Chapter 286

When Zhao Pengcheng woke up, he found himself still in the interview room of the prison. His body was as it was when he was young again, with heavy and cold shackles on his feet. He and Aoki face to face across the table. No one spoke. The prison guard next to him was looking at them with a strange look..

This should be... A scene more than 30 years ago?!

He was puzzled. Was it a dream that he had just experienced such a long life?

No, it's not the same as the dreams of the past. Many things in the dream did not exist in his memory, and many deduction in the dream exceeded the ability of a conscious individual. The subconscious could not create such a dream.

Or this is a real experience. The moment Aoki fled the zero dimensional corridor, time and space twisted and pulled him back to the past. But if time goes back, the physical structure of the brain will go back to the past, and everything that happened later will not be stored in his brain memory; Or he is in someone else's dream, but this dream is so big, whose spiritual power can support such a huge dream?

Zhao Pengcheng looked at the green wood opposite his eyes.

impossible! Even if the strength of Aoki is strong, it is impossible to create such a dream. In his memory of that long life, there were many secrets that others did not know. Aoki should not know Ronald Cohen, let alone meet other comrades in the organization. And the evolution of the organization in the future, Ronald's reincarnation, and the appearance of the hospital and morgue are so real.

Zhao Pengcheng felt a deep fear. This fear does not come from a certain emotion or instinct of human beings, but from his conscious noumenon.

He didn't know why. He was carefree before parasitism. Like his companions (now called comrades), he has no memory, no feeling, just like a piece of white paper, nothing. They only listen to the call of the ethnic group to find parasites and let the race continue better.

They consider themselves the highest life in the universe - that is, the existence of only spirit. Those lower creatures just provide them with a material residence for their better evolution and continuation. Like ants and wasps, they can sacrifice themselves for the whole race without hesitation. If they leave the ethnic group, they lose the meaning of survival.

However, when he parasitized on humans on this planet, he experienced so many complex emotions. Experienced the conflict between groups and individuals, experienced the joys and sorrows, and even realized life and death in the long life that I just experienced, I don't know whether it is a dream or reality. The taste of life and death was unimaginable in their race in the past.

"I'm poisoned!" said Zhao Pengcheng.

What he said about poisoning certainly does not mean that he drank chicken soup with lifelong flowers more than 20 years ago (or more than 10 years later), but that now he has infected all the things that they once thought were negative.

"No, I should say - you're awake!" said Aoki opposite.

"Wake up?" Zhao Pengcheng looked at Aoki, "maybe. You -- who are you?"

"I am Aoki."

"No, you're not human! Oh, no, I mean, I don't believe you're an ordinary human."

"To tell you the truth, I don't know who I am, but I'm not going to look at myself as a person." Aoki said, "to some extent, we are similar, but I'm a little better than you. I know I'm Aoki, but who are you?"

"Me?" Zhao Pengcheng thought, "I..."

He wanted to say "I'm Zhao Pengcheng", but suddenly found that this was not exactly the same answer as "I'm Aoki". Aoki is Aoki, no doubt. And what about him? Is that Zhao Pengcheng? I don't think so. He represents the interests of a non-human race, and he doesn't know what these interests are. isn't it? But he occupies Zhao Pengcheng's body. All people who know him think he is Zhao Pengcheng.

"Who am I?"

Zhao Pengcheng moved his body, which was a little numb because of sitting for a long time, and the shackles on his feet clattered. The prison guard next to him seemed a little nervous and stared at his every move.

He has never thought about it before. Who am I? When he thought of this problem, like many human sages, he put forward a series of related problems.

Where am I from?

Where are you going?

Why do I exist?

What am I doing?

Why should I do this?

……

In the ancient history of mankind, individuals also existed for race. In fact, until now, most of the missions of human individuals still seem to serve the group and the continuation of race and civilization.

Every thought of philosophers liberates human personality and makes individual existence more and more meaningful.

Is this the inevitable process of all life evolution?

Zhao Pengcheng suddenly began to doubt that his race might not be as advanced as they thought in the past. When survival is no longer the only goal of living, the liberation and evolution of personality may be the eternal theme, just as the universe is expanding, and all galaxies are far away from each other rather than huddled together.

"What do you want me to do?" Zhao Pengcheng asked.

Aoki smiled. He knew that today's meeting had been more than half successful, so he relaxed back to the back of his chair and said, "cooperation."

"Completely become a traitor and help you humans do things?"

"No, it's not us, it's me." Aoki denied, "you don't have to be a traitor. I won't ask you to help mankind destroy your race. As long as you cooperate with me, in some ways, we have the same goal - to solve the mystery of the world."

"Solve the mystery?"

"Yes. For me, the world is a mystery. For the world, I am a mystery. I believe I must have a mission when I come to the world, just as you come here with a mission. I have guessed countless times, but I can never convince myself. Until I met you, I thought I found the meaning of existence, that is to stop your aggression, Stop you from destroying the whole human civilization. However, from your changes in the next few decades, I have seen a lot of things different from what I imagined. I have a new understanding of the world and, of course, more confusion, so I want to solve the mystery. I believe you are as confused as me now, even more than me. "

Zhao Pengcheng admitted that Aoki was right. He can no longer do what the organization asked him to do without thinking, as in the past.

"What good am I?" he asked.

"Your scalpel is good." Aoki has a scalpel in his hand. The blade is bright and seems to be slightly red.

"This..." Zhao Pengcheng was surprised. Isn't this the scalpel he gathered his spiritual strength in his dream just now?

Of course, the things in the dream can't be brought to reality, so it can only explain one thing, which is still in the dream!

Zhao Pengcheng looked up and looked around. The four rooms, cold walls, red slogans and prison guards with serious and slightly nervous expressions were no different from the meeting room he came in.