"
"I just don't want to remember any memories of being Tang," Miss F said lightly. "Not everyone can calmly accept the experience of being a clone like you. This is why you are so special," Miss F said lightly.
"I am quite special, but I'm afraid it's not the kind of special you expect."
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, the person who will negotiate with you later is Mr. G. It's fine as long as he is interested in you."
Miss F turned on the car's speaker while talking.
…
About forty minutes later, the two arrived at their destination — a toy factory.
Miss F acted as if she did not see the group of burly security guards in front of the door. She led Zhang Heng through the gate and walked to workshop No. 2. The factory covered a large area, but there were very few people inside. Other than the security guards, there were only some engineers responsible for equipment maintenance. The workers on the assembly line had been completely replaced by machines.
However, as soon as he walked into workshop No. 2, Zhang Heng saw two people, and one of them was actually an acquaintance.
The leader of the group of bikers who attacked him and Old Man Geng on the street last night was now handcuffed and leaning against a production equipment. Not an inch of his skin was intact, and many parts of his body were exposed. Zhang Heng could even see the bones underneath. There was a large pool of blood under his feet, and he looked like he was dying.
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