Chapter 224: Xie Qingcheng, I want a home!

He Yu is indeed the best secret keeper.

Because of his special physique, he won't be controlled by the loyalty chip, and even though he has suffered a lot over the past three years, and has been tested for his loyalty many times, both explicitly and implicitly, Xie Qingcheng is a matter for the First Emperor, and he has never exposed it to anyone.

"When I can't leave the island, I often go to the underground lab, to see my mom." He Yu says, "That's the only comfort I have on this island."

"Did you ever think she could indeed be resurrected?"

"Through the Mandela metaverse?" He Yu laughed softly, "That's not really her."

"Duan Wen's blueprints can fool a lot of people, but not me. The presence associated with 'Mandela,' I've felt it since I was a teenager. You know it too, Xie Qingcheng."

He paused and continued, "When I was a child, I didn't have any close emotional relationships. To protect myself, my brain created the illusion that I had the best playmates, and I projected that lack of companionship onto Xie Xue. I recreated Xie Xue in my own consciousness, and she was there for me every moment I needed her."

"......"

"But that's not true." He Yu said, "That's the Mandela effect."

"The truth is that Xie Xue never liked me as much as I thought they did, and that was just a little bit of comfort I gave myself. It's the same with Duan Cuizhen and the Mandela meta-universe they're trying to create." He Yu says, "People are people because they have uncontrollable thoughts, they can feel happiness, anger, sadness, joy and happiness, but the virtual reality that is uploaded to the cloud, no matter how close to the real thing it is, and even if it can regenerate its thoughts, it won't be the same person as it was before."

He Yu says, "On my sixteenth birthday, I've been disappointed once. I won't let myself be disappointed a second time."

Xie Qingcheng didn't say anything else, he moved his body slightly, from lying on his side to lying on his back, because of the cover, the place where his eyes could see was darkness.

It's like an unpredictable future.

In fact, after he heard He Yu talk about Mandela's meta-universe plan, he felt vaguely uneasy in his heart. It was because this plan could prick the weakest point of human nature.

Not everyone has experienced the Mandela effect like He Yu, and not everyone can resist the temptation of hallucinations.

The Mandela Metaverse Program, in terms of its theoretical construct, can utilize numerical values to recreate people who have died and give them the ability to think for themselves. That's why Duan Cuizhen says, "As long as the program works, no one in this world is irreplaceable."

Dead relatives, friends you want to see, and even imaginary beings, even a virtual paper figure, can be created by the metaverse.

And when the hole in the heart is filled by these people, who will be willing to face the reality that is full of regrets?

Marijuana can give people analgesia, cocaine brings hallucinations, nipple entertainment makes people giggle and kill time, so they have all become the password to collect wealth - people's nature is inertia, but also the desire for pleasure and fulfillment, these sweets can make many people dizzy, the craving for drugs makes drug addicts desperate to sell their children and their children, and the lure of money makes drug dealers kill people and police officers. The desire for drugs makes drug addicts desperate to sell their children, the temptation of hallucinogenic pleasure and money makes drug dealers kill people and police officers, and those who are totally addicted to star-making entertainment lose the power of thought and completely degenerate into the traffic tool of capital and puppets of struggle.

Just this level of mental anesthesia alone has paralyzed so many people.

What kind of chaos would it be if the universe that Hui Zhen described as a universe where "you can have anything you want" and "anything can be replaced" were to be realized?

For example, if the metaverse creates an idol that is the exact equivalent of a living human being to accompany you day and night, but one day that idol will disappear from you completely and the only way to retain it is to do whatever the controller of the metaverse tells you to do, how many people will do it?

What about replacing the idol with a dead relative?

How many people would do anything to keep their parents, children, brothers and sisters ......?

If that day does come, will man create the two-dimensional world, or will the two-dimensional world control mankind?

Xie Qingcheng felt his heart beating fast as he remembered the two "killers" he had encountered. Those two people, who had reproduced his parents' behavior and some of their habits of thought, had already made Zheng Jingfeng lose control, and had also killed his own heart.

If the technology is mature, they are alive back to him Xie Ping Zhou Muying?

How sure is he that he can always be awake enough to realize that this is just a hallucinatory illusion and not his real parents?

He Yu felt it, "Your heart is beating hard."

"......"

"Thinking about what?"

"...... It's nothing." Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, and even his palms were covered in fine sweat.

