Ziliang's head began to roar

The uneasy sound that was whispering in my ears at that moment finally exploded, like a speeding train pressing on my head. Every wheel was a deadly roar, one after another, until I was crushed into rotten meat.

Yes, if this screening model had been implemented since the day the X Act was enacted, then Shirley would naturally not be the first one

Ziliang felt that it seemed that he had been for a few seconds, and even forgot to exhale. The air was held in his lungs, and it felt so swelling that it hurt. His hands were so stupid that they reached out to the file in front of him.

"No, don't look at that thing." Ziliang roared desperately, but the voice just echoed in his mind, but his body was completely disobeying the command. Finally, Ziliang took over the file and placed it in front of him.

【Name: Ziliang】

【Age: 29 years old】

【2047 Superpower Test Score: Full Score】

【Predicting the possibility of potential Omega-level mutants】

【Apply for clearance---Apply for approval】

【Clear now!】

【Clear now!】

【Clear now!】

One by one, one big red stamp almost covered the entire home page. In the photo on the upper right corner of the page, there is a completely different face from "Ziliang" at this moment. There is no clean hairstyle, no deep nose bridge and eyebrow bone, and no drooping lips that are not very beautiful.

Even, even the age is different

He was a man who was only about 30 years old, with a messy hair, a beard that he had not taken care of for a long time, and a pair of dark circles seemed to have not had a good sleep for a long time. Moreover, there was a wisp of blue smoke in the corner of the photo. It is conceivable that when taking this photo, he must have pinched a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

"Ziliang" said nothing, or his throat was completely unaware of how it should work. After a long time, his hands trembled, and the file fell down lightly and obeyed his feet.

"Aren't I me two years ago at that time?" Ziliang held his head and squatted down in pain.

"You are lying to others! This file is fake," he yelled, very angry, his angry body trembling.

Professor Wagner quietly bent down and picked up the file at Ziliang's feet: "Unfortunately, no matter how boring a person is, he can't use the X Act to joke. Please accept this fact. Just like just now, you tried your best to prove that Shirley. Birkin is a fake."

Ziliang's body shook even more violently, as if it was over with electricity.

"How is it, it's very painful, right? Of course, it's also ridiculous. When the same thing happens to your friends, you are trying your best to prove that your idea is correct, but when it happens to yourself, you are crazy about denying all this." Professor Wagner's voice was like a bayonet, drilling into Ziliang's heart again and again, and cutting out pieces of flesh and blood: "Everyone has his own will, and these wills will exist with the help of a shell, but in the final analysis, it's just a shell. When all your memories are transferred to another shell, are you still you?

Haha, this kind of question was asked by a group of idle philosophers decades ago. Some people think that the survival of consciousness is immortality, while others think that the body and the soul are a whole, but after saying so much, it is actually nonsense, because they have never experienced these things at all, and are just talking nonsense with the eyes of a bystander.

But judging from your performance, I guess you would rather never know the truth, right? Even if you are not you at all.

So, think about it from the perspective of others, will you tell your friend Shirley Birkin these things?"

He took no answer, but gradually, he stopped whimpering.

"But, if I'm not Ziliang, who am I?" he asked

"It doesn't matter." Professor Wagner said: "Because you were just a vegetable before, without thoughts, without memories, everything about you is blank, and you are not one of you."

"But I always have a name," Ziliang said.

Professor Wagner sighed and began to search among the archives.

"Okay, every memory transfer file will have a record about resetting your body. Of course, there are very few records, maybe only some names, I found it." He said, and then took out a file.

【City Municipal Hospital No. 127】

[Patient No. 19, male, permanent loss of confirmed cognitive ability]

【Name】

【Hannibal Lecter】

Listening to this name, Ziliang or Hannibal had no idea how to think about it anymore

Haha, what? These are all kidding!

For a moment, Hannibal even felt that he was still immersed in a ridiculous dream and did not wake up.

Is he Hannibal? The one who has always wanted to find but can't find it?

Haha, it's so ridiculous, OK, even if this is true, then? Now, I found it myself, that person is myself, so what?

All of this feels like a spiral farce.

And the rest of the people were all stupid.

They did want to know the whole story of all this, but no one expected that they would get such an answer. In this seemingly peaceful and beautiful world, such a terrifying thing was buried. Even though they did not expect that those friends who were with them day and night, even themselves, might become completely strangers overnight, and no one knew about it.

So, where is myself? Am I still me?

Some people are thinking, but no one dares to ask that the miserable laughter exudes a creepy feeling

Just a few more minutes passed.

"Okay, this is the answer you want." Professor Wagner said.

Hannibal finally stood up: "So, now, what do you want to do to me, and you want to pick out my memories and clean them up?"

"Of course not. At this point, cleaning is not enough," Professor Wagner shook his head and said, "The x Act clearly states that if someone digs without permission, or attempts to dig deeper contents of the "x Act", then the goal will be immediately listed as a danger that threatens social stability, and such people will no longer be protected by the x Act and must be cleared immediately.
Chapter completed!