Chapter 300 Lying Is Not a Good Habit

The car plunged into the dark tunnel, leaving behind one dim street lamp after another, and at the same time, the tides that never tired of rising and falling.

The entire auditory world seemed to leave a large blank, with only the wheels rolling over puddles and pearls splashing, and nothing else.

The driver was concentrating and looking straight ahead, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and the muscles of his whole body were stiff. He didn't even dare to look up - he was afraid that if he raised his eyes, he would see the three people squeezed in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Especially the silver-haired man who was squeezed in the middle and looked quite restrained, or the first Herrscher. Although he looks harmless now, he is a Herrscher after all, and not long ago, in front of everyone, he just snapped his fingers and...

The black-clothed man sitting in the co-pilot seat held a mobile phone that could not send messages no matter what, and his tongue covered with thick blue-gray tongue coating leaked from his teeth.

There was no sign of his chest rising and falling. His body was gradually getting colder, so cold that it was stiff but could only be manipulated. After three to six hours, the corrupt bacteria in his intestines would begin to multiply and grow rapidly, and a large amount of corrupt gas would make his abdomen swell and bulge, and then those gases would overflow from his mouth, nose, and anus, forming the so-called corpse odor.

But Mikael still fastened his seat belt for him considerately. After all, you must obey traffic rules when driving, even if you become a corpse.

Although... this brought some kind of ridiculous drama... no, fear.

The blankness of the auditory world did not stay for too long, and soon a new noise filled it.

It was not the ups and downs of the waves, but the monotonous sound. It was a symphony composed of iron and fire. Although Mikael's hearing was different from that of ordinary people, with his shallow industrial knowledge, he could only distinguish a few types-

"Clang", it was like a huge meteorite hitting the earth, and the whole ground trembled. It was the sound of a heavy press.

The other sound was completely different. It was not as loud, and it would not cause the whole earth to tremble. Instead, it was an intermittent hoarse sound. It was not alone. Accompanying this sound were strange sounds of "click" and "click", and whistles that floated in the night sky inexplicably.

These corresponded to three situations of the lathe - there were debris inside the lathe shaft, uneven raceway of the bearing ring, and insufficient lubricating oil of the lathe.

There were more sounds that Mikael could not recognize. They all came together and completely covered up the human voice, as if what he was about to enter was a world of only iron and fire.

It seemed that this place was not far from the so-called industrial area, or the lower level area.

Mikael huddled in the middle of the back seat, and the situation outside the front windshield was visible from here. The tunnel was a little longer than expected, but looking ahead, he could already see the clear light coming from the tunnel entrance.

The car chased the light, drove out of the tunnel, and started downhill, which took only ten seconds.

That is, on this long and short downhill road, most of the city's scenery was in sight.

It was different from the dark and dirty industrial area that Mikael imagined. The latter is still debatable. After all, at such a long distance, all kinds of pungent smells have been blown in by the wind from the gaps between the windows and doors. Whether it is dirty or not is obvious at a glance.

The light and shadow are completely opposite to what Mikael imagined. Of course, it is not dark here, but brightly lit, but not the kind of colorful lights that Mikael remembers in the city, which can render the black and gray night sky into a crimson neon.

Each factory building has a few insignificant small windows, and clear white light leaks out from those small windows, door cracks, and the gaps between the container factories, and finally flows together, reflecting the night sky as if it were a calm lake.

It's like a sunny summer day, with no flowers, plants, or trees around, no stone bridges that have been beaten by wind and rain, and no noisy figures, but only the lake surface that silently reflects the blue sky.

Just thinking about it this way, if the sky is regarded as the "lake surface", then the world under it, is it the "sky" that is reflected? Or...

Thinking about it this way, the world filled with clear white light seems to be immersed in the lake water. It would be great if the buildings that stand neatly at intervals could sway like water plants.

Hmm?

"Those buildings are..."

"Ah. We divided the entire city into square areas. The main body of each unit area is a [tower], which is 100 stories high, with 100 rooms on each floor. It is divided into four sides according to the east, south, west and north. There are 100 four-person dormitories in the north, 20 two-bedroom apartments in the east and west, and 10 single rooms in the south. Theoretically, one floor can accommodate about 500 people, and one building can accommodate 50,000 people."

The name of the tower... It's hard not to remind Mikael of some early memories.

"In theory..."

Mikael grasped the point at once.

