I am invincible after I can read the file

When everything is at your fingertips, the so-called "everything" is just a symbol.

Hans Mou lived in such a world "at your fingertips".

There is no money circulation in this world. It can even be said that the currency they use for circulation is something that existed before the concept of currency was born. When you buy everything, you can pay with limbs, organs, bones and blood, no matter who the above items belong to .

This is a place where cruel primitiveness and modernization are intertwined. Some people will be killed on the street suddenly while walking on the road, and others will either watch or pass by indifferently. Human desires are fully exposed, as if evil is the sprout growing in everyone. Wound around the bone marrow and cannot be removed.

And the superficial death, the blood splattered, and the stumps rolled down are not important.

"As long as you don't reveal your real name, you won't die completely." Hans spit out the mouthwash in front of the pool, stared at the strange face in the mirror for a while, and then touched his eyes, "I don't like this very much... ...Go back and replace it."

He left the sink, returned to his living room, stared at the blood stains on the window, a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes: "There must be some violent gene of inferior people hidden in these guys!"

About a few days ago when he was taking a nap, a group of people "murdered" a black guy in front of his window, but their behavior was purely to vent their anger. In this city, people who are killed can choose to [repair the body for free ][For these two solutions, the use of violence is purely like some low-level people who bite their prey, and Hans doesn't like it.

He curled his lips, and even suspected that the young man wanted to get a new body for free, so he intentionally provoked some people.

Don't eat, don't work, don't do anything and don't die - this rule applies to people throughout the city.

But I have to work hard to get the rest, such as getting my own residence, such as fur and eyes.

Moreover, workers are protected. In this city, if you attack some working guys actively, it is not like attacking the young man outside the window. They will definitely be punished.

"But I still think it's terrible here." Hans arrived at the company, punched his card, passed all his colleagues, and didn't say hello to anyone, "But there's nothing wrong with it, it seems that there is nothing worse than here Excuse me!

He looked out the window, and the brightly colored advertising hot air balloons were floating——

【Welcome to Paradise City! 】

Hans' work today is also very ordinary, he feels that he has not done anything, and the day seems to have passed.

Strangely, colleagues, superiors, and even the cleaning staff seemed to be familiar with him-God knows they had known each other for more than a year, and it was the first time he had seen them smiling so intimately at him.

Could it be because of the new body?

But he still needs to change his eyes. These eyes are actually not ugly, but every time he sees "his" eyes through a reflective surface, he always feels inexplicably nervous.

God knows this body has only been changed for a day.

He made an appointment for the eyeball replacement device before he got off work, and some people would sell their old bodies for recycling.

He picked a pair of beautiful deer-like eyes, which came from a six-year-old girl, but the girl's user is only willing to sell the whole body, and the asking price is the same as that of an adult.

Hans frowned and looked at the writing on the screen. He discussed with the other party several times, and all his colleagues left, but he was still unwilling to lower the price.

He doesn't want it anymore, the price is a bit of a loss.

He was about to type to refuse, but unexpectedly, he slipped his hand and typed in agreement.

Hans was stunned for a moment, and looked at the fingers with the handwriting. The fingers were slender, with well-defined knuckles. These were a pair of pretty hands, without scars or calluses, which seemed unreal.

Could it be that the thought in my head was to agree, so I typed it out subconsciously?

The room number has already been sent from the opposite side. It is the Limb Prosthetics Department of the only hospital in the city. Hans glanced at the sky and saw the sunset glowing in the sky. He finally sent a message:

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Bargain directly face to face, it's a big deal.

It just so happened that he could also go to the hospital to check if there was any problem with his body.

The road to the hospital was smooth. Hans got on the tram around the city. He glanced at the window and quickly turned away. Bored, he began to observe the people around him.

Sitting directly opposite him was a brown-haired Slavic woman with a sexy figure—but none of them had any flaws in their appearance. When he looked over, he raised his head instantly, his eyes flashed a little confused, and then smiled at him.

Hans pursed his lips and ignored the other party.

He quickly scanned the entire carriage, there were not many people in the carriage, and none of them were people he knew, but for some reason, he felt that other people's eyes seemed to fall on him.

Is it because of this body?

What is the magic of this body?Until he got out of the car, he was still thinking about this question.

Hans often goes to the soul examination department, the reaction debugging department, and the limb restoration department, because he is a person who has a flawed body and will be replaced immediately if there is any problem. Anyway, he has some spare money. It's not expensive to buy a new, flattering body.

