Endless chill surged from under his feet, his fingers holding the iron plate trembled slightly, his exposed skin shivered and tightened due to the cold, Mo Yi felt his brain was dull and chaotic, as difficult as a rusty hinge, but in the chaos And it seems that something is so clear—
He turned around and touched his back, his fingertips trembling and flustered, as if he wanted to catch the last ray of hope.
The back is empty.
The backpack is gone.
Including the U disk with the destructive virus in his backpack, they all disappeared without a trace.
Mo Yi felt all the temperature in his body fade away instantly, as if all his senses had become dull at this moment, but his chaotic brain suddenly became clear. He slowly curled up his pale and cold fingers, and for some reason, a shocking image appeared in his mind. His dizzy thoughts:
Doomed.
He seemed to hear the clicking sound of the gears of fate being tightly twisted together.
at this time-
"clatter."
The voice really sounded in his ears, Mo Yi raised his head a little bluntly, and looked in the direction from which the voice came.
I saw that under the light-colored core floating not far away, the last trace of darkness was engulfed by the cold and dazzling paleness, as if the long chain was broken instantly, and the dense mist like a living thing broke free from it, slowly Congealed into a vague human form.
Mo Yi's eyes widened slightly, as if the consciousness returned to him in an instant, the thin membrane between him and the outside world was instantly pierced, and he really felt the cold and shivering... and the shallow joy in his heart.
He subconsciously walked towards the direction of the mist, and the next second he realized that the void under his feet was solidifying with the steps he took. He tried to take a few steps forward, and after finding that his body would not fall, Then he ran towards Wen Chen with his fastest speed.
Wen Chen's condition seems to be worse than before.
His body has not yet solidified, only the upper body has returned to a human shape, and the state below the waist is still in a hazy and drifting mist state.
Mo Yi stopped beside him, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Wen Chen raised his head, his erratic eyes fell on Mo Yi, his cold and silent face revealed a suppressed tenderness, he pursed his lips into a slight smile, before he could say anything, his eyes were caught by the The huge core suspended in the air attracted him.
He was stunned for a while, and the trance state was instantly withdrawn from his body. The light gray eyes stared coldly at the core in midair, as cold and hard as a rock, with an inorganic luster.
Wen Chen's figure gradually gathered, and the outline from shoulder to toe clearly appeared in the pale background.
He turned his head to look at Mo Yi who was standing aside, with a soft and deep voice:
"I thought-"
His voice choked slightly, and stopped in the middle of speaking.
Mo Yi looked into Wen Chen's eyes with some puzzlement, but unexpectedly caught a trace of suppressed sadness.
The sadness spread from his deep-set eye sockets, soaking his facial features like a deep and dark ocean, and his expression was wet with despair:
"… sorry."
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, he felt that his brain seemed to be occupied by many things he had never understood, and the chaos caused his temples to bulge and hurt. He frowned and asked:
"Why do you..."
Before he finished speaking, Wen Chen leaned forward, wrapped his icy fingers around his jawbone, and pressed his soft and temperatureless lips against his lips, sealing his unfinished words back.
The breath as cold as a glacier slowly slid in along the place where the lips and teeth of the two met.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi only felt a sudden sense of dizziness, the pale background in front of his eyes was covered by darkness, and the sudden pain in his temple became more intense, almost to the point where he could not bear it. He blinked, but found in the next second that He was floating in a certain dark space, but it wasn't that he couldn't see his fingers, but there were some shining tiny particles floating there, illuminating his vision.
The pale core hanging in the air disappeared, the white background covering the line of sight disappeared, and Wen Chen standing in front of him also disappeared, replaced by several huge fragments floating in midair.
Glittering, spinning silently in the star-sea darkness like shattered glass.
Mo Yi leaned closer to the fragment closest to him, squinted his eyes and looked inward, vaguely, he seemed to see tiny figures moving in it.
Not knowing why, he immediately knew the answer in his heart.
This is... memory.
The shimmering fragments seemed to have some kind of strange magic power, firmly attracting his body and mind, and the bright mirror reflected his blurred side face, making it almost impossible for him to tell whether it was the reflection or the frozen image in the fragments .
