Chapter 590 Everything is guided by fate (two in one)

The red dragonfly smiled, and her smile was extremely charming.

It was worth it that she volunteered to take on the task of stopping the car.

Although Wu Shou was not stopped by her beauty, which made her a little unhappy, but Wu Shou was still a little interesting.

Then, the taxi shook violently back and forth...

5 minutes later.

Wu Shou felt that life was too meaningless. There was no such thing as good fortune after surviving a great disaster. It was obvious that there would be greater disasters after surviving a great disaster.

There is no such thing as bottoming out and rebounding, there is only a bottom below.

Wu Shou collapsed on the passenger seat like a corpse with its bones taken out, and all his harsh words turned into weak, pitiful and helpless whimpers.

He seemed to understand a little bit why refusing to pick up a passenger would result in a driver's license being revoked.

Yes, he might be going to die, because the passenger seat is only for dead people, he said so himself~ Hong Qingting politely exchanged seats with Wu Shou, and was now holding the steering wheel elegantly.

Wu Shou carefully looked through the rearview mirror at the three men who came up and sat in the back seat.

One was bald, reflecting a greasy luster in the dim light; one was wearing a well-cut black suit, his eyes were strangely white; and the other was shrouded in the shadow of a loose hoodie, holding a cold storage box in his hand.

As for who they were, where they came from, and where they were going, Wu Shou didn't know and didn't dare to ask.

"It's rude to refuse a ride. We don't actually want to hurt you, so..."

The emcee poked his head out from the back row and explained to Wu Shou with an "I'm a good person" look on his face.

Wu Shou's shoulder blade was broken and his neck couldn't turn, but he was very considerate and said:

"Understand, understand, it's my fault, I'm not professional enough."

Hong Qingting glanced at the co-pilot again and licked her lips with her bright red tongue. She still liked Wu Shou's ferocious look more.

The MC comforted him:

"It is a great honor to admit one's mistakes and then to correct them. How about this, you take us to a place and we will forgive you for what happened."

Wu Shou: “….”

Please forgive me, thank you so much.

Wu Shou was not a fool. After being beaten half to death, his IQ potential was greatly stimulated. He roughly guessed the purpose of these lunatics.

No, if you want to find someone, just say so directly. Why make it so violent?

Although it's non-violent, he is indeed not very likely to cooperate obediently.

Unless you can show off a "skin" that is more terrifying than the Black King of Hell, just sticking out your tongue will not scare him.

Seeing that Wu Shou agreed obediently, the host told him the destination - Zuo Bai.

Wu Shou used his only remaining right hand that could move to take out his cell phone. Red Dragonfly had obviously left this arm for him for this scene.

He endured the severe pain to unlock the screen and entered the encrypted password into the navigation app.

When the word "Zuo Bai" was entered as the navigation destination, tears of humiliation flowed from Wu Shou's eyes.

He is a corpse retriever, okay? His main job is to retrieve corpses, and taxi driver is just his disguise.

Why do the Black King of Hell and these unknown lunatics seem to really think of themselves as taxi drivers? Can you please show a little respect to the corpse retrievers?

The MC waited for a while and then reminded us considerately, "Can you take us to the correct destination? Taking us to the wrong place is more serious than refusing to take us. Is that ok?"

Wu Shou looked at the enlarged photo on the MC's phone, quickly searched for destinations with the same name, and said firmly:

"Please rest assured that my only mission as a taxi driver is to take passengers to the right place as quickly as possible!"

The destination matched.

There was a beeping sound from the mobile navigation.

"Coordinates locked, planning a route to [Zuobai] for you!"

The emcee smiled with satisfaction. He leaned forward, stretched out his arm, and went around Wu Shou's body. This action made the latter's heart rise to his throat.

“Click.”

With a slight sound, the host considerately and firmly buckled the seat belt on Wu Shou.

The MC smiled and comforted him, "Don't be afraid. I'm a rule-abiding person. As long as you take us to our destination, we will never hold you responsible for refusing to take us."

