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Chapter 112 Two in One(2/3)

Hundreds of human faces are superimposed on each other, and some parts are overcrowded, causing the edges of their faces to overlap and blend with each other.

Their heads were inlaid on the disgusting insect body like Christmas tree ornaments, with human expressions and human smiles.

Zhu Ning just wanted to vomit after seeing it.

"Zhu Ning." It was calling her in Jiang Ping's voice.

As it said, it liked Jiang Ping very much, so it kept talking in Jiang Ping's voice.

"You look like Sheng Xin."

With a heartbeat, Sheng fell down from the big locust tree and set fire to the village, just like a hunter to lure out his prey.

But she has come this far, but she can only stop there.

An ordinary human being can reach the limit. Shengxin saw real bugs falling into extreme panic. When human beings encounter creatures that they are unable to resist, their expressions are very wonderful.

Human beings understand less than one-tenth of it, and are nothing more than an ant in its eyes.

Even the so-called death together, such a heroic burning, in the eyes of the other party is just an ant jumping hard, it can almost be ignored.

Sheng Xin was in despair before his death.

Human beings will make a common choice when they reach this point. They will resist desperately, just like you run hard, but find that the road ahead is not a way to survive, but a dead end.

In its eyes, Zhu Ning has reached a desperate situation.

In the first world, Jin Tao had already killed three team members, the villagers tore off the clothes of the cleaners, and insects devoured their brains.

More and more liquidators are going insane, some are starting to shoot randomly, and some are killing each other.

Their choice was exactly what it expected, because it had seen it so many times over the years that it wasn't even surprised.

In the second world, after Zhu Ning left, Li Nianchuan and Xu Meng were caught in the fire. They leaned back and stared at the countdown inside the helmet.

That is the countdown to their death.

Zhu Ning, who proposed this plan, has disappeared. The surroundings are getting hotter and hotter. The protective clothing will soon be unable to hold up, and the oxygen content is getting lower and lower.

And there seems to be an unknown monster approaching in the thick fog.

They entrusted their trust to Zhu Ning, and the countdown was only seven minutes.

Zhu Ning couldn't find a way to break the game in seven minutes, and Xu Meng and Li Nianchuan were both going to die here.

In the third world, Zhu Ning faced a huge insect, and everyone on it looked at her with a smile, as if inviting Zhu Ning to join their camp.

It untied the tentacle wrapped around Zhu Ning's neck. It was a crimson squirming insect, but when it came close to Zhu Ning, it turned into a human hand.

The human palm was grafted onto the insect's body. It touched Zhu Ning's helmet, and then showed that disgustingly affectionate face.

It sat down, as if sitting in front of its own friends, and was actually chatting with Zhu Ning.

It regards Zhu Ning as a rare friend. In fact, for so many years, only Zhu Ning knows its true identity and can still talk to it.

It really wants to be friends with Zhu Ning.

But now it doesn't have to be friends with Zhu Ning. They have a more intimate connection. It can live in Zhu Ning's body and become one with her.

It will see Zhu Ning's memories and understand her past.

Just like Affen and Lao Du, they use insects to achieve a true coexistence of life and death.

It and Zhu Ning can do it too.

"Did you know?" it said with a smile, "Jiang Ping volunteered to be parasitized by me."

"He said he couldn't survive."

Zhu Ning was stunned. Jiang Ping couldn't survive?

It seemed to be falling into memories, "I went to his house. He bought a very small house, about 40 square meters. Every time he went back for vacation, he would only huddle in such a narrow space and play games. He was in

I spent my days and nights in that house.”

When it recalled Jiang Ping, it was even grateful. Jiang Ping gave it a deeper experience. It turns out that when humans are like this, it can use human equipment to play games.

It has even come into contact with the consciousness uploading project. Human beings can already upload consciousness to the cloud, but can they upload a bug?

The human spirit can achieve immortality in a computer, but what about a bug?

"Every time he goes out, he looks up at the traffic floating in the sky. Countless people pass by him. The rich can upload their consciousness to the cloud and enter the real paradise. The poor hide in the corner and drink black dreams.

, he was thinking, what is the meaning of working outside the wall?"

