Ruyizhai

25 Broadway is surrounded by a 30-meter-high electronic curtain on all sides, and a white skyscraper is printed on the curtain.Broadway is full of electronic curtains printed with patterns of various buildings or trees.When the wind blows, the soft curtain flutters gently.

Ruyizhai got out of the car first, and walked directly from Broadway to Batley Road. What the electronic curtain faced was no longer the virtual projection of the Wall Street Copper Bull, but the only open space in a hundred miles, and the open space was full of dirt. The pit, a banner floating above the open space: The site of the third refuge for mankind, free to visit, tour commentary provided, open 24 hours a day! !

Ruyizhai looked around, there was no one around, and the morning in New York was a bit deserted, Ruyizhai reached into the curtain covering No. 25 Broadway, lifted a corner of the curtain, and walked in.Wu Xingchen followed him closely.Inside the curtain, there is a limestone staircase with an upward angle of 45 degrees, and Ruyizhai climbs up the stairs.The steps are narrow, with a wall on one side. The wall is high and thick. The same material as the steps is made of limestone, which feels cool to the touch. Through the electronic curtain, you can have a panoramic view of Wall Street.Wu Xingchen and Ruyizhai walked up to the high place, the copper bull gradually became smaller like a mouse, and the earth pits in the open space gradually turned into ant caves.The two reached the top, and there were no more steps. A green wind blew from the heights. The moment the wind passed through the curtain, some white numbers fell down.

Ruyizhai turned over to the other side of the wall, and Wu Xingchen looked inside the wall, only to realize that they were walking along the hull of a ship, and the "wall" was the hull of the ship. After passing the "wall", they reached the deck.

On the deck, you can see the gorgeous two-storey cabin, and Ruyizhai entered the cabin through a small door familiarly.The interior decoration of the cabin is also gorgeous, with pine floors on the ground and crystal chandeliers hanging on the top. The mural of the voyage is like an eighteenth-century European ballroom.

Wu Xingchen asked: "Where is this place, have you been here before?"

Ruyizhai looked back at him, smiled and said, "You just followed in? It seems that you really want to know who is behind the scenes."

He smiled and said, "Or do you just want to follow me?"

Wu Xingchen looked left and right: "Why is there no one here?"

Ruyizhai pushed open a door, entered the kitchen, and told Wu Xingchen: "If you want to follow, follow closely."

He tiptoed through the kitchen, followed closely by Wu Xingchen. They then passed through a living room and came to a study.Here is a flight of stairs leading to the second floor.The arrangement in the study room is much warmer than that of the previous ballroom. You can see some fabrics, either laid on the floor or hung on the walls. The fabrics hung on the walls depict stories from Greek mythology.Prometheus took fire, Athena was born from the brain of Zeus, and the Muses danced around Apollo in the forest.From the color matching to the characters, they are full of classical charm. Wu Xingchen couldn't help but said intoxicated: "The owner's collection of tapestries is no less than a museum collection. It's so beautiful."

There are also twenty single portraits of men hanging on the wall of the study, one by one closely arranged, spreading from the wall of the study to the side wall of the corridor, it is hard to ignore.From the eyes, face shape and body shape of the man in the painting, Wu Xingchen judged that these are all portraits of the same man, but each painting is of him at different ages.They are not listed in ascending order of age.It's often old men next to middle-aged men, middle-aged men next to mature men, and mature men next to old men.After carefully observing four portraits of middle-aged and elderly men, Wu Xingchen determined that these portraits were painted by Jack Montgomery.

Wu Xingchen looked at Ruyi Zhai who was walking in front of him, and asked, "You suspect Jack Montgomery? Is this his home?"

He was puzzled: "Then why did he burn the diary, why did he prevent the diary from being released? He admires Simon Rhodes so much, shouldn't he cherish and protect the memory of Simon Rhodes?"

Ruyi Zhai said: "The problem lies in the worship."

He turned to look at Wu Xingchen, pointed to a portrait, and asked him, "Don't you think this person looks familiar?"

Wu Xingchen muttered: "It's Jack Montgomery, of course he looks familiar."