The fastened seat belt is the best proof that a person who strictly abides by traffic rules must also be a person who abides by the rules...right~ Wu Shou swallowed his saliva, tried to force a smile, and then asked hesitantly: "Thank you, thank you very much. By the way, can you tell me your identities? I don't mean anything else, I'm just a little curious. If it's not convenient to tell me, forget it..."

As soon as he said this, he was seized by a strong regret, and he wanted to pull out his tongue immediately! Curiosity kills the cat. Asking such a question at this time is simply like asking yourself if you can't die fast enough!

The host smiled and said nothing. Just when Wu Shou thought that the other party would not answer, the latter glanced at the bald captain.

The bald captain was very satisfied with the emcee's attitude. When it comes to introducing identities, only the captain has to say it with authority.

The bald captain grinned, revealing his rotten teeth, and spoke word by word:

"Everything is under the guidance of [fate]!"

"[destiny]……?"

Wu Shou repeated it subconsciously, his mind going blank.

His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Damn it! This time it was really damned, ten times, no, a hundred times, worse than the time I ran into the Black King of Hell.

Wu Shou now regretted extremely that why he had asked unnecessary questions and why he was not deaf.

What he regretted more was why he was obsessed with joining the corpse retrievers...Oh, he actually joined the taxi "union".

What a corpse retriever.

In the eyes of "Black Hades", you are a taxi driver; in the eyes of "[Fate]", you are also a taxi driver;

Then you are a genuine, authentic taxi driver!

I understand. From now on I will be a taxi driver and corpse recovery will be my side job.

Ah, that's not right. When I get back I will find a way to quit the club. Whoever wants to drive a taxi can do so. Anyway, I will never drive again even if you kill me.

If...if I still have a chance to be beaten to death later...

………

Most of the railway networks left over from ancient times have now become rusty scrap iron.

Because each urban area is separated by a vast and dangerous ruins area, a four-wheeled car may be able to cross, but a train that can only run along tracks will never be able to pass through.

No one knows which section of track will suddenly break at the next moment, and even if it is repaired, it will be destroyed again in a short time.

The most deadly thing is that the evil spirits, deformed monsters, and even scavengers wandering around the ruins area will treat the incoming train as... a moving buffet car.

After the establishment of the new era, the Executive Yuan spent decades trying to reopen rail transportation, but ultimately failed.

Until the upper city floated into the air, obscuring the sky, the railroad tracks on the ground were completely forgotten, leaving only the sighs of wind, sand and rust.

At this moment, on the edge of District 9, there is a huge, long-abandoned freight train station.

After years of erosion, the rails are now covered with dark red rust. Some parts are even twisted and deformed, and deeply embedded in the gravel roadbed.

This was once a logistics hub in the last era, but now only endless, dilapidated warehouse frames and mountains of abandoned containers remain.

These containers, with varying degrees of rust, look like giant building blocks that have been discarded at random, stacked up in a disorderly manner.

Some of them were squeezed and deformed, with hideous dents all over the walls;

Some of the box doors were wide open, revealing the dark space inside, like the open mouth of a monster.

The wind blew through the gaps between the containers, making a low, whimpering sound, and blowing up a mixture of mold and metal rust on the ground, adding a bit of desolation and weirdness.

Under the lights of the upper city, the huge shadow was stretched out and twisted, like a giant beast that had been dead for 200 years but still refused to be buried.

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At the deepest part of this container forest, there is a standard container that looks extremely inconspicuous.

The appearance is even worse than its surrounding counterparts. The box is covered with dark brown rust, and the paint has long been peeled off, revealing the rough, equally rusty metal base underneath.

However, inside it lies a completely different micro-laboratory filled with sophisticated technology.

The inner wall of the container is not bare iron sheet, but covered with a layer of matte special alloy plate with strong sound insulation properties.

On the wall, several high-definition holographic projection screens of different sizes and shapes are suspended, silently flowing with massive amounts of data and complex charts.

Streams of faint blue light intertwined and danced on the screen, reflecting the barely detectable dust in the air.

In the center of the container is a silver-white metal workbench that occupies most of the space.