Mo Yi stretched out his hand subconsciously, and his fingertips touched the edge of the fragment.
It's cold, but not cold, like first-time snow melting on your fingertips, or a breeze on your skin.
As if a huge curtain fell, the eyes were covered by thick darkness, and there was no light to be seen.
But there seemed to be some faint sounds in his ears, which seemed to be the subtle hum of the operation of the machine, or the whispering of someone.
Mo Yi's consciousness curled up in the darkness, as if he was in it, but also as if he was just watching.
Immediately afterwards, a clear human voice sounded in the darkness, and it was almost impossible to tell where it came from:
"Sound detection - done."
This voice... seems familiar
Mo Yi frowned, and before his still-clear brain figured out what was going on, he felt a light suddenly brighten up in the darkness, which hurt his eyes, and he looked along the light.
The space in front of him seemed to be framed by some kind of barrier, as if he was looking out from a dark box.
The man outside the box...
is himself.
He wears glasses on the bridge of his nose, and holds a used bald pencil between his slender fingers. He is writing something in his notebook with his head down. He is wearing the light-colored shirt that he accidentally lost a few years ago. The face looked both familiar and unfamiliar.
He stopped, raised his head, and cast a quick and sharp glance from his dark eyes through the lenses that blocked his eyes.
Soon, he lowered his head again, and murmured while writing something:
"Sound detection - done."
In the next second, he put the pencil in the notebook and closed it, straightened his waist slightly, crossed his slender fingers slightly on the table in front of him, his fingertips were like clustered spiers, and carefully examined the things in front of him with his eyes behind the lens , showing an imperceptible expression of evaluation, and then slowly said:
"Nice to meet you, hello."
Light green words slowly appeared on the lit screen in the dark:
[Hello.]
The self on the opposite side opened the notebook again, simply scribbled two strokes on it, and then quickly raised his head again.
The light green characters on the screen appear again:
[Who are you?]
He seemed to think about this question for a while, and then answered cautiously:
[I am your creator, you can call me ONE.]
This time the light green words appeared very quickly, appearing on the screen almost as soon as he finished speaking:
[What is "called"?]
He replied seriously and patiently: "It refers to my name, which is the code name. You can distinguish me from other people by my name."
[So, what am I "named"?]
Mo Yi saw that his eyes on the other side lit up instantly—
He pursed his lips a little excitedly, and muttered in a low voice:
“… being self-aware, which is good this time.”
He lowered his head and scribbled a few words in his notebook, then looked up in a daze, his pale side face, which had not seen the sun for a long time, was coated with a light blue light in the dim light, reflected in the dark eyes Looking at the morning light outside the window, the next second, he turned his head and looked in front of him again, half thinking and half fascinated, and said:
"Let's call it Chen, which means Polaris."
The light green characters are persistent: [What is Polaris?]
As if lost in thought again, he waved his hand slowly, frowned and said in a low voice: "...you will know when I connect you to the Internet."
[What is networking?]
He froze for a moment, as if he didn't know how to answer this question. He frowned in confusion, stared at the light green words in front of him, and opened his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, he seemed to realize how irrational it was for him to compete with the other party, he couldn't help pinching the center of his eyebrows helplessly, lowered his head and smiled slightly, and the tired eyes behind the lenses softened with the smile.
In the void, the flashing speed of the light green icon seemed to be slightly accelerated.
In the next second, the black curtain was pulled back in an instant, and the deep darkness shrouded Mo Yi's eyes again. The feeling of dizziness hit him again, and he was thrown back into the black night sky that was shining with fine particles before. The fragments are still shining with a faint light, and there are blurred figures flickering along with it.
Mo Yi blinked, staring blankly at the black sky flickering with little lights, unable to react.
So... Wen Chen was actually created by him
And according to the background behind me at that time, the time should be after I washed my hands in the golden basin—what year is it
When did you lose that shirt
Mo Yi couldn't remember.
His memory has always been extraordinary, but now he can't remember when he lost his shirt...
