Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 263: Hero

Me, Mae, and Dorothy entered the same room in unison.

Although the outer doors are arranged quite tightly, the space inside the doors violates the structure and is spacious. It is like a luxury suite in a five-star hotel with all kinds of facilities, but even if there is a TV, it can’t be closed when opened. Whenever there is any signal, the computer cannot connect to the network, and all the devices that communicate with the outside world cannot receive the signal.

"This ghost place." Dorothy complainedly kicked the chair away and fell on the bed with her arms spread out. "Gao Chuan, have you been in the internet for less than two months?"

Replied, and asked Zhenjiang to sit aside and search on the computer hard drive. However, although the hard drive had a large capacity, there was nothing useful about Ranwen Novel.com.

Doroth asked only such a sentence, and she didn't speak again. I turned my head and looked at her. She was lying quietly on the bed, breathing slightly, as if she had fallen asleep. In my boredom, I also imagined what a mountainous area looks like in this data hedge space. The data hedge space in the tomb area forms a moat and gully in the section of the mountain road near the town area, while the hilltop apartment is a dead background that is impassable. Nevertheless, there is still a way to connect these two seemingly impassable areas.

It is a strange door that enters the data hedge space on the top of the mountain, and there is a strange bus stop on the way near the foot of the mountain. At that time, I encountered several innocent people who broke in intentionally or unintentionally at the bus station. Judging from what they had declared at the time, it should be based on the data hedging space in the dock area.

Not for a special purpose, but I still feel sorry that Ranwen.com has not seen the "stations" set up in the data hedging space of the dock area with my own eyes.

Thinking about it for a while, I remembered Marceau's Cocoon, which was taken away by the people in the Black Nest. Marceau's body has undergone a special modification. Although it has brought her out of the data hedge space on the top of the mountain, she has no idea about her state at this time. Although the time is short, I am not sure what the Black Nest people can analyze from her, but I think it is better to ask before leaving.

When I thought that I would not see her again for a long time, I couldn't sit still anymore and walked to the dining table and rang the bell.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door.

"Room service." The man outside said, it was a young female voice.

I walked quickly to the door and glanced inward as I passed the bedroom. Dorothy was not moving, and seemed to be asleep. I don’t know why the feeling of caring arises. After all, I didn’t do anything bad by Ranwen. Bar.

Although the emotions aroused by those words can be suppressed until they are ignored, the volatility it brings has not disappeared. This is from the heavy atmosphere that has not disappeared before entering the room. It can be seen.

I originally thought I could ignore these. After all, my personal needs and perceptions are not too opposed to the style of Netball, but now I am not sure of my own thoughts.

Leaving the Netball to join the Black Nest? It doesn't seem to be something awkward to resist. Although the Internet ball with a large number of social resources and government support can give members considerable benefits, and is very convenient in many times, it is more free on the black nest side, and there are many people who are familiar with and care about it. here. If I propose to stay in this data hedging space, the classmates will definitely welcome them, and Sakiya will also be happy. Although both parents are placed in the cyberball, the black nest is able to dig in the cyberball and the truth of the doomsday. People must also have a set of proper and safe methods, so there is no need to worry about this.

When I came back to my senses, I had been standing at the door for a while. I suddenly realized that I had started to think about these issues. Obviously, the impact of the students' words was stronger than I felt.

I don't know what other people think, but I start to hesitate about whether to open the door. Although the classmates of the line said that the conversation with the server will not be known to others, will the act of ringing the bell itself be noticed by them? If they are spotted, what kind of impression will they leave on them? Sure enough, in this sensitive period, staying in the room is the better choice.

Contradictory thoughts that continue to surface are entangled in my mind, and finally, the concern for Marceau prevails. I opened the door, and it was indeed a young waitress standing outside. Although I hesitated during the period and spent a lot of time, she did not seem to be impatient. I leaned half of my body out of the door and looked around, feeling a little bit of a sibling, but found that all the doorways that were originally listed on both sides and opposite were gone. The long corridor that was originally invisible to the end was just a short distance away. Was blocked by a wall.

The seemingly endless dormitory area, now only my room is left.

It was a bit surprised at first, but when I think that the composition of this data hedge space has been completely controlled by the black nest, it is not surprising that this can be done.

However, I still sighed to myself: "It's amazing."

The waitress seems to have not heard of Ranwen Novel. From the beginning of the meeting, she was expressionless, and the upright posture, and the feeling of herself, was like a simulation A very high degree of dolls.

