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After listening to what the marginal information manager said, Qian Cang lowered his head and pondered, but there was one thing he couldn't understand, "I can understand everything you said, but why did you ask me how it feels like to live?"

"Because..." The edge information manager opened his mouth and said two words and stopped. Then, the whole room suddenly vibrated. The vibration made Qian Cang sit back on the sofa. Then, in the neat room, the wall gradually peeled off and fell to the ground and turned into a pile of white dust. "We will die soon." The edge information manager said the rest.

Qian Cang didn't move after hearing this. After a few seconds, he sighed and asked, "So you asked me how I feel when I am alive? Do you want me to use this last time to remember the past?"

"Actually, what I want you to do is to let you recall your past experiences and see if you can think of some ways to increase our chances of survival." The edge information manager blinked.

"Even if there is, I can't control my body, and the result is still the same." Qian Cang frowned.

"Yes, so the question I asked you in the end is how is it like living?" The edge information manager stood up and walked towards the white door in the room. This was a pure white wooden door with a glyph of dragon and phoenix on the edge. The edge information manager stood at the edge of the wooden door, and his right hand was placed on the door handle, but did not open the door.

"I don't know what to say. Although I stepped into the gates of hell with half my feet several times, I finally survived. I have not died in a real sense. I cannot compare the two and know how I feel when I am alive? If you are asking me about the feeling when I am alive, then my answer is: I'm a little tired." Qian Cangyi also stood up from the sofa, "I also have a question to ask you."

"What's the problem?" The edge information manager was stunned for a moment.

"Let me see how you work, I mean, you find useful information from edge information and pass it on to the main consciousness to work." Qian Cang walked over, "I don't want to know the answer to the question you asked yet, I still want to continue to live, so even now, I still plan to work hard." As he spoke, the wall on the side of the room fell off again, and the collapse was accelerating.

"Follow me!" The edge information manager waved at Qian Cang, and then he turned his right hand to open the door. Then he stood on the side and gave up the way in the door. When Qian Cang looked inside the door, he found that there was a transparent channel inside the door. Outside the channel, there were countless neural network structures similar to conceptual maps, endless, like a vast sea of ​​clouds.

As soon as Qian Cang walked in, the edge information manager followed closely behind. With a bang, the door was closed. Qian Cang looked back and saw an exquisite white spherical hut, which stayed on a huge sphere.

"Don't waste time, we have to speed up, if you really want to live." The edge information manager's pace became faster and faster, and Qiancang quickly followed.

As we walked to the end, a light blue translucent screen with a thirty-degree tilt appeared in front of us. Behind the light blue screen are endless dots and lines, like a starry sky map connected by a child with a pen. Dots and lines are divided into sizes and lengths, but at first glance, they do not regard them as independent individuals, but as a whole.

"Is this?" Qian Cang asked.

"This is where I work. I checked the edge information through the screen in front of me. You can understand it to make it easier for you to understand. Therefore, the actual situation is completely different when presenting it to your eyes in this way. You should have seen the anatomical diagram of the brain." The edge information manager answered Qian Cangyi's question, and even answered the next question he might ask.

"Okay, let's start!" Qian Cang nodded and stood beside the edge information manager.

"Yes." The edge information manager looked at Qian Cangyi.

"Huh?" Qian Cangyi found that the other party had no idea of ​​moving at all, so he turned his head.

"You have to give me some conditions, you have to... direct me." said the edge information manager. "The part I manage is edge information, which is equivalent to your assistance. You have to propose a general direction. The data of edge information is at a massive scale. If I can go through it all, I believe we have surpassed humans."

"I understand." Qian Cang nodded. He lowered his head and thought for two seconds, then said, "I don't know how serious my injury is, but one thing is certain. I do have the possibility of survival. I must live until dawn. As long as I live until dawn, any degree of injury will recover."