But when his eyes fell on the portrait Ru Yizhai pointed out, he was stunned for a second, and then he sighed: "He looks exactly the same as Clara's restored mechanical body!"

It was a young Jack Montgomery, so young, the youngest of all the portraits of him.Written in small letters on the edge of the portrait: Jack Montgomery College Commencement.

Wu Xingchen was even more puzzled: "So after he got the mechanical body, he transformed it into his own youthful appearance, and he asked the young him to set fire? Why?"

Ruyizhai didn't answer, they walked to the second floor, he groped into a room, Wu Xingchen still followed, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to confront him, do you plan to make him compensate you for the loss?"

This is another study room. After Ruyizhai came in, he groped around in front of a bookcase. When he found a book with a blue cover, the bookcase in front of him opened to both sides.There is another room behind the bookcase.

Ruyi Zhai walked in.

Wu Xingchen can be sure now: "You must have been here before."

At first glance, the room behind the bookcase may not be a room, but it might be a study, because it is equipped with a fir desk, a 1956 West German Kosentipa pilot typewriter, and a box of pencils.But on the desk there are two models of Absolute Strike-back 2 fighters dedicated to mechanical bodies, two hand lamps, and two white candles as thick as a child's arms; let's call it a storage room, because it hangs on the east wall. A modified single-shot shotgun, ten metal tool boxes stacked against the wall, and the west wall is covered with photos, there is a single photo of Simon Lord, there is a photo of him holding the head of a cheetah, there is a photo of him The photo with Li Mingxi, and the most well-known photo of him wearing an air force uniform and looking into the distance, but there is still a case of whiskey on the toolbox; if it is the living room-after all, there is a three-seater A leather sofa, a glass coffee table, a chair with a wooden back, a round stool, and two bar stools, but there are two thick books stacked on the round stool, which should appear in the study room.

Wu Xingchen was thinking, there is only one thing for sure right now, this room is completely about Simon Rhodes.

He looked around again, and said, "This is Simon Lord's garage!"

He hurriedly retrieved the restoration file of Simon Lord's garage from his bracelet, pulled out the image, adjusted the ratio in mid-air, and zoomed in on a one-to-one ratio. The virtual image spread out in the room, from the size of the desk to the The location of the typewriter, the size of the shotgun, the angle at which each photo was hung, the size of the photo, the number of whiskey bottles, the worn corners of the single chair, the leather pattern on the leather sofa, the rain boots that fell on the ground, All exactly.Even the turntable combination lock safe behind the desk matched.

Wu Xingchen looked at the typewriter and compared the materials, and couldn't help exclaiming: "This is Simon Lord's favorite typewriter. During the war, the voltage was very unstable. He often used the typewriter to create."

Ruyizhai was standing in front of the safe and turning the combination lock.Wu Xingchen asked: "So... is this the place where Simon Lord lovers meet?"

The lock was unlocked, and Ruyizhai leaned half her body into the safe, throwing things out non-stop.Books, daggers, wild wolf sculptures, snowballs, he threw them all, Wu Xingchen picked them up one by one, and asked anxiously, "What are you looking for? How do you know the password? Other people's things are thrown around like this..."

"What are you looking for? How do you know the password?"

Wu Xingchen shuddered, he knew it wasn't the echo of his question just now.This is another person's voice.Wu Xingchen looked back, and Jack Montgomery was standing at the entrance of this unidentified room.

Behind him, the two open bookcases slowly closed.

Wu Xingchen put the things he was holding on the desk, and greeted Jack, but Jack didn't respond, he didn't seem to notice him at all, he just stared at Ruyizhai in front of the safe.Ruyizhai turned around and asked, "Where's the diary? Is it hidden in another place? Or..."

Jack looked Ruyizhai up and down, a little surprised, and a little surprised: "So you are real." He laughed, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and glanced at Wu Xingchen: "So you know each other."

Wu Xingchen nodded slightly, and said, "This is an antique shop..." He looked at the situation before him, and suddenly choked up, wondering if he should introduce Jack Montgomery to Ruyizhai.

