SHEEP

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Heye's smile subsided again: "But don't get me wrong, it's one thing to forcefully trust you now, but another thing to kill you in the future."

"Okay, okay." Jian Yunxian's tone seemed to be coaxing a child, "One size fits one size."

Yi Heye poured himself a few sips of milk, and was coaxed to be happy, so he yawned contentedly: "You can go, I'm going to sleep."

Jian Yunxian, who was killed by the mill, had no temper: "Okay, you go to bed early."

Yi Heye raised his eyes and glared at him: "I really want me to have a good rest, please ask your sheep friend named SHEEP to spare me at least one night."

Jian Yunxian nodded: "Okay, he told me he knew."

Do you really know?Yi Heye murmured suspiciously in his heart, turned back, and sent Mr. Jian and his uncle Yang away.

Finally there was only one person left in the family, Yi Heye felt relaxed all over, his throat didn't hurt anymore, his legs and feet became more flexible, everything got better.

He took off his prosthesis, took a hot bath, lay on the bed and watched LIFE-related game videos for a while, and his body, which had not yet fully recovered, felt a little tired.

So he shrank back under the quilt, and when he closed his eyes, he suddenly felt empty in his arms - he rarely felt this way, probably because of his illness this time, which awakened some old feelings.

He raised his eyes, just in time to see the fat sheep pillow embroidered with "MOMMY" next to the pillow, and remembered the fluffy feel, so he stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms.

The lack of his right arm made it difficult for him to hug. Holding the pillow with one hand was uncomfortable, which made him a little unhappy, so he put the pillow back and turned off the light resentfully.

Before going to sleep, he suddenly felt that something was missing. He opened his eyes and stared at the dark room for a while.

Even though I have lived alone for more than ten years, I suddenly feel as if something is missing.

Yi Heye frowned and thought for a long time, turned over and saw the pillow next to that pillow, and remembered that the sheep said it would not come tonight.

Oh, I really don't want to come, Yi Heye was stunned for a moment, until he couldn't open his eyes anymore, then he closed them deeply.

In a daze, Yi Heye dreamed of "mother" again, and dreamed that those cold arms were in front of him, and he wanted to hug those hands—but he couldn't hug them.

Yi Heye, who was missing one arm, couldn't hug. He tried his best to embrace the arm in front of him with his remaining solitary arm, but it was destined that the figure would get farther and farther away from him.

"Good night, Ono...good morning."

A familiar sense of panic woke him up from his sleep, and the sudden heart palpitations made him a little hypoxic. He sat up suddenly from the bed and found that the sky was already bright.

"Good morning!"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and when he turned his head, the lamb wearing an apron rode the sweeping robot into the door again.

This time, a cup of soaked milk was placed on the forehead of the robot, and it was delivered slowly to his bedside under the voice control of the lamb.

Yi Heye regained consciousness amidst the rapid heartbeat, slowly bent down, picked up the milk and took a sip.

It had been a long time since he had drunk milk that someone else had soaked for him, and Yi Heye felt his emotions gradually calm down, and his panic and uneasiness gradually faded away.

He raised his head, and the lamb started to flutter proudly again. This time, he simply stood on one foot in front of Yi Heye's cup, nose to nose: "It seems that the little leopard is not going to be weaned."

This familiar tone and way of speaking made Yi Heye see Jian Yunxian's face in a daze, and took a step back in an instant, trying to call this guy away with his hands—then passed through the projection as it should.

It has to be said that this sheep face is really too deceptive, coupled with this guy's recent unexplained overtures, Yi Heye is almost on the verge of losing his vigilance.

He patted his face, trying to wake himself up, and heard Xiao Yang pretend to be surprised: "You tortured yourself early in the morning, you can't be so serious."

Yi Heye glanced at him, the little touch he had been tricked by the cup of hot milk dissipated immediately, he got up expressionlessly, turned and walked to the switch.

The lamb immediately faltered, and Kong Kong hugged his fingers to stop him: "Oh, I have something important to tell you."

Yi Heye was too lazy to listen, and pulled his hand to the electric switch.

"There is news from the police." The lamb said.

Yi Heye glanced at him and withdrew his hand.

Probably stimulated by Yi Heye's ruthless words before he left, the recent work efficiency of the Security Department has increased exponentially in an instant.

During the night when Yi Heye was battling with the nightmare, thousands of people from An Yu's $*Xi>>Integrated Medicine Department stayed up all night and launched a blanket investigation on this suspicious "Mr. Beep".

Finally, good news came before the sun went up the mountain—the person who was forcibly erased by big data finally found a clue.

"I rely on... do I want to live..."

At the Internet Security Headquarters, Song Zhouzhou stood in front of the computer with red eyes, and his expression collapsed—he was woken up by a call from the Security Department at four o’clock in the morning, asking him to track back from the viewing history of a video, and search for this blue sheep on the Internet during his lifetime. whereabouts, thus restoring his true identity.

In fact, searching for someone is not too painful for him. The painful thing is that the group of people in the security department are all social rioters, and they have to make video calls with him every now and then, and some even want to visit him. He has a nervous breakdown.

While sweating, Song Zhouzhou said to the AI ​​assistant next to him: "Hang up all the video calls, and send them a text message saying that it is not convenient to answer, and ask them to send me a message."

