There is a flower in front of me, and the light and shadow change.

There was an old man sitting in front of him. He looked to be seventy or eighty years old, maybe eighty or ninety years old. After all, it is indeed difficult to accurately identify a person's age from his appearance these days. The older he gets, the more so.

However, the owner of the body seemed to be more concerned about the environment of the room. Aaron's eyes followed the owner's attention everywhere - this was a spacious and comfortable living room, and the bookshelf behind the old man was filled with hundreds of books.

This is a physical book. From the mottled wear and tear on the corners of the book cover, it can be seen that these books are not decorations to show off taste but genuine carriers of knowledge. Aaron does not recognize most of the books. He is not a person who likes to read. There are a few others.

Aaron has read several books, which were compulsory subjects when he was studying in the police station. They involve sociology and economics, and the political spectrum leans toward the radical left.

As his eyes continued to scan, Aaron had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. He felt that this room was very empty. It was not physically empty but lacked "traces of life". You must know that a person who can live to his seventies or eighties will always have a lot of life.

All kinds of souvenirs will be left behind. Even if the memories carried by these items have long since faded in the memory of the owner, the items themselves will often be retained. This is the psychological knowledge he learned from Ling Chong.

There are many similar souvenirs kept in Ling Chong's study. There are sour love and clumsy family ties, the blood and fire of war, and the fateful friendship of comrades. There are too many accumulated memories that may look like rubbish to others.

Among the scattered items, no matter how many times I want to throw them away, I can't do it, because those are the traces of a person's life.

But there was no trace of life in the living room in front of me.

The daily necessities are quite satisfactory, comfortable, low-key and seemingly quite expensive. The decorations are also present, but they are more of a manifestation of aesthetics and art rather than traces of memory. The whole room seems to have been meticulously cleaned, leaving nothing behind.

It belongs to the spiritual influence deep in the owner's consciousness.

This person was full of disgust and maybe regret for his life. Aaron, who had studied some psychology in the police academy, subconsciously made this judgment. Otherwise, he couldn't understand why a person would do this to his living room.

Such rigorous "cleaning"?

"You came to my house just to see the boring furnishings here?" The old man opened his mouth and spoke, his voice a little displeased.

"I'm just... I'm surprised that you agreed to meet me." The voice of the owner of the body became female, and Aaron had no impression of this voice. "It's rare to see a living room as 'clean' as yours.

People have to pay attention.”

"Would you like tea?" The old man was silent for a while and asked, pointing to the glass teapot on the coffee table.

"Don't bother, this is not my body." The owner of the body smiled and said the shocking line.

"So what you said is true." The old man cast a scrutinizing gaze at the owner of the body. The gaze was so sharp that it seemed as if it could penetrate a person's soul through his eyes. Even Aaron, who was hidden behind the scenes of the Internet,

They all felt their hearts throbbing because of that look.

"The look in your eyes is as scary as the original address attack." The owner of the body smiled bitterly.

"Don't just say things that the elderly don't understand, especially those who are already my age. I am two whole generations behind you." The old man withdrew his gaze and seemed a little lonely in his words.

"You are being humble." The owner of the body smiled, "If you are really the kind of old man who is immersed in his most glorious years, there is no way our lives will intersect, General."

General? The old man in front of me was once a senior military officer?

"The glory days?" The old man suddenly laughed, with a strong self-deprecating emotion that was not concealed at all. "There is no such thing as your so-called glory days in my life. It just goes from one failure to another involuntarily, especially for me."

What I can't stand is that I don't have the courage to do things that I should do but won't succeed. I'm a complete coward."

"Ah, I understand the origin of this living room style." The owner of the body sighed.

"Then you should also understand why I allowed you to appear here."

"It seems that you have picked up those things that 'should be done but will not succeed' again?" The owner of the body repeated what the old man said just now.

"Because they now have a chance of success," the old man nodded. "The education I received has made me refuse to carry out efforts that have no chance of success."

"I'm so grateful for your confidence in us." The body owner's gratitude seemed genuine.

"I don't need to thank you. I need to do something. You can see that my life is coming to an end. If I don't seize the opportunity now, I won't wait for the second chance when I have time." The old man calmly stated his physical condition.