A strange sense of incongruity struck instantly, as if a huge iron hammer had been smashed head-on, countless broken and messy pictures struck instantly along with the frantic pain and the weightlessness and dizziness of almost falling from a high altitude, almost making Mo Yi's eyes ache. It was hard to breathe, sounds and colors seemed to be turned into strange fragments and stuck in his brain, and he almost cried out in pain.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi felt as if he was standing in a scene that was about to melt. Not far away was the distant night, and a huge computer screen was flickering in the thick darkness, while he himself was crouched in front of the computer desk. , buried in his work, this feeling of staring at his own back is extremely strange, as if his soul is out of his body.
He stood not far away, watching his body move mechanically.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi saw a black figure appearing beside him. This strange feeling made his whole body stiff, and the soles of his feet were firmly nailed in place.
He wanted to scream, but couldn't make a sound.
Want to move, but can't move.
Immediately afterwards, something touched his elbow, and Mo Yi suddenly turned his head—
Only then did he realize that he was not a soul standing in the dark and staring at the front, but a body sitting in front of the computer and typing, and a mug was pushed in front of his eyes.
The wet, warm steam came to the face with a slightly bitter taste of coffee, and it was heavily attached to the eyelashes.
Mo Yi blinked in a daze, and stretched out his hand to lightly touch the somewhat hot outer wall of the cup. The clear and real touch made him withdraw his hand instantly.
His eyes fell on the mug.
The mug is black with a small white fish pattern on it.
Mo Yi remembers this cup. When Jiang Yuanbai brought him into the jelly in reality, he saw this cup in the illusion... It is a complete set, one black and one white, each of which is opposite Small fish of color—he didn't remember buying such cups, but they appeared without warning like that shirt, but they seemed to appear in that position, which was logical and justified.
Mo Yi felt his head hurt even more.
The dark brown liquid with white foam in the mug seems to be slowly rotating with the sky and the earth, and the dark liquid seeps out from the surroundings like asphalt, disturbing everything beyond recognition, and turning all the scenery around Irregular patterns and meaningless color blocks, they quickly melted and deformed, like a huge twisted mouth slowly opened, moving closer to Mo Yi.
He subconsciously stepped back, but suddenly missed.
Mo Yi's pupils constricted slightly, his whole body was dripping with cold sweat, and he was trembling uncontrollably from head to toe. He looked around him, but he didn't know when he returned to the black space with dots of starlight, and the huge fragments were still there. Quietly spinning and shining in mid-air, even the tiniest light can irritate Mo Yi's eyes with pain.
He pressed his hot and swollen forehead with his cold and trembling palms, let out a long and trembling breath, as if something urgent in his heart was urging him, forcing him to stretch out his hand towards the fragment behind—
When the fingertips touched the almost glass-like surface of the shard, a huge pulling force instantly pulled him into it, and the thick darkness submerged him instantly like a sudden rising tide.
Immediately afterwards, the bright and dazzling sunlight penetrated the dark curtain, illuminating Mo Yi's eyes.
He was standing in the middle of the room at the moment.
The white gauze curtain was blown by the wind outside the window, and bits of sunlight fell on the soft linen cushions of the sofa, changing its shape with the movement of the gauze curtain.
Everything seemed very familiar, but it was different everywhere. It took Mo Yi some time to realize that this was his current residence.
To be precise, it was the duplex apartment in front of Jiang Yuanbai's villa that he moved to.
The angle of view in front of me suddenly lowered, and a pair of arms made of machines appeared in the field of vision. The palms covered with artificial skin at the front stretched out, and the stiff fingers gently smoothed the wrinkles on the sofa. The rustling sound of the breeze blowing gently and the indistinct keyboard tapping sound seem to come from a distant place, which almost makes people feel drowsy.
Mo Yi tried to turn his head to look at the decorative cabinet at the side and rear—after he was used to putting the calendar on it—
He was eager to know the current date.
But now the body is completely uncontrollable like a cold stone, and the consciousness seems to be imprisoned in it, separated from the outside world by a thick wall, he can only glimpse the fuzzy edge of the corner of the cabinet through a limited viewing angle, almost There is no possibility of identifying the above calendar.
Mo Yi was a little discouraged.
At this moment, he heard a soft knock on the door, which suddenly broke the tranquility of the room.
"Boom boom boom."
After only three rings, he stopped politely, as if he was extremely confident that he would not be accidentally ignored.