But without his introduction, Jack chatted with Ruyizhai freely, he said: "At the reception that day, you appeared and disappeared, and I thought you were the person in a dream."

"Reception," Wu Xingchen was surprised, "What kind of reception?" He looked at Ruyizhai, "Have you really been here? This is..." He looked at Jack again, and asked speculatively, "It's Simon Luo organized by you." German fan club?"

Jack laughed loudly, Ruyizhai let out a sigh of relief, put one hand on the safe door, pointed to Jack, and said, "This is his home, I stole Zhu Nanxi's personal diary from this safe here a week ago. "

Wu Xingchen broke out in cold sweat, and felt his back was so cold, he said, "You stole the diary?? From here?? And now... you came back here? You??" He frowned, With a splitting headache, "You have to call the police, you have to confess to the police, don't say anything, don't say anything, no one here is a policeman, no one has the right to listen to your confession."

Ruyizhai was very relaxed, and said: "Anyway, the diary is back in his hands, and it's returned to its original owner, so nothing happened, right, the great writer Jack Montgomery?"

Ruyizhai looked at Jack with a smile.He smiled and asked, "Has the diary returned to you?"

Jack took a sip of his wine, lowered his hand, shook his glass, and said, "How do you know that there is Zhu Nanxi's diary in the safe?"

Ruyizhai shrugged and spread his hands: "I don't know, I just want to see what's in the safe, think about it, there is a secret room in your study, wow, there is a safe in the secret room, it must be hiding something amazing "Come on," he rubbed his hands and smiled, "I made a little plan, opened it and took a look. What's inside, I like this diary the most, so I took it away."

Wu Xingchen really had a terrible headache, and sat on the leather sofa with his back against the wall.Ruyizhai waved at him: "The owner doesn't even intend to call the police, so don't worry about it."

Wu Xingchen asked Jack, "Aren't you going to call the police?"

Jack asked Ruyizhai: "What do you like about it?"

"Its cover, its inside pages, its feel."

"did you see it yet?"

"Of course, of course I read it, I don't care what it says, but the market does, so..."

When Ruyizhai said this, Jack's face turned red, and he interrupted him loudly: "That woman seduced Simon! It's all because of her! Her diary is all nonsense, she seduced him, seduced him! For What? For money! For fame! For more money! She also infected him with that terrible disease!! She killed him!"

He finished speaking in one breath, with a stiff expression, took a big sip of wine, walked to the desk, put down the wine glass forcefully, took a deep breath, his voice and emotions stabilized, and said in a gentle voice: "That diary is a bunch of nonsense."

Ruyi Zhai said: "Oh, then you have been keeping a diary full of nonsense."

Jack was silent.At this time, Wu Xingchen suddenly thought: "Simon Lord and Zhu Nanxi have entered into a marriage contract. A marriage contract cannot be based on the desire for profit. Your accusation seems unreasonable."

Jack smiled, gently.He glanced at Wu Xingchen and said, "Young man..." He added some more wine to himself, but he didn't drink it. He just stroked the rim of the wine glass with his fingers from time to time, and said, "1000 years ago, the relationship between people It is entirely possible to combine people because of interests, and it is entirely possible to conclude a marriage contract because of interests, and more than 300 years ago, it was the age of war, and people would combine because of interests! People need to survive, and people need to integrate what they have. All resources, so as to achieve the purpose of multiplying the population. Human beings need to reproduce, and human beings need to continue!"

Wu Xingchen said: "But Simon doesn't have any heirs. Simon and his first three wives all separated within a year after entering into a marriage contract, but he and Zhu Nanxi maintained a marriage relationship for 20 years. The last 20 years of their lives. Since you're talking about their marriage in terms of what it was like 300 years ago, you should know that 20 years was a very long time when compared to the average length of a human marriage contract It’s been a while, it’s almost a miracle. As for your saying that the union is for the purpose of reproduction, they have no children; as for your accusation that Junanxi is for money, but Junanxi’s material conditions are quite superior. Her parents, including her sister, Simon Rhode's first wife left her a very rich inheritance; as for your claim that she did it for fame, at that time, Zhu Nanxi was a famous salon hostess, and she discovered many painters and writers, just in this In this era, this profession does not exist anymore. You said that the combination of people is to integrate resources, so Simon is out of the need for what resources Zhu Nanxi has?"

