The lights were dim, Xiong Wugong walked to the front of the light brain and sat down, his expression was slightly confused.

Tak Fu stood beside his head above the edge of the table, his eyes shining like stars.

"The division is using me." Xiong Wugong said suddenly.

"Why do you say that?" Tak Fook responded casually, looking neither surprised nor nervous.

"Pray to God should go to the monk's temple." Xiong Wugong said: "Call me here, in the name of helping me, but actually want you to enter this room."

Defu sneered and said, "First, you are not here to worship God. Second, you can always bring me in, but you don't have to be you. Third, Niu is owed to you. Do n’t you Okay. Fourth, Niu Dao owes nothing to you. It's easy to use it for you. There is nothing wrong with it. "

"I understand these." Xiong Wugong didn't regret it, but he had a quandary in his heart. "But, can this really help me?"

"Try it out."

The room was quiet, and the two stopped talking. After a while, Xiong Wugong sighed softly.

"Okay, try."

Raising his hand as he speaks, he resolutely strikes "OK" as if making a big decision.

At the same time, the index finger of De Fu's right hand on the table suddenly grew out and was inserted into the optical brain external port accurately.

"when!"

The bell sounded from the light brain, and then echoed in the back room. There was a beating on the screen of the light brain, countless lines staggered back and forth, colorful and dazzling to the point where it was hard to see.

Regardless of the war or peace time, Longmen Inn has always had its own information channel. The empire's ownership has not changed this point. Boss He can still receive outside information and even connect with specific targets in real time.

Last year in the small town, someone passed a message to Boss through it, and then he told Federal Major Li Ge. Today, this channel is established again, and no one knows. At this time, in this optical brain, a small section of data is transferred between various modules and then enters the channel.

The information channel is a river with numerous sluices. There are very few branches along the way. Each branch and each gate has a unique security mechanism. For that data, the security mechanisms of guarding the gates and branches are full of murderous power, and once found, they will be broken into pieces. But it walks through the levels like a ghost, avoiding countless scans. Soon, it stopped like a hound smelling a breath.

The security mechanism here is unique and full of temptation for the data. It begins to carefully test, change the form after each touch, and find cover for itself.

The channel is a river. Every water droplet and every spray flowing in the river is composed of data. The constantly deformed data is hidden in it, knocking on the branch door again and again.

It's like a little thief.

...

...

In the dense room, the lines on the light brain screen stabilized, and the combination jumped out of an old man wearing a small cap with a melon skin.

"You came."

The old man was born with kind eyes, sitting in a wicker chair, shaking a paper fan with one hand, with a smile on his face. His voice is slightly hoarse, but has a very strange sense of rhythm, mixed with bells, each syllable is like a song.

The melon skin hat is different. It will look funny when worn by others, but it can increase the affinity on the old man, like a bodhisattva who joined the WTO. Inside and outside the screen, the two looked at each other. Xiong Wugong looked at the old man on the screen, listening to the bell in his ear, a little lost.

"you are......"

Xiong Wugong hesitated for a long time. About one minute later, the old man responded with a smile. "I am the person you are looking for."

"Actually I ..." Xiong Wugong hesitated, wondering what to say.

As in the previous conversation, after a while, the old man responded.

"Time is precious. You have confusion in your heart. Speak it out, I will confuse you."

Looking at the bones of the immortal wind, the old man talked without the appearance of a fairy. He was like a **** stick pretending to be a ghost, and he just wanted to get things done earlier to get the silver. Xiong Wugong has always been in conflict. After hearing these words, his heart is more and more questionable.

"Boss He has investigated me and reported to you. Right?" Xiong Wugong became rude without knowing it.

"He Lingsheng has limited authority. It is the job of others to investigate you." The old man smiled as if he couldn't hear Xiong Wugong's meaning. "Speaking to you like this. Not everyone can see me at random. If it is worthless in itself, the face of the teacher is not good."

This remark seemed to be showing off, or it might be a warning, Xiong Wugong didn't have the mood to distinguish, and looked provocatively.

"Then you must know me well."

"Crazy monk, once known in the mercenary world, has completed many difficult tasks and killed many people."

The old man laughed and said slowly: "Later, the trusted person was betrayed, and he survived by chance. From then on, he became disheartened, wandered to Penglai, met a woman, married his wife, and had children. Then he encountered war, and his family ... ... "

"enough."

Xiong Wugong's face changed slightly, interrupting the other party's words.

"Since you know me so well, please tell me why I am confused?"

"How can I know?" Said the old man, surprised. "Decadent and degenerate, mediocre self-disturbance, cynical, disease-free moaning, **** horns ... these are all possible."

