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Chapter 852, Page 860: The Flames That Buried the New World

“Don’t be afraid, I’m just checking which parts of this instrument can be omitted.” Dr. Gao didn’t turn around: “In order to gain the approval of the Human Rights Commission and the judiciary, the Ethics Oversight Group has added a lot of security devices, but in my opinion, these are all unnecessary. The Communist Party is gambling with its life, and no amount of insurance will help.”

With a whoosh, Dr. Gao removed the lower part of the instrument, which was used to fix the co-brain object: "These supports are useless. As long as the willpower is strong enough, there is no need for auxiliary supports at all."

He's the person who's brainstormed the most in this city, so he's the most qualified to speak on this matter.

As his fingers traced the lines, Dr. Gao's body recalled the pain of the shared brain, but his brain had no memory of it. His mind was forgetting every hour. After his father left home, no one would help him with the shared brain or help him remember the truth.

"If one day, everyone in the world thinks I'm a devil, I don't know if he'll defend me. Given his personality, it's unlikely. At most, he'll send a bouquet of flowers to my grave."

With a clang, the life detection device of the brain-sharing instrument was also removed. If the brain-sharing fails, one dies; what's the point of detection?

Under the gaze of half-shocking and completely bewildered, Dr. Gao streamlined the brain-sharing equipment in the laboratory by more than half.

Previous devices were fully functional, but there was a small chance of accidents during use. The current brain-sharing device has zero safety. It can even be said that the two people who choose to share a brain are highly likely to go insane after completing the brain-sharing process.

"Success."

"What kind of success is this?" Banban's other half of his mouth was almost torn open. He was only strange in appearance, but the doctor in front of him was completely abnormal.

The streamlined brain-sharing device can be carried by two people, and as long as the brain-sharing medication is prepared, experiments can be conducted anytime, anywhere.

“If other members of the group in the college see this, they will report you to higher-level leaders.”

"Wouldn't it be fine as long as they don't find out?" Dr. Gao rummaged through the black body bag, pondering a method of transportation.

Banban discovered that she had indeed learned a lot from Dr. Gao, but each of these things conflicted with her own values, leaving her hovering on the edge of her moral bottom line.

Dr. Gao seemed to be in a hurry, preparing various medicines and stuffing them into his backpack, barely sleeping.

As the night passed, Banban woke up in the laboratory in a daze and saw Dr. Gao still sitting near the brain-computer interface, holding the backpack he always carried.

"You're such a grown-up, why do you still carry a backpack every day?"

“This was given to me by my father. It contains all his love and expectations for me.” Dr. Gao’s eyes were dark-rimmed, and his tone was strange, as if he were saying goodbye: “But I can’t find him now, and I guess I’ll never see him again.”

Banban noticed that Dr. Gao's voice was different from before, and he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that this backpack would be so important to you."

Looking up at Banban, Dr. Gao smiled after confirming that she meant what she said: "You are so deformed, yet you have such a kind heart. Perhaps a miracle can truly be created in this world by your hand."

Banban had a strange expression. It was the first time he had been told he was deformed, but he felt a warmth in his heart, probably because Dr. Gao was not discriminating, but simply stating the facts.

"What should we do next?" "Wait."

Two days later, the discussion about forests had escalated to the level of the entire nation, a major issue that the development of Shanghai cannot avoid.

More and more citizens want to destroy the forests, but there are also some people who oppose it, most of whom have family members who have become trees.

The verbal dispute escalated into a physical altercation within two days, and the number of patrol teams gradually increased, causing concern among the authorities in Xinhu about the possibility of an incident spiraling out of control.

The judiciary, human rights commission, and ethics watchdog have yet to reach a consensus. While they hesitate, the forest has expanded further, and many more people have gone missing. Now, when you turn on the TV, the reports you see are almost all about the forest. The public's patience is about to reach its limit, and various provocative voices are getting louder and louder, with more and more extreme voices emerging.

The Human Rights Committee has repeatedly called for an end to the decades-long effort to build this free, civilized, and inclusive city, urging that it must not revert to primitiveness and violence, and encouraging the use of the brightest aspects of humanity to overcome difficulties. The forest issue may become a test of civilization's advancement; once this hurdle is overcome, the new Shanghai will undergo a transformation to a higher spiritual level.

Shanghai is an ideal city, but when people with different opinions all want to realize their ideals, conflicts break out.

Currently, the new Shanghai is openly divided into four forces: a human rights association that encourages acceptance of forests, a self-contradictory moral watchdog group, a neutral judicial body, and various extreme non-governmental organizations.

The Human Rights Commission argues that every tree that makes up the forest was once a living person, and they cannot be considered trees in the ordinary sense, but rather an oasis of the spiritual world.

Those non-governmental organizations simply cannot understand. In everyone's view, a person is a person, and a tree is a tree. If you choose to be a tree, you must bear the consequences of being a tree, and you shouldn't cause people any more trouble.

On the third night, the forest expanded again, spreading into the Stomach Contents neighborhood on Autopsy Avenue, the neighborhood with the most residents on Autopsy Avenue, where the gardener used to live.

The six tower buildings in the community each formed their own protective teams to "break down" all the "trees" that had entered the community and throw them onto the main road.

Protection organizations that tried to intervene were attacked, and the Human Rights Commission sought help from the police, but was refused by the judicial authorities.

Trees do not feel pain, and the forest in dreams silently endures people's abuse and destruction. But the "forest" in Xinhu is different. A certain awakened collective will causes more "trees" to grow towards the community. Some residents were dragged into the depths of the forest by the branches of the "trees" and disappeared under the moonlight.

Ordinary physical methods were insufficient to harm the "forest," so residents lit fires in the community, setting up huge fire barrels.

Moonlight spilled into the forest, and firelight illuminated people's faces, making it seem as if the two sides had embarked on two different paths, clearly distinct.

Discovering that fires can stop forests, more and more communities are starting to imitate this, and some extreme grassroots organizations are even trying to build burning walls to confine the forests to a certain area.

When reason fuels a flame, even a raging fire can be tamed, but in this city, reason is extremely scarce.

A heatwave swept through the night, and stray sparks flew like a galaxy falling into the city. People danced in the flames, dancing with abandon.

(End of this chapter)