Chapter 712 My PDA has turned into a girl's corpse, what should I do?
Hao Ren looked down at the blond girl in his arms. The cold body showed no response. He shook her body slightly, and the latter's hanging arms swayed feebly in the air. Hao Ren sighed.
Tone: "...still won't move."
Even Nolan, who always maintained a dull look, seemed unable to accept this scene. She walked over, lowered her head and said softly: "I understand your feelings, but she is really dead. Bury her properly. This is how I treat you."
It's good for her. If you keep doing this, you will become more and more crazy."
Hao Ren was so anxious that he almost shed tears, but it would be a big mess if he really shed tears. In this case, he couldn't tell others, "Because my tablet is possessed by this girl, I have to follow this girl."
Holding her like a necrophiliac." If he really wanted to say this, he would be regarded as an overstimulated madman, so he could only cry with a sad face: "Don't persuade me, I really can't put this guy down...
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The data terminal was still chattering in his mind: "I let you use this machine as a brick and throw it around, this is retribution!"
In this current situation, no matter what Hao Ren said, it was impossible to clear up the misunderstanding. Nolan looked at him with sympathy and pity: "You... forget it, Ulanov, just bear with it.
, I will ask the 'doctor' to go to your side later to at least deal with this... girl."
Hao Ren estimated that the other party was talking about embalming or something like that, but he felt that this topic was too damn weird now, so he didn't get involved. He followed the dejected Ulanov and left, not far away.
I heard the conversation between Nolan and another mercenary. The mercenary obviously didn't understand Nolan's decision: "Boss, do you really want him to stay with us with a corpse?"
Nolan's voice was weak: "He won't stay here for long, I can see that he will leave."
The mercenary did not give up: "But... boss, you may not like to hear what I have to say. I have never seen anything so weird in my life..."
"That's enough," Nolan interrupted his subordinates, "You haven't seen it. I have seen it, and I have seen someone crazier than him. He has become like this. Let him paralyze himself like this for the time being.
In this world, being able to dream is also a kind of luck."
Hao Ren held the data terminal and walked one step at a time, with tears deep in his heart. He knew very well what image he already had in the eyes of outsiders: a lunatic, paranoid, schizophrenic, and a lover in the face of love tragedy.
Necrophilia...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pay tribute to Ulanov next to him: "Seriously, you are such a man."
To be able to accept a corpse being placed next to him, this helmeted man's heart is truly unusually broad.
Unexpectedly, Ulanov nodded in admiration to Hao Ren: "You are the one. I didn't expect that there could be a man like you in this world. You are the real man... She must have been very happy during her lifetime, right?"
Hao Ren's face was distorted like an abstract painting. He almost gritted his molars and said to Ulanov: "Let me tell you a story..."
Ulanov didn't know why: "You said."
"I had a tablet that was funny and annoying in the extreme, but one day it suddenly had a short circuit in one of its wires and its consciousness possessed a blond girl, and I didn't even know this blond girl, and now
I'm running around carrying this dead guy. You think I'm crazy, paranoid, schizophrenic, and necrophiliac, but in fact... Hey, don't leave!"
Facts have proved that this matter cannot be explained clearly.
Ulanov led Hao Ren to the dormitory assigned to him. It was a small silver-gray room made of metal. Almost all the buildings in the entire barracks were built with this mass-produced "iron box", which was monotonous.
It's depressing, but it's more than a little better than the iron shacks in the black street slums. The small room is simply furnished, with only a simple bed that can be folded into the wall and a set of tables and chairs that can be folded into the ground.
On the table were placed some belongings of the previous owner of the room, and in the corner of the room was a small box. There was nothing else.
It seems that the furniture in the entire room can be folded into the four walls. This is something like a shelter building or an alien habitat. It was probably not designed as a barracks for ground troops: for ordinary rooms, these
The folding part seems unnecessary.
Ulanov noticed Hao Ren's curious gaze. He sighed beside him: "These 'grey boxes' were dug out from the old Yatu space base. Originally, they were supposed to be launched to the Tumu planet and became
The first alien colonial city built by humans, but after the war everything was destroyed, including the space base and those naive scientists... Now only this gray box is left, and it is full of people who will never see the stars again for the rest of their lives.
The poor bastards."
Ulanov said, subconsciously touching his smooth black faceplate, and then waved his hand: "You go ahead and do your work, I'll be next door."
After Ulanov left, Hao Ren threw the data terminal that turned into a girl (dead version) on the bed and looked around the room to see if there was anything suspicious, but found nothing. He once lived in
Heaton here seems to be a person who attaches great importance to neatness. The room is kept spotless and everything is neatly placed. It is difficult to imagine that a vulgar mercenary once lived in this room.
Hao Ren came to the metal-cast folding table and saw an old diary on the table, so he picked it up.
Nolan didn't seem worried that an outsider would steal the secrets of the mercenary unit, or that there couldn't be any secrets in Heaton's room. In short, she didn't send anyone to clear out the relics in this room in advance. Hao Ren could just do that.
Take this to see what message the rebellious mercenary left behind in this world.
But the diary contains boring content, recording the monotonous and boring daily life of a rigid, regimented mercenary. The records in the diary are also intermittent, and the writing is crooked. It looks like a rough man who never likes to write a diary.
He reluctantly left a written record. Hao Ren couldn't help but think of what Ulanov said: Heaton grew up in a slum and seemed to have a low cultural level.
The data terminal sensed Hao Ren's current actions through the mental connection. It was puzzled: "Why are you so interested in a rebellious mercenary?"
"It's just boring," Hao Ren quickly flipped through the diary, quickly turning to the first few pages, "I want to know more about the world..."
The beginning of the diary states a certain year, a certain month and a certain day. Nolan suggested that the owner of the diary develop the habit of writing a diary, so that he can leave some memories of his existence in this world. This is the beginning of the entire diary.
"This Heaton seemed to be a loyal guy a long time ago," Hao Ren frowned, "He started keeping a diary at Nolan's suggestion. He was a rough guy who never went to school and didn't like this kind of thing.
It’s a literary thing, but because of Nolan’s words, he insisted on writing a diary for a year.”
"But they rebelled in the end," the data terminal muttered in his mind, "Many carbon-based organisms are fickle."
Hao Ren didn't say anything, but quickly turned to the last few articles in the diary. He saw some inexplicable crazy words at the end of the diary. The mercenary named Heaton mentioned crazy and crazy dreams, which were endless.
He seems to be convinced that he is trapped in a huge scam, and the center of the scam is Nolan, the leader of the "Grey Fox". The text in these parts has been confused to a certain extent, and even the grammar is unclear.
It is no longer smooth and it is very laborious to read.
In the last few paragraphs of his diary, Heaton wrote in a nervous tone:
...It's all a scam, it's all fake. The whole world, most of my life, is all fake! This world is definitely not like this, something is wrong... I want to wake myself up, just like waking up from bed
Come, but I have to find a way... Maybe Nolan is the key. She seems to know the situation in the real world, so she must be the key! I don't have much time...
This was the last message left by the mercenary Heaton before his rebellion.
Hao Ren looked baffled. He thought of the eldest son or the brain monster interfering with the human spirit. However, Heaton's situation did not seem to be like this. And if it was really the guardian who affected Heaton's spirit and caused him to rebel, then the affected people would definitely
He shouldn't be the only one, all the mercenaries who are with him should be 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. Anyway, it looked like it could be used to look up information.
"Terminal, help intervene in it..." Hao Rengang wanted to ask the data terminal to help invade the database of this device as usual, but he looked up and saw the body of the girl lying on the bed, and he was immediately discouraged, "Damn it, he slipped up at the critical moment.