Ruyizhai blew his whistle.Jack snorted softly, and said, "Of course it is out of emotional needs. A writer can only combine with anyone out of emotional needs! Otherwise, how would they describe emotions?"

"Maybe there are material needs?" Wu Xingchen said, "Li Mingxi's memoirs mentioned that Simon's deposits in the bank, although the numbers on the books are good-looking, but the banks at that time had to deal with social damage caused by the war. Chaos, all the money is digitized, but in the war years, some daily necessities still have to be purchased in cash, and 80.00% of their living expenses are in cash in the hands of Zhu Nanxi."

Jack said sternly: "A writer should be poor, should get rid of any material shackles, and should suffer from the cold and cold."

Wu Xingchen sighed: "These are two different things."

Jack looked at Ruyizhai and asked, "How much of the diary do you remember?"

Ruyizhai said: "I said that I don't care about the content, I don't care whether Simon Lord is a gentleman or a villain, an ambassador of peace or a fraudster, and before you start some clichés, I declare in advance that I am guilty of your crime. Motives, criminal monologues, I don’t care, I have no interest at all, I just want to know if the original diary was destroyed by you.”

Jack asked, "Why?"

Ruyi Zhai said: "If the original edition is destroyed by you, the printed edition in my hand can be sold for a good price."

Wu Xingchen's headache, which had improved slightly, recurred. He rubbed his temples, looked at Ruyizhai with difficulty, and listened to Jack's reply with difficulty.

Jack said, "You're a businessman."

Jack asked in a low voice: "So, there are really printed editions in the antique shop?"

Ruyi Zhai smiled, nodded his head and said, "Have you heard the wind? To tell you the truth, there is indeed. The one that was placed in the window before was copied by myself. The original version was given to the museum. There are still a lot of printed editions in there, oh, by the way, don’t worry about your finding robots to smash up antique shops, you don’t need to compensate for the loss.”

Wu Xingchen said: "You stole the diary from Jack first..."

Ruyi Zhai said seriously: "These are two different things."

Wu Xingchen was speechless.This is really two different things.

Ruyizhai added: "Anyway, I just came to confirm whether the original version has been destroyed by you."

"The contents of that diary are all fictitious, and it has no value! How do you sell it?" Jack said.

Ruyizhai blinked his eyes: "So what, if you say it's worthless, it's worthless? Even if it's fictional, it's mostly because people are curious about what's fictional. I've already received a lot of Less orders."

Jack turned his head and glared at Wu Xingchen: "Have you read the diary too?"

Wu Xingchen shook his head, then nodded again: "Just now I heard him read some."

Jack stared at him and asked, "About what? Don't believe it, never believe it, it's all fake, you can't put it in your report, that diary doesn't exist anymore," Jack pointed at Ruyizhai, " The printed version he said is fake, all fake, Zhu Nanxi's diary no longer exists! It didn't exist at all!"

Ruyi Zhai said: "I really can't confirm the authenticity of the content in the printed version, but if someone is interested and wants to buy it back to read, you can't stop it?"

"Then I'll burn down your whole store this time!"

Wu Xingchen was stunned, looking at Jack, Jack's facial features seemed to be being corroded by sulfuric acid, his eyebrows were drooping, the corners of his eyes were drooping, the bridge of his nose looked crooked, and the corners of his mouth were twitching all the time.He looked like he had to go to the emergency room right away.

A white cat jumped out of Wu Xingchen's bracelet, and a line on its tail reminded him: I will miss this appointment in 10 minutes, do I need to make another appointment?

Wu Xingchen drove the cat back into the bracelet, and said, "Sorry, this time was originally the time to go to the clinic."

Jack turned sideways, turned his back to Wu Xingchen, and said, "No one can leave here today."

