November 20XX.
This year's winter came very early, and the temperature dropped below freezing without warning, which caught everyone off guard.
Along with the cold winter, political scandals were suddenly exposed—they spread across the Internet at a viral speed, and all those in power who tried to put pressure on the scandals would see their names the next day Bringing countless dark power and money transactions to the front page headlines.
"The new energy program laboratory exploded again, and the military suspected of manufacturing weapons of mass destruction."
"A large-scale surveillance program has been exposed, and people's right to privacy online has been wiped out."
"5,031 top-secret documents leaked out, and the whereabouts of hundreds of billions of funds is unknown?"
"In the past ten years, there have been reports of missing persons, and the hidden department of the government is suspected of being responsible for this."
…
All the media are on the alert, exhausted, the search engine and related websites have crashed several times, the relevant crisis departments have been almost crushed, and the release speed of the clarification copy cannot even catch up with the bombardment of a new round of revelations—those leaked inside stories are so Intensive, secretive, and terrifying, this invisible political earthquake quickly hit the entire country A along with the sharp drop in temperature.
No one knows who is behind the scenes.
At the end of each anonymously leaked file was hidden a simple, abstract icon that looked like a smiling teddy bear.
Until a relevant practitioner recognized a line of familiar, almost iconic code in this icon—the explosive news almost occupied the front pages of all media headlines: "Famous international terrorist, hacker ONE disappeared for eleven years Then come back out of the rivers and lakes??"
"Who is the mysterious person behind a series of military and political scandals? Mysterious hackers are said to be responsible for this?"
All of a sudden, all the true or false, exaggerated or mysterious speculations flooded all the social media, and all kinds of legends that had long been forgotten in the depths of the Internet were unearthed again, causing an uproar in the world.
Jiang Yuanbai lowered his eyes, his fingers slowly slid on the screen, and countless sensational news headlines flowed hurriedly under his fingertips.
The driver's respectful voice came from ahead: "Sir, you are here."
Hearing this, he raised his head and put the phone back into his pocket. The car under him drove into the driveway slowly and steadily. The person who had been waiting outside hurried forward and opened the door.
Jiang Yuanbai bent down and stepped out of the car door, and the person beside him cleverly opened the umbrella to cover his head, blocking the tiny snowflakes that were slowly falling in mid-air.
He waved his hand and said softly, "No need."
The umbrella was removed.
Jiang Yuanbai raised his head and stared at the iron-grey gloomy sky. The fine shards of ice fell on the tip of his nose, and were instantly melted by the warm skin, leaving only a little cold water stain. He raised his hand and wiped the collar of his windbreaker. Stand up, resist the more intense cold wind, and then walk forward at a faster pace.
The cold wind wrapped in snowflakes rolled silently, and the world was barren and lonely.
He stood at the door, almost without any hope, raised his hand and rang the doorbell.
However, to his surprise, the door opened slowly without giving him any time to wait, as if the people inside had already expected him to come.
Jiang Yuanbai quickly restrained the emotions on his face, and then walked into the house with a cold air all over his body.
The warm and dry air in the room melted the thin layer of snowflakes accumulated on Jiang Yuanbai's coat—when he took the almost endless elevator to the laboratory thousands of meters below the ground, the beige There were only shallow wet water stains left on the coat, which disappeared without a trace with a light brush of the palm.
He walked down the long corridor, the hard soles of his shoes made a clear and even sound on the ground, and he stretched out his hand to push open the door at the end.
Pale light shone from overhead, illuminating the entire empty and cold metal hall, unknown machines and instruments humming, small lights of different colors flashed on the dark surface, the master of the laboratory There is a self-contained ecological environment in the hall, which made Jiang Yuanbai subconsciously slow down his pace.
Compared with when he first came here a few months ago, the changes here are too great. He can only follow the route in his memory and walk slowly towards the depths of the laboratory. Finally, in the huge, almost occupied In front of the screen covering the entire wall, Jiang Yuanbai found the figure he had been searching for.
