Chapter 280

The first thing Zhao Pengcheng did after he got out of prison was to go to Liuying lane.

Liuying lane is not as lively as before. The pavement along the street looked dilapidated. The doors of many shops were broken, and the signboards on the heads of the doors were covered with dust. There are few pedestrians on the street, and the garbage all over the street is not cleaned. Only the row of old willows is still swaying in the wind as in the past, not moved by human changes.

In the years of human struggle with parasitic consciousness, people have been dying because of gray brain virus. Although some medical organizations have developed viral vaccines, the promotion of vaccines has encountered difficulties. Parasitic consciousness controls most of the resources in society. All ideals are nonsense in front of money and power.

The United Nations Space Management Committee and the dream society, an organization of parasitic consciousness, held peace talks to recognize the legitimacy of alien consciousness. Anyway, they inherited human memory. As far as human individuals are concerned, there is no difference between the person who was parasitic and the person who was not parasitic, except that it may cause disharmony in the bed life of husband and wife.

The dream society also agreed with earth scientists, recognized the rationality of the method of human race continuation, guaranteed that it would not destroy the existing achievements of human civilization, and continued human civilization as far as possible.

In fact, these so-called inter ethnic agreements are nonsense. Not to mention scientists, even ordinary people know that those parasitic consciousness can not abide by this agreement. In a few hundred years, maybe only a few decades, there will be no human beings on the earth. When the resources are exhausted, they will leave the earth. At that time, even the human body can't be preserved.

A small number of scientists led by Mei Xu are still fighting. They have established underground resistance organizations and hid. Now the United Nations and governments are searching everywhere for members of these underground organizations.

Zhao Pengcheng walked along Liuying lane for a while, feeling the comfortable feeling of the turn of spring and summer and the warm wind blowing on his face. You can never smell such comfortable air in prison.

Over the past ten years, his spiritual strength has improved a lot, so strong that he can't believe it. He wanted to compete with Aoki again to see if he was still vulnerable.

In the dream, the full blow of gathering spiritual power with a scalpel is still in front of him, but his memory of Aoki's power is quite vague, but he can't forget his special image so far.

Zhao Pengcheng stopped and looked at the address carefully.

In front of us is a three room wide pavement. The original exquisite decoration on the outer wall gradually erodes and falls off in the wind and rain, but the mottled marks make it look more artistic. The signboard on the door is incomplete, but you can still see the big words "Ruhua bar".

A huge hornet's nest hung under the eaves of the window on the second floor, and some wasps just awakened by the warm wind flew around in front of the window. The glass was gray, and traces of pasted words could be seen faintly. Zhao Pengcheng carefully identified it for a while and only recognized the words "dog" and "name".

Zhao Pengcheng went to the gate and tried to pat the door.

The banging sound was like knocking on a broken Gong. There was no response in the door. I just didn't know where to drop a lot of ash on Zhao Pengcheng's head, which made his gray hair even whiter when he was in prison.

The bar seems to have been closed for years.

Zhao Pengcheng took out his mobile phone, opened the memo and checked the door number again. There's nothing wrong with the number. It's really here. He wondered whether the information given by the organization was wrong.

The footsteps sounded. A middle-aged woman in her thirties came along the street. She was wearing a dark gray sports sweater and short spiritual hair. Zhao Pengcheng almost thought she was a man if she didn't have a women's bag and a net bag in her hand.

The woman stopped at the door of the bar, looked up and down at Zhao Pengcheng, looked at the palm print on the door and asked, "who are you looking for?"

Zhao Pengcheng seemed to see hope and said, "I'm looking for Aoki."

"Who are you and why are you looking for him?" the woman looked alert.

Zhao Pengcheng said, "I... am his friend. Come and see him."

The woman looked at Zhao Pengcheng and seemed to be looking for flaws. After a long time, she turned and walked towards the small lane next to her and said, "come with me."

Zhao Pengcheng determined that the woman knew Aoki, so he followed him and asked tentatively, "are you...?"

"A lifetime flower." the woman has no impatience, but her voice is full of indifference, as if she doesn't care about anything.

Zhao Pengcheng followed the woman to the path behind the house. The bluestone slab on the road looks old. There were several pots of succulent plants on the steps at the back door. He bent down to remove a pot of star beauty all his life. He did not avoid the existence of Zhao Pengcheng. He took a key from the bottom of the basin and opened the back door.

Zhao Pengcheng didn't ask, but he didn't talk all his life. Zhao Pengcheng had to follow quietly. He watched the flowers of his life go into the kitchen and put the vegetables and fruits in different categories. Some were put in the refrigerator and some were soaked in the water with disinfectant. Then he took the towel and washbasin, carried the hot kettle and went upstairs.

Zhao Pengcheng followed him upstairs. The aisle on the second floor is full of miscellaneous things. There is a row of old chairs near the window, just like those waiting in the hospital. They are very old, but they are clean. It can be seen that they are often cleaned.

A few steps down the aisle, you can see a door with a sign of "Shenwu studio" on the head and couplets on both sides:

Only Aoki,

Can habitat God black.

The couplet is written on red paper with a brush. The color has faded very light. It should have been pasted a long time ago.

The room in the door was not big, square, and all kinds of books were neatly placed on the shelves against the wall. There is a desk in the middle and a sofa and tea table on the left. There are many magazines on the table, on the sofa and on the ground.

As a surgeon who is too busy to tidy up but has to read many professional journals every day, Zhao Pengcheng once lost magazines all over the floor, so he saw at a glance that those magazines were not natural at all. Someone deliberately placed them like this, and the magazines are very new. Several of them were just published this month. It was totally inconsistent with what he saw when he entered the door.

He guessed that the woman in front of him did it deliberately to commemorate something, probably because of some human emotion.

When he saw the couplet at the door, Zhao Pengcheng was able to make sure he had found the right place. This is Aoki's former studio.

There was also a door in the studio. The flower didn't use the key all his life. Just pushed it gently and the door opened.

The room is very simple and has little decoration. There are four white walls and a bed in the middle. There is a small cabinet at the head of the bed with a desk lamp on it. On the other side is a bird shelf with a black crow on it.

To Zhao Pengcheng's surprise, the room was too clean, almost without a trace of dust. As a surgeon, he is very sensitive to the dust-free environment, and this room seems to be cleaner than the operating room of the hospital.

Of course, what attracts Zhao Pengcheng's full attention at the moment is Aoki lying in bed.

Aoki is still wearing the same clothes - a close fitting cotton T-shirt inside, an old gray windbreaker outside, cut mesh flared pants, and a pull board are neatly placed in front of the bed.

His hair was still so messy, and his face looked a little white, but not pale, but as warm and white as white jade.

When they came to the bed, the crow on the bird shelf was still motionless.

Zhao Pengcheng found that the crow was not alive. It should be a specimen, but it was too exquisite to see the trace of the specimen.

When he looked back at the green wood on the bed, he had an illusion, as if the man was no longer a living man, but a living specimen.