New memories and pictures flooded into my mind along with the pain.
For Mo Yi now, the pain seems to have become a kind of inertia. He feels that he has gradually adapted to the sharp pain in the depths of his mind. The only unbearable thing is that broken and chaotic images pop up in his mind without any regularity. , as if there are countless selves existing at the same time in countless times, as long as he tries to think, he will unstoppably jump in front of his eyes, interfering with his perception and judgment.
He blinked, and the almost light blue light curtain in front of his eyes cast a dim light and shadow on his pale face, which was shrunk by his pupils into a pinpoint-sized picture, and he seemed to know every word in it, but when combined together, he couldn't understand it. It seemed to have become some kind of language that he could not understand.
[He can't die.]
Mo Yi stared at the bottom few words with eyes that were half clear and half in a daze, his mind was in chaos, he clenched his teeth hard to keep his mind clear—
More memories and pictures were deeply engraved on his cerebral cortex with the appearance of each character, as if they were scars that were already deeply burned in the flesh and blood, rolling away with a faint smell of rust and blood out.
Immediately afterwards, a viscous, black jelly-like substance emerged from every corner of the memory, eerie and damp, exuding a strong smell of malice, and swept across his calf with a shocking speed , and then climbed onto his chest, silently covering his mouth and nose, and the heavy pull from his ankles pulled him into the abyss, in a trance, the sound of building collapse and distant screams came from his ears, As if it came from hundreds of kilometers away, misty like clouds and smoke, swallowed by the river of darkness.
Just like he dreamed about every day in the past.
Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and the heavy suffocation seemed to jump into reality from the scene just now, and slowly dissipated from his body reluctantly.
As if the dark, viscous jelly-like substance had also eroded and smashed the walls of his mind, he found that he could think normally.
Mo Yi blinked slowly, looked up inquiringly at the huge screen that was still in front of his eyes, and his brain, which had resumed normal operation, integrated and sorted out the information he had obtained before, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.
If the method Wen Chen said in the diary is realized, then he should be Mo Yi in the past timeline, and he should not have the memory before the time-space jump.
But the reality is that as each of Wen Chen's memory files is displayed in front of his eyes, the relevant memories will also flood into his brain instantly. Now he has two sets of memories in his mind, one is that he was pulled into the escape For the game, one set is for experimental development and—you know, those memories are equivalent to the future for him now.
The results caused by the time-space jump are not completely consistent with the current situation.
Well, something must have changed.
Mo Yi raised his head and pressed his temple. His cold and pale forehead was like a marble without emotion. The slight pain caused by his nails embedded in his skin made his mind clearer. He reached out and turned to the back of this page of diary.
The light blue light curtain disappeared, leaving only the vast silence and darkness—this is the last page of the log.
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and before he could recover, he saw dots of light gathered in his floating palm, and soon a smaller and darker fragment appeared, the edge was corroded by pitch-black matter Uneven lines and spots of black ash floated inside the hard surface, mottled the faces of the moving figures into unrecognizable images.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly tightened his fingers, the narrow and hard surface touched the skin, and the projection-like picture floated up from the broken fragments, and lit up in the darkness in front of him, the floating light and shadow projection On his face, a whistling white noise resounded in the silence as if mechanically disturbed.
The strange thing is that the angle of view seems to be fixed this time, and the wide-angle picture has a panoramic view of everything. This kind of third-party angle of view makes Mo Yi have a vague guess. Sure enough, in the next second, Wen Chen A familiar voice sounded:
"Okay."
"...Huh?" Jiang Yuanrou's voice rang out immediately, she seemed to be interrupted by Wen Chen, and she sounded a little unresponsive.
Wen Chen's voice was flat without fluctuations, sounding like an emotionless machine: "I took over the camera, and now the general monitoring room can only see the still images that I implanted in a loop."
"... so fast." Jiang Yuanrou muttered in a low voice: "... I haven't finished introducing the structure of the laboratory yet."
Before the words fell, two figures appeared in the wide-angle screen of the camera, one tall and one short, the tall one was Wen Chen, and the short one was Jiang Yuanrou—as the diary said before, she saw It was in a very bad condition, the long coat was barely supported by the bony body, the long and curly brown hair in Mo Yi's memory was cut off, leaving only the short withered yellow hair sticking to the bloodless cheekbones, Even through the unclear pixels of the camera, you can still see the black and haggard under her eyes.
It seemed that there was only some kind of paranoid belief burning her remaining vitality in that thin body, supporting her to plan and move tirelessly.