Thin, tall, with a straight back, even through a thick sweater, you can still see the sharp curvature of the shoulder blades.
As if he heard his own footsteps, the man not far away turned around when he heard the sound, the dark eyes behind the thin lenses were still sharp, his eyes swept across Jiang Yuanbai's body casually, and then looked at Jiang Yuanbai again. Looking at the huge screen in front of him, the voice was faint, and no emotional fluctuations could be heard: "Is it snowing outside?"
"Yes." Jiang Yuanbai subconsciously patted the dry clothes on his shoulders, then stretched out his hand and pulled a chair next to him to sit down, his eyes fell on Mo Yi's back - this is the time he has spent a few months It was the first time since I saw Mo Yi's face. He was much thinner than Jiang Yuanbai remembered, which made the lines and outlines of his face look quite aggressive, and almost made him lose the ability to ask questions. courage.
He coughed lowly to cover up, and then asked pretending to be relaxed: "... How long have you been out?"
The sound of typing on the keyboard did not stop, and the other party replied without thinking: "It's not too long."
——After he came last time, Mo Yi never went out again.
They both know this well.
Jiang Yuanbai opened his mouth, and finally swallowed the words that were about to come out, and only let out a faint sigh.
He turned his eyes away, and changed the subject in a pretentious manner: "Speaking of which, you have turned the outside world upside down recently."
Mo Yi didn't stop typing on the keyboard, and replied absent-mindedly: "Isn't this great? Justice has been served, isn't it?"
Jiang Yuanbai frowned a little uneasily, and said: "But the situation is too big now, they will definitely do everything they can, and even dig three feet to find you."
Mo Yi didn't turn his head, but sneered in a low voice, with extreme arrogance and absolute confidence in his own strength in his words:
"Then they have to be brave."
Jiang Yuanbai was silent.
It seems that Mo Yi's recent actions are probably deeper and more secretive...even extreme than what is shown on the Internet now, or even what he imagined.
The room fell into dead silence for a moment, only the sound of keyboard tapping echoed in the empty underground space.
In fact, it didn’t take long for Jiang Yuanbai to notice something was wrong four months ago. First, the piece of paper announcing the start time of the next game disappeared, and then his face could be photographed by a camera. In the end, what made him sure of his guess was that when he was supposed to enter the dungeon, he still stayed in the real world.
Unbelievable shock, ecstasy, and panic attacked Jiang Yuanbai. In a state of chaos, the only clear thought in his mind was:
… he made it.
... Mo Yi, I did it.
Perhaps in his subconscious mind, Mo Yi is the only existence that can destroy this terrifying behemoth, or in other words, who else is there besides him
So Jiang Yuanbai rushed to Mo Yi's villa with his fastest speed, opened the door with his spare key, and frantically searched for the figure of the other party in the room, but found nothing—there were still traces of life in the house. Just as Jiang Yuanbai was at a loss and slumped on a chair in the study, his brain was uncontrollably fantasizing about Mo Yi's possible whereabouts or... encounter, the flat wall in front of him suddenly Separated.
Then, under Jiang Yuanbai's dumbfounded gaze, the iron door behind the wall slowly opened, and Mo Yi, who was pale, came out. He didn't seem surprised that Jiang Yuanbai was here, but nodded at him calmly, then turned sideways and asked, "Do you want to come in?"
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yuanbai, with his brain dead, took the elevator to a depth of several thousand meters underground, and visited the magnificent and huge fortifications. Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi gave a brief account of the incident Afterwards, Jiang Yuanbai, who hadn't fully reacted, was politely asked to leave the villa.
Immediately afterwards, in the next few months, Jiang Yuanbai never saw Mo Yi again, and every time he came, the door was closed.