"Come in, please." I said to her.

The waitress bowed forward with an action that can only be described with precision and bluntness, and stepped into the room at a measured pace.

I closed the door, took her back to the living room, and then asked her if she had something to drink. She coldly refused. Even if I let her sit down and sit down at the dining table, she didn’t have the slightest bit of information. Action, just standing not far in front of me in such a quiet and lack of enthusiasm, staring straight at me.

Apart from dressing up, she doesn't look like a waiter at all, and she even feels uncomfortable.

I was stared at by her and almost got goose bumps on my skin. Although you want to be kind, but since the other party doesn't eat this set, then you don't have to be so polite.

"I don't know if you understand it, but there is a friend mentioned in my agreement with you. I hope to meet with the Prophet of Sex and learn about that friend's current situation." I don't know her. Know how much, so I used vague words.

However, the waitress did not hesitate at Ranwen.com, and replied in a cold and blunt tone: "Understood, please wait a moment." Then she stood upright again and no Ranwen.com moved.

I don't know if other people will meet such a waitress when they call someone. Her attitude is enough to make people immediately dispel the idea of ​​changing the door.

After a while, I still don’t know how she talked to the outside world. In short, she brought the news I expected.

"My Lord Prophet is waiting for you outside the door." After that, she immediately walked towards the door, making people think that she didn't want to stay here for even a second. Should it be resolute, or not friendly enough?

But just like she said, the classmates of the color are already standing outside the door, and in that moment, she has changed her dress, put on a one-piece tights, and only put on a sports jacket. . Although the tights can give a little reverie, they are long-sleeved, the trousers almost cover the knees, the neck is also covered, and there is very little skin exposed.

However, in terms of style and style, this tights gives people a near-futuristic feeling. It is reminiscent of the same futuristic hall, but it is very unified and harmonious.

"I want to see Marceau?" She said straightforwardly, with a smile on her face, "It's a pity, I thought you would propose to join us. Sure enough, can't the inertia of history be violated?"

"What are you talking about?" I was puzzled by her last statement, but calmly replied, "Why should I join you? It's not my style to stay in this dark place like a mouse."

"But everyone you know is here, and more people will come here in the future." She said confidently.

"They and I can't be confused." I said flatly.

It is true that joining the Black Nest is not unacceptable, but for the moment, this idea is just a seed, and there is no rooting in Ranwen Novel Network. For me, staying in the cybersphere is more in the interest of future actions. In this sensitive period, you cannot take too risky actions. Moreover, since I have joined an organization, rebellion is the most undesirable behavior without Ranwen.com. , This is another experience I have gained in school life.

"It doesn't matter, the situation will be different the next time you meet again. Now you will choose this way. It is also historically inevitable." The classmate Shise said as if she was a future person, or predicted accurately. My future is the same, it is puzzling, ridiculous, and a little uncomfortable, but when I want to ridicule, there are too many complicated emotions and thoughts in my mind, but I can't say a word.

Since a long while, the classmate of Seishi kept observing my face. Her eyes were not sharp, but she seemed to be able to see through all my thoughts, but she did not care at all.

"Come on, I'll take you to see Marceau. She misses you very much, but she can’t let go. But you can rest assured that she is treated very well with us. Her current position is very special. This data hedges Her help is indispensable for the stability and execution of the space."

"Location? Is she awake?" I was surprised by this answer. I thought that even if the people in the Black Nest can solve Marceau's physical problems, it will take a lot of time, and even a little price and other two things. Communicate with the forces of a data hedging space.

"Yes, the more detailed explanation involves confidentiality, so please go and meet the previous person with your own eyes."

Speaking this way, the classmate Shise nodded to the waitress. The waitress bowed in return, and there were firefly-like light spots around her body. The body was wrapped in these light spots and disappeared as if melted in the air. The classmate Xi Se stretched out his hand and drew a straight line on the opposite wall. A gap appeared on the wall immediately and spread around in the blink of an eye, finally revealing a door. The classmate turned the handle and pushed the door open, and a computer room-like space appeared in front of me.

This room is only about sixty square meters, but it is ten meters high, like a closet. There are countless translucent tubes in the room. The smallest is the size of a child's arm. Light green liquid shuttles through it, and floating bubbles can be seen in some places. In my ears, the room only left the sound of liquid flowing and the sound of bubbles emerging, which seemed extremely empty. However, my gaze was immediately drawn to the center of the floor, where there was a circular light pattern that looked like a magic circle, and at the center of the circle was a human figure with only half of the body exposed to the ground.

