Overturned Tower

There are men and women, old and young.

Girls in school uniforms, office workers in formal attire, children no more than six or seven years old, and old people with wrinkled faces.

There was no dim yellow light in their eyes, nor did they walk in uniform order.

The pace, either fast or slow, looked like people who were waiting to board the plane were rushing over with their luggage.

It's like taking a walk, moving towards this side very naturally.

The only exception... is that there are too many people.

The crowd, several times or ten times the size of the crowd on the street, surrounded him from both sides in a sparse formation.

"So many people... so many people!"

Ringo was a little panicked: "There are hundreds of people...at least four to five hundred people, too many...it seems they are all civilians! They are about to surround us!"

"Does it make sense for you to do this?"

At this moment, an extremely rough synthesized voice, as if it had been distorted by a voice changer, came from the door on the side of the room.

Before he walked out, Russell and Ringo could realize...that it was a monkey-faced eagle.

The body that came out of there was so crude.

It is completely different from the "Naraku-7" used by Monkey Faced Eagle before.

There is neither an exquisite appearance nor a petite and slender simulated body...but a naked doll with no male or female features, and not even hair.

It looked more like a discarded mannequin than a synthetic human. His body looks plastic, and the joints of his arms and legs use backward ball joint technology. He walks unsteadily and walks quite heavy.

The three-dimensional facial features, like those of a Greek stone statue, carved out with knives and axes, could have been called handsome.

But his tightly closed lips were covered with bright red lipstick, and the sunken places where the eyeballs should have been were painted with blue paint.

Yes, he doesn't even have eyes or a mouth. There are no deep indentations in the ears, and the toes of the feet are not separated, but connected together.

That special sense of cheapness makes him look rather shabby.

However, the painted eyes, under the dim light, made people feel afraid of him.

A monster that looks more human than human.

Pale and smooth doll.

Height of 1.8 meters. Stiff fingers. No eyeballs.

When he walked to the wreckage of Naraku-7, he bent down very stiffly. Picked up the pistol.

At that moment, Russell felt a flash of inspiration.

Everything is correct——

This is the monster that killed the Dust Gap.

And his identity...

"...Are you, Chen Gap?"

Russell suddenly spoke and asked about the puppet that looked like a low-quality clothing model.

But as if he heard a voice, he raised his head towards Russell.

There was no expression on his face - by design, he wasn't supposed to have any.

"it's me."

He nodded stiffly, and a rough synthesized voice came from his throat: "At the same time, I am also a monkey-faced eagle."

Russell raised his eyebrows and put his clenched right hand behind his back.

He asked back: "Why, you use your best body to give your own son such a rough body?"

"This is a doll I made with my own hands at home."

"Chen Gap" didn't open his mouth or blink his eyes. He looked at Russell and replied calmly: "I lack the relevant technology and equipment. I can't make a more beautiful synthetic body. But such a body is enough to accommodate me." .

"——In the final analysis, human thoughts are just such cheap things. The total of these materials is less than the price of ten pounds of beef. But it is enough to hold a soul and a thought.

"Although this body gave me a very uncomfortable feeling, as if it was tied hand and foot and placed in a glass jar. But because of this, I was able to confirm that human consciousness can be accommodated."

When Chen Gong said this, his tone suddenly changed: "Russell, the life of 'Naraku-7' is just given to you to relieve your anger.

"We are the same kind, and even more so, we are enemies. We should not fight over these trivial matters. Our battles should be based on more noble ideals and show the conflict of our ideologies.

"You should know that there is no point in killing my 'individual'. Because I can't kill them all.

"Most of the 'people' outside are individuals manipulated and hinted by me. I have not taken away their will and have not merged with them. Therefore, they are not considered 'me' yet. Not to mention, this Among them are ordinary people who have been coerced. If you go on a killing spree... I don't care. At worst, I will let the 'I' in their minds self-destruct - I won't let you get any evidence.

"What are you going to do when they come together? Are you going to kill them all in order to kill my clone?"

"Chen Gap" asked in a low voice with the tone of a monkey-faced eagle: "This is very appropriate, you can use the sentence we mentioned before.

"That's the question my son asked me back then...I'm here to ask you again:

“‘Is it okay to kill to save someone else?’ I’ve given my answer, and how will you answer it?”

"……Ah."

Russell shook his head and sneered softly: "I don't have a son like you."

"A boring joke based on ethics - your poor aesthetics, is this the answer you gave?" Chenxiao responded coldly and rationally.

"Unfortunately. The answer I gave you is similar but not the same as yours..."

Russell took a deep breath.

It was as if this breath was the wind blowing from the stove.

Dark red fire surging from the depths of his dim yellow pupils.

"I save people because I am happy, and I kill people because I am happy - yes, I agree with this sentence.

"But I don't want to destroy this world. Because there are still people I care about in this world... Even if it's just for them, I will protect other people I don't actually care about... just because I can. .just because I want to do it.

"We are the same kind of people, both rotten people who put themselves before others. But I am different from people like you who are abandoned by the world..."

Dark red flames ignited from Russell's body surface.

It swallowed Russell in the blink of an eye, and the saint's beheading blade suspended behind Russell also ignited a dark red fire.

"I'm lucky. I'm loved. So of course, I choose to give back that love - just like you choose to give back that hate to the world.

"You want to be the savior? You are not worthy... You are only free to destroy the world or not."

"Of course I am not a savior. But why should I choose from the options you gave me? Kill your unborn clones and innocent people in advance, or be beaten under their siege without fighting back - my answer That is, I will not choose either of these two paths! I will kill anyone who dares to stop me! Not because they may be you, but because they are standing opposite me!"

The sharp blade hanging behind him penetrated the "dust gap" instantly like a bolide!

The next moment, Russell raised his left hand.

From his palm, surging black fire spurted out, like an invisible giant hand, covering the synthetics!

“You said it’s pointless to kill you?

"You are wrong! Now, killing you means nothing to me!"

Russell, surrounded by black flames, said in a deep voice, his voice gradually overlapping echoes: "I will kill you again, and again.

“I will hunt you to the ends of the earth—I will kill you to the end of time.

“I want to kill all such filthy beings.

"Leave no one behind!"