Wen Zheliu slowly put his fingers in and pulled out a yellowed old photo.
The blonde girl smiled brightly and looked innocently at the outside world. Her eyes reflected the illusory skylight, the false truth, Wen Zheliu's sharply trembling lips, and his bloodless cheeks.
"...Sasha." He hissed out two words through his teeth, his mind went blank, and extreme fear seized his mind, making him tremble, as if he was trapped in a nightmare from which he could never wake up.
After watching He Qin that day and returning to his ward, Wen Zheliu thought for a long time about the meaning of He Qin's actions while in a coma.
At night, he lay on the bed and imitated He Qin, relaxing one hand and covering the side of his leg with the other. From the pictographic meaning of this action to whether the direction of his fingers and elbows were pointing to something, and whether He Qin had done anything before What key information did she tell him... Wen Zheliu racked his brains, his fingers unconsciously groping for the joints of his trousers. Suddenly, a bold idea suddenly ran into his mind -
What if this action has no meaning and is simply pressing on the pocket
Following this line of thinking, he searched all the pockets on his body but found nothing. However, before the assistant was about to leave, he suddenly had an idea and asked him to return the clothes he was wearing.
Then he discovered this photo.
The panic filled his heart, causing the blood all over his body to freeze into stagnant ice. Wen Zheliu's stomach turned upside down, and he vomited it out almost instantly.
Where is this? Is it a pure dream, or has he been walking between the two worlds for so long that he is mentally lost and has seen hallucinations that are enough to deceive him
The girl in the photo is still staring ahead unconsciously, her smile carrying expectations for the future and something innocent and sweet. Wen Zheliu stared intently at her face. Cold sweat seeped out from every pore, soaking her back and temples. It slowly flowed down the side of her face and gathered on her chin.
Is all this real? If it is true, how could this photo appear in the real world? If it is false, then the unconscious He Qin here should be just a set of data, a model, so how could it make this action to remind him
Wen Zheliu breathed rapidly, and sweat dropped drop by drop on the shadow of the ground, creating circles of wet marks. In the past week, he had slowly let down his guard and made sure that he had really returned to the real world. He had no idea that his good psychological construction would be overturned in one fell swoop.
This is simply...
Wen Zheliu's chaotic thoughts suddenly stopped. At the moment when the antelope hung its horns and there was no trace to be found, he captured a word like a conditioned reflex.
… contradiction.
Yes, a contradiction.
—Use the real spear to break the illusory shield.
Jenny's reminder was like the last life-saving straw. Wen Zheliu's eyes widened and he walked around the room muttering this sentence. What is the real spear that is in this photo? What is the key to the illusory shield, or in other words, the symbol of illusion
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even hear the knock on the door. After a while, it wasn't until the assistant called out suspiciously "Mr. Wen, are you okay" outside the door that he woke up hesitantly? Come here and open the door quickly.
The assistant stood outside the door, looking at him with concern: "Are you okay?"
Wen Zheliu whispered: "I'm fine, just..."
He was in a state of confusion at the moment, and he was actually trying hard to act with these AIs. However, he held the photo in his hand, and the sharp edges stung his palm, and it also made him suddenly think about it.
"... Just, can I see He Qin again before leaving?" He raised his head, letting the assistant see the tired and exhausted look on his face, as well as the wet marks that were either sweat or tears.
Logically speaking, this trick of gaining sympathy is not feasible for AI, but the only advantage is that AI seems to be full of emotions and has a unique set of emotional threshold judgments under the appearance of being the same as a living person. Systems, they know when to do what, and the buffering calculation time will be perfectly controlled at the average level of a normal person.
Wen Zheliu counted silently in his heart for three seconds.
Sure enough, by the third second, a look of embarrassment appeared on the assistant's face, and he hesitated: "This... I think I need to contact Mr. He."
Wen Zheliu nodded. The young man's handsome and pale face was full of weariness, and there was a hint of unbearable despair: "I just... miss him so much."
After saying this, the assistant across from him didn't express anything on his face. Goosebumps started to appear on his body.
Wen Zheliu is a reserved person. Unlike He Qin, he can always reveal his emotions in a just right way. He rarely said such disgusting and explicit words in front of outsiders. "Because I like you" that he confessed to He Qin that day was already his limit.
"I can understand," the assistant comforted, "I have already contacted Mr. He and he will get back to you soon."
Wen Zheliu stood there with his arms folded and waited for a long time, and finally waited for He Huaizhou's video call. He Huaizhou's face on the light screen looked slightly haggard, and his neckline also had some wrinkles that had not been taken care of. His smile was gentle, but when he saw Wen Zheliu's face, the smile quickly turned into a slightly surprised concern: "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Hello," Wen Zheliu reluctantly nodded to him, looking a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry to disturb you despite your busy schedule..."
"Don't say sorry," He Huaizhou frowned, "You want to see Aqin, right?"
Wen Zheliu responded through his nose: "I know this request is rude, but in my heart..."
