The ancestor of the Yin family?

Yin Bozhi swore: He had never thought about this problem before.

It sounds strange. It seems that people I know, including myself, have never mentioned this kind of thing. No one talks about the senior management of the Yin family. Of course, the Yin family occupies an extremely important weight in the government decision-making circle. This is the consensus of everyone and a secret open in the government circle.

Just like someone knows the name of the US president, you can also point out the surnames of the previous presidents with a stern finger, what party they were born, the political views they once advocated, etc. This is not surprising, the core circle of power is the most concerned issue for mankind. Whether it is civilians, officials, privileged classes or businessmen. Long before the outbreak of the virus, Yin Bozhi knew that the Yin family occupied the government's right to speak. Otherwise, he would not have been able to get the position of "brigadier general".

Thinking about it now, many things seem to be not as simple as I think.

Many things are blank.

I seem to have never met other members of the Yin family. Although Yin Yi, commanders of the base No. 1 and No. 2, Yin Wenhua, both the surname is Yin, they are not their own relatives, but people who came out of a secret training camp. It is said that as long as they enter that secret training camp, anyone will give up everything they have before, and even their names will change.

I don't seem to have a father.

Who is my mother?

As for other elders of the Yin family... I think about it carefully, I don't seem to have seen any of them. I used to know that an uncle was the minister of the country, an aunt was the chief official of the border, and an uncle, uncle, grandfather and cousin were in charge of military power. He was truly an incredible person in charge of power. With just one order, he could start a war against other countries.

The thinking is so clear, but so vague. The images of the characters I used to be familiar with can't remember them even if I racked my brains, and even the names are not very clear. I only know "there is such a person", but what exactly does it look like? Where do I live? Which part of the government work in charge is... The thinking memory has become chaotic and there is no trace to be found.

Yin Bozhi waved his hands in the amniotic fluid, and his ten fingers tightly clamped his head. The severe headache deeply troubled him, and it was deeply penetrated into his bones, which could not be described in words. Just like the tight curse that Tang Monk used on Sun Wukong in "Journey to the West", it almost crushed the bones alive.

Yin family...I only know Yin family.

But who are there in the Yin family?

Why have I never seen other family members? No matter men, women, young, noble or humble, I... why have I never thought of these problems before?

What's going on?

Yin Zhenghua stood outside the cultivation trough, looking at Yin Bozhi who was soaked in amniotic fluid and in pain, a hint of pity appeared on his face.

"This sentence is to turn on the password."

What?

Yin Bozhi raised his head in the amniotic fluid and stared at Yin Zhenghua with an incredible gaze.

"I mean the sentence just now: Have you ever met the ancestor of the Yin family? This is the opening password."

Yin Zhenghua's face had no expression at all, and he was rigid and indifferent: "I have experienced everything you are now. Do you think that past experiences are fake? There are a lot of blank spaces in your mind? Many people you knew, were familiar with, and even had dealt with in person, but they couldn't remember them? Some things that had obviously happened suddenly became very blurry, and they seemed to have never been to those places, and they had no impression of them?"

Yin Bozhi's muscles on his face were tense and he nodded calmly.

"Because this has never happened, you don't have the so-called "experience" at all."

The cold and weird sound directly entered Yin Bozhi's nerve center like a high-speed electric drill, creating a shocking effect like a high-explosive bomb roar: "All of us, every person with the surname Yin, has been like this since birth. We have the same memory, and the entire thinking form and divergent end-of-day were forcibly instilled. Have you seen these thick connecting lines outside the culture tank? They are energy supply channels and also the signal connection devices of the electronic image book during the development of artificial embryos. You once thought that everything in the real world is transmitted through them. You will never think of everything here, because that part of the memory has been erased from your brain. Otherwise... you wouldn't be able to go outside."

"We are mechanically made products, not really humans."

This sentence seemed like a huge meteorite falling from the sky, completely shattering the last slightest fantasy in Yin Bozhi's heart. But the words that followed from Yin Zhenghua's mouth made him feel more and more desperate: "My former military rank was a sergeant, and only accumulated merit last month was promoted to a second lieutenant. Your military rank was a brigade general. This is because of the differences in the specific departments of your and my work. Although our main memory was indoctrination, it did not overturn the basic rules of the world. Especially in the army, the value of officers in the combat department must be far higher than that of civilian departments. The importance of the new Beijing base is self-evident. Although all our secrets are underground, the above-ground parts cannot be given up. Therefore, some people like you are arranged to work outside."