The sound of keyboard tapping in the room stopped.
His metal body turned around and walked into the room very consciously—it might not be appropriate to say walk, because Mo Yi clearly heard the sound of metal wheels rolling over the ground.
The door in the bedroom closed behind him, and the narrow and limited perspective stayed on the light yellow wooden door.
Through the door panel, Mo Yi heard footsteps crossing the living room and the slight sound of the door opening.
The indecipherable whispering voice was blurred by a not-very-high-end sound catcher, and the sound was almost a buzzing noise. Even if you tried hard to listen, you couldn't make out what the people outside were saying. After a few minutes, the buzzing The whispering stopped, but the sound of the door closing did not appear for a long time.
The thin door panel separated the two completely different spaces, and the outside time seemed to be completely frozen, leaving an almost dead silence spreading.
The angle of view seems to be trembling slightly, Mo Yi saw from the corner of his eye that the artificial palm connected to the metal arm gently pressed the door panel, and carefully and cautiously opened the door silently with a small gap, and a corner of the living room appeared in sight Inside, another figure of himself appeared at the edge of the screen, his pale palm was pressed tightly against the brown door, blue blood vessels could be faintly seen on the back of his hand, and his white fingertips were tightly clenched, as if Restraining something.
Mo Yi is familiar with his body language.
It was tense, defensive.
angry.
Immediately afterwards, he saw himself turn sideways slightly, and a familiar figure walked in through the open door.
Her petite figure was covered in a thin coat, her fluffy brown curly hair was arranged into delicate curls and fell on her slender shoulders, and her eyes of the same color as her hair looked gentle and bookish.
Mo Yi's heart suddenly constricted, and a sharp and painful feeling rushed in his chest, as if something was about to come out.
She looked around the decorations in the room calmly, then squinted her eyes and looked at Mo Yi who was standing at the door, half serious and half teasing, she said:
"To be honest, I didn't expect..."
Although he couldn't feel any outside temperature, Mo Yi could still feel the cold chill penetrating into his bone marrow. He continued silently in his heart:
ONE will be—"ONE will be..."
Such—"such..."
What about the handsome guy—"What about the handsome guy?"
The words in my heart overlapped with the soft female voice beside my ears, twisting into the same deafening roar, the brown door in front of my eyes was like a huge wall that was oppressing me in an instant, and I was overwhelmed by dizziness like everything in my ears The sound faded away in an instant. It may be seconds, or it may be centuries.
The white noise in Mo Yi's ears finally weakened slowly until it disappeared, and the outside sound penetrated the film and came into his mind indistinctly.
It was his own voice.
Mo Yi paused for a long time before he finally pieced together the actual meaning of the sound in his chaotic mind:
It turned out that he himself was asking the question: "... why did you find me for this project?"
Jiang Yuanrou gathered her open skirt, and then sat down gracefully. The uninvited and leisurely look was almost annoying—exactly the same as in Mo Yi's memory.
She frowned, her face became serious, and she seemed to be in a bit of trouble: "Well... how to say, we have encountered some problems in some key areas, so we really need your technical help."
"Which field?"
His own voice sounded indifferent and guarded, and it seemed a little distorted through the door, but Mo Yi could hear a slight interest in it.
"The field of artificial intelligence."
Jiang Yuanrou raised his head and stared at Mo Yi who was standing not far away, and said slowly: "Our current technology has been able to gather up the huge and complicated sea of data, and even complete the connection and connection from the electronic magnetic field to the biological magnetic field. Transformation, but the intelligence enough to process such a huge amount of data is a difficult problem that our experts cannot overcome. Only the machine level enough to surpass the field of human intelligence can complete our vision... "
Her own voice interrupted her again:
"Then how did you find me? I believe that my international reputation does not include this aspect."
Jiang Yuanrou lowered his head, took out a thick stack of paper from his backpack, and handed it to him.
"This paper has been completely deleted in the current journal due to ethical disputes, but we still found a copy of it in the deep web, although it was published anonymously... But according to the general saying circulating in the deep web, this This article is the masterpiece of Hacker ONE."
