Chapter 714 My PDA Turned Into a Girl’s Corpse. What Should I Do? I’m Waiting Online in a Hurry.

Hao Ren looked down at the blond girl in his arms. The cold body showed no response. He gently shook her body, and the latter's hanging arms swayed feebly in mid-air. Hao Ren sighed. Tone: "...still won't move."

Even Nolan, who always maintained a dull look, seemed unable to accept this scene. She walked over, lowered her head and said softly: "I understand your feelings, but she is really dead. Bury her properly. This is how I treat you." It’s all good for her. If you continue like this, you’ll get crazier and crazier.”

Hao Ren was so anxious that he almost shed tears, but it would be a big mess if he really shed tears. In this case, he couldn't tell others, "Because my tablet is possessed by this girl, I have to follow this girl." Holding her like a necrophiliac." If he really said this, he would be regarded as an overstimulated madman, so he could only cry and say with a sad face: "Don't persuade me, I really can't put this guy down... …”

The data terminal was still chattering in his mind: "I let you use this machine as a brick and throw it around, this is retribution!"

In this current situation, no matter what Hao Ren said, it was impossible to clear up the misunderstanding. Nolan looked at him with sympathy and pity: "You... forget it, Ulanov, just bear with it. , I will ask the 'doctor' to go to your side later to at least deal with this... girl."

Hao Ren estimated that the other party was talking about embalming or something like that, but he felt that the topic was too damn weird now, so he didn't get involved. He followed the dejected Ulanov and left. Not far away, he heard the sound of Nolan talking to another mercenary. The mercenary obviously didn't understand Nolan's decision: "Boss, do you really want him to stay with us with a corpse?"

Nolan's voice was weak: "He won't stay here for long. I can see that he will leave."

The mercenary didn't give up: "But... boss, you may not like what I have to say. I have never seen anything so weird in my life..."

"That's enough," Nolan interrupted his subordinates, "You haven't seen it, I have seen it, and I have seen someone crazier than him. He has become like this, let him paralyze himself like this for the time being, this In this world, being able to dream is also a kind of luck.”

Hao Ren held the data terminal and walked one foot at a time, with tears deep in his heart. He knew very well what image he already had in the eyes of outsiders - a lunatic, paranoid, schizophrenic, and still under the tragedy of love. A necrophiliac...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pay tribute to Ulanov next to him: "Seriously, you are such a man."

To be able to accept a corpse next to him, this helmeted man's heart is really not that broad.

Unexpectedly, Ulanov nodded in admiration to Hao Ren: "You are the one. I didn't expect that there could be a man like you in this world. You are the real man... She must have been very happy during her lifetime, right?"

Hao Ren's face was distorted like an abstract painting. He almost gritted his molars and said to Ulanov: "Let me tell you a story..."

Ulanov didn't know why: "You said it."

"I had a tablet that was hilarious and annoying in the extreme, but one day it suddenly had a short circuit in one of its wires, and its consciousness possessed a blond girl, and I didn't even know this blond girl, and now I run around carrying this lifeless guy, and you think you are crazy, paranoid, schizophrenic, and necrophiliac, but in fact... Hey, don't leave!"

Facts have proved that this matter cannot be explained clearly.

Ulanov led Hao Ren to the dormitory assigned to him. It was a small silver-gray room made of metal. Almost all the buildings in the entire barracks were built with this mass-produced "iron box", which was monotonous. It's depressing, but it's a little bit better than those iron shacks in the black street slums. The furnishings in the small room are simple, with only a simple bed that can be folded into the wall and a set of tables and chairs that can be folded into the ground. On the table are some items from the previous owner of the room, and in the corner of the room is a small box. , nothing else.

It seems that the furniture in the entire room can be folded into the four walls. This is something like a shelter building or an alien habitat. It was probably not originally designed as a barracks for ground troops: for ordinary rooms, these The folding part seems unnecessary.

