In the core, the six-winged fallen angel Abraxas with blue face and fangs held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, watching Dong Zheng push open the door of the golden hall.
I bless the dead. Everything will be destroyed.
The soft light poured out of the temple, Dong Zheng stepped in, and in the vast temple, evolutionary algorithms, naive Bayes, data compression, Diffie-Hellman key exchange algorithm... These abilities he acquired step by step have been visualized. Some kind of structure, around the stardust that circulates.
The space on the second floor was still closed, and Dong Zheng did not force a breakthrough. He sat on the stairs and silently looked at the abilities he had acquired. The star debris slowly gathered and condensed into a mirror, and began to reproduce the pictures in Dong Zheng's memory, reviewing the experience of each branch.
At the beginning, you have to hunt down evil spirits, and you will encounter a cave that smells of sweet and rancid, and you will get a stone statue and an ancient book, the clothes of an adult man, the red embroidered shoes of a little girl, the bones in the walls, and the white bones buried outside.
The caravan that came from Dashi came into contact with the villagers and contracted the plague, and the horse was frightened by the evil spirits and died suddenly.
The villagers on the return journey died halfway through, and the girl who was sacrificed to the devil by the village, with a big red ill-fitting wedding dress, could not bring her to the final link no matter what.
The tragic state of no survivors in the village, the thick fog that diffuses after nightfall, the unknown and mysterious footprints, the evil idols in the temples, the stone tablets and caves that will always appear around you when you get lost, and bring them into the stone room as always.
No matter how you look at it, there really is no other way out.
Dong Zheng's thumb and index finger were rubbing against each other, and his body was sleeping soundly in the stone room at this time. According to the observations of the past few days and Ren Heming's affirmation, the stone room is a safe house, which is a place for them to rest after the end of one reincarnation and before the next reincarnation begins.
Dong Zheng sighed. He and Ren Heming tried almost every method they could think of, including not chasing evil spirits at the beginning and staying put, or returning the same way. However, whenever the sun went down, thick fog would come, and the stone monument and The entrance of the hole is always there, waiting for them to enter.
What if you don't go in
If you don't go in, the night will never end.
These things seem to have already been set up by some supreme being. It has written the script and captured two actors. No matter how the actors play, they cannot break free from the constraints of the script.
…
Wait, the script
Dong Zheng's eyes froze, and a trivial thought brought inspiration in an instant. He stood up suddenly, and the figure disappeared into the hall without warning.
Dong Zheng opened his eyes, although his body was sleepy, his spirit was fully awake. He sat up from the ground in a sit-up, shook Ren Heming beside him, and said in a low voice, "Have you ever thought that what we have experienced is all a script?"
"... huh?" Ren Heming fell into a daze, his whole face wrinkled and his left eye narrowed, "What? The script, of course, the box has a plot setting, otherwise we will still play the game. wool?"
After that, he closed his eyes peacefully again.
"That's not what I meant." Dong Zheng pinned his shoulders to prevent Ren Heming from sleeping. "What if we were both characters set in the script?"
"Huh?" Seeing Dong Zheng like this, Ren Heming knew that he would definitely not be able to fall asleep. He sighed secretly in his heart, rubbed his face hard, opened his eyes, and became serious, "Do you say it again?"
"The reason why we and those in the past can't find a way to get out is because the creatures in the low-dimensional world can never understand the high-dimensional world, and the world we are in is just a momentary moment in a world one dimension higher than us. projection."
Dong Zheng tried to express the thoughts in his mind as vividly as possible: "For example, the world is a book, the two of us are characters in the book, in two dimensions, all actions are written, and Librarians who create trials are in a three-dimensional world where they can read books, rewrite plots, observe or influence our experiences, so no matter what we choose, there is only one ending."
Ren Heming immediately understood what Dong Zheng meant: "If we want to leave, we must go out of the book and rise to a higher-dimensional world?"
"right."
"But how? Like you said, creatures in the lower latitudes simply can't understand the higher dimensions, and we can't understand how all these experiences are written, and there's no way to break free."
"But in fact, we don't need to achieve real dimensional upgrading, we just need to deceive the writer and make him think we can break through." Dong Zhengdao, "It's like everything in a computer is composed of 0 and 1. It can be regarded as one-dimensional, and the binary code composed of 0 and 1 corresponds to pixels, and many pixels are combined together to become an image, which is two-dimensional. Many pictures are played continuously one by one , becomes a video, and rises to three-dimensional. The computer uses only two symbols of 0 and 1 to perfectly simulate the text, sound, picture, video and even more forms, which are clever enough to deceive people perfectly. "
Ren Heming frowned as he listened. He always felt that what Dong Zheng said was not quite right. He wanted to deceive the writer, and then what? Can it be over just by cheating
But Ren Heming still asked, "What are you going to do?"
Whether he's right or wrong, if you can get out, just give it a try.
"We need to find a suitable medium, and after we find it, leave the rest to me." Dong Zheng's tone gradually became firmer, "You have experienced so many times in this reincarnation, do you think that this thing may be The medium we simulate?"
"The word medium is too abstract, but if you insist on saying it... there are indeed similar ones." Ren Heming raised his chin towards the statue on the table, "One is that thing, and the other—"
The eyes of the two met, and they understood that they were thinking the same thing. Ren Heming laughed briefly. He stood up and moved his muscles, lazily picking up the embroidered spring knife: "Let's go, I'll walk with you again."
Cui Zuojing stared at the book in front of him, his face full of surprise. On the paper, the words actually moved.
