Chapter 189
A huge armored beast slid past quickly from the sky. The steel buildings shone coldly in the sun. Virtual screens were suspended around the buildings, showing news from various interstellar spaces and interesting things happening within other races. Densely packed hovering cars passed by quickly and orderly on the spider-web-like aerial tracks. The people in the cars all had expressionless faces. They didn't look at the content on the virtual screens in the air, nor did they lower their heads to play with the terminals. They just sat there upright, looking straight ahead, without any emotion.
They are like cold machines that have been set up, doing what they are supposed to do in a rigorous and orderly manner. Apart from that, they have no desires and no vitality.
Absolute rationality and rigor, without emotion or desire, an excellent war machine, this is how other races in this galaxy perceive humans, an existence that any intelligent or non-intelligent race will fear and avoid.
In the high-rise building filled with high technology and a cold atmosphere, the neatly arranged consciousness extraction capsules began to flash densely, with the green light representing awakening and the red light representing crisis flashing alternately. Eventually, the lights that kept flashing stopped, and 90% of the light remaining on the consciousness extraction capsules was red.
When the alarm sounded, the scientific researchers in the high-rise building stopped what they were doing and looked towards the main control console in front of them. The lights representing life on it dimmed for several rows. They saluted the central control console and mourned for the lost lives, but their faces were numb and cold. They knew that they should be sad at this moment, but their empty hearts could not feel any emotion.
Dr. Yaren proposed and implemented the plan of extracting consciousness to other worlds, using humans' innate and complete emotions to feel those emotions, and thus stimulate the re-emergence of their own emotions.
Initially, humans had to eliminate some unnecessary emotions in order to survive. Later, due to their own greed and some visible huge benefits, after millions of years, humans finally succeeded in shaping themselves into the appearance of gods, with endless lifespans and abilities so powerful that they seemed to be omnipotent, while losing all desires and emotions.
I don’t know how to be happy, I don’t know how to be sad, I have no desires, and it seems that even the meaning of survival no longer exists.
Like dust living in this universe, floating numbly and aimlessly in the universe.
Human beings' desire to survive has dropped to an unprecedented level. Their reason tells them that this is wrong, but they cannot react emotionally. The researchers who still have a little emotion left proposed such a plan and implemented it.
This proposal is actually extremely dangerous. Although people whose consciousness is projected into other worlds have lost their memories, that does not mean they can have complete emotions like normal human children in other worlds.
Even if they have a complete body without any emotions, the absolute lack of emotions in their soul will make them receive all emotions like playing games online on an old phone, which is extremely slow and laggy. They cannot accept or digest emotions in time, and giving feedback is even more distant.
This makes their behavior in childhood very strange, so strange that it would make normal humans disgusted, fearful, distant and rejected.
When they first experience emotions, it is like a deaf-mute person hearing the sounds from the outside world for the first time. What they hear is not the soft sounds of nature, but noisy and sharp roars.
What you get is not salvation, but a darker abyss.
Emotions have both positive and negative aspects. They can give a dying person a burst of vitality, but they can also bring down an indestructible person.
When the desire to survive was almost gone, the pure white of emotions suddenly received color, but what was waiting was not a vibrant display, but large areas of rich black.
So reason makes them want to survive, but instinct tends towards death!
The number of people who died in the program of consciousness extraction was very high, up to seven-tenths of the people who participated in this program.
Although Yalun and his men have the ability to bring back the extracted consciousness, they are powerless when the owner of the consciousness does not want to come back and chooses to die completely.
Human reason makes them self-aware, but their instincts tend towards death!
But... Yalun stared at the central control console, a slight doubt in his heart. Strange, wasn't Admiral Youqi's consciousness about to return? Why did he suddenly return?
It was the first time he had seen this situation, and the more he looked at it, the more confused he became. The more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong, really wrong!
He quickly found Admiral Youqi's consciousness extraction cabin and his eyes fell on the densely packed data on the deck, trying to find the cause of the abnormality.
After sitting in front of his own grave for a long time and making sure that he showed no signs of dying again, Emperor Yongzheng wiped his face with his hand, looked down at his shroud, and crushed the pine nut candy in his mouth.
