Zhou Jinru still didn't answer. His eyes were always on his transparent panel. From the beginning, the mountain skill was highlighted, which meant that he was always resisting the abnormal state.

"Mingyue Xin?"

He called out, but got no response. It seemed that Mingyue was not in his heart.

"Zhou, answer my question."

Facing Wasim's question, Zhou Jinru looked a little dazed. He bowed slightly and said, "Dr. Wasim, why should I answer your question?"

"This is an order!"

Zhou Jinru raised his head and looked at Wasim across the desk with a strange look: "Doctor, you have ignored a question. I am not a member of the Jacobins. I do not accept your orders. Do you always think that

Am I yours?"

Yes, although so many things happened along the way, Zhou Jinru was never a member of the faction. He was an outsider, an outsider.

No matter what she did during the two years she disappeared or what she did after she returned, Adela intended to treat him as a partner and one of her own, but she was rejected.

"Adela and I are very close, doctor, you don't know, right, but I'm not a member of the faction, you should also know that, right?"

Zhou Jinru grabbed the long knife at his waist. He had not noticed that he was carrying a weapon before, so he reached out to touch it.

"You are not a member of the faction!"

Wasim shouted, with a ferocious expression, as if he had encountered something terrible. His whole body shrank rapidly, becoming thinner and thinner, and even turned directly into a piece of paper. The color was gray and the paper turned yellow, falling on the office.

On the table.

Zhou Jinru grabbed his hair. He just said a few words, and the other party was hit by dimensionality reduction. It seems that everything here is not real.

"lighthouse."

A bright light burst out, tearing up the scene in front of him. When he opened his eyes again, he was sitting in the back row of the auditorium, watching a theatrical performance.

The light shined on the face of the theater actor, and the excessively pale makeup made the actor look like Sakaz, who is rumored to like to suck blood. He walked quickly across the stage, and let out a shrill cry from his mouth. He didn't know where he was hiding.

The band played a very sad tone.

"Ah, my love, I shall never see you again."

Zhou Jinru watched the performances on the stage with great interest. He glanced lightly from the corner of his eye. He was the only audience in the theater, which meant that these performances were all performed for him.

"Pah, pah, pah."

He stretched out his hand and patted it three times to show encouragement.

The man in the middle of the stage seemed not to have seen it. He stopped, raised his hands high, and sang in an exaggerated aria: "If I leave here today, I will never be able to come back. My beloved, I can only say goodbye to you here."

, let this world hear our love."

For a while, Zhou Jinru couldn't understand which one it was about, so he had to sit in the class. Anyway, the content of the song was different from the famous drama fragments in his memory.

After listening for a while, he lost interest and dozed off, almost falling asleep on the sofa.

Zhou Jinru wiped his nose, stood up and walked to the back of the seats. The exits of a theater were located on the side and rear, making it easier for the audience to enter and exit. However, when he touched the back of the seats, he found that the front wall was sealed and there was no exit.

The same goes for walls.

This is a closed space.

"Actually, you guys are a bit anti-human. I mean, isn't there a bathroom here?"

When Zhou Jinru said these words, the actor who was still singing the lines on the stage obviously paused, and the shocking thing was yet to come.

"You can't suffocate yourself to death. If you don't give me a bathroom, you can't blame me."

As he spoke, Zhou Jinru pressed his right hand on the belt buckle around his waist, as if to release the flood on the spot.

The actor on the stage had a distorted expression, wanting to stop this rude person, but he didn't know what to do.

"you……"

As soon as he said a word, the man who was still unfastening his belt suddenly stepped on the seat of the audience, pulling out an afterimage in the air. He was dozens of meters away in an instant, flew over and pushed the actor down on the stage.

superior.

"Do you know that your singing is terrible? If you can't sing, you still learn other people's arias!"

"Do you know that you are so bad at serving? The COS club when I was in college was better than you!"

"Still singing, singing about your uncle, loving and loving, moaning for no reason!"

Zhou Jinru raised his fist and hit the actor's face squarely, causing the left half of the actor's face to collapse. However, he refused to let go and punched the actor a second time, denting the right half of his face again.

Not satisfied with his anger, he stood up and stomped and crushed the pale face with the sole of his leather shoe until the face that made him angry turned into a piece of dirty paper.

"You only have a piece of paper, but you want to imitate other people's acting. If you open your mouth, your true colors will be revealed."