He Yu sidled his body a little closer to Xie Qingcheng, as if he could peer into Xie Qingcheng's heart, "It's scary isn't it? I didn't sleep much for three nights when I first learned about the whole situation."

"......"

"But we still have time to stop this." He Yu said, "The big war will start soon, destroy Mandela Island and send all these lunatics back to hell and these horrible things won't happen. At least not in the future as far as we can see."

Xie Qingcheng knew he couldn't go any further, it was an abyss with no bottom in sight, and the more he thought about it, the more chilling it became.

He closed his eyes hard to soothe himself, since his last attack he had the feeling that he was like a glass on the verge of shattering, that he wouldn't be able to bear it at any moment. And in this condition, he couldn't do any treatment, he could only let his condition worsen little by little, relying on his willpower to hold on.

He tried not to let his mind rise and fall too much, letting the rhythm of his breathing slow down as well.

He Yu : "Are you ...... having a hard time?"

"It's okay ......"

He Yu knew that the truth about Mandela would make Xie Qingcheng nauseous, but again, it had to be said, and it occurred to him that Xie Qingcheng was already in a bad place mentally, and with the added stimulus of that pregnancy serum from Number Two, that made him even more vulnerable.

He was worried and thought about it and came up with an idea, "Wait a minute, I'll find you a video to distract you."

Xie Qingcheng I can't believe He Yu even tried to show him a movie. What kind of a bad idea is that?

He was pale but dry, "Take it away."

"You used to read it all the time, it must have worked!"

Xie Qingcheng : "When did I read it regularly, I ......"

But when He Yu took his recharged cell phone and opened a page and quickly handed it to him, he was stunned.

The deep blue color reflected in his eyes, coloring his peach eyes into an ocean.

"Look, a jellyfish video." He Yu holds up his phone and whispers, "Your favorite."

"......"

"Watch. Here."

Once again, the colors of the ocean lit up the space under the tiny futon, and it was as if they were at the bottom of the ocean hundreds of millions of years ago.

Xie Qingcheng's body trembled slightly.

Suddenly, he brought his hand up to cover the screen.

He Yu was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"...... Nothing." Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, his soft and slender eyelashes blocked all the light and shadow of the outside world, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Nothing. I just ...... don't have good eyesight anymore, looking at it will be uncomfortable."

He said panic.

In fact, since three years ago, he's been afraid to watch jellyfish videos because he thinks of the ocean when he watches them.

When you think of the ocean, you think of the people who sink in it ......

After He Yu's death he only once inadvertently clicked on a video of a jellyfish stored on his cell phone, he watched it for a while in disbelief, and when he watched it he felt a blur in front of his eyes, it was as if he saw the man slowly sinking down in the ocean, arms open, sinking down, until he disappeared.

After reading it, it was a sleepless night.

Later, his cell phone no longer had these videos, and the folder called "Happy" in his computer was also empty forever because of that teenager.

There was another period of silence.

Xie Qingcheng tried to divert his attention, he was really too used to not thinking of himself as a human being, he struggled to contain his emotions and overcome his weakness.

So he wanted to talk about work again and said, "That, you haven't finished with me yet, that Lu Yuzhu ...... from Qingli County."

He Yu, however, put down his cell phone, raised his hand, and gently covered Xie Qingcheng's eyes.

Warm palms touched eyelids.

He Yu whispered, "Hey, the robots are charging."

"......"

"That Lu Yuzhu business isn't something that's imminent to resolve. You're not feeling well, so that's all for today."

Strangely enough, he was obviously plunged into darkness with his eyes covered, but this time, he actually did not have the uncontrollable fear that he had before. It was as if there was an invisible rose in He Yu's palm, blooming as far as he could see into the night.

He Yu said, "There will definitely be a way to cure your eye later ...... Mandela will have a way to cure it."

Xie Qingcheng opened his mouth, "I don't want any help from them."

"I know." He Yu dropped his hand and resumed looking at Xie Qingcheng's face in the darkness, "That's why I didn't do it. But there's always another way to go in the future, and after all of this is over, your eyes, we'll find a way."

He paused and continued, "In the kind of way, you can live with."

"......"

"Don't be disbelieving, I'm good, I've learned a lot over the years."

It wasn't that Xie Qingcheng didn't believe that He Yu was capable of such a thing, it was just that he didn't know if he would be able to make it to that day, and he wasn't sure if He Yu was just saying what he said in order to reassure him.

But as he looked at He Yu at this moment, it made him feel very genuine in his eyes, and he didn't want to spoil He Yu's fun, so in the end, he still cooperated and said, "Then, tell me about it, what have you learned all these years."