The rainstorm came suddenly and went away suddenly. In a blink of an eye, the rain subsided. Emperor Yongzheng, who had just stepped into the ruined temple and saw that the rain had stopped, wrung the water out of his hair, took off his clothes and wrung them dry. He threw away the two outer clothes and put on the remaining inner garment. Then he walked to the side and pushed the beggar who was sleeping in the corner of the ruined temple with his toes.
Seeing the beggar waking up in a daze, he squatted down and met the beggar's confused eyes, and pulled the corner of his mouth: "Do you have a tinder?"
A fire was soon lit in the dilapidated temple. Emperor Yongzheng sat cross-legged beside the fire, his cheek in his hand and his eyes squinted, thinking about something.
The beggar who was unable to sleep due to the pain on his face secretly glanced at the strange man in front of him. The man had pale skin, black hair like ink, sharp features, a high nose bridge, and he looked very impressive and had very sharp skills. He didn't look like someone who would run to such a dilapidated temple in the rain at night wearing only his inner clothes. Moreover, the material of the clothes looked very expensive, and it was embroidered with gold thread.
Perhaps it was because he had a full meal begging in the evening, or perhaps it was because he had just been beaten unconscious, but the beggar was curious and couldn't help but asked cautiously: "Sir, it's raining so hard in the evening, why are you here?"
Upon hearing this, Emperor Yongzheng raised his eyelids and glanced at him. Although the glance was meaningless, as he had only glanced up at someone asking a question, the aura of a superior who had held a high position for so long still made the beggar flinch. He waved his hands hurriedly, "It was I who offended. I shouldn't have said anything."
Emperor Yongzheng withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Nothing, I just crawled out of the grave and wanted to find a place to shelter from the rain."
"..." The beggar pulled his lips awkwardly and smiled cautiously, "I'm the one who asked too many questions. If you don't want to talk, just treat it as bullshit. There's really no need to bother making up excuses. It's not worth it, not worth it."
When asked why he was so cautious, the beggar touched his bruised face and felt sympathetic. He was a little angry when he was woken up, and when he saw the man was so pale and sickly, he couldn't help but say a few arrogant words.
Emperor Yongzheng ignored him and his eyes fell on the fire in front of him. Occasionally, sparks crackled from the fire. He poked the fire with a wooden stick. The firelight reflected in his dark eyes, flickering and it was impossible to tell his emotions.
Although he didn't understand how he suddenly came back to life, his intuition told him that this was related to Jiaojiao.
Thinking of Jiaojiao, he sighed lightly, then raised the corners of his mouth again. This time, it was probably difficult to coax her, and he didn't know if she would be so angry that she would jump up and bite him.
“Knock knock knock—”
The next afternoon, there was a knock on the door of the Yin residence in Suiyu Bridge. Liu Xingzhi, who happened to be standing by the door, opened it and remained silent for a quarter of an hour after seeing the person outside. Just as he was about to close the door with an expressionless face as if he saw nothing, a hand with rags wrapped around the fingers pushed against the door. The man outside the door, wearing wrinkled clothes and looking like a beggar, took the opportunity to squeeze in sideways.
A few people who were eating sugar cakes in the corridor heard the noise and looked over. For a moment, the yard was silent except for the sound of the wind, and it lasted for another half a quarter of an hour.
finally……
"Who is this? Get him out!" Yin Zheng threw the cake into the bowl with an expressionless face.
"This beggar looks quite familiar!" Xie Shuyu stared at the man in front of him and took a bite of the biscuit calmly.
Jiaojiao pursed her lips and stared at the person in front of her. After meeting Emperor Yongzheng's gaze, she turned her back to him with a stern face, making it clear that she refused to communicate.
Emperor Yongzheng ignored what they said, stepped forward and snatched the cake from Xie Shuyu's hand, tore off the part he had bitten, and stuffed the cake into his mouth. After filling his stomach, he reached out and tentatively poked Jiaojiao's shoulder: "Jiaojiao?"
Jiaojiao moved forward twice to get away from him.
Emperor Yongzheng, who had finally managed to sneak into the city, frowned. It's over, he was really angry!
Xie Shuyu, whose cake had been snatched away, clapped his hands and frowned, saying, "We need to find two people to look after the yard, so that no one can come in."
Liu Xingzhi folded his hands and agreed, "Indeed!"
"Yeah." Yin Zheng nodded and looked at Emperor Yongzheng with a dark gaze, as if he was thinking about how to throw him out.