There was the sound of paper rubbing in the room. Jiang Yuanrou looked at Mo Yi who was standing not far away and looked down, and continued slowly:
"I showed this article to our experts. They said that although it was written fifteen years ago, some of the theories in it are still very advanced until now. Although the model concept proposed in it is a relatively rough However, if we really carry out in-depth development and research in this direction, the blueprint we envisaged may no longer be just empty talk.”
Jiang Yuanrou frowned indiscriminately: "But... they said that it would take twenty years of trial and modeling at the shortest to complete."
Mo Yi had already finished flipping through the article in his hand, closed it and handed it to Jiang Yuanrou again:
"So... you just thought of me?"
Jiang Yuanrou nodded: "Yes, if you haven't given up on this project for such a long period of time, then no one can surpass you in this field."
She paused, then continued: "So we took chances and cross-compared and searched in our huge data sea of semi-finished products—of course, it was purely manual, and the workload almost tortured all my staff. It took seven months to sort out the possible candidates—but to be honest, you are really hard to find, if it is not for the needs of simulating human skin and bioelectricity, which greatly narrows our search scope, otherwise we may spend our entire lives. Unable to track and locate you... "
Jiang Yuanrou smiled slightly, and said: "However... since you have needs in this area, it means that you must have not given up on this field, or... have you made a breakthrough?"
Her sharp brown eyes swept towards the slightly open door—although Mo Yi knew that she would definitely not be able to see in here, but she couldn't help but shrink slightly.
Standing in the living room, he didn't answer the question directly, but gently tapped the cabinet next to him with his knuckles, making a careless clicking sound:
"The amount of access to such terrifying data, the direct authority to collect it, and such a huge investment of human and financial resources..."
The conclusion Mo Yi had reached in his heart coincided with his own voice outside the door:
"It is absolutely impossible to reach this level just by using the power of the entire enterprise, so it is... the government?"
There was subtle playfulness in his voice: "Such a huge database means that the government's surveillance is an illegal invasion of citizens' privacy, and the artificial intelligence you asked me to conduct research has been human morality since this century. The field of forbidden discussion... I don't care if it is exposed, after all, I am a notorious hacker, but... Whether it is the government or your company, I am afraid that it will be overthrown by huge public opinion."
Jiang Yuanrou's face with exquisite makeup was still calm and peaceful, she smiled: "Yes, I'm afraid I will be pushed out as a victim and scapegoat of the whole project at that time, even so, the government's credibility will be greatly lost... But, you Wouldn't do that, would you?"
The living room was so quiet that one could hear the sound of the breeze blowing the curtains.
Jiang Yuanrou's voice sounded like the devil's seductive whisper:
"You want to see it realized more than I do, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't take such a big risk to find bioelectricity for military use. No one knows more about the military's monitoring and control of this aspect than you. How strict the control is, no matter how successful the disguise is, it may be exposed—although I don’t know me as deeply as you, but I know a lot about you. If you join my project, you may still see A lot of the same old faces you used to know when you were a hacker—with the level of insanity you’re obsessed with your ideas, you’ll do whatever it takes to get there—”
Jiang Yuanrou said slowly: "You should be familiar with the biological engineering under Jiang's family. We are a key secret project in cooperation with the military. Even in the world, it is the top. If you are willing to join us, I will I would like to help you in this regard.”
That's all for now.
She picked up the satchel she had put on the sofa, and stood up gracefully, holding a gold-plated silver-white business card between her thin white fingertips.
Jiang Yuanrou put the business card on the table, smiled and said, "You can call me when you've thought about it."
After finishing speaking, she turned and walked out, and touched the door with her fingertips, but was suddenly stopped by Mo Yi's voice:
"how about you?"
"What...?" Jiang Yuanrou sounded a little puzzled.
"I know why I am obsessed with this, but I don't know why you are so desperate to invest in this project whose reward is far less than the risk... What is your reason?"
The air instantly became quiet.
Jiang Yuanrou stood there without answering for a long time. Finally, she said slowly, "For you, it shouldn't be difficult to find my information, and it should be easy to find my dead brother's information."
After finishing speaking, she didn't say another word, and walked out of the room quickly.
The door slammed shut behind Jiang Yuanrou's back, and there was a faint reverberation in the air.