Only then did he realize that he was not standing in the dark and staring at the soul in front of him, but became a body sitting in front of the computer and typing at his desk. A mug was pushed in front of him.

The wet warm water vapor carried the slightly bitter coffee smell and swayed heavily on the eyelashes.

Mo Yi blinked in a daze, reached out and gently touched the hot outer wall of the cup. The clear and real touch made him retract his hand in an instant.

His eyes fell on the mug.

The cup is black with a small white fish pattern on it.

Mo Yi remembered this cup. When Jiang Yuanbai brought it into the real glue, the cup was in the illusion he saw... It was a set, one black and one white, each with the opposite color on it - he didn't remember buying such cups, but they appeared like that shirt without warning, but it seemed that they should appear in that position. It was natural and natural.

Mo Yi felt his head hurt even more.

The dark brown liquid with white foam in the mug seemed to be slowly rotating with the sky and the earth. The dark black liquid oozed out from the surroundings like asphalt, stirring everything beyond recognition. All the scenery around them turned into irregular patterns and meaningless color blocks. They melted and deformed quickly, like a huge twisted mouth slowly opening, moving towards Mo Yi.

He subconsciously retreated, but suddenly he rushed into vain.

Mo Yi's pupils tightened slightly, and his whole body was sweating profusely, trembling from head to toe. He looked around him, but he didn't know when he returned to the black space with starry light. The huge fragments were still spinning and shining quietly in the air. Even the tiny light could irritate Mo Yi's eyes and ached faintly.

He pressed his swelling forehead with his cold and trembling palms, and let out a long breath with a trembling breath. It seemed that something urgent was urging him in his heart, forcing him to reach out to the fragment behind him-

The fingertips touched the surface of the fragments that were almost glassy. A huge pulling force instantly pulled him into it. The thick darkness was like a sudden tide, instantly submerging him.

Immediately afterwards, the bright and dazzling sunlight penetrated the dark curtain and illuminated Mo Yi's eyes.

He was standing in the middle of the room at this moment.

The white gauze curtain was blown by the wind outside the window, and the fine sunlight fell on the soft linen mat of the sofa, changing shapes as the gauze curtain moved.

Everything seemed very familiar, but it was different everywhere. It took Mo Yi a while to recognize that this was his current residence.

To be precise, it was the duplex apartment I moved to in front of Jiang Yuanbai’s villa.

The perspective in front of me suddenly lowered, and a pair of arms made of machines appeared in the field of view. The palms covered by simulated skin at the front end were stretched out, and the stiff fingers gently smoothed the wrinkles on the sofa. You could hear the rustling sound of the breeze blowing and the sound of the imaginary keyboard typing, as if coming from a distant place, almost making people feel drowsy.

Mo Yi tried to turn his head and look at the decorative cabinet behind the side - when he was used to putting the calendar on it -

He was eager to know the date now.

But now his body is as unstoppable as a cold stone. His consciousness seems to be imprisoned and separated from the outside world by a thick wall. He can only glimpse the blurry edge of a corner of the cabinet through a limited perspective, and almost no possibility of the calendar above.

Mo Yi was a little discouraged.

At this moment, he heard a gentle knock at the door, which suddenly broke the quiet tranquility in the room.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

After only three sounds, I stopped politely, as if I was extremely confident that I would not be ignored by accident.

The keyboard typing in the room stopped.

His metal body turned around and walked into the room very consciously - it might not be appropriate to say that he was walking, because Mo Yi clearly heard the sound of metal wheels rolling over the ground.

The door in the bedroom was closed behind him, and the narrow and restricted viewing angle stayed on the light yellow wooden door.

Through the door panel, Mo Yi heard footsteps passing through the living room and the slight sound of the door opening.

The irrecognizable whispering sound was blurred by the not-so-high-end sound capturer, and even if you try hard to hear it, you can't tell what the person outside was saying. After a few minutes, the buzzing whispering stopped, but the sound of the door closing did not appear for a long time.

The thin door panels separate two completely different spaces, and the time outside seems to be completely frozen, and the silence that is almost dead is spreading.

The perspective seemed to tremble slightly. Mo Yi's after seeing the simulated palm connected to the metal arm gently pressing the door panel, carefully and cautiously opening a small gap silently. One corner of the living room appeared within the line of sight, and another self-portraited the edge of the picture. The pale palm was pressed tightly on the brown door. The blue blood vessels could be vaguely seen on the back of the hand, and the white fingertips were tightly clasped, as if restraining something.

Mo Yi is familiar with his body language.

That's tight and defensive.

Angry.

Immediately afterwards, he saw himself slightly turn and a familiar figure walked in through the open door.

Her petite figure was covered in a thin coat, and her fluffy brown curly hair was carefully curled into delicate hair curls and drooped on her slender shoulders. Her eyes, which were of the same color as her hair, looked gentle and bookish.

Mo Yi's heart suddenly tightened, and a sharp and painful feeling rushed into his chest, as if something was about to come out.

She looked around the decorations in the room calmly, then narrowed her eyes and looked at Mo Yi standing at the door, half serious and half teasing and said:

"To be honest, I didn't expect it..."

Although he could not feel any external temperature, Mo Yi could still feel the coldness and coldness penetrated into his bone marrow. He silently replied in his heart:

One would actually be—"One would actually be..."

This is like this—"Such…"

What about the handsome guy - "What about the handsome guy."

The words in my heart coincided with the soft female voice in my ears, twisting into the same deafening roar. The brown and yellow door panel in front of me seemed to be instantly oppressed towards the huge wall that was bullied by me, and a feeling of dizziness like a sea of ​​people came, as if all the sounds in my ears were gone in an instant. Maybe it was seconds, or maybe it was centuries.