"I don't know why you've trespassed into a private residence. Based on this alone, we can escort you to the authorities. However, considering your plight, please take these foods and return home!"
Xie Shuyu said this, took two sugar cakes, stood up and stuffed them into Emperor Yongzheng's hands.
Go back! Where? To the grave?
Emperor Yongzheng put the sugar cake into his mouth and took a bite, then turned back to look at the three of them with a gloomy look: "Almost done!"
Xie Shuyu and the other two curled their lips but said nothing, their attitude showing no sign of giving in.
It is certainly a joy that the friend is not dead, but the thought of his faking his own death is bound to make people feel ashamed and angry.
You have to know that they were truly sad about his death during that time, not to mention that Jiaojiao even cried herself sick and the fat on her face was visibly lost!
Unexpectedly, the culprit crawled out of the grave and reappeared in front of them ten days later!
No one knew that Emperor Yongzheng had really died. They just thought he was faking his death. Because coming back to life was too shocking, Emperor Yongzheng also planned to keep it a secret, so he took the blame for faking his death.
So he acted like a scoundrel, was shameless, and pestered Yin Zheng, using every possible means to stay in Yin's house. In order to atone for his sins, he replaced Yin Zheng and became the one who cooked.
Emperor Yongzheng held the burnt pancake in his mouth and squinted his eyes. It had been three days, but he still hadn't coaxed Jiaojiao. It seemed that he was really, really angry!
However, thinking of Jiaojiao's thin little face, Emperor Yongzheng pursed his lips and felt very unhappy. He had spent three years raising her to fatten her up, but how could she become so thin!
Yin Zheng, who was sitting in the corridor, glanced at Jiaojiao who was secretly glancing into the kitchen, reached out and poked his fleshless face, wondering expressionlessly whether Huo Youqi could hide from Jiaojiao and put a sack on him and beat him up since he was no longer the emperor.
"Dad." Jiaojiao looked up at her father, reached out to smooth his frown, and after nestling in his arms and rubbing her head against him, she looked up at him with sparkling eyes and said, "Jiaojiao is trying hard to eat. She ate two big bowls of rice for lunch today. Jiaojiao will gain weight back. Don't worry, okay?"
As she spoke, she rested her chin on her father's hand, looked up at him and blinked her big eyes.
Yin Zheng looked down at Jiaojiao and suddenly remembered that when he was sick, he was afraid that he would worry, so he drank the medicine even though it was so bitter that he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose, but he pretended it was not bitter at all and drank it, with a smile on his face all the time.
I laughed more times during that period than I usually do in a month.
Yin Zheng touched Jiaojiao's face, slid behind his ear, and stopped at the back of his round head. He pressed him into his arms with a little force and said in a low voice, "You don't have to be so obedient."
"You can be a little more willful and not so obedient."
He is his father. No matter what he is like, he will spoil him and love him, so... you don't have to be so obedient!
Jiaojiao blinked, as if he was a little confused and at a loss. He opened his mouth and said subconsciously: "But...but, a good child is one who is well behaved, and will not..." be abandoned.
"No."
Yin Zheng held him in his arms, resting his chin on his head. Every word he spoke was as solemn as a vow: "I will never abandon Jiaojiao, and I will never stop loving Jiaojiao, no matter what Jiaojiao looks like."
Little Jiaojiao was stunned for a long time, as if a pair of broad and warm hands pushed away the shadow that he had long forgotten, allowing the sunlight to fall on the dark and damp corner, shining on a small seedling, and erected a high wall for it with his hands to block all the wind and frost.
Jiaojiao suddenly shuddered, looked up at his father, and stared into his father's eyes, which scared many people. After a long moment, he raised his hand and said, "Pink pinky promise."
Yin Zheng looked down at him, bent his little finger, and carefully hooked it around Jiaojiao's hand.
The sunlight shone through the shade of the trees onto the two of them in patches. The tall and fierce figure was still protecting the child he had picked up, and the child was still relying on him as always.
At night, Jiaojiao quietly came to the side room, stood on tiptoe, grasped the windowsill with her little hands, and stretched her head to look inside.
Her eyes fell on Huo Youqi who was sleeping on the bed. Jiaojiao looked at him carefully for a long time. After confirming that he was really there, she breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave.