"One two-bedroom apartment is equivalent to five four-person dormitories, and one single room is equivalent to ten four-person dormitories?"

"Yes, in theory. Although most people lost their families in the collapse, and in the best case, they were separated from their families, there are always some people who still have their families around. If they are asked to live in dormitories, it would be too inhumane - this is the consideration during the design."

"What about single rooms?"

"Uh... well... we have to give some special treatment to the 'outstanding' personnel and 'managers', right?"

"Is this also a consideration during the design?"

"Yes."

It seems not bad. Although equality should be one of the highest pursuits of mankind, when it comes to specific implementation, whether it is active or passive, "the disparity in the world" is always unavoidable.

But Michael also said, and repeatedly emphasized that this is only a consideration during the design.

"So what is the actual situation?"

"Ahem! If Captain Michael is so interested, why don't we go to the tower first?"

"Okay, there are not many people inside now, Mei, what do you think?"

"Hmm?"

Seeing Michael reaching over her head to ask for her opinion, Mei hurriedly put away her phone and showed a slightly embarrassed smile:

"I have no objection."

The corners of Michael's mouth twitched slightly, and then he leaned back in the back seat a little dejectedly - Mei's chat partner is needless to say. Where's Ellie? I'm afraid she's with his original body now...

Tsk! This feeling of being jealous of himself...

After all, even if he knew that he was a clone who would be killed after completing the mission, he was still a living person, he would feel lonely, and he would also long for love and being loved...

Stop!

He suddenly twisted his thigh fiercely-now, he could finally understand why the original body was so afraid of his clone.

Because the clone is indeed a living consciousness, after being born, they will inevitably have spiritual pursuits beyond the mission, and if there happens to be a clone, his pursuit of other things will overwhelm his obsession with completing the mission.

Then it is normal for him to raise a weapon against his original body.

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With the documents of the City Hall, the car drove straight to the bottom of the tower without any hindrance.

Mikael and Mei got off the car first, and Michael gave a lot of instructions to the driver. Michael moved his ears slightly, taking in all the words, confirming that neither of them had any bad intentions, and raised his neck to look at the towering building.

The bottom of the building is a standard square with a side length of more than 500 meters. As for the height... Mikael stretched his neck to look up. In addition to the red flight warning lights flashing continuously, outlining the shape of the building, the top of hundreds of meters high is completely stuck to the night sky, and it is impossible to separate it visually.

The building adopts a fully enclosed design. Except for a few vents, there are almost no windows. Instead, there are thick metal armor plates. Every other floor, the armor plates will have obvious sections.

Mikael guessed that perhaps these armor plates can be retracted inward to reveal the balconies on all four sides, but for some reason, it was [temporarily] put down.

In short, this building is a thick four-sided iron column. At least Mikael can't see any similarity between it and its name, the tower.

"Tower..."

In Luluye, the building that gathered the last survivors was named "Tower".

This was of course just a coincidence. After all, the incident involved the scandal of the Lichtenstein family and the coalition government. The mission report written by Himiko was later required to be deleted and revised. Only a few of them had the memory of the tower.

And they obviously had nothing to do with the naming of this type of building.

It's just... this coincidence seems to be too coincidental, which makes Mikael smell something different-

The Mu Continent where Luluye was located was the most developed place of human civilization. In a sense, it was the paradise of mankind, just like the Americas now.

The same airport pick-up, the same handsome man from the Lichtenstein family who was burdened with contradictions.

The same hidden truth, the same tower...

Even the seasons are the same (Luluye is in the southern hemisphere, and the Third New Paradise City is in the northern hemisphere)! ! !

One, two, three, four, five, six...

It is not impossible to toss a coin six times in a row and get the same side facing up all six times. After all, there have been miracles in this world with a probability of one times ten to the power of negative fifty or more. Compared with that, something with a probability of one-sixty-fourth can be called a very high probability.

But whether it is a coincidence or an arrangement in the dark, Mikael can no longer drive this thought out of his mind - in fact... everything in the world is in an irreparable cycle.

Turning his head slightly, Mei also looked at the untraceable dividing line between the tower and the sky. She was also half an eyewitness to Luluye's incident that year, and she should have communicated with Aldemir later. Did she find so many coincidences? What was she thinking?

Mikael instinctively wanted to use the power of consciousness to explore it. This impulse is like breathing instinct for people with spiritual power. Besides, as an ordinary person, Mei could not detect any abnormality.

