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When Jiang Lian woke up again, it was already dusk of the day.
Chinese medicine Huo stroked his beard: "Just now you screamed, and you had a convulsion again. I have already performed acupuncture for you and given you pills. This medicine is called 'Wujie Epilepsy Pill', which is a secret recipe passed down from my family. You can rest assured that you have the inheritance of the imperial physician. If you have epilepsy symptoms again, it is not too late to see a western doctor."
He changed his words: "However, the cause of your illness still needs to be explored. Before that, have you been to any weird places? Or have you encountered people who behave abnormally?"
Jiang Lian shook his head: "It's nothing."
Chinese medicine Huo had a serious expression: "This matter is of great importance, have you really encountered no abnormality?"
Jiang Lian: "No, the only exception is you—"
He stopped the sentence just in time, probably out of politeness.
Chinese medicine Huo sighed: "It can only be like this, you can rest well, you will be well soon."
Ginger looked around the room.
Everything is fine in the room.
Jiang Lian looked around at Lin Xun and the others.
A few people are fine.
Wang An'an moved forward and said affectionately, "Brother Jiang, it's time to get off work. You should rest well. If you need to go to the hospital, we will reimburse you in full."
Lin Xun: "We also provide accommodation. There is no occupant in the next room. If you think the transportation is inconvenient, you can move here."
Jiang Lianyuan's eyes wandered, but when he heard Lin Xun's words, "You can move here," he suddenly became more sober: "No, thank you for your kindness."
Then, Jiang Lian put away his computer: "I'll go first, see you later."
After that, he quickly left the room, as if the tourists in the amusement park were escaping from the haunted house.
Zhao Jiji touched Wang An'an with his elbow: "Do you think he will come to work tomorrow?"
Wang An'an didn't say anything, and warned him to keep silent.
Zhao Framework: "?"
Wang An'an leaned closer to his ear, Yu Guang looked at the old man Huo, and lowered his voice: "We know too much."
Zhao Jiji shivered for a while.
Old Man Huo put his hands behind his back and swept his eyes sternly at them: "Forgive you all day at home repairing computers and playing games, and you can't communicate with the outside world."
"Yes, Grandpa Huo." Wang An'an said sincerely: "Actually, Xiao Zhao and I both suffer from three incurable diseases: intermittent deafness, intermittent blindness and permanent muteness. We can't see anything. Didn't hear, let alone say anything."
Old man Huo: "Hmph, I trust you for the time being. It's just that Xiao Lin will go to Shu with me tomorrow, and you two can live on your own."
After that, he strode towards the door and slapped a yellow paper spell on the door frame: "I set up a barrier to keep you safe."
Lin Xun: "Thank you, Master."
As soon as old man Huo left, Lin Xun was surrounded by Wang Anan and Zhao Jiji.
"Algorithm, please explain honestly." Wang An said, "Am I dreaming?"
"I also hope that you are dreaming, but no." Lin Xun didn't hide it, he explained to them all his experiences in the past few days, and heard the broken sound of the materialist worldview.
Zhao Zhijie looked out of the window with no eyes.
Wang An An was paralyzed on the chair, and after five minutes, he suddenly sat up from a dying illness: "So, algorithm, if I also cultivate immortals, or you write a helloorld into my compiler, won't I be free from hair loss forever? distressed?"
"Theoretically, this is the case." Lin Xun said.
Wang An'an stunned in admiration: "That's also a beautiful thing."
Wang An'an, his solid materialistic worldview, was finally completely shattered under the temptation of not losing his hair.
Him: "Brother Lin, take me one."
Lin Xun: "But now I can only write programs in my own compiler. There is no way to change you. I will find a way."
When he said this, he looked down at Wang Anan: "Now, what you can do is to provide me with a feasible program. I need a firewall, send me a copy."
After Wang An'an and Zhao Zheji accepted the reality, supported each other, and left the room with vain steps, Lin Xun immediately closed his eyes and his consciousness sank into the system space.
The gift the system gave him has not yet been received.
A Chaos Treasure Chest, a Primary Artifact.
