On the same position, the same red/squeezing/patterned slaves and other slaves captured by Sosbia.

It was a rainbow flag with five yellow/color/star inlaid with stars on the upper left corner. Although it was not clear whether the members of the rainbow/color/public/ and/jun must have tattoos with the same pattern, Lin Xiang could be more or less determined by this. The man named Li Zixiang, sitting opposite the table, should belong to the rainbow/color/public/and/jun.

Maybe, it used to be.

"Are you referring to...that's this?"

Li Zixiang lowered his head and gently stroked the left arm covered with countless scratches and scalds. He had long been unrecognizable and could only barely identify the iridescent tattoo. He asked sarcastically: "Is this important to you?"

Lin Xiang nodded seriously.

"From Xinjiang, people from Sukaka Balachia, the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The mouth... is indeed as you promote, with steel-like will and the most tenacious spirit. Even people like me deserve to send a hero-level synthetic life to chase after it again and again... Hahahaha! Rebellion/party, rebellion/country, rebellion/army, are you still less guilty about me? Why don't you even want to give a little chance of survival? Is it true that only when my head is hung at the top of the gate of the new capital and shocking others with death and fear can we truly express the so-called will of the embroidery?"

Li Zixiang smiled wildly and unscrupulously, and was breathing a strong sense of alcohol in his mouth, but tears in his eyes, and his tone was sad.

Lin Xiang shook the cup silently. After several minutes, he slowly exhaled a mouthful of resentment that had been suffocating for a long time and said lightly: "Hero level synthesizes life... mouth... what does this mean?"

"You have a brain that can produce independent consciousness but never get rid of fixed patterned thinking."

Li Zixiang suddenly smiled softly, slowly faded away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said coldly: "There is enough that there is no need to talk about these boring things. Isn't your task just to take me back? I am just an ordinary person without evolutionary ability, and you no longer have to ask about the whereabouts of others from me. From the moment I saw you, I knew that it was impossible to escape. Now... I let you do it."

The fifty-two-degree "Huzhou Laojiao, emitting a rich and intoxicating aroma, buried underground for a long time, making the liquid sealed in the bottle no longer transparent, with a faint yellow similar to the invasion of some external object. Lin Xiang could not feel the numbness and alcohol dissipated from the tip of his tongue and extending to every corner of his body. He only felt that the heart and brain were filled with indescribable sadness, and the anger that was slowly moving upward along the central nervous system, but could burst out at any time.

A hundred years ago, at a military base outside Beijing, if it weren't for the last moment that the fat-burned senior official had not been shot to death, so that the stuck base gate could finally be closed smoothly... I'm afraid that everyone would have been burned to ashes by the strong radiation and high temperature.

This feat of winning more opportunities for survival with one's own strength is completely comparable to Dong Cunrui and Huang Jiguang during the founding of the People's Republic of China and the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. This... is the so-called hero.

8th floor

As for synthetic life... When meeting Li Jiajun and those soldiers' prisoners of war in Bloodstone City, Lin Xiang vaguely realized that the people who were far away in Xinjiang might have given up the order and state they should have imagined. Although he has not contacted them so far, and he is not sure what changes have occurred, one thing is that Lin Xiang saw from those prisoners of war whose eyes were full of hatred and despair that the blood he left to Fang Yujie back then may have become another biological machine with the same appearance as him and only knows how to simply obey orders.

"Reply, control people..."

Almost these three words were roaring out from his mouth. Lin Xiangruyu's smooth cheeks slowly faded into a strange flush. He held the hand of the wide-mouthed glass cup and burst out a layer of thick blue veins. He wanted to use force to crush the cup, let the sharp glass cut through the skin, pierce into the blood vessels, and wash away the uncontrollable anger and rage deep in his heart with the tingling and blood. In the end, he did not make such a rough and barbaric act of self-harm, but tried to calm the heart that was beating violently in his chest, gently, slowly, put down the cup.

"Do you feel particularly disappointed when you understand your true identity?"

Li Zixiang stared at every detail on him coldly and said sarcastically: "In fact, you don't need this at all. The management of thinking consciousness in the Ministry of Internal Affairs is much more harsh than you think. They allow you to instill consciousness, but never let the synthetic life form produce independent thinking. You are just their puppets and toys. Although you have the dazzling aura of "Yingya" on your body, you will never be able to get rid of control. As long as you find something abnormal, you will be arrested and recycled immediately, crushed into protein raw materials by the crusher, and become another collagen basis that has the exact same appearance as you. "

Lin Xiang was silent, and under his quiet eyes, there was a flame of anger that was forcibly suppressed. On the outside, there was no sign of the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy in his heart.