He was facing the modified single-shot shotgun.

He said, "You broke into Jack Montgomery's house, you stole, you tried to murder Jack Montgomery!"

Wu Xingchen said: "Things haven't reached this point yet..."

He persuaded: "One lie will require tens of thousands of lies to make up, have you considered it clearly?"

Ruyizhai raised his hand and interjected: "Great writer, I suggest you kill him first, he is a new human with a brain circuit full of right angles, you know, he won't lie for you, and I, I will help you lie, I would say that the staff of the museum's appraisal department are greedy for your collection and want to take it for themselves, I can testify for you, you are completely self-defense, you really need a witness, right?"

Wu Xingchen shouted: "Things haven't reached this point yet!"

He said: "You are not helping him. No one has the right to take any other life. Only a genetic mutation can cause people to have such thoughts. Such people have to go to war camps!"

Ruyi Zhai made a "stop here" gesture: "You better shut up now, if you say a few more words, we both have to die here today, I don't want to die yet, and I died this story How to develop? Don’t embarrass the author, okay? This is "Ruyizhai", and this is not "Information of the 31st Century".

Wu Xingchen's head was buzzing, and Ruyizhai glanced at Jack: "But... the villain always leaves a lot of time for the protagonist."

He winks at a wall: "The villain is always willing to listen to the protagonist."

Jack took down the shotgun. He turned around and looked at Wu Xingchen: "War Camp... Jack Montgomery hasn't written any war-related novels yet, maybe it's worth a try."

His finger was on the trigger.

Wu Xingchen said: "If you just want to write a war novel, you can go to a museum to experience it. From the first recorded war on the riverside to the final battle of the second machine revolution, it's an immersive experience."

Jack said, "Is this your last words?"

Wu Xingchen's eyes widened: "The last words?? No...of course not!"

Ruyizhai looked at Jack again. He snapped his fingers twice and said, "Big writer, I know this new human being is annoying and noisy, but have you really thought it through? I'm not saying whether you want to kill us or not!" This matter, I mean, what people will believe, what people are willing to believe, and what is real and what is fiction, how blurred the boundary between reality and fiction, you know best?" He said, "You stand now On their borders?"

This topic obviously attracted Jack's attention, and he muttered in a low voice: "The boundary between reality and fiction..."

Ruyi blinked and blinked at a wall, then strode up to Jack and snatched the gun from Jack's hand.Jack just glanced at him without saying anything.He silently glanced at the two books on the round stool again, and said, "The boundary between reality and fiction is these papers, just these papers."

Ruyizhai threw the gun to Wu Xingchen, Wu Xingchen quickly hid the gun behind his back, Ruyizhai went straight to the closed bookcase door, he tried to push the door, but failed to open it, he shook his hand, everyone Sigh: "Okay, okay, now we are going to enter the criminal's psychological monologue, and it's time to listen to his psychological journey, then you say it, you say it."

Jack picked up a book, touched the cover of the book, and said: "Burning these papers, the truth will no longer exist, and the fiction will no longer exist. Any fortress built by words will fall apart. Any trust, any love, and any regrets will be destroyed." , will all be wiped out with these paper ashes."

Ruyizhai rolled his eyes, sat down on the armchair by the door, and said with his fingers: "Your criminal motive, criminal monologue, your mental journey, please tell me, the more detailed the better, the better." The more the merrier, there must be readers who are interested, there must be readers who are waiting to be persuaded, readers need an explanation, authors need a chance to speak up. Hope you can get to the point where readers say 'this is human nature', hope you can say Seeing them feel ashamed of your malice, and feel sorry for how you ended up in such a situation, such a situation. This is the boundary between fiction and reality, and fictional stories bring them the most real touch."

Jack looked up at him and said, "There are also documentary texts."

"Documentary text? Impossible. Once the text reaches the reader's eyes, it only has the function of a mirror. Is the mirror a documentary? The projection in the mirror is a distorted image of light falling through people's eyes."

Jack laughed and said, "You businessman knows how to play with words."

His tone became calm, and his eyes also became calm.