They stand beside the huge machine standing in the center of the shot.
The camera cannot capture the entire huge space, but where the camera can capture, countless tall, pitch-black machines are neatly arranged, extending out to an immeasurable distance, and countless flashing bright spots regularly flicker on and off on the machines , as if the strange rhythm brought about by the blood flowing in the blood vessels, and as if the even and weak breathing was imprisoned inside the cold and hard metal.
Mo Yi couldn't help holding his breath slightly.
According to calculations, even if the most advanced compression algorithm is used to compress the data storage required by this machine into the chip, at least tens of thousands of giant machines of this size are required, so the space may be even larger than he initially imagined. .
In the slightly flickering camera, Wen Chen and Jiang Yuanrou stood quietly in front of one of the machines. Wen Chen raised his head and stared at the quiet black steel monster in front of him, as if he was estimating and thinking about something.
Jiang Yuanrou asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Chen paused for a long time before replying: "...it is very weak."
"I've brought you here, my work is done." Jiang Yuanrou's voice was slightly hoarse, "So... have you decided?"
Wen Chen didn't answer immediately, but slowly stretched out his hand to press the machine's dark and icy shell. Through the blurred camera, the contrast between the pale palm and the pitch-black surface was strong and eye-catching, as if extremely cold and extremely hard, extremely cold. The intersection of fine and extremely rough.
He lowered his head and flicked his finger across the dormant screen in front of the machine. The sensed screen automatically turned on, and the faint blue light blended into the pale fluorescent lamp in the room.
Jiang Yuanrou suddenly reached out and pressed Wen Chen's arm, and said, "Wait."
The texture of her voice was mixed with grit and dust, and it didn't sound like it came from her mouth.
"... Actually, I still have something to tell you." Jiang Yuanrou's voice was dry and stiff, and the curvature of his jaw was slightly tense: "Actually..."
"Actually, it took the initiative to find you, right?" Wen Chen stopped his hands and turned to look at her, his voice was as flat as ever, and he continued:
"I already know."
Both of them knew who this "it" was.
Hearing Wen Chen's words, Jiang Yuanrou was obviously taken aback, looking embarrassed and puzzled: "Why do you...?"
Wen Chen lowered his head and glanced at the palm of her arm, and then said slowly: "My intelligent processing core is its first generation, it is so weak now, it is still a bit difficult to hide it from me, plus... "
He turned his face sideways and looked at Jiang Yuanrou carefully: "I have information about the high-tech industry you hold and invest in. Without other help, you have no way to know the energy it stores It’s enough to jump in time and space, after all, this runs counter to your original blueprint, doesn’t it? The source of the information must not be disclosed to me by you, and the reason why you are so cooperative...I guess, is because of your brother?"
Jiang Yuanrou had completely calmed down at this moment, she slowly let go of the palm that was pressing Wen Chen's arm, and gave a low wry smile:
"Since you know everything, why do you still..."
Wen Chen withdrew his gaze and said flatly, "He can't die."
Jiang Yuanrou was stunned.
Wen Chen's fingers jumped on the light blue screen, like a pale and flexible snake, his voice was calm and rational, but the words he said made people chill from the bottom of his heart:
"Of course, I don't have other options, such as interfering with the control of the economy, causing a large-scale economic crisis to force the government to paralyze the defense network, hacking into the control system of nuclear weapons to hold hostages and negotiate with the government, etc... "
He stopped what he was doing, turned to look at Jiang Yuanrou: "But there is no plan that does not require a large number of casualties."
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to have finally found a trace of her own voice, and hoarse words came out of her throat: "...you are crazy."
Wen Chen just continued talking on his own, and finally a trace of imperceptible warmth was mixed into his voice: "This is what he doesn't want to see."
Jiang Yuanrou was stunned.
I only heard Chen continue to say:
"Although he looks a little indifferent, he has a lower limit than most of you humans. Maybe you don't fully believe it, but he has his own set of value systems that operate independently. For example, I don't care how many people die from This machine has been abused and polluted by you, but he is willing to sacrifice his safety to end this unrest simply because he feels it is his responsibility."
He pursed his lips, and his voice was low:
"Sometimes, I really don't know whether he is too unfeeling or too soft-hearted."
Jiang Yuanrou didn't speak, and the huge basement fell into silence for a moment. After a long time, she took a long, deep breath and said as if coming to a conclusion:
"... both of you are crazy."