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"Your circulatory system is aging too seriously. Even the artificial heart and nano-drug flow cannot resist systemic vascular sclerosis. The effective operating rate of your digestive system is less than 2%. You must take comprehensive nutritional supplements instead of relying on normal

Food sustains life, and your effective lifespan may not exceed five years. Fortunately, you still have a healthy brain, but you don’t know how long it can continue to operate safely.”

"Damn it, those doctors told me that these damn machines in my stomach have the best safety protection in the world." The old man cursed angrily.

"Your personal doctor did not lie to you. The life-support implant in your body does have the most advanced firewall under current technology. Although it is a pity that their existence makes you incompatible with our system, considering your age, this

It is an acceptable result. Not everyone has the chance to live from the last century to the present." I don't know whether it is intentional or caused by some kind of change. The body owner's speaking style is more like a machine than when facing the director.

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"Yes, the last century..." The old man's eyes dimmed quickly, "The people of the last century were wiped out by time, and their thoughts were turned into ashes, leaving behind a group of old guys like us who are just hanging on.

Ruins that are incomprehensible at all.”

"General, I must remind you that the current society is the accumulation of all social factors from ancient times to the present. Of course, these factors also include the era you favored." The owner of the body corrected seriously.

"But the closer we are, the greater the proportion, isn't it?" The old man shook his head tiredly, "In my eyes, you are all monsters. I don't even know whether I should continue to call you 'human beings'. The society you have created is different from

The society I aspire to build is literally as far away as the North Pole from the South Pole, and what’s even more damn ironic is that I actually played a part in the process of building it.”

The owner of the body remained silent. Aaron didn't know what he was thinking.

"No matter what the hell you are secretly working on, the ultimate goal must have nothing to do with my ideal world. If you can't provide further evidence to convince me, even if you stop my artificial heart now, you won't get any benefit at all.

." The old man cast a scrutinizing look at the owner of the body, which was even hostile.

"Indeed, I can roughly guess what the world you expect will look like. Unfortunately, with the current social productivity and wealth structure, it is simply not feasible to realize it. I also don't want to deceive a noble man with false promises.

Idealist." After a while, the owner of the body spoke again.

"Then our conversation ends here." The old man's expression was bored and tired, "You are not the opportunity I want. It seems that after all, I am just a piece of coffin flesh that I don't want to bury in the ground."

"Please don't judge so quickly, general." The owner of the body smiled bitterly, "I won't talk about my ideals with you. Our ideals are not clear, but I can promise you one thing."

"What's up?"

"In the world we expect, people will be better." The owner of the body was extremely sincere, and even Aaron could really feel from the feeling returned by this memory that the person who said this sentence was not false in any way.

"Is it better? In your eyes, now is always better than before, but look at what it has become?" Unfortunately, these sincere words failed to convince the other party.

"I know, General, I know." The owner of the body continued to maintain his sincerity, "But someone has to do it, right?"

"It all depends on human effort." Aaron could feel that the old man's hostility had subsided slightly, "This is the argument I like."

"The following is our request. The connections you still have, the resources you have accumulated over the years, and if possible, the information now placed in the safe behind you." The owner of the body made a shamelessly greedy request.

"You want everything except me, a loser." The old man sneered, "Who gave you the courage to speak, Liang Jingru?"

"The jokes at the beginning of this century are too far away from contemporary times, General." The owner of the body smiled bitterly, "I know very well how excessive my request is, but the enemies we have to face are too powerful, they are like eight monsters lurking in the mud.

Clawfish, if we are not careful we will become food."

"You came to me, so your enemy is..." the old man thought thoughtfully.

"The ghosts of peacekeeping wars, you know who they are."

"You dare to be enemies with them?!" The old man's pupils suddenly locked, as if he had heard some shocking arrogance.

"To realize our ideals, they are walls that must be destroyed." The owner of the body nodded.

"This is beyond my expectation." The old man seemed to be deep in thought, "How sure are you that you can win?"

"Almost not." The owner of the body still answered honestly.
Chapter completed!