"How much do you know about love?" Miss F asked rhetorically. "All your memories are fake. Your lover is fake, and the feeling of liking someone is fake. How can you really know what it's like to love someone?"
"Because this is an innate human instinct. It has nothing to do with your memories," Zhang Heng said.
"This answer is too vague." Miss F shook her head. "You don't know Mr. G. When I was desperate, he saved me. I told him that he could marry me if he liked me, but he told me that I didn't have to make a decision in such a hurry. He said that he did like me, but he didn't want me to make this decision out of gratitude. When I said that I wanted to get rid of my identity as Tang completely, he was the one who found me a plastic surgeon. He gave me an ordinary face so that I could live like an ordinary person, even though he still preferred my original face.
"As the actual ruler of this level, he can find any kind of woman. However, he has remained single all these years. I know he is waiting for me. I don't know if this is considered love according to your standards," Miss F asked rhetorically.
"We are talking about your love for him, not his love for you. Since you have not accepted this relationship all these years, why are you suddenly engaged to him now?"
"Because the war is coming, and I don't want to leave any regrets, whether mine or his."
Miss F pointed to the KTV not far away. "We have a common enemy. They are there. What I don't understand is that you don't look like someone who likes to meddle in other people's business. Why are you so concerned about my love life?"
"Because I may need your help with something very important later. I need to figure out your position," Zhang Heng said.
"Position? You want to know how much I listen to Mr. G, right? "
"Once I get the memory encoder back, according to the agreement, Mr. G will immediately perform surgery on me to remove the tracker under my cerebral cortex. I hope you will be there during the surgery." "That's right," Zhang Heng did not deny it.
"You don't believe Mr. G. Why?"
"It's not that I don't believe Mr. G. I just don't believe all politicians, no matter how righteous their slogans are," Zhang Heng said.
The drawbacks of playing solo games finally showed themselves in this dungeon.
The operation to remove the locator would require a craniotomy, which meant he would need to receive general anesthesia during the operation. During this period, he would not be able to stay conscious. What was more troublesome was that this was a quest that could alter one's memory. And Zhang Heng would bring the memory encoder to Mr. G before the operation.
If he were playing a team game, he could rely on his teammates to protect him. However, the problem was that he was alone. In previous quests, he might have been able to make up for his lack of solo combat skills by completing quests and playing for a long time. This time, however, no matter how strong he was, he would lose consciousness once he was anesthetized. He was no different from an ordinary person.
Therefore, Zhang Heng needed to pick someone to protect him in this quest.
But this person was not easy to find.
First of all, this person must be strong enough so that he could stop Mr. G in time if something unexpected happened. Secondly, and most importantly, this person must not be bribed by Mr. G.
Especially the second point. Zhang Heng looked for all the people he knew in this quest and found that very few people could do this. On the contrary, Mr. G's fiancée, Miss F, was also a clone. Zhang Heng had considerable sympathy for the clones, and from several encounters with her, Zhang Heng found that she was a very principled person.
The only problem was her identity as Mr. G's fiancée. Zhang Heng wanted to know if this would affect her choice.
"I can accompany you during the operation," Miss F said. "Because I can understand your fear. There are many nights when I wake up from my sleep, wondering if I have really found myself, or if all this is just another memory that has been written. So, I will stay by your side during your operation to ensure that no one has tampered with your memory. However, I also hope that you will stop judging my feelings. I have made my choice."
"I'm sorry," Zhang Heng apologized.
Miss F accepted his apology. "Be prepared. I am not acting as a lobbyist for Mr. G. I am doing this for the thousands of our compatriots living in New Shanghai 0297. Whether the clones who were brought into this KTV can really change their fate depends on the deal the day after tomorrow."
"I will try my best."
…
Early the next morning, Zhang Heng received an email from Old Man Geng, saying that he would arrange for him to have lunch with a supplier at noon. The latter might continue to help Zhang Heng collect shellac records after Old Man Geng left. So after breakfast, Zhang Heng went out.
Xu Qian was the only one left in the apartment. She did not know what to do. Yesterday, she went to the first level with Zhang Heng. She thought that she would never return to that place even if she died. Although Xu Qian said that Zhang Heng's speculation was nonsense, she obviously did not think so. It was terrifying to find out that her life on the first level had been completely erased.
In the end, in the evening, Xu Qian did not announce her retirement as planned. Instead, she bit the bullet and did a regular livestream.
However, she seemed a little absent-minded during the livestream. When she was chatting, she kept thinking about what Zhang Heng said, and she even made a few jokes. Some fans commented that she looked a little silly today.
"But even so, she is still very cute. No wonder she is my wife." Someone posted such a bullet screen, and the atmosphere in the live broadcast room became lively. Everyone replied one after another, "My urine is yellow. Let me do it." "Eat some peanuts too. Don't just drink alcohol."
In the past, Xu Qian would probably make a shy expression and ask for another round of gifts. This time, however, she just tried to raise the corner of her mouth, and she barely squeezed out a smile.
More famous streamers needed to work hard to build and maintain their public persona so that they could attract as much traffic as possible. This was a common practice in the industry. In the past, Xu Qian did not think it was a big deal. However, when she thought about Zhang Heng's speculation that she might be a clone, it was hard for her not to think of clones who lived with a different face if she continued to maintain her public persona as usual.
The more she thought about it, the more terrified Xu Qian became. In the end, she ended the livestream an hour earlier. Until the next morning, she still felt a little restless until she received an email.
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