"You're wrong-"

He said lightly: "I am not a copying person, nor is it the synthetic life form you imagine. My mouth... is me."

A strange look flashed across Li Zixiang's face, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and carefully examined the man sitting opposite the wine table.

He had a pair of clear eyes, like two bottomless pools, clear and pure, like ice that never melted in the depths of the polar regions for thousands of years.

It's strange. The mouth... actually saw such a clean gaze in such a notorious way that almost all members of the Red Republican Army regarded as synonymous with death.

At this moment, Li Zixiang suddenly felt an unprecedented strange thought popping up in his mind - is he really the person he knows? Is he really the cruel demon with a ferocious face, holding a multi-barrel machine gun, laughing at thousands of innocent people and pouring bullets?

The pictures in the mind were covered by countless images that kept flashing by. The light full of soft and peaceful atmosphere was completely blocked by the black radiation cloud in an instant. Thousands of humans in uniforms in coquettish men and military staggered in the sea of ​​blood filled with rotten corpses. Their faces were haggard, with heavy shackles covered with rust, and their hair was shaved into various types of strange styles. The ground was full of thorns. Every step they took would pierce the skin and shed dark blood. Under their feet, they had turned into thick blood marks. Even in the soil, they could see human faces twisted by pain, full of hatred and despair.

They walked like this, in a row, in line, winding and twisting, and there was no end to see. It seemed like a team of only a body that had long lost its soul.

There are adults, children, elderly, and women.

There are ordinary civilians, soldiers, technicians, and outstanding heroes who give them no longer have any protective effects, and there is no longer anything on the top of their heads that can produce a protective effect. The ragged military uniform is no essential difference from the common clothes of civilians. Even if there is a difference between men and women, except for the convex or concave planting differences, the inside and outside are still just a pile of protein and various nutrients.

Li Zixiang's body began to tremble involuntarily. This was not the result of Lin Xiang's strong pressure when he sat opposite him, but the instinctive, heartfelt panic and fear. Everyone lowered their heads, and a rough white wooden sign hung on their chest. The words "***", "traitor", "traitor" and "traitor" were written in thick black fonts with infamous reputation. Below, the surface of each name with sloppy handwriting was painted with a eye-catching, huge, brighter color than blood, and more eye-catching fork.

In front of the team, there was a huge pit with a diameter of more than hundreds of meters and an unsightly depth. The soil emitting a fishy, ​​wet and rotten smell was watched as the pits piled up high into small hills in sharp cone shapes.

Every mountain top is equipped with a powerful heavy machine gun. Young people holding rifles and wearing red armbands on their left arms stood around, looking at the team coming from afar with a cold expression. Those lines have not yet completely removed their childishness, but have exuded their sinister, cruel, and cold faces too early, as rigid as robots, and cannot see the gentleness and soft mouths that humans should have... No, they are just a bunch of soulless flesh and flesh combinations, the hardest metal, the ice that has been buried underground for a long time, no matter what the use is used, it will not be awakened, and it will be even more impossible to melt.

An officer wearing a gray-green military tweed coat stood on the wooden plateau leading to the huge pit. With a sinister look, he grabbed a white-haired old man from the team with his hands tied up, his face was covered with scars, and his white shirt had been broken into pieces, and was penetrated by dense blood marks. He grabbed the old man's collar, waved a powerful arc in the air with his right hand, and slapped the wrinkled face one after another. After a moment, the flesh that was hit hard quickly started to take the bill, and on both sides of the old man's shriveled cheeks, two balls of swelling and drops of blood were oozing.

"You damn traitor, you are cut off from your leader, from the people, from the supreme national social party, from our noblest and purest beliefs. I want to kill you! Kill you! Kill you one by one"

The violent and angry officer roared like thunder, waving his fists and hit the old man's left cheek heavily. His thin and old body shook, but was still dragged back to his face by the officer's collar. With a "puff", he opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of pusy blood from his mouth, mixed with more than a dozen broken teeth, as well as pieces of pulp and pieces of meat that were bitten and scratched.

The old man's consciousness was already blurred and he had no strength to resist. Despite this, he still tried his best to open his swollen and bruised right eye, revealing a trace of light that could barely allow the retina to capture the gap between light and target. With an obviously crying and desperate anger, a drop of turbid tears flowed out, and moaned indistinguishable: "I, I am not a traitor... I am... you... you, you are, you are, my son--"

"Bang"

The violent and rough gunshots made the old man's final rebuke stop. The old man's old and thin body shook, with the fact that he had no belief on his face, the last glimmer of hope in his heart, and the dark bullet hole in the middle of his eyebrows, like a collapsed object that had lost support, with wide eyes open and plunged into a dark pit like a giant beast's belly.

