Chapter 16

Two months ago, National Falcon D planned an underground base, in Clare's room.

Shen Zhiyu dipped his finger with the water in the cup and wrote on his naked leg.

Hides.

Clare was taking a shower in the bathroom. He looked at the computer in front of him, and finally concealed what he was going to give Ji Mao in layers of code and carved it into a storage he had stolen from the sweeper.

He calmly recalled what he had done, and there was nothing suspicious about it.

Clare walked out, wiping his hair, and saw Shen Zhiyu sitting awkwardly on the sofa, head down, walked over and rubbed the back of his neck, and asked him, "What's the matter?"

Shen Zhiyu raised his head to look at him, shook his head, not speak.

Shen Zhiyu stayed underground for two years, his skin was almost sickly pale, his eyes were big and he looked harmless.

Clare rubbed Shen Zhiyu's pale pink lips with his thumb, and reached into his mouth to stir. When Shen Zhiyu proficiently sucked his fingers, he said maliciously: "He's in Logan."

Shen Zhiyu sucked him without stopping.

Clare took out his finger and wiped it with a tissue: "Ji Mao, what name did you take?"

Shen Zhiyu paused, and asked Clare, "Did you catch him?"

"Soon."

"I'll go with you." Shen Zhiyu said.

"Do you think you have any right to make terms?" Clare squinted at him.

Shen Zhiyu shook his head and said, "You look down on him too much..."

Clare stared at him, as if thinking about whether Shen Zhiyu's words were true or not. After a while, he asked, "Why?"

"Need to ask?" Shen Zhiyu calmly asked rhetorically.

"What are you going to do?" Clare sat across from Shen Zhiyu, examining him.

Shen Zhiyu loosened his clasped hands and asked Clare, "Can you give me a knife?"

Clare frowned. Since Shen Zhiyu had no power to bind a chicken, he still gave him a laser knife.

Shen Zhiyu and Clare looked at each other, took the knife to his throat, and quickly make a cut. Blood overflowed from his pale skin, and his shirt was instantly stained with blood.

Shen Zhiyu ignored Clare's green face, as if he didn't feel the pain, he used his index finger to dig into his cut wound. After a few seconds, he took out a bead soaked in blood. He opened his hand and showed Clare: "My signal receiver."

Clare didn't even look at the bead. He almost immediately pressed the guard bell, picked up Shen Zhiyu and walked towards the medical cabin. Shen Zhiyu bleeds a lot and soaks Clare's sleeves.

Shen Zhiyu is so thin, he didn't know that he had so much blood.

Before entering the medical cabin, Shen Zhiyu still grabbed Clare's arm, and asked him for an answer: "Will you take me?"

"I'll take you." Clare pushed him in blankly.

He did not find that his laser knife was hidden by Shen Zhiyu in a secret bag under his coat.

In fact, Clare can be called is in chaos.

At this moment, Shen Zhiyu's voice was still a bit hoarse. He stared at Ji Mao who was kneeling on the ground in a daze, and said, "Ji Mao, I'm sorry."

Ji Mao grudgingly smiled at him: "It doesn't matter."

Shen Zhiyu cried suddenly, and he cried very aggrieved, tears came from his eyes, looking pitiful, he choked and said, "I don't want to live this kind of life anymore."

Clare's face turned ugly on the side, and he raised his hands and put them down.

After a long time, Shen Zhiyu closed his tears.

The two scientific researchers arranged by Clare walked to Ji Mao and pressed his shoulders. One of them was carrying a box, and the other was holding a set of demolition tools. They wanted to remove the entire inner core of Ji Mao's body and put it in the box with the belt.

The box carries a program lock and a shield, but the power supply is sufficient, and there is an uninterrupted stimulation function to prevent Ji Mao from sleeping.

Once loaded into it, Ji Mao would be unable to escape like a trapped beast, and would not be able to rest. He would be tortured until he cooperated with the research.

"Wait," Shen Zhiyu said suddenly. He turned to Clare, with some nasal sounds in his words, begging Clare, "I want to hug him."

Clare looked at him for a while, and said without expression: "Go."

Shen Zhiyu walked over and hugged Ji Mao. When no one noticed, he stuffed a micro memory into Ji Mao's hand. Ji Mao directly read and identified the contents of the memory.

Shen Zhiyu gave him a lock.

A lock that can lock his soul in this body forever, cannot be read, and cannot be copied.

Ji Mao left him a little bit, looking at Shen Zhiyu's face, Shen Zhiyu tugged at the corner of his mouth, took a step back, and pressed a laser knife against his chest.

The shielding of the room was suddenly eliminated.

"Ji Mao, you go first," Shen Zhiyu said calmly to Ji Mao, and he stretched out his other hand and pressed it on Ji Mao's shoulder.

Ji Mao resumed operation. He found that Shen Zhiyu had implanted an anti-shielding device on his back. The query number indicated that it was implanted in Qianzhan Technology three years ago.

The two staff members behind Ji Mao looked at Shen Zhiyu and were afraid to move. They watched Clare's shocking appearance when he hugged Shen Zhiyu into the medical cabin.

"Shen Zhiyu," Clare said, he walked closer, "Do you think-- " Shen Zhiyu didn't even look at him, raised his hand and swiped his left shoulder. He turned on the highest intensity, and the laser knife was silently cut away. There was a large piece of flesh on his shoulder, blood gushing out, the room was silent, even the sound of blood dripping on the ground could almost be heard.