The appearance of the female body is the outline of a female body, but it cannot be called a human body, because the body is not organic flesh and blood, but showing the luster of inorganic matter. The silver-white body is not metal or plastic, but I am very familiar with it. Of the substance.

"Structure." I said to myself.

Yes, this kind of texture is exactly the same as the structural garbage that once existed in the tumor area of ​​the hilltop data hedge space, but the "non-human" in front of you is not garbage, but the same as the appearance, and it has the same power. The security agent body of strength.

Marceau's thinking body finally merged with the body that was modulated into a security agent body. This is how Marceau looked when I was finally brought back. The only difference is that her appearance is a bit softer than it was at the beginning. I think this is due to the smooth, silver and streamlined female body.

I quickly confirmed Marceau's identity from the facial features. Only the upper body appeared on the floor. She didn't know whether the lower body was under the floor or the part below the waist was integrated with the floor. Only half of her arm can be seen from this direction. The part below the elbow is hidden in layers of pipes. These pipes seem to be connected to her back and even the back of her head. Some of the pipes even act as her. s head.

She lowered her head as if she was asleep.

I can't describe the shock she caused at this time, and she has only seen such a posture in science fiction works.

Induced the arrival, the silver-white female body raised her head. I seemed to see her facial features have changed, as if she was smiling, but when I looked closely, it was still just a cold and rigid line, like a statue.

Before I recovered, she broke the silence first.

"I don't know what kind of expression I should use to face you at this time." Her first sentence said that, unlike her appearance, the tone and rhythm are somewhat mechanical and inorganic, but full of The spirituality and gentleness of life.

"Am I doing something wrong?" I just asked.

"There is no Ranwen Novel Network."

"Have I failed?"

"There is no Ranwen Novel Network."

"Do you regret this result?"

She answered immediately without Ranwen Novel. After a long silence, she returned:

"Maybe."

"For you, is it a misfortune to live like this?"

"No." She said: "Compared to death, I can accept this kind of life."

"Even if it's not human anymore?"

"Even if it is no longer human."

"So..." I asked the question I most want to know: "Can you feel happy?"

"Yes." Marceau answered me without hesitation: "I did not lose everything. My existence is necessary. You saved me, Mr. Crow, to be able to see you again, I I feel very happy. Although I don’t want you to see yourself like this, this may be the last restraint of being a woman. It’s really sad, Mr. Crow, my body can no longer pay you the reward you promised. Up."

I don’t care about the reward at all. If this is where Marceau regrets, I don’t care at all. Marceau did not resent me from Ranwen.com. She thought that I had fulfilled my promise. This admission made me feel sad or joyful tears.

My efforts, injuries and battles are not completely without the value of Ranwen Novel.com.

"Do you still think I am a hero even if I become this way?" I choked up and asked.

"Yes." Marceau said, "You are the real hero, and belong to me."

"Me, can I still see you?"

"I hope you can come, if you don't mind who I am now."

"Then, just smile." I said, "If everything I have done is right, if I have fulfilled my promise, if I have ever been a hero, please smile at me. "

I stared at Marceau closely, and her statue-like lips seemed to show a slight curve in my gradually moistened eye sockets.

"Thank you, thank you..." I hid my face and wiped the corners of my eyes with my sleeve desperately, but the choking and tears in my throat couldn't stop.

"I heard that you are leaving, are you?" Marceau asked slowly.

"Yes, I'm here this time, I just want to see you for the last time." I sobbed and replied: "It's great to be able to see you again."

"Can't you not leave?"

"Sorry..."

"Don't apologize." She was silent for a while, her silver eyes didn't burn the net-eye pupils, but they made me feel that she was staring at me, "Before you leave, can you tell me your real name?" Mr. Crow."

"Yeah" I nodded vigorously~IndoMTL.com~ I felt it was too embarrassing to cry, so I forced a smile, "My name is Gaochuan."

"Gaochuan? I remembered." Marceau said, "I will never forget."

"Then, goodbye, Marceau. May all disasters be over when we meet again."

"Goodbye, Gaochuan, we will definitely meet again."

In front of me, the door gradually closed, and Marceau's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

"Wish you good luck and prosperity..." After the last blessing came from the crack of the door, the door closed completely and disappeared into the wall.

Standing quietly in front of the wall, I wiped my face vigorously for a while, turned my head and asked the classmate, "When will the passage be ready?"

"Preparation is complete." The color classmate replied sternly.

"Then, come out.". ..