... Isn't this the case?

6201, 6203... 6217, here we are.

The door was unlocked, so he pushed the door open and walked in.

There are two people in the room.

A little girl sat on the bed, staring blankly at her hands. Hans noticed that there were many scratches on her hands.

I will never buy the body, he thought, but I like the eyes.

The girl's eyes were like solidified amber, shining slightly with light shining in.

He looked at another person in the room.

It was a tall man, sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping through a book with half of its pages missing.

The man was reading, but the little girl didn't say a word, her eyes were clearly very beautiful, but she seemed to be dead.

When Hans came, the man laughed and did not introduce himself, but introduced the little girl to him:

"This is my wife, so I'm only willing to sell her whole."

Hans shook his head: "But I don't need that much."

He made a suggestion: "You can choose to sell it to someone who is willing to buy it in its entirety, and then I will order a pair of eyeballs from him."

The corner of the man's lips curled up: "If you are willing to buy the whole thing, you won't sell your eyes at will."

Hans had to admit that he was right.

When the man stood up, he realized that the other party was much taller than him. He casually threw the book on the bed, and Hans, amnesiac, followed him to the balcony.

"Actually, the true price of the Р⒉ imperial pry."

The man pouted: "The price in my mind is..."

The figure he quoted was double the price for Hans.

Why don't you go grab it?

Before Hans could ask a question, the man clenched his fist with one hand and chuckled, "Because there is a gift in this deal, her real name."

"So what you want to sell is soul?"

If there is any trade in this city that exists only in the dark like drugs, I'm sorry

Although everyone knows that "real name" is everyone's culprit, once their real name is known, they will completely lose themselves, and other people can do whatever they want, and all orders are at the level of the soul.

But trading "real names" on the surface will be punished, and it is not allowed to do so on trading websites or places where they are sold publicly.

No wonder the man didn't directly sell his wife on the trading website. After all, young children are still quite popular, so it's not impossible to sell them.

However, trading in private like this, if you don't get caught for evidence, you won't be punished.

After thinking about it, Hans still refused.

To be honest, what this person is playing now is actually the rest of his playing, and now he only wants to provide for the elderly, and has no interest in raising kittens and puppies.

What about buying it and then selling it?Probably double the price, but it's too much trouble.

Hearing his refusal, the man's expression was not very good-looking, but Hans ignored him.

He glanced back as he was leaving, and saw the man hugging the girl and saying something...they might be checking out next?But it doesn't matter whether you retreat or not, and Hans won't report him, it's too troublesome.

Anyway, they all came to the hospital, so he went to the top floor of the hospital by the way, where he could see all kinds of limbs that were on sale - through the screen, Zheng could also observe the corresponding state up close, if he really couldn’t pick a good one , he might have to make an appointment for the embryos being cultured.

"It hasn't been long since the new policy on embryos was promulgated, and it should be quite cheap to join a group now..." But because it is too cheap, it always makes people feel that cheap is not good.

Hans goes through the projection of the heart, the projection of the lungs and stomach, the brain, human and non-human bones... and finally reaches the area of ​​​​the eyeball.

To be honest, he has no interest in the internal organs of the human body, and he feels the same, but two days ago, he heard from his colleagues chatting, and it is said that he went to replace the sponge body with a new one.

He looked at the hands of this body again: "There should be no need to change it for the time being..."

Most of the new bodies are excellent, and if something goes wrong, the program team will also compensate.

Stayed on the top floor until midnight, when the moon was thinning, Hans finally stepped on the tram to go home.

He found that he was not very tired, and the young man was in good health, but he was still a little tired: there was no one who was reliable!

Although I feel uneasy when I look at "my" eyes, but other eyes don't have the taste of а.

"Why don't you go to the non-human species every day to have a look..." He was lying on the bed, touching his eyes, and suddenly heard a "dong dong" sound coming from the window.

The morning blood had solidified into black and red, but fresh blood was splashed on it again, as if someone had thrown a human head on his window, and when he got up, the human head had fallen off.

"It's probably another group of kids..."

Although you don't have to worry about your own safety, the other party is a group of jobless people. They seem to think that as long as they don't live "relying on the shelter of work", they are considered brave. It seems that they have developed some strange culture, so it is impossible for Hans because "Throwing people's heads on my window, making my window dirty and not cleaning it" is such a troublesome hour to find some people.

Who knows if they'll mess up his new body just to show off his "prowess"?

ЬTu Condyle

He drew the curtains and turned on the lights.