Xiao Zunfeng talked about this point with Fable. After entering the diary world, you don’t need to eat or go to the toilet. Time will leave the diary world at dawn the next day, and after returning to the movie world, your injuries will be recovered.

The only thing that Xiao Zunfeng cannot be sure of, but it just has no chance to confirm. This is whether he will die in the diary world and die in the movie world. Even if he has never died, Xiao Zunfeng and the Fable believe that Hell movies will not make them so relaxed. What's more, the diary world is haunted after July, and in fact, it doesn't happen many times after entering the diary world in July.

Hearing Qian Cangyi's words, the edge information manager nodded slowly, "I don't know this, but it is essentially the same as the scope of my previous search. It's just that I try to search in the aspect that the main consciousness can restore. Now it seems that the direction of the search is deviated from the correct direction."

"It's normal." Qian Cangyi said.

There is a big gap in information acquisition. Sometimes, a mistake in judging key information may lead to a completely opposite direction. Therefore, it is normal for edge information managers to make wrong judgments.

"Temperature, the body should always monitor its feelings about temperature, right?" Qian Cang asked.

"Well, it occupies about 10% of the energy, and temperature is an important indicator, and it is impossible not to detect it." The edge information manager's hands began to control it on the light blue translucent screen. After a while, an external temperature change curve and an internal temperature curve appeared on the screen.

At the same time, more highlights appeared in the neural network outside the channel, which moved towards the surrounding neural nodes at an extremely fast speed, as if the entire brain was active.

The edge information manager pointed to the violently shaking curve on the screen and said, "Look here, there is a small fault here. The time when this point appears should be the time when you were shot. In the following period, the body's body temperature dropped a little due to blood loss. It started to drop from this point, and then stopped at the later point, and then the temperature stabilized within the normal range."

"We can also judge by the sudden increase in the external temperature. You see this point, which corresponds to the time when the body temperature drops. This should be the time when you are rubbed by the bullet. The high temperature brought by the bullet makes the skin feel the temperature change." The edge information manager also planned to continue, but was stopped by Qian Cang.

"Knowing that what has happened doesn't mean much to us, and, according to you, aren't these edge information already processed? Why are they still staying here and wasting capacity?" Qian Cang asked.

"Do you remember what I told you just now? Inspiration. In fact, the information about temperature changes I just told you was passed on to you as early as when you were shot. However, for you at that time, you didn't have the energy to deal with these information that had nothing to do with life. When you were shot, you had an inconsistency in your body and began to fall backwards. So the thing you chose to take the most priority is to stabilize your body first, because you know that you are on the fifth floor. Once you fall down, even if the bullet doesn't kill you, you may fall to death." The edge information manager's speaking speed is getting faster and faster, just like a continuous cannon.

Before Qian Cang answered or issued a new command, the edge information manager spoke again: "So the main consciousness called back this information at that time, but this did not mean that this information was completely useless, because the main consciousness had evaluated this information. The reason for being called back was that the priority was low. For these low priority information, I would not eliminate them immediately, but temporarily store them in a buffer area so that the main consciousness could pass it over before deciding whether to eliminate it."

"Now because the main consciousness is in a coma, this information is temporarily stuck in the cache area. You just said you want to check the temperature, so I directly called out the cache information with a higher priority compared to the edge information." The edge information manager explained the reasons for his actions, or more accurately, his mechanism.

"Okay, OK." Qian Cang waved his hand, "I want to know what the temperature is now."

The edge information manager clicked on the screen again with his hands, "The temperature behind also fluctuates a certain amount of time, but I think I found good news. The temperature outside the body is maintained in the comfort zone, so that the body no longer needs to spend too much energy to maintain body temperature."

"Good news." Qian Cang nodded. He had already thoughts in his mind. He thought that he might be lying on the hospital bed to rest. In order to confirm this, he thought of another aspect, "What about the current oxygen concentration? Let's compare the changes in the temperature."

