Chapter 280 (1/2)

The first thing Zhao Pengcheng did after he got out of prison was to go to Liuying lane.

Liuying lane is not as lively as before. The pavement along the street looked dilapidated. The doors of many shops were broken, and the signboards on the heads of the doors were covered with dust. There are few pedestrians on the street, and the garbage all over the street is not cleaned. Only the row of old willows is still swaying in the wind as in the past, not moved by human changes.

In the years of human struggle with parasitic consciousness, people have been dying because of gray brain virus. Although some medical organizations have developed viral vaccines, the promotion of vaccines has encountered difficulties. Parasitic consciousness controls most of the resources in society. All ideals are nonsense in front of money and power.

The United Nations Space Management Committee and the dream society, an organization of parasitic consciousness, held peace talks to recognize the legitimacy of alien consciousness. Anyway, they inherited human memory. As far as human individuals are concerned, there is no difference between the person who was parasitic and the person who was not parasitic, except that it may cause disharmony in the bed life of husband and wife.

The dream society also agreed with earth scientists, recognized the rationality of the method of human race continuation, guaranteed that it would not destroy the existing achievements of human civilization, and continued human civilization as far as possible.

In fact, these so-called inter ethnic agreements are nonsense. Not to mention scientists, even ordinary people know that those parasitic consciousness can not abide by this agreement. In a few hundred years, maybe only a few decades, there will be no human beings on the earth. When the resources are exhausted, they will leave the earth. At that time, even the human body can't be preserved.

A small number of scientists led by Mei Xu are still fighting. They have established underground resistance organizations and hid. Now the United Nations and governments are searching everywhere for members of these underground organizations.

Zhao Pengcheng walked along Liuying lane for a while, feeling the comfortable feeling of the turn of spring and summer and the warm wind blowing on his face. You can never smell such comfortable air in prison.

Over the past ten years, his spiritual strength has improved a lot, so strong that he can't believe it. He wanted to compete with Aoki again to see if he was still vulnerable.

In the dream, the full blow of gathering spiritual power with a scalpel is still in front of him, but his memory of Aoki's power is quite vague, but he can't forget his special image so far.

Zhao Pengcheng stopped and looked at the address carefully.

In front of us is a three room wide pavement. The original exquisite decoration on the outer wall gradually erodes and falls off in the wind and rain, but the mottled marks make it look more artistic. The signboard on the door is incomplete, but you can still see the big words ”Ruhua bar”.

A huge hornet's nest hung under the eaves of the window on the second floor, and some wasps just awakened by the warm wind flew around in front of the window. The glass was gray, and traces of pasted words could be seen faintly. Zhao Pengcheng carefully identified it for a while and only recognized the words ”dog” and ”name”.

Zhao Pengcheng went to the gate and tried to pat the door.

The banging sound was like knocking on a broken Gong. There was no response in the door. I just didn't know where to drop a lot of ash on Zhao Pengcheng's head, which made his gray hair even whiter when he was in prison.

The bar seems to have been closed for years.

Zhao Pengcheng took out his mobile phone, opened the memo and checked the door number again. There's nothing wrong with the number. It's really here. He wondered whether the information given by the organization was wrong.

The footsteps sounded. A middle-aged woman in her thirties came along the street. She was wearing a dark gray sports sweater and short spiritual hair. Zhao Pengcheng almost thought she was a man if she didn't have a women's bag and a net bag in her hand.

The woman stopped at the door of the bar, looked up and down at Zhao Pengcheng, looked at the palm print on the door and asked, ”who are you looking for?”

Zhao Pengcheng seemed to see hope and said, ”I'm looking for Aoki.”

”Who are you and why are you looking for him?” the woman looked alert.

Zhao Pengcheng said, ”I... am his friend. Come and see him.”

The woman looked at Zhao Pengcheng and seemed to be looking for flaws. After a long time, she turned and walked towards the small lane next to her and said, ”come with me.”