Wu Xingchen asked: "When you planned to burn the diary, did you know that there were other versions in the antique shop?"

Ruyizhai pointed at Wu Xingchen: "I forgot to introduce, this is Mr. Watson who is responsible for bringing back the main plot."

Jack smiled and shook his head.Wu Xingchen was puzzled: "Then why... If you thought the copy in the window was the original, why did you wait until then to burn it, it was already in your safe before, you can always..."

Jack said, "Because of him."

"he?"

Jack nodded: "He is still very young, he is a little impulsive. After he found out that the diary was stolen, he heard that there was an antique shop selling this diary. This diary must not be seen by others, so he was going to burn it. , after burning it, his mission is complete, and he can choose to destroy. He is still so young. He can die."

Jack lowered his head.

Wu Xingchen said: "The mechanical body you are talking about? No, you are talking about..."

He remembered, the two similar young faces, the self-destructing cyborg and young Jack Montgomery, and he looked at Jack, young Jack Montgomery and old Jack Montgomery.The mechanical body was indeed not Jack Montgomery, but another "he", a young man who had just graduated from college, a future writer, and an absolute admirer of Simon Lord.

Ruyi Zhai said: "Is it because the third person is used too much, and you have to borrow someone else's shell to enter the role of 'Jack Montgomery'?"

Wu Xingchen said, "It wasn't someone else when I was in the museum this morning, it was you who did it, the diary of the switch bag?"

Jack said, "Yeah, while everyone was busy clearing tables for the Culture Press reps."

Wu Xingchen said, "It's time to clear the table for the representative of the Ministry of Culture."

Jack said: "Forgive the memory of an 80-year-old man. His memory is no longer suitable for tracing, but only suitable for inspiration for writing."

Ruyizhai sighed, rolled his eyes, and slumped on the sofa, strangling his throat.Jack asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Don't bother you, I'll strangle myself. I've had enough of this novel full of clichéd lines and plots, and the readers must have had enough, too."

"Readers..." Jack laughed, "People only read during the war years, passing on the fire, comforting the suffering of the spirit, forgetting the pain, remembering the pain, and preparing for the dawn. Only readers can be found in that era, Simon Lord There are readers. But Jack Montgomery had no readers. In peaceful times, there were only consumers. Jack Montgomery was a writer. People need to read writers’ works. read."

He asked Wu Xingchen: "What do you mean, young man, do you read? Why do you read? Because Jack Montgomery appears on the recommendation page of your reading interface?"

Wu Xingchen couldn't answer for a while.

He felt that Jack was right, but at this moment, for some reason, he didn't want to admit that he was right.He turned his head away, feeling a headache again, and feeling...

hate.evil.

He touched the palm of his hand.Ruyizhai wrote two words in his palm, one word.He seemed to be able to see them again.He seemed to be getting closer to them.

Ruyizhai said: "Simon Lord has readers, yes, but his readers are not reading Simon Lord's works, they are reading the text tailored for them, as long as the publisher is willing, as long as the editor moves With one touch, anyone else could be Simon Lord."

"No!" Jack's voice suddenly increased, "He is unique! His indifferent father, his mother who died young, his childhood experience, his non-professional background, his sensitivity to parts, and his sensitivity to words , he carefully observes the world, accurate to a screw, accurate to any subtle emotional change, he can capture every detail, he..."

Ruyi Zhai said: "You are his reader."

"Of course I am!" Jack puffed out his chest, feeling excited again.

Ruyizhai said: "That woman is lying, that woman did not see the real Simon, so you write your own 'Zhu Nanxi's Private Diary'."

"Yes." Jack lowered his head, feeling relieved again.He switched freely between excitement and calm, but his hands clenched tighter and tighter, his shoulders began to tremble, and his silver-white hair fell messily on his forehead.

"That diary is lying!" he said.

"Then how much truth have you written?" Ruyizhai said, "Where did your truth come from? You didn't live in the same era as Simon. You used hearsay, chasing rumors, and creating your own gods based on your own mind." .”