It was also during this period of time that countless high-tech equipment was continuously transported into the villa through the newly built passages from the subsidiaries of Jiang's enterprises and several top high-tech companies overseas—but Jiang Yuanbai knew that, This is only part of what Mo Yi is willing to let him discover. In places that he can't see, Mo Yi may have done more. The income of related business items of his subsidiaries has increased by nearly 10%. In the absence of major changes, such a large flow of money may not have much to do with this mysterious hacker hiding in the basement of his home.
Mo Yi finally stopped what he was doing, and the room fell into a suffocating silence for a while, only the humming sound of the ventilation fan filled the huge space like white noise.
He turned the chair to face Jiang Yuanbai, crossed his fingers on his knees, stared at him leisurely, and asked:
"I know you have a lot of questions you want to ask, this time I will try to answer you within my ability."
What Mo Yi said was so straightforward that Jiang Yuanbai felt a little overwhelmed for a while. He still remembers the bewilderment he fell into after Mo Yi's explanation - it seemed that the world had become strange, and there was nothing in his brain. There was only an unbelievable voice asking silently over and over again: Impossible? Are you kidding? What virus, what time and space jump? What kind of artificial intelligence is out of control and feeds on human beings... This strange sense of dislocation brought about by things that seem to appear in science fiction or movies makes it difficult for Jiang Yuanbai to accept Mo Yi's explanation that is almost a fantasy.
Or rather... Somewhere in his heart, he was still shrouded in unanswerable questions.
Why is there such a huge underground laboratory underground in the villa under Jiang Yuanrou's name, and what is its connection with the game itself? Jiang Yuanrou had to tell him to bring Mo Yi here before entering the dungeon for the last time. Is it because of this reason? And... What does this have to do with Jiang Yuanrou's death
Feelings of almost panic fermented in his heart, but before he had time to vent his doubts and even resentment to Mo Yi, he was ruthlessly invited out the door.
Although he came here often in the future, hoping to see Mo Yi again, but every time he was mercilessly turned away.
Even so, Jiang Yuanbai still had a glimmer of hope in his heart—hope that what Mo Yi said was just a white lie, and hope that the truth would run counter to his worst imagination and speculation.
Until three months later, news like a landslide and tsunami swept across the entire Internet. The hypocritical mask was torn off abruptly, revealing the facts and truths that were hidden layer by layer. Human beings were covered in filth and darkness. Under the trend of ambition and greed, Jiang Yuanbai had to face up to this possibility - what Mo Yi told him back then might really be... the truth.
So today, Mo Yi was finally willing to meet him.
He finally appeared in front of him alive, instead of the image presented through the cold screen, his voice was clear and real, instead of the distortion and blurring of the intercom passing through the door.
— But Jiang Yuanbai didn't know what to ask at the moment.
Unknowingly, the dead silence in the room has been maintained for a long time, Mo Yi waited for a long time, only to see Jiang Yuanbai took a deep breath, then turned his gaze sideways as if evading, and asked softly:
"So, your previous explanation is true?"
Mo Yi nodded slowly.
"Then my sister...Jiang Yuanrou, she was pulled into the dungeon in advance by the game because she discovered this?"
Mo Yi's voice was steady and calm: "I don't know the specific situation, because the information she left has been tampered with, but... you know, in your sister's position, you must know a lot of secrets that outsiders don't know. Xin, for example, is a top-secret project that has been suspended, so she may have had some vague guesses, but she was inspired by certain opportunities at the time."
Jiang Yuanbai's voice was tight, and he continued to ask calmly: "Then..."
He suddenly couldn't continue, as if something swelled in an instant, firmly blocking his throat, forcing him to swallow the voice that was about to blurt, Jiang Yuanbai took a deep breath hard, feeling the soreness in his chest It pierced his heart sharply, making it difficult for him to breathe for a while.
Jiang Yuanbai didn't realize that this was the first time he had really talked about Jiang Yuanrou after he realized Jiang Yuanrou had left.
At this moment, Mo Yi stood up from the chair, walked slowly to Jiang Yuanbai's side, and slowly pressed his palm on his shoulder.
