Chapter 953

"Dear passengers, please note that you have reached the first floor. Please check your belongings and get off in order. Thank you for taking this train. I look forward to seeing you again next time..."

As the shuttle slows down, the passengers on board finally arrive at the destination of the trip.

Zhang Heng untied his seat belt when the car module was removed and placed in the arrival area, and walked out of the station with the flow of people.

He noticed that the atmosphere on the first floor was very different from that when he came last night. Although he was still in a daze, there were a lot of riot police on the street, which was rare in the almost anarchic space on the first floor.

The appearance of these policemen is obviously related to Zhang Heng's fighting with those mobs.

After all, dozens of people died, and it's a big thing to put them on any floor. However, it seems that Miss F's promise to help Zhang Heng deal with this matter is not a empty word. At least after Zhang Heng's appearance, the riot police didn't respond, so they watched him walk past.

Zhang Heng walked to the meeting place.

There is a community, but different from the third floor community, the only access control system is broken, and there is no camera installed. Zhang Heng directly took the elevator to the 22nd floor and knocked on the door of 2204.

After a while, the electronic lock on the door was opened, and miss F's voice came from inside, "come in, close the door."

"Well." Zhang Heng came into the room.

Different from what he imagined, this is not the secret base on the second floor of the cinema, but a real residence. Although the furniture and furnishings here are not as good as Xu Qian's apartment, the wall ornaments and various furnishings in the house all show that there are people living here.

In addition, Zhang Heng also saw a little girl, about three or four years old, playing with a toy duck on the carpet in the living room.

Zhang Heng tried to say hello to the little girl, but the other side just looked up at him, didn't speak, and went down to play with his duck.

Zhang Heng sat down on the sofa opposite her. After about five minutes, Miss F's voice came out from the kitchen again, "help me clear the table."

"All right." Zhang Heng got up and cleaned up the books and papers on the dining table.

And then miss f came with two plates of fried vegetables.

"I'm usually a vegetarian at night, but I know you're coming. I've fried a plate of shredded pork with green peppers for you tonight. It's in the kitchen and you can serve it out."

"Thank you." Zhang Hengdao then looked at the little girl on the carpet, "she belongs to you and Mr. g..."

"No, she's just the child of a friend of mine. She's here for the time being," said Miss F. "her mother will be off work soon and pick her up."

"Oh." Zhang Heng then went into the kitchen and took out the plate of shredded pork with green pepper and two bowls of rice.

On the other side, Miss f also served porridge, took chopsticks and spoons, and asked the little girl on the carpet to play in the next room.

Waiting for them to sit down at the table, Zhang Heng again handed the gift he had just bought to miss f on the opposite side, and said, "I didn't expect you to let me come to your house."

"Why do you say that?" Miss f took the gift and found that it was a box of chocolates. When she saw the brand of chocolates, her hand obviously stopped.

"Because once I go back to the security company, this memory is likely to be seen to cause you trouble." Zhang Heng said, "thank you for the movie you showed me. The part about social surrealism in it is impressive. Oh, and the hamster you sent me. I didn't understand what it represented until I got home."

"It's impossible," Ms. f frowned. "It's never easy to doubt one's existence. Even the best philosophers can't realize their identity so quickly. What's more, you accept it so quickly that you don't seem to have any doubt at all."

"Well, it's probably because recently I happened to be thinking about who I am." Zhang Hengdao.

"Do you have an answer now?"

"No, but at least I know I'm a clone."

"Well, because of the memory encoder, the memories of the cloned human beings are all forged," Ms. f said, holding a green vegetable to Zhang Heng with chopsticks. "You need a little time to adapt to your new identity, to think about who you are, why you live and how you want to live."

"You are right, but before that, I have something urgent to do," Zhang Heng said, pointing to his head. "I have to take out the locator under the cerebral cortex."

"Is that why you came to me?" Miss f seems to be a little curious, "how do you know I can help you?"

"Because I know who you are." Zhang Heng said, "if there is one person in the world who can solve my troubles, it is you. You have suffered the same things as me. The outside world thinks you are dead, but you are still sitting opposite me. I just don't know whether to call you miss f or Tang?"Miss F's pupils suddenly shrank, but soon returned to normal. If Zhang Heng hadn't been looking at her eyes, she couldn't even catch her fleeting emotional change.

Then miss f said calmly, "Tang has died, or more accurately, she has never existed. She is just an idol created to meet the entertainment needs of the public. She has no relatives, no friends, no thoughts of her own, no precious memories that really belong to her, just a Empty, beautiful toys. "

"But now that you have it," Zhang Heng said, "I don't mean to come to you. I just want to know how you took the locator out of your head?"

"Sorry, I can't help you take out the locator." Miss f shook her head.

"Well?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.

"Because I was also saved, and you've seen the person who saved me."

"Mr. G?"

"Yes, so if you want to remove the locator from your head, you can only ask him for help. As far as I know, he is the only one who can remove the locator from your head in the whole new Shanghai 0297."

"Then what will I pay for Wait, is it one of the conditions that he helped you when you married him? "

"You misunderstand me. The reason why I want to marry him is because I want to marry him. Mr. g did not force me. Otherwise, we would not be engaged until now." Miss f stroked the engagement ring on her hand and said, "but you should know that even if it is him, the risk of helping you will be great. He may make some requests to you, but don't worry, I will also help you speak."

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