Yin Bozhi remembered: It seems that he has never been to military academy and cannot find the memories of his youth. All the memory images are related to his office. This has been the case since the first day. His daily work is to review documents and issue orders one by one. Subconsciously, the idea of ​​"working for the family" occupies the focus, especially in terms of personnel arrangements, which is also the core.

Yin Zhenghua's voice continued.

"We were classified from the beginning. The reason why we distinguish civil servants and combatants is, on the one hand, because of actual needs, and on the other hand, because of insufficient resources. The training of combatants is much more complicated than that of ordinary civil servants. Take me for example! When it is in the cultivation tank, it is already an infected body. The computer determines the nutritional supply to each artificial embryo. But there are still specific differences. Warriors are always soldiers, but civil servants can accept a new conversion process again through later genetic modification and viral infection."

"In your memory, you must not find the concept of "mother" or "father". In fact, you are wrong, we have both. Take a look at the cultivation tank you are in now! It is your mother, numbered "619", and this is your sleeping place from the embryo form to the complete development. This is the underground world, and the secret that you must forbid, for us fighters is common sense. Each of us has our own mother, and we all regard the cultivation tank where our embryo state is as mothers. Don't think that this is a strange behavior. People must always have faith and sustenance when they live. Otherwise, what is the difference with the walking corpse?"

Mother……

Yin Bozhi lowered his head and saw the three numbers "619" located at the bottom left of his own through the light blue amniotic fluid. They were numbers attached to the wall of the culture tank board, perhaps some kind of paint, very eye-catching white, standard printing.

This is my mother.

A very strange and extremely familiar feeling spreads in the body. Yin Bozhi agreed with Yin Zhenghua's statement. He felt comfortable staying here, and the severe headache gradually subsided. Although the amniotic fluid was smooth, it gave himself warmth as if he was touching his soft fingers.

Yin Zhenghua turned his body, pointed to the holographic image released by the mechanical device, and said something Yin Bozhi had never dreamed of.

"He is our father."

There was so much shocking news from Yin Zhenghua that Yin Bozhi's brain was a little numb. Despite this, he was still surprised by this statement and couldn't help but open his mouth wide and stared at the holographic portrait in the blue amniotic fluid.

"It's hard to accept, isn't it? Actually, when I first learned the news, my reaction was similar to yours now."

Yin Zhenghua smiled bitterly: "All of us have been forcibly instilled. But only those who enter the combat department and get the rank of lieutenant or above can know the relevant information about "father".

These words had no effect on Yin Bozhi. His entire attention was focused on the blue holographic images. Yin Bozhi could not imagine that Yin Jianzhe would be his father?

Yin Bozhi still remembers the things that happened when the virus broke out - Yin Jianhua secretly left the capital and took the guards around him to go out alone to enjoy the mountains and rivers. When the zombies appeared on a large scale, Yin Jianhua was trapped in Kunming. Fortunately, the staff arranged by him were very capable, and they received help from the local garrison and police, contacted the new Beijing base, and were able to return safely.

Just such a boy who has no hair, a playboy who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, is his father?

He looked at Yin Zhenghua, who was standing outside the training trough in confusion, trying to get a statement from the other party that denies the facts. But Yin Bozhi was finally disappointed, and Yin Zhenghua was still smiling bitterly, his face full of helplessness.

"You have to learn to accept reality. I know this kind of thing is hard to imagine, but it is true. It is not the memory instilled by computers, but the real reality."

"Yin Jianhua is the only person in the entire underground base who has fertility."

"We are a special group. This is true for all people with the surname "Yin". We are different from those outside and those civilians on the base. The genes that make up our lives are very special and cannot be copied, and they can only reproduce through the "father". You know, normal men can release up to tens of millions of sperm every time, of which only about five hundred meet the manufacturing standards. Moreover, not all embryos can develop and mature at one time, and a considerable number of them will die in the cultivation process. They don't even have the chance to become biological nutrition bars and leave this world forever."
Chapter completed!