Chapter 1000

"This is cognitive hazard, it feels quite wonderful... Is it true that as long as one doesn't perceive this 'anomaly,' it cannot cause corresponding harm?"

"No, you can't think about it that way; it should be that people who don't perceive this harm, even on their deathbed, can't figure out why they are dying, or what kind of thing they have provoked."

"Containment objects can't be that kind, think about the fingers of those unlucky guys, and then think about that unlucky guy whose whole body turned into fingers... When they were harmed by 4051, the people around them couldn't see them anymore, but they probably could feel the pain.".

"I don't want to recall it! Since seeing that damn scene, I've always felt like there's something in my throat, like a bunch of fingers are about to reach out from my mouth."

"The last part is still disgusting, it made me unable to eat, as if all the meat dishes are inseparable from the flesh and blood walls..."

……

"Luo Fu" Xianzhou, Linyuan Realm.

Looking at the helicopter moving away in the picture, March 7th felt a touch of novelty.

"Eh? So that's how they got together."

According to the routine of most stories, shouldn't it be Ma Liang in danger, Adam fully exerting his specialty as a violinist to turn danger into safety, and winning Ma Liang's favor and love?

But in this story, the situation seems a bit complicated.

It seems, Ma Liang won Adam's favor and love?

Yes, and not entirely.

This is more like a beginning, an opportunity, allowing the conversation between the two sides to unfold, discovering that they actually have so many common points.

Then, approach each other and love each other.

In this infinite universe, meeting another "self"... thinking about it this way, it's indeed quite romantic.

Then wish the lovers in the story a happy ending after experiencing suffering and hardship.

After blessing, March 7th raised her hand and put it on Bai Xuan's shoulder, and after the latter cast a glance, she smiled and said:

"Xiao Bai, let's compare hobbies later, how about it?"

……

It is hard not to associate George Balcin with an iron tower when seeing him for the first time.

He is 2 meters tall, shoulders as wide as a mountain, his smooth bald head is enough to reflect light, and his explosive muscles push up his suit, making it stick firmly to his body like artificial skin.

In America, where public security is getting worse, Balcin saved a lot of trouble just by his appearance—junkies, homeless people, and gang members all default to him as a suit thug, fearing to avoid him.

Just past six o'clock, the town was silent, with only elegant daylight covering it like light gauze.

In the melodious morning bell, Balcin stood in front of a wasteland, his gaze constantly wandering between the terminal screen and the wasteland, frowning:

"Mink Street... No. 13... It's here."

Unlike the precise satellite positioning that is almost everywhere in later generations, the positioning and navigation at this time are not mature, and they will make some ridiculous fun from time to time.

Navigating people to the wilderness in the middle of the night, or taking people to the cemetery on a moonless night, finally forming one urban legend after another.

Balcin also considered similar situations, but he finally chose to believe in the Foundation's technology, so he put away the terminal and prepared to cross the woods and enter the depths.

The mission target of this operation is a cult organization codenamed "Green."

According to the vague explanation in the briefing, the reason for using a code name to replace the real name is for some unspeakable safety considerations.

The agent was not surprised by this.

It may hide some kind of cognitive hazard risk behind it, or it may be that the memory shielding effect causes the real name to be unrecordable.

There is another possibility, some careless person forgot to record the real name, and is now trying to cover up this mistake... Balcin added in his heart.

As for whether the guy he is about to face has a corresponding containment object number, the Foundation also didn't disclose it.

……

After walking through the woods for a while, Balcin suddenly saw a touch of strange white; he quickened his pace, and before long, he came to the edge of the shrub forest and saw the true face of that touch of white.

It was a twisted and strange white house; it looked like a hyperplastic scar, and just looking at its appearance made Balcin certain that there was a ghost here.

He couldn't even find two similar windows!

The environment around the house can only be described as dilapidated—garbage, waste wood, rusty car parts piled up like mountains, and a few green puddles like festering wounds.

Willows and sycamores invaded wantonly from both sides, sprinkling fallen leaves, seeds, and a chilling organic mucus all over the roof, making the gutters clogged.

He stuck to the window, trying to glimpse one or two from it, but only saw annoying curtains.

Balcin could only push the door open carefully and walk into it.

As soon as he entered, he felt a physiological discomfort.

This place was filthy, the smell of mold was pungent, and the stagnant air was heated to a stuffy and unbearable degree.

Balcin frowned; the agent's professional quality allowed him to quickly adapt to the bad environment, and he quickly looked at the environment inside.

The indoor light was dim; the only light source was natural light, part of it from the unclosed door, and the other part squeezed in from the curtain gap.

The whole house was very quiet, but Balcin caught some movement, as if someone was talking:

"……Wasp and, yes, it will be very sharp inside. When you are moved, that tloikwrludlth you will bleed……"

What is it saying... Balcin listened, but more to confirm the target's position.

He walked through the hall on tiptoe, noticing a wall where a mirror was hanging, but it was completely painted black, not knowing what it meant.

A mirror used to hang there, but now it had been completely covered by a pitch-black substance.

After a brief search, he came to the last room.

The chattering voice came from inside this room:

"……Just need to stay at home, very simple."

"I will provide you with two plans for reference, remember althamnth is below."

"Part one: find some people weaker than you……"

"……only wait at home. Very simple and clear."