"Yes." The edge information manager nodded, and at the same time, his hands seemed to have phantoms appear. After a while, the data Qian Cangyi asked to view appeared, "Please see!"

"Here I analyze it." Qian Cang saw that there were many symbols of unknown significance around the curves on the screen. He did not have the energy to understand the meaning of these symbols one by one, nor did he have to understand it.

"It is basically the same time as the external temperature stabilizes in the comfortable area. This should be able to tell that our current situation is safe." The edge information manager expressed the meaning of the curve on the screen.

"We are in the hospital, and I guess I may have been lying on the hospital bed. In this way, except for my own injuries, the only thing that will threaten me is ghosts. My current situation cannot resist ghosts at all, so I just need to try to delay the impact of my injuries on my body." Qian Cang frowned, "Is there a way to know what my injuries are now?" He turned to ask the edge information manager.

"Such a comprehensive judgment... I can only say it's not good." The edge information manager frowned slightly, his mouth trembled, and looked at Qian Cangyi with the look of "You are making me laugh".

"Repairing injuries requires energy? Can you reduce the energy consumed in the rest of your body a little?" Qian Cang said expressionlessly.

"What part?" asked the edge information manager.

"Everything related to digestion is OK." Qian Cang blinked, "Also, even if I am in a coma, will my hearing still work? After all, my ears cannot be closed."

"Yes, but I can't analyze what you hear. Only the main consciousness can analyze it. I only judge the volume and sharpness of the sound. In addition, this aspect does not consume much energy at present. In fact, after you fall into a coma, most of the energy has been adjusted to control the injury, and try to keep the remaining energy running as much as possible." The edge information manager said the difficulties.

"By the way, help me adjust the light feeling information about the eyeballs." Qian Cangyi decided to change the angle. When the screen interface controlled by the edge information manager, Qian Cangyi explained the reason by the way, "Even if people close their eyes, they can still feel the light. The brightness of the sun is not the same level as the brightness of the light. In addition, in order for the ward to have a good attitude when recovering, the lighting conditions are usually good. Once we feel the obvious changes in the light... it means we are saved."

"It's out!" The edge information manager reminded, "In fact, it can correspond to changes in temperature and oxygen, and it just matches it. But, what's the use of doing this?"

When Qian Cang heard the words of the marginal information manager, he licked his lips, "Anyway, I'm going to die, so I have to do something, right? Even if I don't use it, I've tried it."

"No, if you plan to monitor brightness changes all the time, it will probably continue to account for about 10% of the total energy I can control." The edge information manager reminded.

"Then forget it..." Qian Cangyi whispered.

It's indeed edge information...

Qian Cang thought to himself.

He finally realized what edge information is, and also understood why the main consciousness blocked this information. Most of the information had no effect on life and life. If he spent all his energy and time on this information, it was very likely that he would not even be able to satisfy the minimum need to fill his stomach.

"Hey, I said, are you able to close some areas of your brain?" Qian Cangyi asked a new question.

"No, you can't, as the main consciousness, either. You can simply think that these belong to the 'hardware' aspects. We cannot control them through consciousness, otherwise you will be suffocated to death when you sleep." The edge information manager said the reason.

At this moment, an abnormal sound came from behind. Qian Cang turned his head and saw that the spherical hut they were standing on had collapsed by about half, and the collapse was getting faster and faster.

"You're almost out of reach!" the edge information manager reminded.

Qian Cang looked at the collapsed hut, "That is to say I'm okay now, right?" Then he turned to look at the edge information manager, "I have another question to ask you, am I awake or unconscious now?"

"Whether half dreams and half awake?" The edge information manager was not sure. "I don't know. It's impossible for me to meet you." When I said this, the edge information manager showed a very puzzled expression on his face.

"Since we can't save ourselves, why not put our hope on the Hell movie. Now, please tell me all the relevant information about my body gradually moving towards death, all..." Qian Cangyi's tone became heavier. ()

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