Xu Fang tried to cut off his left thumb again.
This time he didn't forget the source of the screwdriver, nor anything else.
There are two possible reasons for this. First, he had just established a memory relationship with the screwdriver again, and the source of the screwdriver became a solid memory that was difficult to influence. Second, memories in the body are fluid like blood, and when body parts are cut off, they are randomly forgotten, or with luck, they may not be forgotten.
To test his suspicion, Xu Fang cut off his thumb, then attached it, and so on ten times. The result was that no matter which time, there was no forgetting at all.
The second guess could be ruled out.
Xu Fang switched hands and cut off his right thumb. As a result, the same phenomenon happened as the first time he cut off his left thumb, and Xu Fang forgot something again.
--He couldn't remember what time Hu Ying went to bed last night.
Well, it's all irrelevant.
Xu Fang's memory bank is not large, which is also stuffed with a lot of "false information" by Ye Huai, such as his non-existent parents and relatives, and the real content only adds up to a month. Therefore, as long as his memory has changed a little, he can also be keenly aware of.
Xu Fang was no longer satisfied with cutting his fingers. He decided to cut off his arm directly, and it just so happened that there was a kitchen knife.
He could do what he was afraid to do when he was human.
Because there is no bone, so the process of cutting off the arm is similar to cutting Play-Doh, along with a strange pain, a white arm out of the body.
The moment the arm was detached from the body, Xu Fang's consciousness seemed to come to a certain demarcation point, and then was partially deprived. Immediately after, most of the memories of this morning's present (except for the location of the screwdriver) disappeared.
After the broken arm fell to the ground, the energy began to slowly dissipate. Instead, the broken arm struggled to turn over and tried to crawl, and the direction it crawled was actually where there was sunlight.
It wanted to absorb the sunlight to replenish its energy?
However, even if the sunlight is enhanced ten times more, it can't match the speed of energy dissipation. In just a few tens of seconds, the broken arm will disappear completely, and Xu Fang will grow a new arm.
Will it have self-awareness?
Xu Fang tried to establish a mental link with the broken arm, but all he got was confusing feedback and some familiar memories. These are memories that Xu Fang has forgotten. Strangely, there seems to be some subtle changes in the memories, they seem to have been assembled and arranged to form a regular system.
This system reflects one thing: energy equals life. If the system is to exist properly, it must always be replenished with energy, otherwise the system will soon collapse.
In other words, the memory in the broken arm facilitates the formation of the "system", and the "system" directs the broken arm to absorb the nearest solar energy to relieve itself from dissipation.
What is the relationship between Gussy's consciousness and memory? Is this "system" the prototype of "consciousness"? Since its entire body is used as a vehicle for memory, is the same true for consciousness?
Since Gussy has no brain, no cells, and is not even a carbon-based organism, Xu Fang cannot judge the characteristics of Gussy by human structure, but can only guess.
I'm not really used to leaving Horror Novel Web, otherwise I could have asked the little black guy, although he would have said "not enough permission".
Well, it was a rewarding experience, as Xu Fang once again learned about Gussy's weaknesses.
He looked out the window at the sun.
Let's move on to the next experiment.
......
In the afternoon, Hu Ying finally took time out from his busy schedule to call Wang. He planned to discuss a meeting time with the other party, and then talk about advertising in the meantime.
It would be great if there was an opportunity for in-depth cooperation.
What puzzled Hu Ying was that the call did not go through, and the number he dialed was an empty number.
Mr. Wang canceled the phone after? How to contact each other?
Hu Ying also did not know what the reason was, he logged into the X station backstage again and left a message for the other party.
Several hours passed, until the end of Hu Ying's evening shift, he did not receive any reply, the message bar is like a stagnant water.
Hu Ying felt very puzzled: can not be too busy, the other party to forget this?
It is indeed possible, the world of rich people he does not understand, maybe Wang Yu is really busy, much busier than he, a small employee. By Hu Ying as precious mannequin may not be Mr. Wang in the eyes.
If Mr. Wang has not thought about it, the dolls can not be long-term deposit in his place? Ha ha, too whimsical it.
