Right on Target Chapter 181

Xie Zhenshu fell in front of the mechanical giant Buddha, groggy and unable to distinguish day from night. He slept for a long time without dreaming anything. I don't know when it started to rain again, and the ground was muddy. He lay down in it, his whole body was already soaked.

"There is a survivor here," someone walked in the rain, found the officer among the ruins, and said to the intercom, "The situation is not very good, let's take it away together."

A few days later, when Xie Zhenshu woke up, he had already returned to the original supply station.

"006," the doctor in white held the record and repeated the number several times by Xie Zhenshu's bedside. After the officer became a little awake, he said, "Are you awake? Get up and move around. If there is nothing serious, you Just go back with the car, there are still a group of wounded waiting for beds."

There was a strong smell of blood in the air. Xie Zhenshu turned his head and saw countless beds full of people.

At this moment, a member of the armed group came in at the door, took off his gas mask, pointed to the door, and said, "Is doctor No. 123 there? A new batch of survivors has just arrived, so hurry up and take them all down. We are in a hurry to use the car." .”

The doctor stuffed the record book under his armpit, clicked his tongue lightly, and said, "My friend, I can't fit it here anymore. Look, where is there room? The door is full."

The member said: "Then what should we do? The light track area is still waiting for a car, we can't run away with the wounded."

The doctor walked over quickly and said, "I'll give you a certificate that you send people to No. 03 Survival Site, where the seriously injured will be taken in."

They walked out together, and the door was full of survivors from the light track area as the doctor said. The cars that followed were all stuck in the middle of the road, and the armed group was holding guns to maintain order, and the survivors who were sent back were basically injured.

Xie Zhenshu got up, and the indoor radio was announcing: "Every living area is speeding up the information check. Regardless of whether you have participated in the transformation experiment or not, please take the initiative to report...Especially survivors with brain-computer interfaces, don't hide it..."

Xie Zhenshu squeezed into the crowd and heard different voices.

"Has anyone seen number 356?"

There were people everywhere, except those who had just been rescued, and those who came after hearing the news. Some of them took photos, some held up signs with their names on them, and stopped in front of each bed to ask questions.

"This is a photo of my lover. I was the last batch of survivors. We lost contact during the seventh system experiment on the farm. At that time, he..."

"...please help me, my mother is on the list of farm number 10, has anyone seen her?"

"My friend's surname is Chen. She disappeared in the transformation experiment. Some people say they have seen her before. Excuse me..."

"Everyone is looking for someone." A seriously injured survivor was lying on the bed, only his mouth could move. His whole head was wrapped in a bandage, and his voice was small: "I'm looking for it too... Have you ever seen a girl? About ten years old..."

Xie Zhenshu had never seen a girl around ten years old, but he was silent, standing by the bed and listening to the survivors.

"I have a photo." The survivor flicked his fingers with difficulty, and tapped on his chest, "My daughter...we are separated in 2162 in the old world..."

Xie Zhenshu pulled off his prison uniform, his injuries were serious, the blood seeped through the gauze, and all stuck to his wounds. The photo was carefully wrapped in a handkerchief, Xie Zhenshu opened it, and found that the photo had already been soaked, and the girl's specific appearance could not be seen clearly.

Survivor asked: "Did you see...the picture?"

Xie Zhenshu said: "Yes."

With trembling fingers, the survivor said, "If you can...please help me...find...find..."

Xie Zhenshu looked at the survivor, and after a while, he squeezed the photo tightly and said, "Okay."

The survivor said: "Thank you and bless you."

He should have said something more, but he did his best, and after a short gasp, the sound of his breathing stopped. People came and went around, Xie Zhenshu wiped the blood on the photo with his fingers, but it got dirtier and dirtier.

A few minutes later, nurses came to confirm the survivor's death. They talked in a low voice for a while, and asked Xie Zhenshu, "Are you his family?"

Xie Zhenshu shook his head.

The nurse checked the body of the survivor and made a record: "The identity of the deceased cannot be identified, so we can only deal with it on the spot. Please step aside, we have to move the body away."

They pushed the bodies of survivors onto trolleys and took them to the exit, shouting over there: "Next wounded come here..."

Xie Zhenshu walked towards the exit, and when he passed by everyone, he would ask, "Have you seen 7-006?"

He blended into the crowd like a grain of sand, and gradually, everyone seemed to be asking the same question: Have you seen him/her? He/she is the most important person to me.

Xie Zhenshu asked all the way to the exit, and then to No. 03 Survival Site. Survival Site No. 03 advocated accepting the seriously injured, but there were too many seriously injured people, and the Survival Site could not accommodate so many people, so the inspection team could only place the survivors on flat ground.

The officer walked through the crowd like a floating leaf.