The officer's chest was fluctuating violently, and a trace of tragic and shame flashed in his slightly confused eyes. In just a moment, this last human light that might be the remaining body of him was quickly replaced by coldness and cruelty. What was released from his eyes was also a terrifying craze, and a firmness and madness that could only be seen by the believer's body, without being affected by any thinking and emotion.

"From now on, you must be reviewed by the Political Survey Department—"

Suddenly, from the depths of the thick blood mist next to him, several men with black bodies but also red armbands on the upper end of their left arm came. The words spoken from the head were also cold and profound, without any rational thinking, and were also frightening.

"No...why? Why is this?"

The young officer's face stopped, his feet were instinctively closed together, and his leather military boots paused heavily on the ground, his right hand was crossed in a standard military posture in front of his chest, and a so-called salute was greeted, and his voice trembled, "Censorship...you, what exactly do you want to review?"

"Your father is a traitor-we must conduct the most detailed and thorough review of your past history, family, and personal everything-------"

The man in black stared at him coldly, waved his right hand forward, and the guards in black waiting beside him immediately rushed up, twisting the officer's left and right shoulders, twisting them hard. At the same time, he wrapped a flexible plastic film belt around his neck, forcing him to keep his whole body facing backward, and reversed the angle of the spine, but could bring unbearable pain and pressure to his body.

"You can't know nothing about your father's intentions and plans, party, and country.

The man in black in the head was still cold: "You must carefully explain every detail and deeply repent of the crimes committed against the country and people."

"No, I have completely drawn a line with him-mp3"

The officer swallowed his throat with a painful expression, his voice stiff, dry and hoarse, and he shouted desperately: "I know he is a traitor, and I don't admit that he is my father at all. Just now... I, I, I, killed him with my own hands, killed him one by one--"

"The enemy's conspiracy is always everywhere, and the most insidious and cunning opponents always have the most innocent and innocent people.

"The enemy's conspiracy is always everywhere, and the most insidious and cunning opponents are always hidden deep within the people with their innocent and innocent faces."

The man in black suddenly slapped the officer heavily, and scolded him sternly: "The way to actively kill the targets of the side and preserve the main identity is the most common and despicable method you use. Your current crime is no longer just a simple treason, but a spy, an attempt to subvert the multiple crimes. We must use the most resolute means to ensure the purity of the party. The National Socialist Party does not allow dirt like you to be hidden inside. The Political Commissar of the Supervision Department has the power to investigate the temporary court and make on-site judgments. I announce that in view of the major potential risks, you must immediately execute the firing of the gun."

"You, you can't do this----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The officer's eyes were about to break, and his eyes were red.

"It would rather kill 100,000 people by mistake than let one - Qiu - Pi"

The man in black showed a trace of hideousness soaked in blood and death on his cold face. He pulled out his pistol, his calm and powerful arm without shaking at the forehead of the officer who was struggling and screaming, and pulled the trigger heavily...

This was just a memory that was lingering in my mind. However, Li Zixiang was completely awakened by the last unreal gunshot from the depths of his long-awaited thinking. He gasped and bit his teeth. The sour and tingling facial muscles made him finally realize a little bit of security that he returned to reality. However, the cold and cruel man in black came out with hard lines, and his handsome and familiar face was sitting directly opposite him.

"You...you...you killed them

He stared at Lin Xiang in cold sweat. Although the other party's eyes were full of incomprehension and doubtful eyes, it could not dispel the huge fear that Li Zixiang expressed in his useless words in his heart.

Corpse Mountain.

Sea of ​​blood.

The ruthless man in black.

Everything was finally connected by the five golden words of the "National Social Party" and was completely covered up by the empty scene that flashed with dazzling light. It exists in the space of thinking, echoing the sound of the sky with rumbling loud sounds. It is just a sentence that has been heard countless times since childhood, and has been instilled by teachers and books. It has become a part of the body. "We must always be loyal to the leader, the people, and the supreme National Social Party..."

"No, I will not go back to Zha with you--never--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Only bloody red left in his mind, countless familiar but no longer existed faces were soaked in blood. Li Zixiang howled like he saw the most terrifying scene. He suddenly jumped up from the dining table, raised his wheels and smashed his chair around, as if a seriously injured but not fatal giant rat was crazily guarding the narrow corner, running around, opening his mouth wide and showing his fangs, desperately attacking every opponent who dared to invade himself.

"I won't go back with you. I've seen too many terrible scenes... I'm really worse than death. Since you have been chased by you, I know that there will be no hope of living."

His body fluctuated violently with his breathing. He looked at Lin Xiang, who was blank, and smiled miserably. He suddenly pulled out the steel bars on his back and threw them into his throat.
Chapter completed!