Ulanov noticed Hao Ren's curious gaze and sighed beside him: "These 'grey boxes' were dug out from the old Yatu space base. Originally, they were supposed to be launched to the Tumu planet and became The first alien colonial city built by humans, but after the war everything was destroyed, including the space base and those naive scientists... Now only this gray box is left, which is full of people who will never see the stars again for the rest of their lives. The poor bastards.”

Ulanov said, subconsciously touching his smooth black visor, and then waved his hand: "You go ahead, I'm right next door."

After Ulanov left, Hao Ren threw the girl's (dead version) data terminal on the bed and looked around the room to see if there was anything suspicious, but found nothing. Heaton, who once lived here, seems to be a person who values ​​tidiness. The room is kept spotless and everything is neatly arranged. It is hard to imagine that this room once lived in a vulgar person. mercenaries. Hao Ren came to the metal folding table and saw an old diary on the table. He picked it up.

Nolan didn't seem to worry that an outsider would steal the secrets of the mercenary unit, or that there couldn't be any secrets in Heaton's room. In short, she didn't send anyone to clear out the relics in this room in advance. Hao Ren could just do that. Take this to see what information the rebellious mercenary left behind in this world.

But the diary contains boring content, recording the monotonous and boring daily life of a rigid and rigid mercenary. The records in the diary are also intermittent, and the writing is crooked. It looks like a written record forced by a rough man who never likes to write a diary. Hao Ren couldn't help but think of what Ulanov said: Heaton grew up in a slum and seemed to have a low level of education.

The data terminal sensed Hao Ren's current actions through the mental connection. It was puzzled: "Why are you so interested in a rebellious mercenary?"

"It's just boring." Hao Ren quickly flipped through the diary and quickly turned to the first few pages. "I want to understand the situation of this world..."

The beginning of the diary states a certain day, month, and year. Nolan suggested that the owner of the diary develop the habit of writing a diary, so that he can leave some memories of his existence in this world. This is the beginning of the entire diary.

"This Heaton seemed to be a loyal guy a long time ago," Hao Ren frowned. "He started keeping a diary at Nolan's suggestion. He was a rough guy who never went to school and didn't like this kind of thing. It’s a literary thing, but because of Nolan’s words, he insisted on writing a diary for a year.”

"But they rebelled in the end," the data terminal muttered in his mind, "Many carbon-based creatures are fickle."

Hao Ren didn't say anything, but quickly opened the book to the last few articles. He saw some inexplicable crazy words at the end of the diary. The mercenary named Heaton mentioned crazy dreams, endless pain and a life of deception. He seemed to firmly believe that he was trapped in a In a huge scam, and the center of the scam is Nolan, the leader of the "Grey Fox". The text in these parts has been confused to a certain extent, and even the grammar is no longer smooth, making it very difficult to read.

In the last few paragraphs of his diary, Heaton wrote in a nervous tone:

...It’s all a scam, it’s all fake. The whole world, most of my life, is all fake! This world is definitely not like this, something is wrong... I have to wake myself up, just like waking up from bed, but I have to find a way... Maybe Nolan is the key, she seems to know the situation in the real world, so she It’s definitely a key! I don't have much time...

This was the last message left by the mercenary Heaton before his rebellion.

Hao Ren looked baffled. He thought of the eldest son or the brain monster interfering with the human spirit, but this did not seem to be the case with Heaton - and if it was really the guardian who affected Heaton's mind and caused him to rebel, then he would be affected. He shouldn't be the only one who suffers this, all the mercenary partners who are with him will be spared.

He shook his head, threw the diary aside, and turned to look at another thing on the table:

It looked like a personal computer or some other electronic device. Anyway, it looked like it could be used to look up information.

"Terminal, help intervene in it..." Hao Rengang wanted to ask the data terminal to help invade the database of this device as usual, but he looked up and saw the body of the girl lying on the bed, and he was immediately discouraged, "Damn it, he slipped up at the critical moment. The goods...it's up to me."