But he did not do so, and it was not just out of respect for his comrades.

Although his clone has all of Mikael's memories, just like Hua Guan's previous memories recorded by Yu Duchen, he always exists as a third party when he reads those memories.

Because of this, if there is anyone in the world who knows Mikael best, it must not be Mikael himself, not Alicia, but him, who knows almost all of Mikael's past, but is not Mikael.

In his opinion, Mikael's biggest problem is that he has never lived as a pure Mikael.

The relationship between him and Ying Jie was outwardly that of comrades-in-arms and superficially that of family members, but deep down in his heart, he never put himself and Ying Jie on an equal footing.

Unlike other "people from another world", he did not overlook them from a superior attitude. On the contrary, he always stood at their feet and regarded the heroes and heroes as insurmountable existences.

And once this happens, he will naturally imitate the heroes and even some people after him.

Therefore, he no longer lives as Mikael, but lives as Alicia's substitute, as Kevin's substitute, as May's substitute, and even as that person...

He spent most of his time thinking about "What do they want?" and "What would they do in such a situation?"

He rarely really listens to his heart - "What do I want?", "How do I want to do it?"

It is precisely because of this need that he sometimes cannot restrain his urge to use the power of consciousness to understand their thoughts.

He would always overlap his footsteps with these people, and always huddle his body in the shadows cast by them. This allowed him to reach the present moment smoothly, but it was also destined that he would not be able to surpass them.

After all, the people he imitated only existed as Icarus, and they did not touch the real sun.

And Mikael, who has been shrinking in their shadows, can only fly to the height of Icarus again but cannot cross it.

Thinking of this, the clone couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile. It was self-deprecating, but the object of ridicule was not entirely himself.

Is the ontology aware of this now?

The clone did not dare to confirm, because even for him, the main body still concealed some memories, especially the memories of the past two years.

After those memories were forcibly "withdrawn", a clear-cut blank was left. If you are intentional, you might as well use this outline to try to depict the true purpose of the body hidden behind it.

But the clone is also a little tired and doesn't want to waste energy on an ending that he is destined to never see.

"Are you ready?"

He suddenly turned around and urged.

Michael pulled himself out of the carriage and smiled:

"Okay, okay...please come with me."

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"No... no, no, no, I'm old, and I can't bear the exciting projects you young people have."

Royger smiled and declined the other city officials' proposals to invite him to enjoy the nightlife together, and everyone was not surprised.

Ushikawa's eyes hesitated for a long time between Roygel's white beard and the neon lights across the wall. He couldn't bear this temptation. Besides, Roygel was indeed old and qualified, so he declined politely. Ushikawa didn't have the qualifications of others.

As a result, Royger was the only city official left in the corridor of the city hall.

His staff came up with a coat, put it on him, and asked softly:

"Master, it's getting late, do you need to rest early?"

"No...no, wait a moment."

Royger took out his mobile phone and stared at the message that popped up on the screen in silence for a moment. The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly, and his white beard also twitched.

Within a few minutes, there were rapid footsteps at the end of the corridor, and a man dressed as an aide walked over.

His formal suit had already been soaked by the rain and clung tightly to his body, making his figure look increasingly thin and emaciated.

Seeing Royger standing in the corridor, staring directly at him, the staff member was frightened, stood up straight, and saluted him.

Royger waved his hand, indicating that he didn't have to be polite, then took out the white gloves from his pocket, put them on, and asked seemingly casually:

"You are the aide next to Michael...what is your name...?"

"Master Royger, my name is Levi."

"Oh...where are you, my lords? Why haven't you seen him come back?"

Levi frowned, he had a very bad feeling - why did it seem like Royger was waiting for him?

He then shook his head and warned himself not to think too much. After all, the only person in their team who might have leaked the information had been killed by the First Herrscher, so Royger had no reason to know those things.

"Well... Your Excellency asked me to come back and tell you that the two special correspondents asked him to accompany him to play games. I'm afraid he won't be able to come back tonight."

"Oh, oh, that's it."

Royger nodded indifferently. He had already put on his gloves and was staring at his palms silently.

"Anything else?"

"Uh, I would like to ask the other city officials, should I go and inform them directly, or should I bother you to convey it to them on your behalf?"

"No need."

Royger shook his head, elegantly unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket, took out a pistol from his waist, and pointed the muzzle directly at Levi's eyebrows under his astonished eyes:

"Lying is not a good habit, kid."