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Wang Chao shook his head and sat down. Daydreaming was pointless, and he had no idea where things would go with Zhang Fusheng, nor did he want to think about it any further. Just as he settled into his chair, the door was pushed open. Without needing to look, he knew that the only person who would enter without knocking was Xiaocao. Sure enough, when he looked up, he saw Xiaocao walking towards him.
Xiaocao sat directly in the chair opposite Wang Chao and tilted her head as she said, "It's been over half a year since I came out; it's time to go home. I don't know how to express this. If I were an ordinary person, I would probably say something like 'I really enjoyed the time spent with you' or 'It's truly sad to part ways,' right?"
Wang Chao nodded. Although he knew that Xiaocao might have some ulterior motives, during their time together, he could genuinely say that he felt happy being with her or sad about their separation. He remembered how this adorable little girl wanted to take Aikun'er to see the Zombie and how serious she looked while playing mahjong during the New Year. Bit by bit, even though Xiaocao never interfered in Wang Chao's affairs, he had grown accustomed to having her around.
"What you just said is exactly what I wanted to say!" Wang Chao replied. "It's a mix of joy and sorrow. I hope one day you'll understand what it feels like to have emotions because that's what it means to be truly human." With that, Wang Chao stood up, walked around his desk, and approached Xiaocao, extending his arms. Seeing this, Xiaocao also stood up and reached out her hands for a hug.
"Safe travels! I hope you can come back often; the gates of Huaxia will always be open for you." Wang Chao spoke sincerely, without a hint of insincerity; it was purely from his heart. He could only wish her well on her journey, he thought to himself. Xiaocao nodded and then leaned in close to Wang Chao's ear, whispering something he couldn't quite catch.
Wang Chao's expression shifted from surprise to normalcy.
"Of course," Wang Chao said.
Xiaocao nodded again and then left the room, departing from the Safe Zone and heading towards the small island. Two days later, on that nameless island—one that no one could find—Xiaocao arrived. The place was still filled with all sorts of bizarre creatures. Xiaocao walked past them with a blank expression on her face. At that moment, she thought, "If Miss were here, she would surely enjoy playing with these monsters. What games did they play before? Why do I find it hard to understand?"
After passing by those creatures, she finally reached a certain spot where a door appeared out of thin air in the void. Once Xiaocao stepped through it, the door vanished completely into the background—without any physical form—making it impossible for anyone to find it again. Xiaocao had now reached the depths of this base and stood behind what she referred to as "Grandpa," saying, "Grandpa, I'm back."
It seemed like it had been more than half a year since anyone had seen Xiaocao. Perhaps it was because one person felt so lonely in such a vast base; upon seeing Xiaocao again, the old man couldn't hide his joy. He set aside the corpse of a creature he had been examining and walked over to touch Xiaocao's face before closing his eyes and asking, "Xiaocao, how have you been outside?"
Hearing this question left Xiaocao momentarily speechless. The words she wanted to say lingered on her tongue but wouldn't come out. After a long pause, she mustered all her courage and looked at the old man as she said, "If I had to describe it, I would say that 'Xiaocao is very happy' reflects my feelings over the past six months..."
Upon hearing her words, the old man suddenly opened his eyes wide and stepped back a few paces, looking at Xiaocao with an expression of disbelief filled with confusion and turmoil. He trembled all over before stammering out, "Xiaocao... you actually have emotions?" With that said, he listened intently for her response.
Xiaocao shook his head, and then said: "Xiaocao does not have feelings, but just wants to use human words to express himself, the kind in his heart, maybe..." I don't know why, Xiaocao twisted No matter how hard I try, I don't know how to describe that kind of feeling. If it were Xiaocao before, this would be impossible. Before Xiaocao finished speaking, the old man slapped Xiaocao in the face. Xiaocao shut up and stopped talking. He just looked at the old man quietly. The expression on the old man's face was ferocious, as if he had come from hell. The fierce ghost crawling out, Xiaocao has never seen this kind of expression on the face of the second human being. I wonder if this can be regarded as the characteristic of the old man. "You can never be her, you can never be her!" The old man grabbed his hair with both hands, and then kept pulling his hair. He seemed to be on the verge of collapse. He pulled out the few hairs one by one. Then, the old man gasped and roared: "Since you are not her, then I can do whatever I want." Then, the old man took a few steps forward and tore off Xiaocao's clothes. But at this time, Xiaocao didn't make any move. He just let the old man make rude and rude actions. In a short time, the old man He had already stripped off all the clothes on Xiaocao's body. Then, the old man hurriedly took off his pants, took out the shriveled thing, and lay on Xiaocao's body. "You are not her, you are a bitch, you are a bitch, you are just a thing created by me!" The old man gasped and kept repeating these words, especially the sentence "You are not her" Xiaocao didn't show any expression or resistance, just looked at the old man and tilted his head and said: "Although I have the memory of the young lady, her appearance, and her genes, I am indeed not her, and I have no feelings. , I don’t understand human beings, let alone her...” “Hahaha, yes, that’s right, you are just a substitute!” The old man said, and actually burst out laughing, smiling, but howling again. He started to cry loudly, and the cry was very sad, which was very obvious in this silent base. The cry hit back and forth on the empty wall, forming countless echoes, as if hundreds of thousands of people were suffering together. The old man turned over and lay on the ground, his tears even wet the floor next to him.
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