Huo Youqi, who had already woken up in the room, turned over and jumped out of the window, hugged the peeping thief who was about to escape, and smiled at Jiaojiao's shocked eyes: "Look, I caught a little peeping thief!"
"Not a thief."
"Isn't it a thief who came to spy on me?"
Jiaojiao, unable to find words to say, turned her head away angrily without saying anything.
Emperor Yongzheng looked at Jiaojiao for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and pinched Jiaojiao's thin face. He squatted down and took him into his arms. For the first time in his life, he admitted defeat: "Uncle was wrong. I shouldn't have lied to you."
He expected Jiaojiao to be sad, but he didn't expect her to be so sad, so sad that even Yin Zheng and Xie Shuyu were helpless.
From the moment he came back, he knew that Jiaojiao had been secretly watching him.
On the night he just came back, Jiaojiao quietly came to the window, tiptoed to the windowsill and looked at him for a long time with great effort, her eyes never blinking, as if she was afraid that he would disappear from her sight in the blink of an eye.
It was not until that moment that the slow, dull pain began to spread from his limbs to his bones, squeezing his heart and weighing heavily on his mind, causing him to subconsciously avoid it for three days.
He seemed to have misjudged his importance in Jiaojiao's heart, so he used unscrupulous lies to cut a hole in the heart of a child who carefully kept him in her heart.
He touched Jiaojiao's thin shoulders, which were a little uncomfortable. His heart suddenly ached for a moment, and his nose couldn't help but feel sore.
"Uncle." A very serious voice came from his arms. Huo Youqi looked down and saw Jiaojiao raised her hand and gently grasped the clothes on her chest.
"Uncle, don't lie to Jiaojiao anymore."
There was a stubborn seriousness in Jiaojiao's dark eyes.
"Well, I won't lie anymore." Huo Youqi said, stretching out his hand: "Make a pinky promise."
Today he saw Jiaojiao and Yin Zheng make a pinky promise.
Jiaojiao turned her head away: "No."
"Laugh."
"don't want."
"You've already made a promise with Yin Zheng today!"
"Dad never lied to Jiaojiao."
"Only those who have cheated need to sign a promise as a pledge. Why would someone who hasn't lied sign a promise?"
"No."
In the end, Huo Youqi forced Jiaojiao to pull his hand over and hook the knot.
After sending Jiaojiao back to her room, Huo Youqi glanced towards Yin Zheng's room nonchalantly.
His uncle must have everything that Yin Zheng has. Sooner or later, he will kick Yin Zheng out of the first place in Jiaojiao's heart and take his place!
Two months had passed when Huo Shian learned that Huo Youqi was still alive. He felt a little apprehensive. Power can be addictive, not to mention that the position he sat on was not second only to one person but above ten thousand people. Anyone who sat on this supreme position would probably not want to come down.
The fact that Emperor Yongzheng was not dead made him think more.
However, just when he was still frowning and thinking, he learned that Emperor Yongzheng, Yin Zheng, Xie Shuyu and Jiaojiao had gone to the desert outside the border to play!
He also received various special foods and letters from Jiaojiao. The letters described how they encountered sand bandits, rescued several caravans, and rode camels. Along with the letters came seventy, eighty, or ninety paintings. Looking at the paintings, he saw the arrogant face of Emperor Yongzheng and the smug deer face of Youyou.
Huo Shi'an, his eyes black from reviewing memorials, gnashed his teeth and slammed his fist on the table in impotent rage. Great! To dump the crushing burden of Dayong on him, his uncle, the elder, actually faked his own death and escaped, and even abducted his left prime minister and regent to go out for a feast while he was toiling away reviewing memorials day and night?!
He was originally puzzled as to why Uncle Yin and Uncle Xie both took two months of sick leave? So this was the reason!
When Huo Shian thought that he had not yet seen the beautiful mountains and rivers of Dayong, had not yet been reckless in furs and horses, and was about to be trapped in this position forever, trapped in this capital city, he could not help but feel sad and slammed the table.
Ahhh, he's so pissed off!!!
Bastard uncle!!!
Liu Xingzhi, who was also left in the capital and had to deal with some urgent matters for Xie Shuyu and Yin Zheng, took a deep breath and suppressed his inner irritability.
Good job, Xie Shuyu, you're playing this trick on him, right? If you don't keep you in the capital next time to let me go out, I'll take your surname!
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