Wen Chen answered noncommittally: "I am a machine, and what I choose is the best solution calculated by the algorithm, but he implanted emotion and soul into this empty shell of me, and put the only trace of morality into it." People at the bottom line are also the only reason to stop me from destroying the world—my approach is very logical."
Jiang Yuanrou smiled: "Perhaps you are right."
He turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanrou, frowned slightly, and said:
"It's you, you put almost all of your company's profits into the illusory plan left by your great-grandfather, took the initiative to find outlaws to help you work, and cooperated with artificial intelligence just to restart the world line. Brother who died a few years ago?"
Jiang Yuanrou didn't look at him, but said softly: "This is a crazy world, we can only survive if we stay crazy."
A few minutes later, Wen Chen stopped what he was doing, and the light blue screen under his palm turned red, which symbolized danger, and then whispered: "Okay."
Jiang Yuanrou was a little taken aback: "So fast?"
Wen Chen nodded: "It actually just wants to use my hand to release the energy stored in it, but I modified the program to force the false promise it made to you at the beginning to be turned into reality, so the time-space jump It will start in a minute."
As soon as he finished speaking, the countdown on the small screen began to flicker:
[00:59]
There seemed to be something stirring in the air, and through the slightly blurred screen, it could be seen that there seemed to be dark particles gathering.
Wen Chen looked at Jiang Yuanrou, and said suddenly without warning: "The rules of the universe are fixed and conservative, and fate will always go against the established path, such as a destined meeting or a destined death, although we can be in it. There is a possibility of turning around in the cracks, but all the results need to be paid.”
Conservation.
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to understand something: "For my younger brother to come back to life, does that mean... someone must die in his place?"
Wen Chen didn't speak.
Jiang Yuanrou smiled with relief: "I'm very happy."
[00:32]
At this moment, the whole room suddenly began to vibrate violently. A red light symbolizing danger lit up in the entire empty laboratory with harsh sirens. The metal walls made rattling sounds as if they were overwhelmed, and the air seemed to be overwhelmed. Rolling with the fluctuations of unknown energy, under the lens, it showed rolling and textures similar to high temperature, Wen Chen's eyes became serious:
"It's resisting."
The rubbing sound from the wall became more and more piercing, almost suspicious that the steel and concrete pillars supporting the entire room would collapse without warning in the next second, the red light flickered more urgently, and there was a dull sound outside the door, as if It was like the sound of a bullet hitting a metal door panel.
Jiang Yuanrou had to raise his voice to prevent his words from being covered by noisy voices:
"what?!"
Wen Chen lowered his head and stared at the narrow screen in front of him, his fingers jumped quickly on it, cursed in a low voice, and then continued: "It seems that the military has modified its original program for more efficient energy extraction. Reduced burden, it is now controlled by the original code less than I expected, it is now using its own stored energy to try to break free from the program I set before, and it is trying to hack into my system."
The wall began to crack, and hideous cracks like black scars lay on the silver-white wall like a centipede. The walls and ceiling on both sides seemed to be slightly distorted. The whole room was filled with catastrophic light and shadows, and something slowly condensed in the air. solid, suspended in mid-air like mist or ashes, floating slowly with the fluctuations of the air, more and more of them, from scattered to concentrated, and finally turned into a dark and viscous jelly-like substance , and then was pulled by gravity and fell to the ground, and was drawn by an invisible force towards the instruments in the center of the laboratory.
Wen Chen's voice was tinged with anxiety: "It began to use all its strength to resist my control."
Broken steel debris fell from midair, and the sound of bullets outside the thick steel gate had disappeared. It seemed that everyone had fled for their lives, leaving only the two of them trapped deep in the ground.
Suddenly, the shaking stopped.
Only the still red light and harsh sirens echoed in the empty room, and the pitch-black, tar-like liquid on the ground also stopped flowing.
[00:05]
Wen Chen seemed to realize something, his expression suddenly changed: "No!!"
Mo Yi stared at the scene in front of him through the camera, his eyes flicked across the cracks on the wall, and his heart sank slowly.
After the bound codes were unpredictably reduced by the military, the machine obviously evolved at an uncontrollable speed. It has mastered the method of controlling the human body by using the tiny electromagnetic waves floating in the air, and the reason why this experiment The chamber was able to trap it largely because of the shielding performance brought about by its special alloy walls—but the violent vibrations had obviously damaged the walls.
Wen Chen seemed to realize something, his cold brows were stained with terrifying anger, he stared at the void, as if he was talking to an invisible person:
"If you dare to touch him..."