The table top was as smooth as a mirror, and it was obvious that a powerful computing core and energy system were integrated inside, emitting a low and steady hum.

Above the workbench, several slender and flexible silver-white robotic arms hang down, some of them standing still on standby, while others are working precisely and collaboratively.

A tiny arc flashed at the end of one robotic arm, welding a chip substrate the size of a fingernail; another extended an extremely fine probe to inspect rows of micro-components.

Next to the workbench, a silver-white cylindrical hibernation capsule was in the open state.

The hatch cover is translucent, and the complex life support system and neural interface circuits inside are clearly visible. At this moment, it is emitting a soft light green standby light.

The inner wall of the cabin was soft and smooth, with tiny indentations left by human bodies lying down.

Zuo Bai is right here! Or rather, the real Zuo Bai has always been here.

Rather, after being attacked by [Destiny], he did not escape back to District 6, escape back to Eternal Life Technology Company.

It’s better to say that Zuo Bai has never left District 9.

Everyone thought that Zuo Bai in the company was his real body, and the one hidden in the refrigerated truck was his backup clone, but in fact, those were all clones.

His true self has been hiding in a safe house in District 9.

It is both a safe house and a laboratory. Safe houses like this are not only secretly located in District 9, but also in other urban areas.

A large part of the experimental funds he applied for from the company over the years was used to secretly build a safe house.

After all, as a meticulous scientist, setting up safe houses in various districts in advance should be a basic operation.

The reason why its main body chose to hide in the safe house in District 9 is because District 9 is less developed than other districts. Therefore, in the danger assessment of various districts, District 9 has long been at the lowest level.

Of course, the lowest risk factor does not equal zero.

Didn’t his clones all get destroyed in District 9 this time?

In particular, the last clone was scrapped by [Fate].

The danger assessment level in District 9 has risen straight to red alert.

"[Destiny] is a huge vortex. Its appearance in District 9 means that there is a huge problem in District 9."

After Zuo Bai recovered the clone's memory, his first reaction was to escape from District 9.

But the scientist's reason suppressed the urge to escape - he had to cultivate a new clone and complete the transplantation and backup of the memory core before he could leave.

Otherwise, what if you run into [fate] again as soon as you go out?

Then he would really die.

Don't think that there is no such possibility. When it comes to [fate], anything weird can happen.

Yes, although Zuo Bai has no less than ten safe houses, he only has two clones.

Don’t think that two are too few. Two are too many, or even close to the limit.

After all, who could have predicted that two clones would perish on the same day? The probability of this happening was extremely small.

The most critical issue is the replication of clones, for which there are technical bottlenecks that have yet to be overcome.

It's not about copying the clone's body, but about copying the memory. There are huge limitations and...bugs? ! !

Zuo Bai wasn't even sure if this could be called a bug.

In short, putting aside the rigorous academic arguments of scientists, and explaining it in simple language that most stupid carbon-based creatures can understand, that is:

Only one clone can be active at a time.

Once two or more are activated at the same time, serious "data conflicts" and "logical errors" will occur when each other's memories are updated synchronously.

It will lead to schizophrenia, which is the best outcome.

If it gets worse, they will doubt each other's authenticity and question the authority of the entity, and then it will quickly turn into a tragedy of fratricide.

The reason can be temporarily attributed to the exclusivity of consciousness, but Zuo Bai vaguely feels that there are deeper mysteries hidden behind it, but he cannot explore it yet, let alone solve it.

In conclusion,

There can only be one clone in the same period of time. This is an iron rule.

In addition, there is a more serious problem, which is the fragility of "memory" itself.

Human memory is not a data file that can be copied and pasted infinitely.

Each memory is copied or uploaded and implanted into the clone's memory storage.

To the entity, it is like a cruel "cut" rather than a copy.

This discovery was the conclusion he came to after countless painful experiments and his own experience.

Of course, most of the suffering here was caused by others. It was verified by the company's clone Zuo Bai. Half of the experimental consumables provided by the company were actually consumed on this...

(End of this chapter)