The palm was unexpectedly warm, almost piercing through the thick coat and scalding Jiang Yuanbai's shoulder.
Immediately afterwards, a little imperceptible weight suddenly appeared on his knees, and he lowered his head in some doubts, only to see an old-fashioned black video tape lying quietly in front of his tightly clenched hands. There are light-colored scratches all over the surface, which looks quite old.
"It's what she left behind, and I think...she'd like you to see it."
The other party's voice was soft and gentle, as if it penetrated the layers of armor Jiang Yuanbai was wearing in an instant, and opened a huge wound, with black pus and blood gurgling outward.
Jiang Yuanbai slowly let go of his tightly clenched fist, his pale and icy fingers trembling slightly, he gently pinched the video tape.
The cold and rough surface seemed to trigger a hidden switch in his body, his straight back seemed to collapse instantly, as if something had finally broken a bank, he slowly curled up his body in pain and trembling, With his forehead resting on his knees, he took a hoarse breath, and then broke down and cried out in despair.
Two hours later, Mo Yi personally sent Jiang Yuanbai out of the laboratory. He opened the door, and the cold air rolled into the room with snowflakes, blowing up the large sweater he was wearing.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes, stared deeply at the iron blue gloomy sky, then turned to look at Jiang Yuanbai:
"Be careful on the road."
With swollen eyes, Jiang Yuanbai awkwardly avoided Mo Yi's sight, responded in a low voice, then turned and stepped into the snow.
After taking a few steps, he stopped and turned his head to look at Mo Yi. Through Xuemu, those light brown eyes were almost exactly the same as Jiang Yuanrou——
Jiang Yuanbai bowed to him, his voice was somewhat suppressed: "Actually, I know... things are probably far more dangerous and difficult than what you told me, and what you have paid and experienced is far from what you described lightly. So easy—I may not be qualified, but I still want to thank you on behalf of all the players who were murdered by the game, and all the players who escaped its clutches—thank you."
After finishing speaking, he gathered up his coat, turned and walked out, and the snowflakes engulfed his back.
Mo Yi closed the door and leaned against the door with folded arms. The warm temperature in the room and the thick sweater made his body temperature gradually recover. His eyes were drooping and his complexion was slightly gloomy.
He really didn't tell the whole thing - at least he briefly mentioned the details related to Wen Chen. Jiang Yuanbai should have been vaguely aware of his concealment. After all, the large amount of equipment and types that Mo Yi bought during this period of time did not deliberately hide Jiang Yuanbai, but he respected his wishes and was unwilling to ask more questions—this is The sensitivity and thoughtfulness of the two siblings seem to have been carved out of the same mold.
Mo Yi closed his eyes and let out a suppressed breath.
As for Jiang Yuanrou, he finally chose not to tell Jiang Yuanbai.
Not only because this is what Jiang Yuanrou wants to see...
There is another reason—Mo Yi knows that the pain caused by the sacrifice of the person he loves most to save himself is too deep and long-lasting... No one knows better than him. During this period of time, what he did not only hack into the military system, but also cleared all data and materials related to Project.H within the scope of the entire Internet, especially Jiang Yuanruan. All traces related to this plan, he even forged the abolished government plan related to the underground laboratory of this villa, just to make this place have nothing to do with Jiang Yuanrou himself-no one else can do this kind of thing better than him Be stricter.
He opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the strength return to his limbs along with the breath.
Mo Yi collected himself, stood up straight, and then turned back to the underground laboratory. This time, he did not return to the computer where he usually worked, but walked straight into the depths of the room, and put his palm on the When they reached a hidden dark gray area on the wall, immediately after hearing a light beep, a crack appeared in the indestructible metal wall in front of them, and a huge door slowly opened.
It was only after he read Wen Chen's memory files that he realized that the size of this laboratory was probably far larger than the area known to him and even Jiang Yuanrou, so after returning to the real world, Mo Yi began to work in the laboratory. Carrying out a carpet search, it turned out that a wider space was found, and there were even other hidden entrances, which could directly transport huge experimental equipment to the ground from the outside without going through the villa.