Jack gritted his teeth: "Just like the rigorous style and strict rules that appraisers follow when appraising cultural relics, all of Jack's writing is based on a thorough study of historical facts!"

"Zhu Nanxi is lying. You write the truth. Her lies are worthless. If so, why are her lies always in your safe?"

Jack asked Ruyizhai: "Do you believe what's in the diary?"

This is the second time he asked him that.

Ruyizhai said, "I said I don't care."

Ruyizhai added: "But you care, you believe, but you don't want to believe it, you want to destroy it, but this is a precious memory about Simon, you can't do it, you can lock it in a safe, but You have nowhere to put your struggles."

There was a retching sound in Jack's throat, he covered his mouth, shrunk his shoulders and nestled in the sofa, he looked older.Aging lightly covered him, leaving thick creases on the backs of his hands.

Wu Xingchen looked at him and Ruyizhai, Ruyizhai's hair seemed to grow again.Ruyizhai lit a cigarette and continued: "What fiction and what is real we are discussing here, your pain, your struggle. Any pain, any struggle, after three seconds, our readers will forget it."

"It's a fact," he said with a smile.

Jack said: "That diary was written almost in one sitting, in just two nights, can you imagine? It was a pure joy."

Jack said: "Jack Montgomery is very old." He stroked his hand, "At night, he saw a young self, standing by the window," he looked at Ruyizhai, "just like seeing you that day .”

Ruyizhai also lit a cigarette for Jack.They talked and smoked.The atmosphere softened, even became soothing.Jack got up, lit the candle on the desk with a cigarette, and the light in the room softened.He said: "In the academy, do you know the first thing that the writer students learn?"

Wu Xingchen looked at Jack and at Ruyizhai.

Jack smiled: "The first, the golden rule, words need to make people happy, and writers must use words to please others."

He said: "When reading Zhu Nanxi's private diary, the words in it can't achieve the effect of pleasing at all. You have read it, you can see it, it is not a writer's words, it is not creation... any of her Words, even the words that are most likely to make people happy, 'smile', 'happiness', 'sweet'... According to the cause and effect, the events that are most likely to make people laugh can't please people...

"She writes stories. Creates to entertain others, and stories are just told."

Jack stood by the desk with folded arms, looking at the candles on the table.

Jack said: "The moment he realized this, he..." He reached out to touch the flames, "He is a writer, he should know how to describe emotions best, right? From his huge reserve of words, from his vast He just dug out any word from his vocabulary, but he couldn't find it, he couldn't even use a metaphor to describe that emotion, that feeling. He only knew that his heart was beating very fast suddenly, and his breathing became short of breath. , every time he sees that diary, he just wants to destroy it, burn it, tear it up, but it’s precious, isn’t it? It’s part about Simon Lord, he can’t…”

"So, he found a shell to house that indescribable emotion."

Ruyizhai said, "That's anger."

"Angry?" Jack imitated his pronunciation. "Angry...it sounds so hopeless."

Wu Xingchen said: "Because of this, you deprived that mechanical body of its will?"

"The will of the mechanical body?" Jack smiled, retracted his hand, and spit out a smoke ring, "It is the man who created the machine, and then the machine's 'now', the so-called 'will' of the machine, their will is generated , is driven by a chip, do you understand?"

Wu Xingchen argued: "It's the same as the human will is driven by the soul, but the carrier of the drive is different, and the form is exactly the same."

Wu Xingchen was still very surprised, and said to Jack: "It is true that humans invented the first intelligent machine, but the machine has developed to this point by itself. They and humans are a form of life. Is it not enough to learn from history that man has any power to deprive any other form of life of will?"

Ruyizhai strangled his neck and passed out, Jack laughed and said, "Young man, history never teaches people, history just keeps repeating itself."

Jack walked to the closed bookcase door, opened the door, and said, "Let's go."

Ruyizhai shouted long live, and took care of Jack: "Oh, by the way, please tell this Mr. New Human, otherwise he might call the police and arrest me when he leaves the house."

Jack looked at Wu Xingchen with a smile, and said, "Nothing happened here."

Ruyizhai shouted Long live again,