Author: Jack Wills

In the living room of the villa, Fu Xi saw the middleman brought back by the special operations team.

She changed out of the tightly packed national clothing of a gypsy and put on everyday clothes common in Rose City. Fu Xi could see the sunken cheekbones and pale complexion, like someone suffering from a terminal illness who had undergone multiple chemotherapy treatments.

patient.

At least from the outside, you can't see the shadow in the photo.

There was a little girl beside him. She was not afraid of strangers when she came to a strange environment and sat quietly beside her.

On the other side of the sofa in the living room, there was an 'unexpected gain' who didn't regard himself as an outsider. He was pointing at Fu Xi's art collection in the display cabinet in the living room with his arms crossed.

"Ugly."

“Inferior quality.”

"Fake."

"At first glance, it is 3D printed with AI assistance. This is also called a work of art."

After much observation, Maggie smacked her lips and concluded:

"The taste is not good, the goods are just average."

Tilu couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily to her:

"Sister, can't you just be quiet for a while?"

Maggie tilted her head and responded: "Oh, there are so many people here and I don't know any of them. It's so embarrassing to sit on the sofa and act like a sculpture."

Overtly and covertly, he was sarcastic to the fortune teller Homura, but the latter just kept smiling and pretended not to hear.

Fu Xi walked in and finally attracted the attention of several people present. Maggie smiled and waved enthusiastically: "Boss Fu, Master Fu, hi!"

Fu Xi asked Tilu:

"Where did this guy come from?"

It was difficult for Tilu to explain, so she could only say: "Just treat it as a gift picked up on the road. Boss, don't you want to ask him if you have anything else to say?"

"Hey! Don't think I didn't hear it. Who did you say picked it up?"

Maggie came over and tried to pinch Tillu's face, but suddenly her vision blurred.

She flew upside down to the wall next to the carpet, where the invisible magnetic lock had already locked her.

After a few hard pulls, Maggie couldn't get off the wall, so she sighed: "Bigi's ability is getting better and better, she is indeed my sister."

Maggie obviously didn't make any contribution and still had the mentality of a child playing around.

Otherwise, this method would not be able to trap her.

Fu Xi ignored Maggie for the moment, whispered to Ti Lu to keep an eye on her, and then turned his attention to the fortune teller Yan.

"Hello, this is the first time we meet. My name is Fu Xi."

"Nice to meet you, Master Fu."

Yan shook hands with Fu Xi, and Fu Xi felt a completely different texture from human hands.

It's like touching cold silicone.

This is not an ordinary mechanical prosthetic body, but a demonic entropy prosthetic body that only a few people can use.

Using magic entropy to replace mechanical control of acquired limbs and avoid the nerve pressure caused by mechanical prosthetics can be said to be an exclusive technology for sublimates.

Seeing his surprised look, Yan Yan explained: "I was hurt a little in my early years, please forgive me."

Fu Xi came back to his senses, let go of his hand and sat opposite Yan:

"Nothing, I'm just surprised that Ms. Yan is still an ascendant."

He didn't talk nonsense and showed the photos he got from the old dog:

"Do you know the person in this photo?"

Yan squinted his eyes and replied, "From the appearance, I recognize him."

Fu Xi then said: "There is no other reason to invite Ms. Yan here, I just want to know something about the situation. How much do you know about the old dog Luo Xi'an?"

"Luo Xi'an."

There was a trace of disdain and ridicule on the corner of Yan's mouth: "From Master Fu's point of view, I should say that he is very familiar."

"Can you tell me about it?"

Yan was fine and slowly spoke:

"More than forty years ago, when I was still studying, I was a member of the same rock band as him. I was the keyboardist and he was the guitarist. In addition, there was a bassist and a drummer, a total of four people."

"As far as I know, Luo Xi'an is a student at United Biology University."

"That's right, he was still studying at that time, and forming a band was a side job." As he spoke, the look of disdain on Yan's face became even worse: "If it weren't for this band, he wouldn't even be able to pay the tuition."

"Ms. Flame, was your band very profitable at the time?" Tilu interjected and asked.

"It's very popular in Xiacheng District, where they are full of fun people who don't have much money in their pockets. They can't squeeze out money, so they don't make money."

Yanzi answered sternly: "But the bassist of the band is a rich second generation who is not very bright. He funded Luo Xian's tuition and living expenses."

The turning point stunned both Tilu and Fu Xi.

It was expected that Luo Xian would start a rock band, after all, she has so many music-related personal items.

However, the rich second generation of the band funded his Ph.D. studies, but he never expected that Fu Hongying said at the time that most of Lao Gou's tuition fees came from "social assistance."

This is what the words ‘social assistance’ mean.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder the second generation of rich people are not very smart. The tuition fees for a doctorate at a private university in Rose City are almost enough to buy a house in the uptown area of ​​Rose City, right?"

Maggie, who was hanging on the wall, overheard and taunted her, and Tiru used her sublimation power to seal her mouth.

"Where are the rest of your band now?"

Fu Xi asked again.

Huiyan shook his head: "I don't know. Maybe Master Fu heard about the Rose City riots forty years ago. During the riots, people in the band died, so the band disbanded after the riots, and I left Rose City."

"Who died?"

"drummer."

This was consistent with the archive information investigated, so Fu Xi did not ask any more questions.

Because next we come to the key point.

"Ms. Yan, do you know about his research? After all, judging from the photos, Luo Xi'an has an unrequited love for you."

As soon as these words came out, Yan couldn't help but laugh.

She shook her head and said patiently: "Master Fu, I'm afraid you made a mistake. I know the person in the photo, but the woman in the photo is not me."

"She is my sister and we are twins. It looks like the photo was taken after the band performed on stage for the last time."

Yan reached out and touched the yellowed surface of the photo:

"Have you seen my sister's belly? She has been pregnant for several months. After this performance, the band's activities will be temporarily suspended. She and her husband have to prepare for the birth of their child."

Fu Xi's eyes narrowed: "Your sister is also a member of the band?"

"That's right."

"What is her duty...?"

"Master Fu has guessed it, hasn't he?" Yan's smile turned sad and sad: "He was the only member who died unexpectedly in the Rose City riot, the drummer."

"Her husband is the rich second generation who supports Luo Xian and is the bassist of the band."

With that said, the logic becomes clear.

Because of the riots in Rose City, Luo Xi'an's unrequited love goddess died unexpectedly, which severely affected his spirit.

For this reason, he studied human cloning-related technologies in Xiacheng District, and wanted to use cloning to clone his goddess.

Fu Xi tapped his fingers and erased the logically established conjecture.

not that simple.

Cloning is a very simple matter. Human cloning technology has been matured hundreds of years ago. As long as there is a complete genetic sequence, modern technology can create a clone of any person.

But cloning is not [resurrection].

Just as Skaine said, Chuyue is a clone of Evl, but Evl is Evl, and Chuyue is Chuyue. Apart from the same appearance and genes, they are two completely different people.

Most people would think that in a world with extremely advanced technology, it would not be difficult to resurrect a person.

Just use genes to clone a body, and then instill the memories uploaded in advance into the body through consciousness transmission.

But this is impossible.

The newly cloned body has already given birth to its own will from the moment the brain and nerves are formed. Forcibly instilling memories will only lead to severe schizophrenia.

It is undoubtedly crazy to regard clones as the resurrection of dead people.
To be continued...