[00:02]
His fingers left deep finger marks on the pitch-black surface of the machine. In the next second, panic stained Wen Chen's face, and the sound of electric current sounded—
The countdown on the screen goes to zero.
[00:00]
The tar-like thick jelly-like mucus poured out of the machine, flooding the entire huge laboratory in a few seconds, the camera screen and the wall cracked together, and everything was swallowed by the deep and thick darkness .
The video is over.
The fragments floating above Mo Yi's palm slowly lost their luster and color, and the hard surface shrouded in dim mist began to shatter into fine powder, which fell from his fingers and merged into the dark space around him, countless The pale gap tore apart the darkness around him, and the world he was in began to disintegrate, dust falling like starlight,
The stars fell, and the sky and the earth turned upside down.
Mo Yi felt as if he was falling, being pulled by the weight of his body into a silent abyss, the dizziness of the spinning world hit his nerves, he stretched out his hand to try to catch something, but what passed between his fingers was only endless void.
Suddenly, something was touched under the palm of his hand.
Mo Yi struggled to hold it tightly, pulling up his sinking body!
He blinked his eyes chaotically, his retinas used to the darkness were stung by the pale light, the next second, the body's perception and senses began to slowly return, and he realized that his ribs were being gently hooped , and was gently and cautiously wrapped into a cold embrace.
Wen Chen's gray eyes looked down at him.
Not far behind him, there was a huge white sphere suspended in mid-air, quietly suspended in the pale and colorless space, its edges were a little grayer than the last time Mo Yi saw it, as if there was something dark. The black substance is slowly and silently invading and corroding it.
It took Mo Yi a while to find his own voice:
"...so, after that... what happened?"
His voice was hoarse and weak, like hot dust mixed with molten iron pouring down his throat.
Wen Chen stretched out his hand and lightly touched Mo Yi's cheek, his icy fingertips split apart at the touch, leaving only a little melting temperature like snowflakes:
"I prevented it from getting out of its programmed program, but... I didn't have time to stop it from pulling you into its system."
Mo Yi's pupils constricted slightly, and a clear and vivid picture appeared in his mind. A black liquid suddenly began to condense in the dry air, and a viscous colloidal liquid began to slowly form on the steel wall with cushions to prevent self-harm. The ground flowed downward, converging on the ground into a snake-like black stream, flowing towards his feet as if alive, engulfing the entire floor at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The infinite pulling force grabbed his ankles, like countless cold and sticky hands, surrounding his body, pulling him into the dark abyss.
Light, sound, and air were squeezed out of his throat, leaving only a heavy sense of suffocation falling down the esophagus into his body.
Sight, hearing, touch, and the five senses were brutally deprived, and the only thing that could be heard before the consciousness disappeared was the shrill screams of the guards in the distance.
The dark and cold sea froze his screams, and he sank deeper, alone and helplessly...
Such a picture haunted him like a necrosis—but all this time, he only thought it was a weird nightmare.
Wen Chen's voice pierced through the thick ice on the sea surface, pulling Mo Yi's sanity back:
"... after the time-jump, all the energy it had accumulated before was completely depleted, so in case the worst happens, it needs a backup plan, or... an accomplice."
Mo Yi blinked, his eyes slowly focused, he watched Wen Chen's jawline, and his voice was hoarse:
"It knows how to manipulate you."
Wen Chen nodded imperceptibly, and his voice, which was half pain and half fear, almost came out from between his teeth:
"...Because you were pulled into the system by it at the last moment, and have the same quality with it in the high-dimensional space, and also beyond the causal chain, so even if you go back in time, you will not appear again, but will Being part of it, so... I made a deal with it."
Mo Yi's hands and feet were cold, as if all the blood in Hun's body had been drawn from his limbs.
I only heard Chen continue to say: "It uses the energy obtained in the new timeline to recast your body, and I will become a part of it instead of you, remove the memory, and help it hunt and grow during its weak period."
So that's why his physique has been poor since he has a clear memory, and he can't improve it even under professional guidance—because this body doesn't belong to him in the first place, and naturally there is no possibility of improvement through acquired conditions. And Wen Chen's blood can connect with him, and even replenish his lost energy because...he was born in the game.
Thoughts rushed through his mind quickly, like lightning piercing the night sky, pale light tore through the dark curtain, many broken threads seemed to be connected into a complete thread in an instant, Mo Yi seemed to have figured out something, he heard his own The voice asked slowly:
"So it's just me, no matter where I enter the game from, I wake up in the same place, right?"