The Chaos Treasure Chest is a random item, so what is the primary magic weapon...
Lin Xun was very curious about this.
He approached the task interface and was suddenly stunned.
"I..." almost blurted out uncivilized words, he couldn't believe his eyes.
What is this time
Floating in the void looks like a cherry keyboard!
Exactly the same as the one in his room!
Lin Xun had a headache and reached for the keyboard.
The moment his fingers touched the keyboard, this thing instantly blurred, turned into a ray of light composed of countless binary data streams, and entered his body.
System sound: "The magic weapon is transformed into."
Lin Xun rubbed his eyebrows and took the Chaos Treasure Chest in his hand.
According to his experience in playing games, this unboxing mode of randomly opening rewards is exquisite. If you are unlucky, you need to rely on some metaphysics.
He closed his eyes, pretended not to care about the box, and then at a certain moment, when the box was not paying attention, he suddenly opened it!
Lin Xun opened his eyes.
“fuck…”
- He finally couldn't hold back.
In the silver chaotic treasure chest, there is a mobile hard disk lying quietly.
Looking at its appearance, it is vaguely the one that I use most often.
Lin Xun held it in his hand, and sure enough, this thing, like the cherry keyboard just now, turned into a streamer and disappeared into his body.
The mechanical sound of the system is still dull and monotonous: "The magic weapon is transformed into it."
Lin Xun felt that this world was unreal and unbelievable.
But the next moment, the system voice sounded again: "Congratulations on unlocking the rare magic weapon 'Hongmeng Baoyu', the probability is one in a thousand."
Hongmeng Jade
thousandth
So, that mobile hard drive is still a rare drop of one in a thousand
He looked around the system space, and returned to reality after finding nothing new and special.
The cherry keyboard that smashed Jiang Lian and saved his life was still lying in its original place, but the keycaps were restored, and... there was an indescribable feeling.
Lin Xun always felt that it was faintly glowing.
He picked up the keyboard, the tentacles were still cold metal, and the weight didn't change, but the cable was gone.
What does it mean
He tried to put his finger on the familiar keycap, and the world in front of him suddenly rippled.
With the rippling of invisible water waves, a phantom appeared in the world in front of him.
The blue interface unfolds in front of his eyes in a translucent form, overlapping with the real world.
Lin Xun tried to press the keyboard a few times.
Letters appear on the program interface.
I see.
What this keyboard does... is it to write commands on the compiler inside him
Then, this also means that he does not have to enter the system space in the future, even in the real world, he can compile his own program!
And this is just a primary magic weapon.
What is the role of the rare magic weapon whose drop rate is 1/1,000 and is specially reminded by the system
Lin Xun came to the computer desk and took out his portable hard drive from the grid on the desk.
The hard drive was black, but at this point it was very different from what it used to be - a bright, colorful black.
So, how to use it
Lin Xun thought for a while, but had no clue, and decided to return to quality.
Mobile hard disk is a storage tool. It has larger capacity and faster reading speed than U disk, but there is no difference in quality. It still needs to be plugged into the computer.
He turned on the computer, plugged in the hard drive, and opened the folder.
It's still a familiar interface, nothing special, and it's just as normal as before.
Lin Xun will look down along the file directory.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.
More stuff.
At the bottom of the list lies a folder named "l".
Lin Xun has been dealing with computers since he was a child, and he is well aware of the consequences of chaotic placement of files. Therefore, which files are placed in which folders, and how the folders are classified and named clearly, are all fixed. He will never give a folder a name that doesn't make sense, and he will forget the original name after half a year.
He carefully hovered the mouse over the l folder for three seconds, then opened it.
three c files.
One helloorld, two loops.
Lin Xun felt that his breathing was a little short.
Here are the three programs of his internal system...
Then, the folder named "l" is connected to the folder in his own body.
He also opened the folder where he stored the C language program and copied one in the past.
Sure enough, this program file also appeared in his own internal world.
Lin Xunjing was shocked.
