The Mechanic

"But...he has injected nanobots..." Anya stared at Diego meaningfully, "Everyone who has been injected with nanobots is eager to be uploaded, how do we know that he has not been injected by Eden?" Corrupted? He didn't even feel sad when his own father died."

Diego froze. Anya's words hit the doubts in his heart that he didn't want to admit. He remembered Zhang Xun's empty and indifferent eyes when Zhang Shuo just died...

But he didn't want to admit his doubts, and his guilty conscience turned into anger, "Sadness can't be represented by crying out loud! Besides, he injected nano-robots to draw Adam to our side!"

"I didn't deny that his original intention was good...but the robot is in his body, who knows if there will be some kind of communication with Eden? He is different from us..."

Diego scratched his hair irritably, and turned his head to look at the toaster on the nearby counter. I don't know who drew a smiley face on it with a marker pen three hundred years ago, and he looked at them with some irony at this time.

"What are you worried about, Anya?"

"Virus...that virus is the last weapon against Eden. If Zhang Xun handed it over to Eden, we will all be finished."

"He wouldn't do that!"

"You have doubts in your heart, don't you?" Anya took a step forward, reached out and grabbed Diego's lapel, and looked directly at Diego's pupils with eyes as blue as Todd's.

"how do you want to do it?"

"I still have some narcotics here, and we can keep him in a coma. You stay here with him and Natalie, and I'll go out and find help. Without any network, it will not necessarily notice me. Adam is not saying that he has restored Zhang Xun’s DNA model, and when I find a way to contact Adam and let Adam cure him, the problem will be solved.”

The two voices in Diego's mind are engaged in an endless debate. He never imagined that one day he would face the choice of whether to betray his friend.

But Anya had a point. Imagine those who have been injected with nano-robots in Paradise Lost... how many can resist Adam...resist Eden's "call"? Everyone is like a zombie, yearning for the so-called eternity, yearning for a paradise that does not exist...

They are the real Edenists, who worship Eden as a god...

Diego looked into Anya's firm eyes and took a deep breath.

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Zhang Xun carefully disassembled the shell of the communication device, and studied the original parts inside that he had only seen in books, completely unaware of the haze that was quietly growing in the kitchen.

All he thought was, he had to find Adam.

He has to find the last person he can catch, the last person who can keep him in this world.

Suddenly, someone pressed his shoulder. He was startled and looked up, only to see Diego looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Zhang Xun asked defenselessly.

Diego whispered "I'm sorry", and the next second Zhang Xun only felt something sting lightly on the back of his neck.

Then, the darkness rushed in like a violent tide, and before Zhang Xun's confusion arose, he felt a heavy drowsiness attack, swallowing all his consciousness.

He fell again into the abyss of nothingness.

The author has something to say: there are still about ten chapters to finish, I want to speed up the update speed... finish writing before three months... make a fist!

The new article is already digging a hole, it is an ancient supernatural and strange type~ I will release the advance collection in these two days~~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines~~~: Xia Ran Xia Ran 2; Hoshino Yehuo 1

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution~~~: 30 bottles of Yueyinglin; 20 bottles of Xiangshou; 1 bottle of 33812063

Chapter 126 Endgame (2)

Zhang Xun had that dream again.

He was standing in the wheat field, and he himself had become a stalk of wheat, like all other wheat, holding up the heavy ears of wheat, swaying carelessly with the wind blowing from nowhere. He has no brain, no sentience, exists purely, one with the whole earth and the whole universe.

No pain, no pleasure, nothing.

Then, something separates him from his ignorance.

He found that he had sight, and he saw a tall figure standing far away in the vast sea of ​​wheat fields. The man slowly pushed aside the ears of wheat, and slowly trudged towards him. He is old but has no smile on his serious and solemn face, but he bears a rock-like tenacity.

A name was on his lips, but he couldn't remember how to pronounce it.

"My son, I won't give up easily." The stern man looked in his direction, as if he was looking at him, but he didn't.

The word dad lingered in his mind, but he had no mouth and couldn't call out. No hands, no hugs.

He realizes that he seems to have lost his father, this dream, perhaps the final farewell.

He began to struggle, he wanted to say one last word to his father. His body that was originally rooted in the earth made a cracking sound, the skin on both sides of his body was torn open, and hands grew out. A large wound was drawn on the face, and a mouth that could speak appeared. He tore off the ears of wheat from his head, exposing his ears. he tore himself

Connected to the root essence of the earth, so feet were born.