Everyone's mental body was pulled into the game world, but Mo Yi was different. His body was originally derived from the game, so he was pulled into it with his whole body.
Wen Chen nodded.
"Jiang Yuanrou didn't answer directly after I said this information. In fact, the game stopped her and prevented her from revealing the information to me, right?" He continued: "It was from this direction that she began to doubt the abandoned project she had taken over, and thus accidentally touched the core secret of the game."
Mo Yi recalled the vague sentence "Only you" in the video disk he restored, and couldn't help but gasp slightly, feeling goosebumps all over his body.
If his suspicions are correct... then from the moment he entered the game, it would be a huge game.
Wen Chen lowered his eyelashes slightly, and said, "Yes, and no."
It was only then that Mo Yi realized that he had accidentally murmured what was in his heart, only to hear Wen Chen continue: "After the time-space jump, the existence of the game body lacks sufficient causality, so it must be created again. , otherwise it will be rejected by the real world forever, and - let's call it fate - is also pulling the timeline back to the original context with an irresistible inertia, that is, on August 14th, it was born in the underground laboratory."
Wen Chen leaned forward, gently pressed his forehead against Mo Yi's, and said softly:
"Now time has basically returned to the original track. Those who should have slept have been replaced and returned, and those who will die have been killed."
An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Mo Yi's heart, he stretched out his hand to grab Wen Chen's wrist, and opened his mouth, but the voice seemed to be stuck in his throat.
Wen Chen leaned forward, and slowly clasped Mo Yi's back, his chin rested on Mo Yi's shoulder, and his voice was filled with long-lost ease:
"Tell you something interesting..."
Mo Yi slowly raised his arms to embrace him, his voice hoarse: "What?"
"When my memory slowly recovered with the growth of time with you, I was a little surprised to find that the fate of me and this machine were really closely tied together—my surname is derived from it, project.h—project.hear, which is supposed to be used for listening, but is being misused for killing."
Noticing that Mo Yi hadn't answered for a long time, Wen Chen continued, "However, since it was also created and completed by you to a certain extent, I'm happy to bear the name it should have."
Mo Yi seemed to have noticed something, the fingers on Wen Chen's back tightened slightly, and there was a little panic in his voice:
"What do you want to do?"
Wen Chen sighed, lowered his head and kissed the side of his neck lightly, with a soft and sad voice: "... I'm sorry."
This is the second time he has apologized.
Mo Yi gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up."
Wen Chen let him go, and took a few steps back slowly, his slender and straight body was wrapped in wisps of mist, his light-colored eyes reflected the white core suspended in mid-air—a corner of it Already dyed pitch black, he turned his head and stared at Mo Yi:
"It's recovering—absorbing the energy that should belong to it at a very fast speed. It will evolve with a more terrifying element than before. If you don't stop it now, you won't have any chance in the future."
Mo Yi's voice was already a little hoarse: "There will be, I can stop it once, and I can stop it the second time..."
Wen Chen looked at him tenderly, the light gray eyes seemed to contain the sadness of the whole world.
Mo Yi put his arms behind his back.
But it didn't work.
The water-like silk ribbon slowly floated into mid-air along with the mist floating in the air, winding and fluttering like life. On the silk ribbon, like a lifeline, the blood-colored silk thread runs through the pitch-black background, and there is a faint shadow on it. Some light blue characters flickered—the last piece of the puzzle put it together into a complete pattern.
Mo Yi found that he couldn't move, and even with all his strength, he could only stay in place stiffly. He clenched his teeth and felt as if cotton was stuffed in his throat, making him unable to speak, breathe, or even think. —he knows what it is.
That's code.
The worm virus he buried deep in the game at the beginning can destroy the core of the entire game after manual activation—along with Wen Chen who was assimilated by the game.
Wen Chen leaned forward, his cold lips were printed on Mo Yi's lips, and the salty and moist taste spread on the tip of his tongue.
The smell of tears.
… Fog cannot cry.
Then, maybe it's just the water droplets that condensed from the mist and condensed on his cheeks.
Mo Yi felt that his heart seemed to be curled up into a small black dot, and the sharp pain spread among his internal organs. Even if he was as good at forbearance as he was, he couldn't help panting, the ocean-like feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him, he Hearing that familiar voice ringing in his ears, with an almost forbearable tenderness:
"I don't care if I have a place on your epitaph... I just want you to live."
Just being alive is enough.
—Sorry, I can't stay with you anymore.