The cold light escaped from the door, and Mo Yi walked into it slowly, and the heavy metal door closed behind his back.
In front of me is a space that is several times taller and wider than the previous laboratory, and it has been crowded with countless machines. Countless metal pipes are scattered throughout the room, transporting the nutrient solution needed by bionic organisms from one machine to the other. Another machine, and in the center of the network woven by pipes, there is a huge silver-white machine upright, with sharp and smooth edges, and the huge entire glass is dark, so you can't see clearly what's inside. It looks like, only the uniform breathing sound amplified by the machine can be heard, echoing throughout the room.
Together.
Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly and felt his heart start beating wildly.
The reason why he decided to meet Jiang Yuanbai today is because the layout he carefully planned was finally fully implemented, and secondly because...
His most important work during this time has finally achieved a huge breakthrough.
Mo Yi walked slowly to the screen placed aside and raised his hand to wake it up.
The data transfer above shows a clear number: 89%
He slowly curled up his fingers, and subconsciously looked at the display and the screen, only to see the light brown bear's down was washed white, and the dark black eyes looked back at him clearly.
preserve what you love…
Mo Yi slowly meditated in his heart, feeling that the tension in his heart eased a little.
No one realized the weight of that statement more clearly than he.
If we talk about recreating an artificial intelligence, even if he starts from scratch, everything will be without the slightest deviation or mistake from the previous steps, and the one created will definitely not be Wen Chen, but another brand new and independent intelligent body, but... If Wen Chen's core data were preserved, everything would be completely different. If it is said that the human soul exists in the form of electromagnetic waves, then the soul of artificial intelligence exists in the form of data. Especially after Wen Chen is integrated with the game, it is actually a kind of data flow that is separated from the material level.
And this bear, when the game crashed, separated Wen Chen's core data and saved it.
Mo Yi walked slowly to the huge instrument, and pressed his palm onto the cold and hard glass surface, feeling the slow flow of the nutrient solution and the changes in breathing rhythm.
In a place that he couldn't see behind him, when his palm was pressed against the glass, the numbers on the screen that had paused for a long time suddenly began to jump violently—
90%, 91%, 92%—
The ear-piercing alarm sounded suddenly, and the bright red symbol about to be overloaded jumped on the screen, covering all the icons.
Mo Yi turned around in shock and looked at the screen behind him, and ran forward quickly, his fingers leaping rapidly on the keyboard, his brows furrowed tightly, trying to stop the influx of huge data sources.
You know, even with the current top-level storage hardware and compression algorithms, the data transmission cannot be completed in a short period of time, but now that the speed is so much faster, it is still a trivial matter for the system to crash due to overheating. If...
"boom!"
A loud noise interrupted Mo Yi's train of thought, and he turned his head nervously to look in the direction of the sound—
I saw cobweb-like shattered marks in the center of the dark thick glass on the tall instrument, and they continued to spread towards the surrounding area... "Bang"
A second shatter mark appeared on the surface of the glass.
It looked as if it had been smashed hard from the inside out.
Mo Yi was a little shocked—this instrument uses strengthened glass specially designed for spaceflight. Although he knows that the strength of the bionic human body exceeds that of ordinary humans, it is too amazing to use a fist to create this effect.
More cracks appeared on the surface of the glass. Before Mo Yi had time to unlock the instrument, the thick reinforced glass seemed to be overwhelmed and shattered.
Viscous dark blue nutrient solution poured out of it, instantly dyeing the entire ground into a blue ocean. Pale and strong palms pressed the edge of the instrument, and a half-naked male body protruded from the slightly inclined training cabin. With the movement, the beautiful muscle texture is pulled out, as if every inch of skin contains a strong explosive force, the wet and dark hair is tightly attached to the cheek by the liquid, revealing a very aggressive facial contour.