He Yu really talked to him one by one.

Xie Qingcheng gradually relaxed from Mandela's nightmare in the young man's low, warm voice, and at last, in a daze, he was finally enveloped in sleep.

"Then I learned to fly a helicopter ......" He Yu paused and didn't continue, because he heard Xie Qingcheng's even breathing.

This was the first time Xie Qingcheng had had such a peaceful sleep in front of him since he had been reunited with him for so long.

He Yu called him softly, "Xie Qingcheng?"

"......"

Is really asleep.

He Yu, in the darkness, looked at the man's face, which, although his valor had not been diminished, had become thin.

In a very low voice he said, "Unfortunately, I never did learn how to make the wontons and Yangzhou fried rice you used to make for me either. I don't know if I'll get a chance to have you make them for me after we leave Mandela."

"......"

I don't know how much longer.

Xie Qingcheng, who had already slept lightly, felt a familiar but long-lost warmth.

He blurred, thinking he was dreaming.

And it was a good dream that had been a long time coming.

It had been three years since He Yu had embraced him as he had before, and right now, the man who had embraced him in his dreams was as hot as the teenager who had given him the little fire dragon, his chest burning hot and his heart beating heavy and incandescent.

"Xie Qingcheng."

In his dreams, he heard his name called.

He also heard the teenager ask in a low voice, "After the ...... Great War is over, if we all still have our lives, then how do you plan to, how do you live?"

Xie Qingcheng felt the warmth coming from his heart, and gradually, that heat seemed to grow into his heart and smoked into his eyes.

He felt his eyes burning a little, and something felt like it was going to pull new shoots out of his withered heart, and inexplicably the old He Yu appeared in his mind as he walked with him along the Bund, laughing and talking to him, and shared a dance in a dimly lit tavern.

But he knew that it was a past he hadn't cherished yesterday and now could never return to.

Again he heard the youth in his dream murmur and whisper, "And do you know how I'd like to live ......?"

He was really dreamy. In that young man's voice, there was actually a hint of love and timidity - this is three years later never belonged to He Yu's feelings, but in this moment flowed between the dream world.

Boom pass.

Boom pass.

In the dream, no one spoke, only the heartbeats of the two men were heard, making an earth-shattering noise in this corner of dim darkness.

"I wish to have a home." He Yu finally spoke, gently, and that one wish, like a light kiss, landed on the side of Xie Qingcheng's neck.

"I just don't know who can give it to me. I don't have any family left."

"......"

Xie Qingcheng's closed eyes moved slightly, and he felt as if there were slowly tears in his unblinded eye, sliding down the tail of his eye, abruptly sliding to his sideburns and disappearing.

In this moment, the line between dream and reality is indistinguishable, just as love and hate are also hard to part with.

Xie Qingcheng thought it was a dream, but He Yu knew it was real. He held Xie Qingcheng in his arms as he fell asleep and finished his last words - words that he was no longer in a position to say when Xie Qingcheng woke up.

It's not just because of Chen Man, it's because He Yu also knows that he has hurt him too much because of his love for him.

"Go to sleep, Xie Qingcheng," he twisted the covers for him, hesitated, but finally lowered his head and dropped a very light kiss on Xie Qingcheng's blinded eyes, "... . be good, brother."

He coaxed him with a lot of tenderness in his look, but because he knew that Xie Qingcheng was not his after all, this coaxing, but also with some repressed morbidity.

"I still love you so much. Just want you."

When he finished, he raised his hand and touched Xie Qingcheng's hair, like a poor child touching an expensive doll he could never buy.

"You're the favorite ......"

"Never want to give it away ......"

The voices are getting lower and lower, while the lust and sickness grows more and more insane.

He stared at Xie Qingcheng's sleeping face, with a voice that even Xie Qingcheng could not hear when he was awake, and only he could smell it, and suddenly murmured madly, "Do you think I want to kill Chen Man ah...... "

He Yu who can't get Xie Qingcheng is always morbid, even after the tenderness: "That way no one will rob me when I get out of the island ...... we may still be able to go back to the past ...... "

His face, sunk in the bedding, was as much in good and evil, infatuation and cynicism, as if it had the two halves of God and the Devil.

"Brother ...... do you think I should take advantage of the chaos and kill him ...... you won't know anyway ......"

"Kill him and I might have a home, home is mine ...... He can't take it from me ......"