"lighthouse!"

The strong light burst out, and the scene in front of him was shattered. Zhou Jinru stood like this, holding a long knife in his hand. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was standing on the street with a sea of ​​people. Everyone was wearing modern clothes, and he couldn't see

There is no difference, only he is still wearing the work clothes of the previous era and holding a sharp weapon.

"Brother, where did you get this look?"

Some passers-by stopped and stared at Zhou Jinru curiously, looking at the clothes he was wearing, and even more curious whether the long knife in his hand was real.

Before Zhou Jinru could say anything, he saw a tall and thin middle-aged man walking over, pushing aside the passers-by in front of him, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, taking out one and dropping it on his mouth.

He handed the whole package to Zhou Jinru.

"Want one?"

Zhou Jinru just glanced at the cigarette brand and shook his head: "I have seen Daqianmen, but I don't smoke now. I quit. My wife doesn't like the smell of cigarettes."

"Which one of your lovers?"

"All lovers."

The middle-aged man's expression froze, then he laughed and said: "Interesting, really interesting, let's sit down and chat?"

Zhou Jinru flipped his wrist, sheathed his sword, and said calmly: "You must let me know your background."

"My surname is Zhu, they all call me Lao Zhu."

Lao Zhu sat on a wooden bench by the roadside, put his left hand in his pocket, and held up the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his right hand. These glasses made him look more elegant.

"Mr. Zhou is not unfamiliar with the current situation. He must have seen similar situations, right?"

Zhou Jinru didn't speak, but just stared at the middle-aged man next to him. The man looked harmless, and at such a close distance, he could grab Lao Zhu with just one stretch of his hand.

He is right to say that he has seen similar situations. The last time he fell into deep memory, Mingyue Xin grabbed him.

Lao Zhu turned to Zhou Jinru and said: "This is the best life for us now, but we all know that all stories have an ending. Nothing can last forever. Mr. Zhou, do you know where you are?"

Zhou Jinru shook his head, Ming Yuexin did not tell him the truth, and he was a Riddler just like Kelxi.

"Mr. Zhou, I want to ask you this question, where do you think we are?"

Zhou Jinru said without hesitation: "A virtual space."

"Yes, it's easy to think of this, Mr. Zhou, but in my era, these things were unthinkable. At that time, humans didn't even go to the nearest satellite. I just took a nap.

When I woke up, the low-Earth orbit habitation zone above my head had already been established."

"How long have you been asleep?"

Lao Zhu raised a finger: "No more, no less, a hundred years."

"Freezing technology?"

"No, it should be said that I have been dead for a hundred years."

Zhou Jinru was shocked. The person in front of him turned out to be a person who had been dead for many years?!

Lao Zhu said with emotion: "In the hundred years since I died, the mother nest has been established and the largest network has been formed. Most of those who died in the disaster have been reborn in the network. Just like me, you are here

Everyone you can see here is the same as me, but we are all truly alive. Mr. Zhang Taiyue promised us that once the artificial body technology matures, all people stored in cyberspace can be resurrected and return to the real world."

Zhou Jinru gradually frowned. What kind of place was he in? People who had died were reborn on the Internet, and could they return to reality? Is the Zhang Taiyue in Lao Zhu's mouth the same person as the one he knew?

Before that, he had a question to figure out: "How did you know my surname is Zhou?"

"Your identity code, I saw your identity code. I only know your surname is Zhou, but I don't know your name. I received a message and I will entertain you here. Someone will pick you up later.

"

"My code?"

Lao Zhu was also confused: "Mr. Zhou, your coding may be wrong. I only saw four digits, 0004. Do you have any impression of your identity coding?"

Zhou Jinru had no idea about this. He couldn't say anything, so he had to ask again: "You haven't told me where we are yet."

"We are in an information storage that cannot be destroyed. Even if the planet is destroyed, torn apart, and falls into the stars, it cannot be destroyed. We are all protected, protected by a true god."

These adjectives seemed very unfamiliar to Zhou Jinru's ears. He knew what they meant, but he had never heard of them in the world of Terra. The real world had just entered capitalization, and even the steps of the industrial age were trembling, let alone rocket launchers.

.

In other words, in Lao Zhu's era, humans could send artificial satellites into space and had a certain concept of cosmic knowledge.

"True God?"
To be continued...