In just a few minutes, the assassin's Ferrari was burned with only a skeleton.

The middle-aged man walked step by step in the air and didn't stop until he stood above the black car.

He spread his hands, like a suffering saint in the air, praying to the **** he worshiped in his own way.

After a while, he landed slowly, ignoring the firefighters who were rushing over to put out the fire, and came to the side of the road.

He took out his cell phone, he didn't dial, the cell phone was connected automatically.

"Master Bishop, I have completed the task."

"come back."

"Aren't you happy for me? The enemy of our great **** and being burned to ashes by the fire of hell, this is a proof of the power of the god."

"Don't let me say the second time, come back. The gods of the Internet told me that they have a human psionic weapon awakened."

Hearing this term, the middle-aged man's breathing came to a halt.

Awakened psychic energy is called an awakened one.

A wandering soul gains psychic energy and uses this power from the soul to have a real dialogue with the world, thus comprehending that the entire world is virtual, a fact created with a lot of memory.

The psionic weapon is the product of the psychic power to the limit, a power that even the bishop would extremely desire but could not obtain.

The man felt his chest banging, mixed feelings of doubt and jealousy echoed in his heart, making him feel that his body was chilling.

"I'll be back soon."

After hanging up the phone, the man stopped a taxi and said directly: "Go to the station."

Although the code can be used to transfer directly, this behavior will consume his precious psychic energy, so he generally does not use it easily.

Closing his eyes, he was going to use this time to regain his psychic energy, but immediately felt wrong.

The station is in the northern part of the city, but the scenery outside the bus is obviously getting more and more desolate, and it has obviously been driven to the outskirts.

Quickly squeezing the driver's neck, but a sharp fruit knife slashed from the passenger seat and directly chopped his arm in two.

Li Lili with a cold expression shook off the blood on the fruit knife and squinted at the middle-aged man behind.

With a muffled sound, the middle-aged man wanted to continue resisting, so he heard a voice on his left side.

"I advise you not to resist."

Turning his head quickly, the middle-aged man found that he didn't know when a teenager was sitting next to him.

The other person looked at him with a smile, his eyes were wise not suitable for his age, making him feel that he was not facing a teenager, but an adult.

After hesitating for a moment, the middle-aged man asked in a low voice: "Classmate Wang."

"It's me. Forget it, tell me to take off my clothes."

The car is still moving.

The assassin man who drove didn't dare to say a word, didn't dare to ask a word.

He didn't even know how he escaped alive, or how the one who took off his clothes disappeared and appeared. In short, he didn't know anything.

But he knew that they were definitely not normal people.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man finally asked: "You guys, did you come from the real side?"

"It can be said. And my psionic weapon has finally truly awakened, and all aspects of thinking have allowed me to finally get through the world's restrictions on me, and my memory has also been revived."

Although he took off his clothes and answered very plainly, the middle-aged man was obviously excited.

He watched feverishly taking off his clothes and asked excitedly: "What does the real world look like? Is the Internet God really the ruler there? There..."

"Don't ask, it's not as beautiful as you think. Compared to the outside world, it's like heaven."

"But I still want to go! You can't understand this feeling, this feeling of suddenly discovering that I am a virtual character. You know, after I awakened psionic energy, I have been thinking about whether I have free will and everything about me. Is it all virtualized through code, whether I am me, or a bunch of codes composed of programs."

"Is this problem important?"

"Very important! Rather, I live to answer this question, am I me, or a calculated code. Am I real? What is the meaning of our existence? Can you tell me!"

He took off his clothes and hesitated, then logged on to QQ and found the disappearing hairline.

"Disappearing hairline, tell me what else are you doing besides giving lectures?"

"...I didn't do anything!"

"Tell me the truth."

"...The artificial intelligence that the hacker said before gave me inspiration, so I designed a few more artificial intelligences. All that is necessary is to use the environment here to design a virtual world. They can evolve according to the existing content, And think and experiment until I get the answer to the ultimate question I want. These codes can evolve on their own, and I estimate that seventy years will be enough for them to evolve to a suitable result."

"Then what's your ultimate problem? Tell me quickly, there is a kid here who is going to be stunned."

"...Can you not tell me?"

"Look at your twitchy attitude, don't tell me that your ultimate problem is that there is no cure for hair loss?"

"...Um~lightnovelpub.net~Don't think about it, accept this fact."

"……Ok."

Seeing that his eyes became clear again when he took off his clothes, the middle-aged man asked excitedly: "Did you just talk to a **** in the real world? Do you know the meaning of our existence?"

Looking at the other person's bald head, he took off his clothes and sighed: "Can you cure baldness?"

"will not."

"Then anyone around you knows how to cure baldness?"

"Nor."

"Then your existence is basically meaningless."

The middle-aged man thought for a long time, and finally showed a suddenly realized look: "You mean that the Creator created us to allow us to study how to treat hair loss?"

"Yeah. Well, I know this answer is a bit..."

"Great, it turns out that this is the meaning of our existence! Almighty God of the Internet, thank you for your gift and let us know the ultimate meaning of our existence. What a wonderful vocabulary to treat hair loss! I want to contact the bishop, This matter is written in our holy scripture!"

He took off his clothes and looked at each other speechlessly.

In order to save the hairline of a hair loss programmer, he wrote a bunch of artificial intelligence and let them evolve on their own to solve the problem of hair loss.

And this group of artificial intelligence forgot their mission under the interference of evil things, and produced a **** of the Internet to worship, thus establishing a sect of artificial intelligence.

Science fictions dare not adopt such a setting!

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