48 Hours a Day

“Dear passengers, please note that you have arrived at the first floor, please check what you are carrying, get off in an orderly manner, thank you for taking this train and look forward to seeing you next time...”

As the shuttle slowed down, the passengers arrived at their destination.

Zhang Heng waited until the cabin module was removed and released the seat belt placed in the arrival area, followed the flow of people out of the station.

He noted that the atmosphere on the first floor was very different from the one he had come to last night, and that although he was still in a coma, there were many more riot police officers on the streets, which was still rare in a space that was almost already anarchic.

The presence of these policemen was clearly linked to the previous fighting between Zhang Heng and the runaways.

After all, the death of dozens of people is a big deal on any floor, but it seems that Miss F promised to help Zhang Heng fix this matter is not a lie. At least after Zhang Heng's appearance, the riot police did not react, so they watched him go from front of them.

Zhang Heng walked to the meeting point.

It was a neighborhood, but unlike the three-story neighborhood, the only access control system was broken and no cameras were installed. Zhang Heng took the elevator directly to the 22nd floor and knocked on the door of the 2204.

After a moment, the electronic lock on the door of the room opened, and there was a voice from Miss F, “Come in, close the door. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Zhang Hengyuan walked into the house.

Unlike his imagination, this is not the kind of secret base on the second floor of the cinema, but a real home. Although the furniture and decorations here are not comparable to Xu Qian's apartment, neither the wall hangings nor the various decorations in the house indicate that there are people living here.

Besides that, Zhang Heng also saw a little girl on the carpet in the living room, about three or four years old, very cute looking, playing with a toy duck there.

Zhang Heng tried to say hello to the little girl, but the other party just looked up at him, didn't talk, and lowered his head to play with his duck.

Zhang Heng sat down on the couch opposite her, and after about five minutes, Miss F's voice came out of the kitchen again, “Help me pack the table. ”

“Okay.” Zhang Heng rose and cleaned the books and paper on the next table.

And then Miss F came along with two plates of stir-fried vegetables.

“I usually only eat vegetables at night, but I knew you were coming. Tonight I fried you extra plates of pepper filament, left it in the kitchen, you can bring it out. ”

“Thank you.” Zhang Hengdao then looked at the little girl on the carpet, "She belongs to you and Mr. G...”

“No, she's just a child of a friend of mine, put it with me for now," said Miss F., "and her mother will be off work shortly, picking her up. ”

“Oh.” Zhang Heng then walked into the kitchen and took out the plate of green pepper filament and two bowls of rice beside it.

And Miss F on the other side filled up the porridge, grabbed the chopsticks and spoons, and let the little girl on the carpet play in the next room.

After the two of them sat at the table, Zhang Heng again handed the gift he had just bought to Miss F across the street, and said thanks, "I didn't expect you to let me come to your house. ”

“Why do you say that?” Miss F took the gift and discovered that it was a box of chocolate, and when she saw the chocolate sign, her hand broke the box clearly.

“Because once I get back to the security company, this memory is likely to be seen causing you trouble.” Zhang Hengdao, "thank you for showing me that movie, the part about social superreality is impressive, oh, and the hamster you gave me until I got home to figure out what it means. ”

“It's not possible,” Miss F frowned, "that doubting yourself has never been an easy thing, even the best philosophers can't perceive their identity so quickly, let alone accept it so quickly, it doesn't even look like there's any doubt at all. ”

“Well, it's probably because I've been thinking about who I am lately.” Zhang Hengdao.

“Do you have an answer now? ”

“No, but I already know I'm a clone. ”

“Well, because of the existence of the memory encoder, the memories that clones have are forged,” Miss F clipped Zhang Heng a green vegetable with chopsticks, "you need a little time to adjust to your new identity, to think about who you are, why you live and how you want to live. ”

“You're right, but before I do, I have an important thing to do," Zhang Heng said, pointing to his head, "I have to take out the locator under the cerebral cortex. ”

“Is that why you came to me?” Miss F seems a little curious, "how do you know I can help you? ”

'Cause I know who you are. ”Zhang Hengdao,“ If there is one other person in the world who can solve the trouble I encounter, it is you, you and I have had the same thing, the outside world thinks you are dead, but you are still sitting opposite me, I just don't know if I should continue to call you Miss F, or should I call you Tong? ”

Miss F heard her pupils shrink sharply, but soon returned to normal. If Zhang Heng hadn't looked into her eyes all the time, she wouldn't have even been able to capture this flashing emotional change.

Then Miss F calmed down, “Tong is dead, or more precisely, she never existed, just an idol symbol created to satisfy the entertainment needs of the public. She has no family, no friends, no thoughts of her own, no precious memories that truly belong to her, just a... hollow, beautiful toy. ”

“But now you do," Zhang Hengdao, "I came to you for nothing, just wondering how you took the locator out of your head? ”

“Sorry, I can't get the locator out for you.” Miss F shook her head.

“Hmm?” Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.

“'Cause I was saved, too, and you saw the man who saved me. ”

“Mr. G? ”

“Yes, so if you want to take the locator out of your head, you can only ask him for help. As far as I know, he's also the only person in the whole new Shanghai 0297 who can get the locator out of your head. ”

“What price do I have to pay... Wait, is marrying him one of the conditions he helped you with? ”

“You misunderstood that I was only going to marry him because I wanted to marry him, and Mr. G didn't force me, otherwise we wouldn't be engaged until now.” Miss F caresses the engagement ring on her hand, “but you know, even if it were him, it would be risky to help you, and he might make some demands on you, but don't worry, I'll help you. ”