Xiong Wugong stared at the other side for a while before seeing such a puzzled wise man, and gradually realized that the other side was talking nonsense.

He began to regret, thinking whether he should get up and leave immediately. At this time, the old man on the screen spoke again, and the mountain came over.

"Crazy monks are not called by others. Do you give yourself this nickname, hoping to realize one day, or are you afraid of retribution?"

"You ..." Xiong Wugong suddenly looked up, the fierce breath came out.

"I'm not afraid of you." The old man smiled, like a devil showing kindness, and the words spoken were like a knife, each time a small piece was spit out in Xiong Wugong's heart.

"When the scenery is beautiful, you are ruthless and ruthless, so you can pull up the team and break out of the hall of fame. What happened? The brothers died, rebelled, the team broke up, your name became a joke in the circle. You put these What do you think? Why hid in the heavenly gates? You were there, at the beginning, decadent and fallen, and drunk all day long. When you were about to become an alcoholic, you found yourself with flesh and blood. "

"Do you think this is God's providence? Have you thanked God and vowed to be human again? You have secretly done a lot of good things in Tianmen these years to help those poor people. Is this because your heart has become kind or because you are afraid?"

"What happened? The war came, the wife died, the child was gone, and you were left alone. You watched their bones burned to ashes in the fire and swear revenge. But this is not a river or lake you are familiar with, but a country Battle, you want revenge, but you ca n’t find the object of revenge. "

Knife-like sentences are dense as rain, hitting the heart directly, the bells in the secret room have been echoing, like sending souls into the land.

"A flood of water, countless dead people, who may have killed your wife and children directly or among them, may still be alive. Just an artillery who executes the order cannot satisfy your desire to vent, you hope to find the mastermind."

Hearing this, Xiong Wugong's complexion gradually turned white and his body kept shaking.

"......do not talk......"

The old man on the screen ignored him, "You go back to Tianmen and live like a dog. At first, you still know what you want to do, but then you realize that you are wrong. You gradually understand that this is war and hundreds of millions of people are involved. Ji Pengren , Federal, general, commander, president, emperor, who is the enemy? "

In a similar way, Xiong Wugong had talked with Niu Ben once, so it was only this time that he was puzzled. Strangely, these words were spoken by the old man, and they were particularly lethal. Xiong Wugong listened to his words, and it felt like the scars of the past were uncovered one by one, blood dripping, and his heart ache.

"......enough......"

"This war was initiated by the Emperor, what can you do to him? The stupid Federation has no defense, and indirectly killed your wife and children while facing the scourge of the country. What can you do? The frontline general of the Empire, Kawasaki, is dead, you Should you thank Niuben for drowning him, or hate him for taking away your chance of revenge? Then again, even if you are angry with Niuben, how can you take him? "

"... Stop talking ..."

A series of questions were like a sap, Xiong Wugong began to cry, and his voice begged.

The old man still didn't mean to pause. "You want to find the master who killed his wife and children to get revenge is a joke. You are in Tianmen, and you are actually serving the enemy. Now you are more and more convinced, no, you are more and more skeptical. Your life is your retribution for your sins ... "

"enough!"

Xiong Wugong's patience reached the limit, glaring at his red eyes and slamming his punch on the table case.

"What the **** do you want to do?"

"I think......"

The old man stopped and looked at Xiong Wugong as if watching his every move.

Xiong Wugong was immersed in despair and grief, and did not care about the other's eyes.

After a while, the old man sighed softly and said, "I wanted to ask if you are ready."

"Ready to do?" Xiong Wugong was confused.

"Save the world," said the old man with a smile.

...

...

Countless attempts, the deformation data found a gap in the branch door, or it found a flaw in the security mechanism. Like the deformation data, the gap is not stable, it will deform, move, and sometimes disappear.

But it has happened after all, enough deformation data to use.

It did not immediately enter the branch, but took a smaller section from the body and quietly stuck in that gap. After doing this, the deformation data immediately slipped away and went down the road to a very far place. At this moment, in the computer room of Tianmen City and Wude Building, which was transformed into an information center, a terminal screen flickered several times, and the soldier sitting in front of him banged.

He immediately tapped the keyboard and called up the tool for screening, and found no problems.

It happened that an officer was passing by here, and when he saw this, he stopped and asked.

"what happened?"

"... Nothing ..." The soldier hesitated, without reporting what had just happened.

"Be careful."

"Yes!"

The officer was gone, and the soldiers screened again and found nothing. So he breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced at the decision.