That is to say, the external program can be directly copied into the internal world, and then run at will, without having to type it in by yourself
He immediately copied his entire C language folder into it—it contained all the C language programs he had written since childhood. Although he didn't know if he could use it, something was better than nothing. Having a rich program library that can be called at any time gives him a sense of security.
Three minutes later, when the copying process was complete, he would remove the hard drive, leave his room, and knocked on Wang An'an's door.
- Then, Lin Xun spent most of the night debugging, checking, and renaming the original program, and he didn't sleep until two in the morning.
However, unexpectedly, when he woke up the next morning, he was refreshed and had no sequelae of staying up late at all.
Immortal cultivators are indeed different.
Lin Xun got dressed, washed, and started the microwave to heat the breakfast for the three of them. After tidying up, he went out to take out the trash.
Galaxy has set off a global wave of intelligence, not only autonomous driving, but also smart home technology has gradually matured and entered people's lives. However, due to various problems such as wiring, old-fashioned communities have never been able to be transformed into intelligent ones. The original residents have moved out one after another, and there are some temporary tenants or old people in the community.
When Lin Xun was taking out the garbage, the young man next door was also going out. This man seemed to be a fitness enthusiast with very developed muscles.
Lin Xun nodded to him in greeting - he didn't go out very often, and he didn't have the habit of stopping by. He was nodding acquaintance with everyone in this building.
After greeting, he paid no attention to the man, went downstairs to the garbage collection place, and put the garbage bag in.
Doing this, he looked at the eastern sky, the sun behind the mist.
The sun rises and sets, and his life repeats day by day, but since he discovered that programming interface three days ago, his world seems to have undergone some unknowable changes.
Footsteps sounded from behind.
Lin Xun only heard the strong wind coming from behind his ears!
He didn't move, and he didn't have time to move, only out of the corner of his eye he saw the neighbor's sturdy arms and clenched fists smashing straight at his skull!
It's about to hit!
However, at this critical moment, the neighbor's movements suddenly stopped.
At a distance of fifty centimeters from Lin Xun's body, his fist seemed to be suddenly blocked by a thick membrane, and he could no longer move forward!
Lin Xun turned around.
The neighbor's eyes were dark and dull, and he missed a hit, but pulled out a watermelon knife from behind!
I saw the blue veins bursting out on his forehead, obviously using all his strength to insert a knife at him - however, he still stopped in front of Lin Xun, unable to advance an inch.
"Hello, friend." Lin Xun looked into his eyes and said, "Do you know the firewall?"
The neighbors stared at him and said nothing.
Lin Xun didn't know why these demons were staring at him, but he had enough confidence in Wang An'an's firewall.
"The firewall is a barrier built between the computer's internal network and the external network - the internal network is me, and the external network is you." He said slowly: "The role of the firewall is to ... deny all illegal users from entering."
The neighbor had lost his mind and stabbed him at every angle with a knife.
He patted the neighbor on the shoulder, and said with pity: "Okay, I know you have no culture."
After saying that, Lin Xun went straight past him and walked into the corridor.
Under the morning sun, he saw his figure cast a faint shadow on the ground. And behind him, the shadow of the neighbor is covering him frantically.
Lin Xun blinked, turned around, and met his neighbor's eyes.
The next moment, he picked up the keyboard that he had been holding with his left arm since he went out in the morning!
After being attacked by Jiang Lian, he had already realized the danger of the new world. Even if he went out to take out the garbage, he did not leave the keyboard in the house.
How proficient he is in the operation of the keyboard, he quickly taps a few times with one hand to select the program file, a worm carefully crafted by Wang Anan.
In turbo c, ctrl+f9 is the shortcut key to run the program, but Lin Xun now holds the keyboard in one hand and can only operate it with one hand. After all, it is a bit difficult to press the key combination. But he had already anticipated this problem, set up a macro command for the keyboard, and used the f11 key to replace the effect of ctrl+f9 to make the program run.
Lin Xun's finger rested on f11, and when he was about to press it, he looked into the eyes of his neighbors, his face was expressionless, but his tone was extremely sincere.
"It's you who moved first."