Arnold entered the house.

The woman he was familiar with, who had three eyes, should be called his sister, who appeared in his vision.

The woman seemed to be stunned when she saw him, then seemed to understand something, and smiled:

"It seems that there is still no gain, it's pretty good."

However, this sentence stopped Arnold, who was walking towards her.

Then, Arnold Ben was scanning the ground's eyes, and raised his head to take the three-eyed woman into his field of vision:

"What's the meaning?"

"Nothing interesting."

The three-eyed woman smiled and said:

"I'm just afraid that the identity of the body's native consciousness will be discovered and will be executed immediately."

Arnold's pupils contracted slightly when he heard this, and he looked at the other person:

"What do you want to say?"

"nothing."

The three-eyed woman put down the pipe in her hand, knocked on the ashtray, and then turned back to her sight:

"Just wonder why you are so persistent in finding the 'black market'?"

"It is inevitable that we native individuals who are born from mothers in black market laboratories are curious about their origins, but it is not something I can understand when tracing the origins at the cost of life."

She said, shaking off all the ash in her pipe and closing the one-eye on her forehead at this moment.

As for her question, Arnold just touched the binocular eyepieces as a disguise, and then took them off to reveal the huge one-eye:

“Why do people keep shifting consciousness?”

Arnold asked a question, and before he could wait for the Three-eyed Woman to answer, he continued to ask:

"Why do they feel they have diverted consciousness?"

This sentence opened the eyes on the three-eyed woman's forehead.

Arnold continued without waiting for the response from the three-eyed woman, and said:

"The memory blocks of the Cyclops develop very early, and the memory blocks of the three-eyed human brain develop earlier than us."

He said, and asked:

"You should be able to see it, you should be able to remember it?"

"Did those who undergo consciousness transfer have been transferred?"

"They simply extract the spiritual memory of a person who wants to transfer consciousness, and then clear the native consciousness memory of a newly cultivated body, forcing it to read the extracted memory documents."

Arnold's huge one-eyed look at her:

“Everyone who undergoes consciousness transfer is dead.”

"The so-called transfer success is just to read the memory document from the transferor and the new person with emptied consciousness."

He said, his eyes falling on the magazine in front of him.

"After you read a magazine, you become a container of consciousness transfer?"

He squinted his eyes and said in a cold tone:

"Did you forget that I am not Arnold, nor you are not Stacia, it's just the name of the memory source who forgot to clear our native consciousness and let us 'read'."

But for this sentence, the three-eyed woman just shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently:

"I'm Stacia, it's just a title."

"Just a title?"

Arnold's tone became more and more cold:

"Character, behavior, when did we have to pretend when we were acting outside? Is this just a name?"

And "Stasia" just blinked her third eye:

"I'm really sorry. My personality is exactly the same as the original owner of that memory, and there is no conflict."

Speaking of this, she seemed to remember something and laughed:

"Yes, yes, you can think that my native consciousness is dead. Now here is Stacia, the original owner of that memory."

Click.

"Then I should kill you now."

With an extraordinary indifference, Arnold's finger was placed on the trigger as he pointed at Stacia's head and the one-eyed on her forehead:

"It makes me nauseous."

"Okay OK, I surrender~"

Stasia just showed helplessness towards his attitude and raised her hands:

“What you have to do is the most important thing.”

This perfunctory attitude made Arnold pull the trigger with his fingers.

Bang!!!

Accompanied by gunfire, bullets tear the air from the chamber.

Stasia turned her head slightly, glanced at the bullet holes on the wall behind her, and sneered:

"I'm really brave."

After saying that, she stood up directly, picked up a stack of information placed at the corner of the table, and threw it towards Arnold.

Arnold did not respond to her sarcasm for being sarcastic on the outside, but just caught the information and opened it.

After gaze passed every line of words on the document, he threw the document back to the desktop, then pulled the disguised eyepiece back to his eyes, and turned around and left the room without saying a word.

.........

After leaving the house, he immediately returned along the way he came, as if he was planning to leave the same way.

However, when he saw the Cyclops curled up on the giant street again, Arnold couldn't help but stop again.

He walked to the Cyclops and asked:

"Why are you here?"

The cyclops with a faint voice responded:

“No job, because I am not strong enough, I have no job to do.”

The cyclopian giant said weakly, pale and said:

"There is no job, no way to cure diseases, and the strength is getting weaker and weaker."

Arnold's gaze flew past the other party's arm, which could almost be said to be like a dead branch. After a brief silence, he said:

"Transfer things for me, come with me and let you eat something first, but there is no wages, and the wages are to keep you full."

The Cyclops were stunned for a moment, then smiled:

"No problem, I accept it."

Then, the pale-looking Cyclops climbed up and followed Arnold with a slow pace.

Soon after, the door opened, Stasia looked at the two people's disappearing backs and shook her head:

"Sad mercy."

......

"Sad mercy."

Yao Yan looked at all this indifferently.

He knew what mercy was, but he had no mercy.

The original driving force of compassion is based on humans as group animals, the kind of mutual assistance instinct engraved in genes, and the kind of group choice that can also benefit oneself.

After humans have rationality and can make value judgments, this instinctive compassion will be strengthened or weakened.

For Yao Yan, there is only weakening.

He will only make value choices based on interests.

Humans will unconsciously count empathy-based compassion into interests and will not happen to him.

However, just as he observed Arnold, disguised as an underground elves, suddenly, he found a rat man coming to his side.
Chapter completed!