The deformation data is hidden in the river of information, leaves the ground and enters space. It traverses the starry sky at the speed of light and spends a little time to reach the source.

The security mechanism there is more stringent, and the difficulty of cracking is higher than the previous branch gate, but here, the deformation data found countless branches, just like the source of the real river. Many of those branches are completely open, or only do basic screening.

The deformation data did not act lightly. It randomly chose one of those branches and quickly disappeared without a trace.

Following a completely different channel, it entered the starry sky again, advancing in a large invisible network of information channels. Soon, it pinpointed its target to enter a certain planet, and appeared in an optical brain in a blink of an eye.

Here it finds a piece of data similar to itself, and rushes to merge with it.

"Ok?"

Sitting in front of his head was a young man with disheveled hair and a focused look, looking extremely engaged. When the two pieces of data were fused, he noticed an abnormality and immediately switched to a certain program.

A line of handwriting and two dogs appeared on the screen.

One yellow and one white, two big dogs cuddling each other, looking extremely close.

Seeing this pattern, the youth screamed suddenly and jumped out of the chair.

"Ah? Ha!"

"Wang!" The real dog barked, and a big golden retriever rushed to the youth with his tail, looking at him with some doubt.

"Brother is here, is there any smell?" The young man reached out and rubbed the dog's head, soothing and making fun, while looking at the line on the screen.

"Fly fireflies."

Seeing this sentence, the excited face of the youth suddenly became serious.

"Something is about to happen."

...

...

Save this world?

Xiong Wugong stared blankly at the old man on the screen, not convinced that he was talking to himself. After a pause, he lowered his head to look at himself, as if looking into the mirror for the first time.

"are you crazy?"

It seems that this guess is the most realistic, Xiong Wugong could not help but said, "Otherwise, he is sick."

The old man looked at him calmly and did not respond immediately.

"Don't look at me like that."

Xiong Wugong was a little angry and a little disappointed.

Coming here with suspicion, Xiong Wugong didn't expect much. However, just now, when his emotions were the most violent, he gave birth to a hint of hope, or fantasy.

This mysterious old man knows everything, maybe there is a way to confuse himself.

It turned out to be this way!

save the world?

Go to him, I am the one who needs to be saved most!

Xiong Wugong waited for a while and couldn't wait for a response to the face that always had a smile, no matter what he said.

"Old guy, don't watch! Look at me ..."

"cut!"

There was an additional voice in the room, extremely contemptuous, extremely frivolous, totally out of step with the current atmosphere.

Xiong Wugong froze for a while before realizing that it was Blessed to speak beside him. His right hand was detached from the light brain, and his bright eyes became more pressing.

"Do you think this old man is real?"

Humming, Defu said disdainfully, "It's just a window of interaction. The simplest intelligent program."

"Fake?" Xiong Wugong stared.

"It's not all fake. Someone is directing behind it." De Fu pointed with his finger and refused to explain too much. "I don't believe you ask him what color of underwear he wears."

"what?"

Xiong Wugong would laugh wildly if he hadn't experienced the heart robbery just now. He knew the meaning of Blessing's words in order to test whether the other party had emotional changes, and this was the only way to distinguish real people from intelligent programs.

But ask the color of the underwear of an old man ...

The ridiculous proposal is uniquely effective. Xiong Wugong's heavy mood has not been relieved, and he is more conscious than before.

At this moment, the old man on the screen responded.

"red."

He looked at him here, looking peaceful, as if he was facing an ignorant and mischievous child.

"This year is my birthday, and my underwear is red."

"..."

Xiong Wugong was completely stupid, and it took a lot of effort to look away and turned his head to be blessed.

"Fake." Defu changed his mouth to pass the message, pointing his finger at the old man's eyes.

With these tips, Xiong Wugong looked back carefully and quickly found a flaw.

The old man's gaze was in the direction of Xiong Wugong. He didn't feel abnormal before ... Xiong Wugong tried to lean his upper body to one side and get rid of the other.

Sure enough, the old man's gaze didn't follow, just continued talking.

"Crazy monk, there is only one way you want to get rid of the demon."

"Oh......"

Xiong Wugong breathed a sigh of relief. When he realized that no one on the other side looked at himself, or should say so, the person on the other side couldn't see himself, and his heart was not only relaxed, but he seemed to get out of some kind of crisis.

"Did you tell me to die?" Xiong Wugong said with a slight mockery. "Saving the world is too difficult. This is relatively simple."

"You've gone through everything, just stand taller, don't be selfish ..."

The old man seemed unable to hear his mockery, his attitude was right, and his tone became solemn.

"You might be able to do what Niuben couldn't do."

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