Laughing at his own fluke and slightly annoyed by the complex feelings, Hu Ying left the company.
Because of the ghost yesterday, Hu Ying is much less bold, do not dare to take a shortcut through the dark alley, but follow the bright avenue home from the main entrance of the district.
He entered the building, he took out the key, stepped on the sound-controlled lights, carefully along the stairs upstairs, when he saw the paper attached to the door, his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
The paper posted on the door ......
"What the heck, it turns out to be an electricity bill."
After seeing the content of the paper, Hu Ying was relieved, he thought the "ghost" had come back. But then he was puzzled again: so soon he owed the electricity bill again?
Because of the laziness of the monthly toss, Hu Ying every time at least pay the first half of the electricity bill, according to reason, his balance should be enough to support until the New Year, how only in October, it is gone?
Hu Ying did not figure it out and simply gave up thinking about it.
Probably the reason is the router, heard from colleagues that the thing is quite power hungry.
Open the door and turn on the lights.
The soft light dispersed the darkness, Hu Ying changed into slippers and entered the living room.
The mannequin leaned on the stand, slightly hanging head, black hair seems to be reflecting.
After touching the doll's head, Hu Ying took off his coat and ordered himself a takeaway.
While waiting for the takeaway, Hu Ying opened his computer and went into the X station.
Hu Ying's "Let's show you the real doll" video has exploded in the past few days, the number of plays has reached three million, the top of the X station, comments also grew to 50,000, countless pop-ups.
Many people expressed doubts about the authenticity of the video, they think Hu Ying added special effects, the reality of the mannequin can not be so real. There was even an upkeeper who posted a dynamic "real" Hu Ying, analyzing Hu Ying's video frame by frame to prove that he was cheating.
After the rhythm was brought up, a group of keyboard warriors swarmed to follow the trend and hacked Hu Ying, criticizing the dolls as worthless.
Hu Ying snorted, looked at the dolls around him, and then looked at the screen, and shook his head.
What a bunch of poor people who have been crushed by reality, thinking that the world is supposed to work this way, and to refute those things that are beyond their own ideas, not knowing that they themselves are the frog at the bottom of the well.
Hu Ying brewed some, is trying to use some impassioned words to dislike those sprayers back, the phone rang.
I thought it was a delivery, pick up a listen, is a strange voice.
"Hello, is this Hu Ying?" The voice sounded very young.
"Yes, you are ......"
"I am Mr. Wang's assistant, to take over this matter of his mannequin."
Mr. Wang? It's someone from that company of the mannequin.
"Oh, ah, that's right ...... I was trying to call Mr. Wang earlier, the phone became empty, and I was worried if you guys had forgotten about it."
The person on the other end of the phone smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang is rather busy, all day long, not even rest time, so I can only entrust me to help him."
"That's okay, understand understand."
"So when can we pick up the dolls back, tonight is okay? If it's really inconvenient, tomorrow and the next day is fine."
"Nothing inconvenient, just tonight." Hu Ying said quickly, perhaps the person on the other side of the phone is relatively young, Hu Ying did not have any sense of depression, the tone also became relaxed, "I'll tell you the address, my home in ......"
finally to return the doll, Hu Ying is indeed some reluctance, although only a few days with the dolls together for a few days, but feel as if there is really someone with him, so that this lonely home more than a touch of popularity.
Hu Ying is a man of principle, he respects the physical doll industry. If he found a large sum of money, he may not return, but if this artwork, he will never take possession of alone, unless the original owner does not want it.
Hu Ying gave up the opportunity to make a fortune by blackmailing him, and instead was willing to return it to the owner free of charge. Perhaps the ideal is so pure, he felt satisfied to see the real doll.
"Little one, I think you are almost reunited with your master." Hu Ying squatted in front of the doll and whispered.
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The moonlight was not bright, the stars were not bright, and the night in H City was muddy.
Inside the dimly lit room, the youth hung up Hu Ying, his expression gradually cold down, he silently pushed his glasses, picked up the suitcase beside him and walked out the door.
"...... I hope nothing bad happens."