There are two worlds inside the wall and outside the wall. People die every day outside the wall. The people inside the wall actually live a life that Jiang Ping cannot understand.

He is like a screw, a part in the wall, he is like the railing on the roadside, there is no difference.

Humanize people, humanize things.

The mechanical puppies raised by rich people are more valuable than Jiang Ping.

What is the meaning of being outside the wall? They built high walls just to protect this world?

Human beings have even given up on taking back the land. In their exploration of the future, they have simply abandoned their bodies and survived with a pure consciousness.

Are people like Jiang Ping heroes?

The last line of defense for mankind is the wall. Jiang Ping is the guardian of the wall, and he is destined to die for it.

He could die for humanity, but he couldn't figure out what exactly he wanted to protect?

Jiang Ping cannot blend into the crowd. When he is on vacation, he will only fall into the virtual world. After abandoning reality, he will gain short-term happiness.

But after returning to reality, the pain will be doubled. He wrote this sentence on the note: I really want to die.

I really want to die, I really want the world to be destroyed.

"Then he entered the polluted area. He wanted to escape at first, but then he stopped thinking about it. He cursed the world to be polluted. At this time he met me."

"I said I can live for him, I can help him complete his work. Human beings feel lonely, but a bug does not."

"He voluntarily gave his body to me."

At the last moment, Jiang Ping handed over his body, along with his body and his social identity, into the hands of a bug.

Jiang Ping fantasized about his own death, and the worst ending he imagined was for him to die alone in a narrow house without being discovered.

Jiang Ping was glad that he died outside the wall, in a deserted village with fresh air. He could raise his hand to touch the soft grass and smell the natural breath.

He died peacefully.

Now the insect uses Jiang Ping's face to speak to Zhu Ning, as if Jiang Ping is not dead, but is still alive in the world in another form.

It tilted its head and asked, "Do you feel tired?"

Are you tired? Does Zhu Ning feel tired?

On a mission, they were trapped in a contaminated area, surrounded by clean-up workers. They were abandoned by the cleaning center and abandoned by humans.

No one will come to rescue them. Unlike the Mechanical Aquarium, without Prometheus, they can't even write their last words.

They will be forgotten here forever, Zhu Ning will be parasitized, and the corpses of other liquidators will probably be hung on the big locust tree.

What Jiang Ping experienced before his death is now Zhu Ning's turn.

This insect actually gave her a chance. It was not aloof or arrogant like humans. It spoke with people on an equal footing.

Even now, there is a hint of pity in its expression.

Its evolution speed is too fast, and it has jumped beyond the category of ordinary people. Because it has no human bonds, it does not look like a human being.

More like God.

Zhu Ning had a very strange feeling at that moment. This insect was the creature closest to God in the wasteland world.

It has no desires and is free from human society. It only experiences in society, like a spokesperson of nature.

For nature, are humans the source of pollution? Is it the general trend that these bugs invade humans and replace human survival?

Is this what Sheng Xin and Jiang Ping were close to before they died? They were on the verge of life and death, and this insect soothed their hearts, so Jiang Ping was willing to hand over his body to it.

You always feel that such a person will live a wonderful life. He will not lead a messy life like you and always mess up things. He will be able to complete the social interactions you hate and complete your boring work with ease.

It might be worth living more than you are.

It stretched out its hand to Zhu Ning. Because it was holding Jiang Ping's face, this move did not look disgusting. Instead, it revealed a shyness, as if it was embarrassed to do this move.

Its hand was placed on Zhu Ning's neck, caressing Zhu Ning's collarbone, then went around the back of the neck and touched the edge of the buckle.

A click——

It unhooked Zhu Ning's helmet, and Zhu Ning felt the air pouring in. It was not the air filtered by the helmet, but fresh and natural air.

It was strange that the village had been burned to rubble, but the air was actually clean, and she didn't even smell the stink.

She instinctively squinted her eyes because of the breeze. This was her first time breathing outside the wall without a helmet. This was a polluted area.

The insect leaned down, its face close to Zhu Ning's, like the closest person in the world.

The bugs in front of him were condensing and growing, Jiang Ping's facial features gradually melted away, and another person emerged from the wriggling flesh.

Now it looks exactly like Zhu Ning.
To be continued...
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