I wanted to turn on the computer, but I sat at the desk and didn't move.

Once it quieted down, I suddenly found that the whole room was a little too strange.

At this time, he suddenly hoped that some nasty boys would smash the windows of his house with their heads, at least to make this place more lively.

He has slept in his own bed for more than a year, but now standing in the bedroom, he feels that this bed is not right anywhere, as if it is not his at all.

He clearly walked from the bedroom to the kitchen with his eyes closed, but the kitchen was covered with a layer of dust... It seems that after he found that he would not die if he didn't eat, and he would be fine if he didn't drink water, Hans gave up eating and drinking. Drink water.

The light was bright, and he stared at his own shadow on the wall, feeling that the shadow was also very strange.

"Of course it will be very strange," he thought silently, "because this body is also strange."

Hans stood before the mirror again.

The bathroom layout in his house is amazing.

Beside the mirror, besides the toiletries, there are also a boning knife, a kitchen knife, a saber and a knife that can be used to make a knife.

There was still blood on the surface of the knife, and shredded meat was hanging on it. Hans picked and picked at the row of knives. The unfamiliar fingers were imprinted on the knives, showing a sharp contrast.

What the boys played was of course what he played with the rest.

Bravery, cruelty, madness and disorder, control, training, soul selling... Now that I think about it, how boring is this gameplay?

It's certainly more fun to play with yourself than with others.

He touched the edge of the mirror, and it turned black, showing the same color as the window crack outside.

Hans even wanted to retch twice against the sink, but he became emotional, and this body didn't know what was going on, so he couldn't vomit.

"Is it because I haven't eaten?"

Holding the knife, he gestured at the eyes twice, but it was inconvenient to have no vision, so he could only slide the tip of the knife down regretfully.

It slid to the throat, and the Adam's apple moved, and Hans' eyes flashed with interest.

He held the knife in his backhand, and the tip of the knife continued to slide——

Do you want to dissect your "self"?

He looked at his other hand and decided to draw a line for fun.

Let's start with the back of the hand. Although the palm is bleeding a lot, sometimes, too much bleeding will affect the beauty. Drawing patterns on the back of the hand will give you a feeling of being restrained and forced.

And cutting open the palm with a knife seems like self-mutilation.

Although he was self-harming, he didn't know why, and he didn't like other people to think so-even if there was no one else here.

Hans slides the point of the knife over the back of his hand, his coat is open and his expression is relaxed, he is picking out the raffle prize.

Just when he finally chose, the cell phone that was left in the bedroom rang.

A trace of impatience flashed in Hans' eyes.

His arms trembled slightly, but the phone rang again and again, clearly showing that he would not stop until he answered the phone.

Although Hans has the nickname of "A Shut Up", he doesn't want to drag his mutilated body to the company, it's too disgraceful, he clearly thinks that tomorrow is a holiday, so he...

The phone vibrated while ringing, he suppressed his anger, put the knife back, and answered the phone.

Sure enough, the only person looking for him at this point is the company.

【"Hurry up, everyone will work overtime tonight! Everyone will get..."Gladiator" program has been completely discontinued, we have a chance to grab this project, but now it's time to release a program planning list, if the plan is approved, "Gladiator" can become our project!"]

【"All of you, move for me! Those who don't come to work overtime tonight will all be fired!"】

It seems that it is impossible not to go.

He frowned and left his house with a look of disgust on his face.

All "bosses" are shit!

Hans thinks he can be the boss too, but he came here too late, although he treats all the "young people" like me, I am an old man who has been through for a year and a half and you all play with me Play the rest, but he really wasn't one of the first guys on board.

It is said that at that time it was still called "Boat" instead of "Paradise City". Later, people only knew that this place was a city, and they had no chance to know that it was a ship for a long time.

If only I got on the boat sooner.

He sighed against the tram glass.

Before he came, the unbuilt Paradise City could still see the appearance of a ship...

The first group of people lived the best life, and later they all became important people.

They said they needed light, and the mayor attracted light. They said they needed the economy, buildings and employees, and the company was built. Although a few people lost their status, rights and even everything because of their real names, most people , such as Hans' boss, is still doing well.

Although he didn't know what kind of life his boss lived, he firmly believed that the other party was better than himself.

After all, Hans, who was one step behind them, could despise some people and live a much more relaxed life than they did.

He went back to the company, it was brightly lit, but he really didn't want to see it.