Chinese characters run from one place to another as if they have life, and combine with other characters to form words or simple images. Cui Zuojing was surprised by this mysterious book. sentence.
[Lao Qi and his senior brother walked down the burrow one after the other, the sweet and rotten stench lingering around their noses, the two held their breaths and looked around by the light of Huozhezi.
There are not many things in the cave. A wooden table is placed against the wall. There are some straw papers scattered on it, and some ghost-like talismans are painted on it. I don’t know how long it has been left. Rusted.]
[Lao Qi smashed the lock without much effort. He opened the box. The dust was flying. He held his breath, lifted the clothes that covered it, and found a thread-bound book at the bottom of the box.
The book is thin, but the paper is still soft.]
Oh my God
Cui Zuojing opened his eyes wide, and the words flowed, as if the reader was also experiencing the story with the two protagonists in the book. When the writing reached the last line of the page, Cui Zuojing turned the page ahead of time and found that the next page was covered with many lines of words. Lao Qi and his senior brothers met the dead body of the motorcade and rescued the girl in danger.
The text on the previous page also spread to the next page at this moment, the moving text squeezed the original Chinese characters on the page to one side, and new storylines were written one after another. The fire spell drove the brown bear away, and watched the girl disappear into the woods in a hurry.
The original plot was gradually replaced, and the new story was rewritten. Cui Zuojing was fascinated by what happened in the book, watching Lao Qi and his senior brother lost in the fog at night and entering the cave beside the stone tablet.
Then the flow of words stopped.
["What about now? We've got it, what do we need to do?" Senior brother stood on the steps, holding the fire book in his hand, while Lao Qi took out the book he found in the box in the underground hole and flipped a page casually.]
To be honest, Ren Heming has studied this fascinating book countless times with his senior brother before. He is a cryptographer and is very sensitive to text symbols and numerical symbols. What a secret.
"Books are just a medium." Holding the book, Dong Zheng closed his eyes and his thoughts sank into the inner core. In the middle of a pure white inner core, Arabidopsis was still growing. The top of it was full of small white flowers, full of vitality. The slender stems stood on the ground, just as proud and energetic as that young man.
What does it take to build a world
The first is the law.
Conservation of mass, conservation of charge, conservation of energy.
Plus the laws of classical mechanics, the three laws of thermodynamics, quantum mechanics, electromagnetism…
The foundation for the world to run on is built, and a fairly powerful physics engine takes shape under the calculations of the kernel.
Then there are the components: the sky, the ground, the forest, the mountains, the stream, the dense fog, as well as the stele and the burrow. A series of codes are written and run, and a perfect simulation of the surrounding world is formed in the kernel. Going down the steps, there is a long corridor in the depths of the hole. At the end of the corridor is a stone door, on which is carved the pattern of the girl being sacrificed.
In the center of the tunnel, the bricks began to collapse silently from a certain point, forming a hole out of thin air, leading to an unknown place in the dark.
A new, unprecedented branching option.
Dong Zheng spent half an hour constructing the scene in the kernel to be exactly the same as the one around him. He closed his eyes and grabbed Ren Heming's wrist. The communication protocol formed by Diffie-Hellman allowed the two to communicate directly at the level of consciousness. He was completely relieved as he had said before.
The information highway extending from Dong Zheng's kernel and Ren Heming's "kernel" are connected one after another. His consciousness rides the data stream, completes the identification, passes through the firewall, enters Dong Zheng's kernel, and comes to the world he created.
The consciousness of the two stood on the steps, walked to the bottom step by step, entered the passage, and reached the entrance of the hole that did not exist before.
"Let's go."
They got in.
[They walked through the narrow and almost endless passage, no one knew where the end was, but this long cycle was finally broken at this moment.]
Cui Zuojing stared at the line of words dancing on the page, and suddenly had the feeling that it was about to fly out like this.
The words flowed, and at a certain moment, "Old Seven" and "Senior Brother" disappeared, and a book suddenly lost its protagonist.
A drop of blood fell on the book, soaking the paper, and Cui Zuojing froze for a while, only to realize that it was his nosebleed.
Then the next second, light spewed out of the book.
Cui Zuojing was so frightened that he raised his head and almost opened it from the chair. A familiar figure appeared out of thin air. Since the book was placed on Cui Zuojing's leg, the person inside almost pressed him completely when he got out.
Cui Zuojing was about to fall backward unsteadily, and Dong Zheng immediately reached out and grabbed his wrist, and took the young man into his arms.
The book crashed to the ground, and all the words disappeared, leaving only a blank space and the bright bloodstain.
The familiar smell of the man poured into his nose, and Cui Zuojing finally let go of his dangling heart. He subconsciously hugged Dong Zheng's waist tightly, wiped the blood from his nose on Dong Zheng's shoulder, raised his head, and raised a splendid smear of light. smile.
"A lot faster than I thought."
Dong Zheng lowered his head and gently placed a kiss on Cui Zuojing's forehead. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't even make a sound, and the hand around the boy's back lost its strength.
Blood flowed from his ears and nostrils, and when the world formed in the inner core collapsed, Dong Zheng couldn't hold it any longer and fell heavily.
The author has something to say: Before writing this chapter: I already understand what I mean by writing! Got it in my head! I'm so cool!
When writing: ... Is this not right? What am I bullshitting
After writing: You get the shit! You get the shit! QAQ
So this chapter is not unexpectedly dead because of my lack of logic, but it's good for everyone to watch it! Cool and it's over! (hoarse voice)
Because my head is really cold, before the IQ upgrade, I guess I can't understand it temporarily orz