He knocked on the keyboard in pain, and said weakly: "If anyone wants to come to the door again, tell them that I am dead. The obituary is stored on the desktop, and the date can be changed."

Song Zhouzhou felt that he needed to inhale oxygen—let alone fake death, if a wave of people in uniform came to his door, he could perform a live sudden death for them.

Unlike the leaders of other departments, Song Zhouzhou does not have and does not want some subordinates. He repeatedly reiterated that the efficiency of working alone is thousands of times higher than that of a team, which is why he avoided the scary scenes in his office and other people.

At this moment, he was fighting alone in a daze, until he felt that his time was approaching, when the picture in front of him suddenly flashed a gleam of light in front of his eyes.

He glanced at the information in front of him in disbelief, and combined with the previous fragmented clues, he cursed a curse word: "Damn...why is it him?"

Pei Xiangjin received a call from Song Zhouzhou and was patiently communicating with Siwei Network—no matter what Siwei's position is now, or whether they have done anything wrong, they have become a key link in the fight against Blue Goat.

After all, the person is theirs, and the game is also theirs, but even though it has reached the point where the incident has come to light, the other party still refuses to admit the existence of such a person.

"No, Officer Pei." Liu Siwei said to him like this, "Ms. FOUR has been out of front-line work for a long time. Robots are in disrepair for a long time, just like the elderly are prone to Alzheimer's disease. Talking nonsense is not the intention."

Pei Xiangjin was so annoyed when he heard that, that when he saw the call from Song Zhouzhou, he hung up on Liu Siwei without thinking about it.

He listened to the stammering explanation of the social fear person over there, and it took him a long time to ask: "What? Is it your senior?"

"Yes, yes." Song Zhouzhou said nervously, "His name is Fang Chunyang, and he was a very, very powerful person in college. He majored in games and game design..."

Song Zhouzhou studied at Turing University of Science and Technology, which is a world-class engineering university. Its disciplines such as network security and computer science rank first in the world all the year round. Fang Chunyang is destined to be a leader in this professional field if he can enter this university to study games.

"This, this person... I am not a professional, so, so I don't know much..." Song Zhouzhou stammered, "I have recovered his relevant information, you can take a look for yourself..."

There are only a handful of people in this world who can interact with Song Zhouzhou, and Pei Xiangjin is not surprised by this: "Okay."

"Then, then I..." Song Zhouzhou wanted to hang up in a cold sweat, but was interrupted by Pei Xiangjin again.

"Do you have any impression of this person? For example, did you have any paranoid tendencies when you were in college?"

Song Zhouzhou felt that the whole world was spinning, but under the pressure to end the call quickly, his mind suddenly started spinning at high speed.

"I remember that he was taken away for violating the restricted area regulations." Song Zhouzhou said, "When I was in college, there was a lot of trouble because of this incident..."

Pei Xiangjin frowned. For ordinary people, the restricted area refers to Area A, a mysterious life circle that only elites can enter and leave, and it is also the place where Jian Yunxian was born and raised.

"Others, you can ask someone else..." Song Zhouzhou picked up the oxygen mask, lay lightly on the sofa, folded his hands on his chest, his facial expression gradually became serene, "I can only stop here..."

Pei Xiangjin hung up the phone and immediately launched an investigation on this person.

Song Zhouzhou was very meticulous in his work, and the information he searched was very complete, even including some of Fang Chunyang's former personal blog records.

He didn't have the time to read each word patiently. Instead, he searched based on keywords and picked out the content he wanted first.

Pei Xiangjin was really taken aback by this selection. This person has been searching for all the photos and videos of Area A on the Internet since a long time ago. The underground information that can be found.

Looking at his diary and college assignments again, almost every word reveals his disgust for real life and his madness towards naturalism——

"I got a red rash on my body. The doctor said it was caused by pollution, but there is no way. Pollution is a gift shared by all mankind. This is what we must face under the expansion of the city."

"The building on the east side has been raised again, and I finally moved to the top floor, and there is no sun. I really want to vomit, I want to escape from here, and I can't even see the blue sky here."

"I'm going crazy, these buildings and factories make me breathless, the modified aircraft outside the window starts to roar in the middle of the night, the nervous breakdown is really hard...I want to listen to the birds singing, I want to have a garden."

"Suddenly I don't know what's the point of studying hard. Even if I go to a TOP10 company, I can't have the right to go to District A. Damn, some people are destined to be trapped in the cage of the city for the rest of their lives when they are born."

Pei Xiangjin frowned while looking at the information.

It can be seen from his personal blog that as time goes by, his longing for Area A has gradually turned into a fiery paranoia.

Here is a school notification record, which shows that Fang Chunyang used a drone in the second semester of his junior year to try to fly over the forbidden air above Area A, but was finally shot down by the guards of Area A, and the head referee of Area A directly sentenced him to half months of detention.

It is also this criminal record that prevents Fang Chunyang from entering the top [-] companies after graduation. Instead, he started a game company with all his peers with mediocre qualifications, which is now "Siwei Network".

However, the incident of bravely breaking into the restricted area did not seem to diminish his yearning for a better life, but forced him to change his goal to an alternative spiritual sustenance——

"Gardens, plants, streams, villas, plains, kingfishers..."

"I will reproduce that world in the game, if possible, I will choose to live in that world forever."

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