The white noise in Mo Yi's ear finally weakened slowly until it disappeared, and the sound from outside penetrated the film and spread into his mind in a vague way.

That was his own voice.

Mo Yi paused for a long time before finally putting together the sound in Chaos's mind. The actual meaning:

It turned out that he was asking himself: "...Why did you look for me for this project?"

Jiang Yuanrou closed her open clothes and sat down gracefully. Her uninvited leisurely look was almost annoying - exactly the same as Mo Yi remembered.

She frowned and her face became solemn, as if she was a little difficult: "Well...why, we have encountered some problems in some key areas, so we need your technical help very much."

“What field?”

His voice sounded cold and alert, and seemed a little distorted through the door panel, but Mo Yi could hear a slight subtle interest ignited in it.

“The field of artificial intelligence.”

Jiang Yuanrou raised her head and stared at Mo Yi standing not far away, and said slowly: "Our current technology has been able to gather the sea of ​​complex data, and can even complete the connection and conversion from electronic magnetic field to biological magnetic field. However, intelligence that is enough to handle such huge data is a problem that our experts cannot overcome. Only when we can reach a machine level that exceeds the field of human intelligence can we complete our vision..."

Her voice interrupted her again:

"Then how did you think of finding me? I believe my international reputation does not include this aspect."

Jiang Yuanrou lowered her head, took out a thick stack of paper from her backpack, and handed it to him.

"This paper has been completely deleted in current journals due to ethical controversy, but we still found a copy of it in Deep Net. Although it was published anonymously... But according to the common sayings circulating in Deep Net, this article is the masterpiece of the hacker One."

The sound of paper rubbing sounded in the room. Jiang Yuanrou looked at Mo Yi, who was standing not far away, looking down at him, and continued slowly:

"I have read this article to our experts. They said that although this was written fifteen years ago, some of the theories are still very advanced until now. Although the model concept proposed in it is a relatively rough idea, if we really develop and research in this direction, the blueprint we imagined is probably no longer just empty talk."

Jiang Yuanrou frowned without a trace: "But... they said that it will take twenty years of trial and modeling at the shortest time to complete it."

Mo Yi has finished reading the article in his hand at this moment, closed it and handed it to Jiang Yuanrou again:

"So...you think of me?"

Jiang Yuanrou nodded: "Yes, if you haven't given up on this project for such a long time, then no one in this field can surpass you."

She paused and continued: "So we cross-comparison and searched in the huge sea of ​​data of our semi-finished products with a lucky mentality - of course it was purely manual, and this workload almost tortured all of my staff, and it took a full seven months to sort out possible objects - but to be honest, it is really too difficult for you to find. If it weren't for the need for simulated human skin and bioelectricity to greatly reduce our search scope, we might not be able to track and locate you for the rest of our lifetime..."

Jiang Yuanrou smiled slightly and said, "But... since you have a need in this aspect, it means you must have not given up on this field, or... you have made a breakthrough?"

Her keen brown eyes swept towards the door that opened slightly with a gap. Although Mo Yi knew that she would definitely not be able to see here, her heart still shrank slightly.

Standing in the living room, he did not answer this question directly, but gently tapped the cabinet beside him with his knuckles, making a casual clatter:

"The amount of access to such terrifying data, direct authority to collect, and such a huge amount of human and financial investment..."

The conclusion that Mo Yi had already reached in his heart coincided with his own voice outside the door:

"It is absolutely impossible to reach this level just by putting all the strength of the entire enterprise, so it is... the government?"

His voice was filled with subtle play: "Such a huge database means government surveillance, an illegal occupation of citizens' privacy. The artificial intelligence you asked me to study has been an international ban on human morality since this century... If it is exposed, I don't care. After all, I am a notorious hacker, but... both the government and your company will probably be overturned by huge public opinion."

Jiang Yuanrou's delicate face was still calm and peaceful. She smiled: "Yes, I'm afraid I will be pushed out as a victim and scapegoat for the entire project. Even so, the government's credibility will be greatly lost... But you won't do this, right?"

The living room was quiet as if you could hear the breeze blowing the curtains.

Jiang Yuanrou's voice sounded like a devil's temptation whisper:

"You want to see its implementation more than I do, don't you? Otherwise, you won't take such a great risk to find bioelectrics for military purposes. No one can know better than you how strict the military's surveillance and control of this aspect is. No matter how successful the disguise is, there is a possibility of being exposed - although it is not as deep as you know me, I know a lot about you. If you join my project, you may also see a lot of old faces you were familiar with when you were hackers - with the crazy degree of your obsession with your own ideas, you will achieve your goals at all costs -"

Jiang Yuanrou said slowly: "You should be familiar with the bioengineering under the Jiang family. We are a key secret project for cooperation with the military, and it is the top even in the world. If you are willing to join us, I am willing to help you in this regard."

That's all.

She picked up her bag on the sofa and stood up slowly, with a gold-burned silver-white business card on her thin white fingertips.

Jiang Yuanrou placed his business card on the table and said with a smile: "If you think about it, you can call me."

After saying that, she turned around and walked out, touching the door with her fingertips, but suddenly she was stopped by Mo Yi's voice:

"What about you?"

"What..." Jiang Yuanrou seemed a little confused.

"I know why I am obsessed with this, but I don't know why you are so desperate to devote yourself to this project where the rewards are far less than the risks... What is your reason?"

The air instantly quieted down.

Jiang Yuanrou stood there without answering for a long time. Finally, she spoke slowly: "For you, it should be not difficult to find my information, and it should be easy to find my deceased brother's information."

After saying that, she didn't say a word and quickly walked out of the house.
Chapter completed!