Hao Ren looked down at the blonde girl in his arms. The cold body did not respond. He gently shook her body, and the latter's arms dangled weakly in the air. Hao Ren sighed. "… She still won't move."
Even Nolan, who had been keeping a poker face, could not accept this scene. She came over, lowered her head and said softly, "I understand how you feel, but she is really dead. Bury her well. It's good for both of you. You will get crazier and crazier if you continue like this. "
Hao Ren was so anxious that tears were about to fall. But if he cried, he would be in big trouble. Under such circumstances, he could not tell others that "because my tablet had possessed this girl, I had to hug her like a necrophile". If he said that, he would be regarded as an overstimulated lunatic. So he could only put on a long face. "Don't try to persuade me. I really can't let this guy go …"
The MDT was still nagging in his mind. "Who asked you to throw me around like a brick? This is retribution!"
In the current situation, no matter what Hao Ren said, he could not clear the misunderstanding. Nolan looked at him with sympathy and pity. "You … Forget it, Ulyanov. Just bear with it. I'll ask the 'doctor' to go to your place later. At least deal with this … girl."
Hao Ren guessed that the other party was talking about embalming or something. But he felt that this topic was too weird, so he did not get involved. He followed the dejected Ulyanov and left. Not far away, he heard Nolan talking to another mercenary. The mercenary obviously did not understand Nolan's decision. "Boss, are you really going to let him stay here with a corpse?"
Nolan's voice was weak. "He won't stay for long. I can see that he will leave."
The mercenary did not give up. "But … boss, I have to say something that you may not like. I've never seen such a weird thing in my life …"
"Enough," Nolan interrupted his subordinate. "You haven't seen it, but I have. I've seen crazier than him. He has become like this. Let him numb himself for a while. In this world, it is a blessing to be able to dream. "
Hao Ren walked with the MDT in his arms. His heart was full of tears. He knew what kind of image he had in the eyes of others — a madman, paranoid, schizophrenic, and a necrophile …
Thinking of this, he could not help but salute Ulyanov. "Seriously, you are a real man."
To be able to accept a corpse right next to him, this helmeted man must have a generous heart.
Unexpectedly, Ulyanov nodded in admiration. "You are. I didn't expect that there would be a man like you in this world. You are the real man. She must have been very happy when she was alive."
Hao Ren's face was twisted like an abstract painting. He gritted his teeth and said to Ulyanov, "Let me tell you a story …"
Ulyanov did not understand. "Go ahead."
"I have a tablet computer. It's talkative and annoying. But one day, it suddenly short-circuited and its consciousness possessed a blonde girl. I don't know the blonde girl at all. Now I'm running around with this dead thing in my arms. You all think I'm a madman, paranoid, schizophrenic, necrophile, but in fact … Hey, don't go!"
It turned out that it was not something that could be explained.
Ulyanov led Hao Ren to his dormitory. It was a small silver-gray metal room. Almost all the buildings in the barracks were built with this mass-produced "iron box". It was monotonous and depressing, but it was much better than the iron shacks in the Black Street slums. The furnishings in the small room were simple. There was only a simple bed that could be folded into the wall and a set of tables and chairs that could be folded into the ground. On the table were some belongings of the previous owner. In the corner of the room was a small box. Other than that, there was nothing else.
It seemed that the furniture in the room could be folded into the four walls. It was like a fallout shelter or an alien living cabin. It was not designed as a barracks for ground troops. For ordinary rooms, these folding parts were unnecessary.
Ulyanov noticed Hao Ren's curious gaze. He sighed and said, "These 'grey boxes' were dug out from the space base in old Alto. They were supposed to be launched to Tumu as the first alien colony city built by humans. But after the war, everything was destroyed, including the space base and those naive scientists. Now all that's left is this grey box, which is full of wretches who will never see the stars again in their lifetime."
Ulyanov said as he touched his smooth black visor subconsciously. Then he waved his hand. "You go ahead. I'll be next door."
After Ulyanov left, Hao Ren threw the MDT, who had turned into a girl (dead version), on the bed. He looked around the room to make sure there was nothing suspicious, but he found nothing. Khiton, who used to live here, seemed to be a person who valued cleanliness. The room was spotless, and everything was neatly arranged. It was hard to imagine that a vulgar mercenary once lived in this room. Hao Ren came to the metal folding table and saw an old diary on the table. He picked it up.
Nolan did not seem to be worried that an outsider would steal the secrets of the mercenary team. Or maybe there were no secrets in Khiton's room. In short, she did not send anyone to clean up the room in advance. Hao Ren could take this opportunity to see what the renegade mercenary had left in the world.
However, the diary was filled with boring content, recording the monotonous and boring days of a rigid, conservative mercenary. The entries in the diary were also intermittent, and the words were crooked. It looked like a written record left by a boor who did not like to keep a diary. Hao Ren could not help but think of what Ulyanov had said: Khiton grew up in the slums, and he seemed to have a low level of education.
The MDT sensed Hao Ren's current behavior through the mental connection. It was puzzled. "Why are you so interested in a renegade mercenary?"
"I'm just bored," Hao Ren quickly flipped through the diary and quickly turned to the first few pages. "I want to know about the situation in this world …"
The beginning of the diary was written on a certain year, month, and day. Nolan suggested that the owner of the diary develop the habit of keeping a diary, so that he could more or less retain the memory of his existence in this world. This was the beginning of the whole diary.
"This Khiton seemed to be a loyal guy a long time ago," Hao Ren frowned. "He started to keep a diary at Nolan's suggestion. He was a boor who had never been to school and did not like this kind of literary stuff. But because of Nolan's words, he insisted on keeping a diary for a year."
"But in the end, he still betrayed us," the MDT muttered in his mind. "Many carbon-based creatures are fickle."
Hao Ren did not say anything, but quickly turned to the last few pages of the diary. He saw some inexplicable lunatic language at the end of the diary. This mercenary named Khiton mentioned crazy and confused dreams, endless pain, and a deceived life. He seemed to believe that he was caught in a huge fraud, and the center of the fraud was the leader of the 'Gray Fox', Nolan. These parts of the text had been confused to a certain extent, and even the grammar was no longer fluent. It was very difficult to read.
In the last few paragraphs of the diary, Khiton wrote in a neurotic tone:
… It's all a fraud, it's all fake. The whole world, most of my life, it's all fake! This world is definitely not like this. Something is wrong … I want to wake myself up, just like waking up from bed, but I have to find a way … Maybe Nolan is the key. She seems to know the real situation in the world, so she must be the key! I don't have much time …
This was the last message left by the mercenary Khiton before he betrayed them.
Hao Ren was puzzled. He thought of the First Born or the brain monster interfering with the human mind, but Khiton's situation did not seem to be the case — and if the guardian really affected Khiton's mind and caused him to betray them, then he should not be the only one affected. None of his mercenary companions were spared.
He shook his head, threw the diary aside, and turned to look at another thing on the table.
It looked like a personal computer, or some other electronic device. In any case, it looked like it could be used to search for information.
"MDT, help to hack into it …" Hao Ren was about to let the MDT help to hack into the database of this device, but he looked up and saw the body of the girl lying on the bed. He was suddenly discouraged. "Damn it, he dropped the ball at the critical moment … Let me do it."
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