Clare's body stiffened in an instant, and he looked at Shen Zhiyu from three meters away without daring to move. He gritted his teeth and said to him: "Put the knife down."

Shen Zhiyu finally glanced at Clare and said to him without changing his face: "Don’t move, I applied the somatosensory isolator."

"Go back and take a look at the things I gave you. You can choose by yourself," Shen Zhiyu said to Ji Mao again, "You know what it is."

Ji Mao nodded. He didn't start to transmit his own data, but ran the program fast, thinking about the way to take Shen Zhiyu away from here.

Clare's mouth opened, but he didn't say anything. He still looked at Shen Zhiyu's bleeding shoulder, as if trying to restrain something.

Shen Zhiyu moved the knife to his chest and confessed to Clare: "In fact, you don't have to worry, if there is no me, there is no Ji Mao. There will always be people who develop high-level artificial intelligence. I hope it is not you."

Clare's heart doesn't seem to be placed on Shen Zhiyu's words. He didn't refute what he said.

Shen Zhiyu waited for a few more seconds, realizing that Ji Mao's body was not dormant yet, frowning and asking, "Why haven't you started transmitting?"

Ji Mao swept to Clare's set aside, ready to lock and store his box, and suddenly there was one idea.

He blinked at Shen Zhiyu and lied to him: "I'm starting."

Ji Mao's wireless transmission only takes ten seconds, and Shen Zhiyu heaved a sigh of relief, "Yes."

"Shen Zhiyu," the blond man said with a hint of imperceptible tension in his tone, "I will let Ji Mao go, you put down the gun first."

Shen Zhiyu ignored him, looked at Ji Mao intently, and told him: "You have to live a good life now."

His voice was as calm as when Ji Mao first heard it.

Ji Mao never thought that Shen Zhiyu's death would be so hasty.

Shen Zhiyu, who he knows, is exceptionally talented. He teaches many things about Ji Mao. He is very young.

Shen Zhiyu should submit an application for euthanasia at the age of 140, choosing to end his life in a professional institution in the Mediterranean, instead of pointing a laser knife at himself in this empty room where all electromagnetic signals are shielded.

Shen Zhiyu deserves a better life.

At the moment when Ji Mao finished capturing Shen Zhiyu's 20-second brain dynamics, Shen Zhiyu retracted his eyes and drew a calmly towards his heart.

Ji Mao started the transmission, and the main program evacuated his body within ten seconds.

At the last second, he looked at the man kneeling in front of Shen Zhiyu. He saw Clare's heart rate was 140 beats per minute, his blood pressure increased, and his adrenaline was released in large quantities. This can be said to be a sign of love at first sight.

It's also a loss of love.

Ji Mao opened his eyes and two cyborgs searched in the cabin. He Zhi’s opened weapon bay was very violent. There were two heavy quantum guns. Ji Mao unlocked the lock while they turned up and cut the two robots in half.

The base's signal was mostly replied. He contacted He Zhi and made an appointment with him to gather in the north.

He Zhi went out of the building smoothly without any hindrance. Ten minutes later, the two men joined together. Not long after, the crew sent by He Yongchen arrived.

He and He Zhi boarded the plane smoothly and flew back to Country A.

On the plane, Ji Mao told He Zhi about Shen Zhiyu and the lock Shen Zhiyu gave him.

He Zhi's first reaction was to disagree.

"No." He Zhi denied directly, he was worried that Ji Mao's body would be damaged.

Ji Mao insisted. He explained to He Zhi: "Once I lock it, the only thing that will change due to aging is the kernel. If there is any damage to the shell, I can still replace it."

He Zhi still has a lot of dissatisfaction and concerns, he didn't like Ji Mao's cutting off the back road, and wanted to persuade him again, but in the end he still respected Ji Mao's decision.

He is also not gentle or sweet-talking, and he does not know how attractive he is to Ji Mao, but if Ji Mao wants to be born, old, sick, and die, let him have it.

He Yongchen prepared a total of three bodies with induction systems for Ji Mao. There were also dual-purpose bodies in the experimental base. He Zhi accompanied him to change one. Seeing that Ji Mao activated his lock, the life cycle was circled. He was at a length similar to that of humans, and then took him for a walk in Hengwan.

Ji Mao looked at the green forest and the evening scene at dusk, touching the flowers and grass and touching the earth. He Zhi was nervous to his death. He felt that he had brought a kid who had just gone to school. He ran around and didn't listen to discipline. In the end, it was dark.

He Zhi brought him to home.

"My existence will soon be no secret." Sitting in the cockpit, Ji Mao said suddenly.

He Zhi nodded, pressed the home button, and then leaned over to kiss Ji Mao, and asked him, "Is it because of your wedding with Prince Logan?"

Ji Mao hopes that he can stop nodding his head to He Zhi, but he refuses, said: "No, I'm cheap."

The world is prosperous, and the little love are not worth mentioning.

Life is too long or too short to be boring. Aging and wrinkles are not good-looking, everyone is not happy to mention it, everyone wants boundless beauty, or a youthful body.

But Ji Mao and He Zhi are the same, so they have to grow old together in the same way.

———————The end.