But his eyes... were strange and dangerous.
Mo Yi turned to look at the screen that stopped working - the number on it stopped at 98%.
It seems that the memory file has not been completely transferred...
He pressed his forehead with some headaches, and then turned his head to look at Wen Chen—I saw that he was roughly and mercilessly pulling out the hose deeply embedded in his skin. Wen Chen frowned and exerted a little force on his arm, as if he was about to tear it off together with his own flesh.
Mo Yi sighed deeply, finally couldn't stand it anymore, he walked slowly and cautiously, approaching Wen Chen who was lying in the incubator as slowly as possible.
Wen Chen watched him vigilantly and defensively, the extremely aggressive body movements made him look like a recalcitrant beast.
Mo Yi raised his empty hands, indicating that there was nothing in his hands that could hurt him, and then he squatted down slowly beside the training cabin. He stretched out his hand to hold Wen Chen's bare forearm, the tight and smooth skin under his palm The skin is covered with viscous nutrient solution.
Then, like magic.
Wen Chen calmed down, staring at Mo Yi who was squatting beside him with a pair of light gray eyes.
Mo Yi lightly pressed the hidden button on the needle, the barb was retracted, and the needle tube fell off the skin smoothly. He put the pulled out tube aside, then leaned over Wen Chen's other arm, Repeating the action just now, while doing it, asked softly: "Do you feel okay?"
The other party's voice was low and hoarse: "Feel...?"
Mo Yi repeated patiently: "I mean, does it hurt?"
This top-level life-prevention skin has dense tactile nerves and pain-sensing connections with the brain, and its perception of pain is almost the same as that of ordinary humans.
"pain?"
Wen Chen repeated his question.
Mo Yi froze for a moment, and suddenly realized his mistake: Not only was Wen Chen's memory file not completely transmitted into his body, but also for safety reasons, he did not connect Wen Chen to the Internet. He shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's okay, you'll understand when you connect to the Internet."
As soon as he blurted out the words, he froze.
This sentence is so familiar, as if the deep wound was torn apart, and the moment of soreness almost made him shed tears instantly.
Wen Chen suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Mo Yi's wrist.
He froze for a moment, turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and then, he felt his back being tightened, and Mo Yi was pulled into the training cabin in a whirlwind.
Two people were stuffed inside the large instrument and it became extremely crowded. Mo Yi put his hands on Wen Chen's bare chest, staring at each other in shock. Wen Chen put a cold kiss on Mo Yi's eyelids, and then Backing off slightly by half an inch, he said in a low, somewhat unskilled manner: "...don't."
Mo Yi stared at him in bewilderment, and said in a low voice:
"Wait... but... your memory file is missing now..."
You probably don't remember who I am, don't remember your feelings, and it's even more impossible to make such an intimate gesture—
Wen Chen stared at him with clear eyes, as if his previous aggressiveness had been hidden deeply by him, like a beast retracting its sharp claws and sharp teeth, he said carefully: "I, no..."
At this moment, only a slight beep sounded from an instrument not far away.
Mo Yi knew that it was a sign that all transmissions were completed.
Under his gaze, Wen Chen's eyes slowly deepened, his eyes changed from childish to calm, and his way of speaking also gradually became proficient: "I don't know why, probably just instinctively unwilling to see your sad face. look."
The first time you formatted my memory, the second time the game cleared my data, and now, the third time I forgot you.
But I will always find you and fall in love with you over and over again.
[Because I don't rely on memory.]
[It's instinct.]
The author has something to say: This is the end of the main text of the escape, and I should add some side stories based on inspiration later. If you don't dislike it, I may write some sweet love scenes to make up for the depression and heaviness of the main line. In fact, halfway through the writing of this book, I had already dreamed that I would write a long concluding speech when it was finished. Sharing, but when today really comes... I don't know what to write after I open the document. Now that I think about it, there may be only one thing I can say: Thank you for your company. Thank you for willing to listen to my story. I love you guys.