"Newcomers must check their identities," the armed group took the aircraft and informed various places over the city. "The inspection team has to review the records one by one to ensure that everyone is entered into the survival system."

The word "system" caused protests from the survivors. They rejected the information network, but the protests had little effect. Armed groups came to record them in full gear, and those who encountered strong resistance were sent to prison first. Under such strong suppression, the protests disappeared in less than two days.

At this moment, Xie Zhenshu received a call from Tuya, the number was a new number, and it could be seen that he had been changing numbers during this period of time.

"I didn't run away," Tuya said in a low voice, "How are you doing? Are you still online?"

Xie Zhenshu couldn't remember the date. The cold wind of late autumn was blowing on his face, and he stood on the street with nowhere to go. As if he didn't know how to answer, he just answered "um".

Tuya thought he was still looking for someone online, so he said: "The recent big explosion has caused a lot of noise. If you can't find it online, you can ask everywhere. I will give you some addresses...these are all mine. friend."

Xie Zhenshu was wearing a thin windbreaker, holding an old mobile phone, and was bumped several times by passers-by. His expression was no longer indifferent, but numb. He said, "Thank you."

As if that was the only thing he could say.

Tuya sensed something was wrong, but did not guess rashly. He was silent for a while, and said: "You have been asking me to find out the whereabouts of Xuannv before, and I got it. Actually...fuck, alas, it has been requisitioned. These days, I have been recording information everywhere, and I used it , if you need, I can tell you its location, doesn't it know everything?"

He told Xie Zhenshu about Xuannv's information, and Xie Zhenshu said thank you again.

Tuya said: "I'm looking for a pass, and I plan to go to another place. The place where I live is about to become Xingtian's independent kingdom, and I can't stay any longer. Brother, this may be the last time we talk."

Xie Zhenshu looked at the protest posters swept across the ground, said "hmm" and said, "Good luck."

Tuya let out a long sigh, and after a while, said: "I wish you good luck too, goodbye."

Xie Zhenshu said, "Goodbye."

Hanging up the phone, Xie Zhenshu put the phone in his pocket. According to the information given by Tuya, he went to find Xuannv. As the requisitioned information system, it seemed to be placed in the most inaccessible place, but this did not bother Xie Zhenshu. The officer visited the newly built trading field late at night when there was no one there.

Except for an old game console, there are no other furnishings here. The four mirrors make the room look huge, and there are no lights, only the game console is on, and someone is playing Snake.

Xie Zhenshu walked to the game console, the screen flickered and the picture turned into snowflakes. After a while, it typed a line of words in red: Xie Pillow Book.

It recognized him and remembered him.

Xie Zhenshu remembered how it looked at the doctor's house, and said, "Do you need my help?"

Xuannv deleted "Xie Pillow Book" and retyped: No.

Xie Zhenshu said: "Okay."

He stood silently in front of the screen for a long while, and finally said that sentence: "I want to find a person named Su Heting. Little Bubbles has included his photos, and you have seen them there."

Xuannv seems to be thinking, the screen is stuck here, motionless. Every second Xie Zhenshu waited seemed to be delayed. After an unknown period of time, the screen suddenly disappeared. Two seconds later, it gave Xie Zhenshu a game card marked with death.

Xie Zhenshu left here without saying anything. He went downstairs, and a fountain was rising in the nearby square. The patrolling aircraft hovered overhead, and he headed home. The street lights came on one after another, and he passed countless strangers, this time he didn't ask anyone if they recognized 7-006.

The first snow in New World in 2004 fell and melted on his body. He kept walking, out of the crowd, into the depths of the night. The street lamps fell behind, and no one could see his face clearly. The windbreaker on his body was wrapped in a shell.

goodbye.

Xie Zhenshu hated every goodbye they ever said. For a few seconds, he was almost overwhelmed by the snow. The cross star hangs by his ear, maybe the cat loves him too, but what he needs is Su Heting's kiss instead of letting him live forever in that world.

"Rules are so **** important to me," said a man, as a clip of a movie played on a distant screen.

Xie Zhenshu laughed out loud at this sentence, and then laughed until he choked up. All the tears in his life were flowed to Su Heting, it was nothing, the cat also cried loudly for him. But they never said who loves whom, only close, always close.

The chief didn't hate fate, it was too ethereal, but he couldn't find anything else to hate. He is not afraid of the system, he is not afraid of war, and neither is Su Heting. They are all brave and have been moving forward, but so what, there are mountains behind the mountains.

They met on a snowy day in 2160, and they parted on a snowy day in 2004. Xie Zhenshu no longer has to be afraid of tomorrow. Tomorrow, tomorrow there will be no more Su Heting.

For Xie Zhenshu, there is no end to the pursuit of this life, only endless loneliness.

The author has something to say:

①From Philip Dick's "Flow!" "My Tears", there is no movie for this work.

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