The balloon in the sky was still floating, he squinted his eyes and scanned the words below, the light was not very clear——

【Welcome to Paradise】

Gee.

Hans pushed the door open and entered.

Everyone is here, if anyone is not there, maybe they really didn't come, or maybe they changed bodies?

Tonight is a bit special, because a colleague unexpectedly greeted him, and said with a light smile: "It seems that the show can't go on, and your body is actually on the last episode of the show, what a coincidence. "

Hans glanced at her, but didn't respond.

However, it seemed that it was also due to physical reasons. When he was fishing, the boss called him into the conference room.

His boss is a woman who is actually a man - presumably.

In short, now, just looking at the appearance, he is a woman, and there may be a man's soul in his body?Hans didn't know either, maybe he changed people?

There were a lot of people in the conference room, and everyone looked beautiful and glowing. Hans sat in the corner and rested his chin for a while, only to realize that he didn't bring his laptop.

Hmm... he was still thinking about his boss.

Is this guy a man or a woman?

It depends on what he looked like before he got on the boat, right?

They changed their appearance, abandoned their identities, and even deliberately forgot their own names... Hans was stunned, and licked his lips.

What is this "some"...?

He remembered that he seemed to have family members, but he had long forgotten about his family members and the memories before boarding the ship.

He just remembers...

The huge, endless black that covered the sky and the sun was driving towards him, and someone said vaguely: "Are you willing to start a new life?"

Everyone around was screaming, as if the god of death was coming, but Hans was different, he opened his arms, wanting to embrace the god of death.

He didn't die, and he didn't see anyone else.

He only remembered his name, but forgot everything in the past, and he really started a new life.

——a life where death is not allowed.

"God...if this is heaven..." He clutched his forehead in pain.

Heaven is more cute than hell

The surrounding voices were very chaotic, the boss was knocking on the table and saying something, but Hans couldn't hear him.

He felt as if he was hiding deep in his body, he didn't have to think about anything, and he didn't have to worry about anything. He turned his head to look at his boss and his colleagues. He felt that he should have no expression at all.

Because the boss and colleagues suddenly stopped talking and started to look at him together.

What are you doing?

Hans felt baffled...even a little familiar.

Have you ever seen this scene?On the... tram?

Feeling lost in his stomach, Hans stood up in a hurry, only had time to wave his hands, and rushed to the company toilet. He supported the sink with both hands, looking at this strange face.

Although it is very strange now, but...

"As the winner of the last issue of "Gladiator", he finally decided on No.12 because of his victory at No.12, "There should be quite a few people who will remember this face." After all, it is the last issue .

"Speaking of... this show seems to be completely stopped because there are no participants?"

How come there are no participants?

He washed his face, and there were drops of water on his eyelashes, and his eyes were half-blinking. He raised his hand to wipe his face, but this hand subconsciously touched the eyeballs, and was about to insert it in the next second.

Hans paused.

"Can I bear it?"

Forget it, just bear with it.

He stood by the window to blow the air, and heard the daily announcement outside saying——

"All citizens, please pay attention to the safety of your soul. Check in every day. Your identity and soul are directly bound. All personal items and personal property you use every day are closely related to your soul. Everyone's unique soul is your most important asset. .”

[It's the voice of the commentator. ]

"That's right," Hans shook his head. "It's the right one. Speaking of which, I don't know what he looks like, and I've never seen him before."

This time, he will also lose his job.

Hans rubbed his chin: "He seems to be a very long-term person. His voice would have changed if he had lost his temper, but his voice has never changed. It has been like this since the beginning of this program."

He returned to the meeting room with some emotion in his heart. Fortunately, the boss and the others didn't seem to be angry because of his sudden departure, and in such a short period of time, they seemed to have discussed the plan to the same extent, as long as it was submitted to the mayor. up.

The attitudes of the boss and colleagues are very natural, and Hans is also happy that he can go back as soon as possible - no one wants to work overtime.

Today is another day of smooth fishing?

It's a pity that I didn't find a suitable eyeball. Let's think about it tomorrow.

However, the boss seems to be asking him to go to the downtown conference hall with him tomorrow for a meeting. Why is it him?

Hans shook his head and left the conference room. Suddenly, he had a thought. The moment the door closed, he looked back.

Everyone happens to be looking at him.

……what?

It's a coincidence, it seems that this kind of thing happens a lot today, everywhere I go, if this is a disease, Hans feels like a plague.

He shook his head.

Speaking of which, did he just talk to himself by the window?

--probably.