He hesitated for a while, then smiled palely at He Huaizhou and said: "...But I still feel uneasy in my heart, as if my soul has not returned..."
He Huaizhou sighed, lowered his dove-gray eyes, remained silent for a moment, and finally agreed to Wen Zheliu's request.
Just like last time, Wen Zheliu followed the assistant's footsteps and walked with him through the overlapping air corridors. Looking far into the distance, he could still see countless floating cars in the distance, dragging light across them, and the n-star company's building stood among the distant clouds, like a giant pillar supporting the sky.
…What a terrifying simulation-building capability.
A shiver of fear ran across Wen Zheliu's back. He withdrew his gaze and continued to follow his assistant attentively.
When he arrived at the place, He Huaizhou found Adelaide and used remote authority to open the door of He Qin's ward for Wen Zheliu.
"Give me a moment, okay?" Wen Zheliu turned to look at the assistant.
The assistant hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Please do it as soon as possible."
As he spoke, he stayed outside the warning line at the door and watched the innermost door slowly fall.
Wen Zheliu squeezed the photo that was soaked with sweat in his hand and slowly walked in front of He Qin. He knew that there were unnecessary surveillance and eyes here, but he still insisted on passing through the numerous streams of data hovering in the air and stood there. In front of He Qin's medical cabin, he gently pressed his palm against the cold and clear bulkhead.
"Mr. Wen, please stay away from the cabin. Thank you for your cooperation." The optical brain prompt sounded at the right time and repeated twice, "Please stay away from the cabin. Thank you for your cooperation."
Wen Zheliu ignored its voice, he just looked at He Qin's face with deep eyes.
"Repeat again, Mr. Wen, please..."
Wen Zheliu ignored it, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were as sharp as lightning. Following the action he had rehearsed hundreds of times in his mind, he suddenly broke off a metal bracket on his side and chopped it down in front of his head!
The silver halo flashed like electricity, and suddenly the alarm bell sounded, and the whole house lit up with a dazzling red light!
The alarm sound of Guangbao, the assistant outside the door yelling in panic, all the guards and security personnel of the whole building were alerted, and they rushed here like a torrent... But Wen Zheliu didn't care, his expression was extremely determined, and he just fiercely charged at Smash down the solid bulkhead!
At He Qin's level, the medical cabin he was in was at least three ion shields stronger than high-carbon steel alloys. Even cluster nuclear weapons might not be able to penetrate them. Just a few blows from Wen Zheliu, Of course it cannot be destroyed.
But he was not distracted and could only think of what He Qin once said to him.
- He once asked He Qin, even though they are all players of the same level, why is your knife so much sharper than others
"A heavy sword has no edge, and a great skill has no workmanship." He Qin smiled and said eight words, "It is not the sword that is sharp, but the person."
Wen Zheliu was a little confused. He was not a martial artist like He Qin who had been training since childhood. All his fighting skills were developed by himself in the Brave Club. As long as he could save his life, naturally he couldn't be like He Qin. Like Qin, in addition to the threshold of martial arts, you can also explore deeper things.
He Qin said calmly: "My teacher only said one thing to me. He said that those ancient knights could hurt people by flying flowers and picking leaves. I knew that it was not the knife that determined the edge, but the person who used the knife."
"But that's just a legend..." Wen Zheliu said slowly.
He Qin said: "Isn't the reason why legends spread because they have certain real prototypes? For people like us who practice swordsmanship, the most important thing is definitely not the weapons, nor the level of moves..."
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"Is it hard work and talent?"
"Talent." He Qin smiled and rubbed his cheek with his fingertips, "Or instinct."
"Thousands or even tens of thousands of swings of the knife every day are all to let the instinct blend into your blood, just like the loud sound and the sound of the elephant, the invisible... just like the cook Ding undressing the ox. You practice from having a move to having no move, From being sharp to being restrained, if you make this matter as natural as eating and drinking, then you will be successful." He smiled and made a gesture, "Of course, this does not mean that you have to be silent from now on. Be strong in your heart. The pride lasts forever, and the blade can be used like an arm to command whatever you want."
Wen Zheliu seemed to understand at the time, but then He Qin added: "You see what Du Zijun taught Xie Yuanyuan, if someone stands in front of you, just go with him. This is also an explanation - he has an unstoppable cruelty. Qi, trust your sword, your weapon. You wave it like an emperor waving a scepter. At that moment, you use it to mark out your territory. In the territory enclosed by the blade, life and death all depend on you. In this way, you will be a qualified swordsman."
… brandish it like an emperor wielding a scepter.
Wen Zheliu's eyes were as black as night, and the silver light in his hands seemed to go straight to the sky, and then he came to the bustling world!
At this moment, his spirit seemed to be integrated with the stand used as a weapon in his hand. The air was burning fiercely, and the dazzling light cut through the alarm red. He was called the king in his territory, so he could not break anything and open everything!
It's just a set of false data.
…It’s nothing but a false illusion.
Amidst the explosions of thousands of thunders, fragments like broken stars and jade splattered sharply, revealing He Qin's true appearance beneath them!
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