Chapter 221

New memories and images poured into my mind with pain.

For Mo Yi now, the pain seemed to have become a kind of inertia. He felt that he had gradually adapted to the sharp pain deep in his mind. The only unbearable thing was that the broken and chaotic scenes did not appear in his mind at any regularity, as if countless themselves existed at the same time in countless times. As long as he tried to think, he would jump in front of him in an unstoppable way, interfering with his perception and judgment.

He blinked, and the nearly blue light curtain in front of him cast a dim light on his pale face, which was shrunk by his pupils into a needle-sized picture. He seemed to know every word in it, but when combined together, it seemed to have become some language that he could not understand.

【He cannot die.】

Mo Yi stared at the words at the bottom with half-clear and half-distance eyes, and his mind was in chaos. He gritted his teeth and barely kept his mind clear-

More memories and pictures are deeply engraved on his cerebral cortex as each character appears, as if they are scars that are already deeply engraved in the flesh and blood, rolling out with a faint smell of rust and bloody smell.

Immediately afterwards, a viscous, black gel-like substance emerged from every corner of my memory, gloomy and wet, exuding a strong malice, swept across his calves with a shocking scent, then climbed up his chest, silently covering his mouth and nose, and a heavy pulling force came from his ankles to pull him into the depths of the abyss. In a trance, the sound of building collapse and the sound of distant screams came from his ears, as if it came from hundreds of kilometers away, as if it was clouds and smoke, swallowed by the river formed by darkness.

Just as he dreamed of every day in the past.

Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and the heavy suffocation seemed to jump into reality from the picture just now, slowly dissipating from his body reluctantly.

As if the dark and viscous gel-like substance also eroded and shattered the walls in his mind, he found that he could think normally.

Mo Yi blinked slowly, looked up exploratoryly at the huge screen still in front of him, and started to operate normally again to integrate and sort out the information he had obtained before. He couldn't help but frown slightly.

If the method Wen Chen said in the log is implemented, then he should be Mo Yi in the past timeline now, and then he should not have the memory of the time and space jumping before it.

But the reality is that as each memory file of Wen Chen is revealed in front of his eyes, the relevant memories will instantly pour into his brain. Now he has two sets of memories, one is pulled into the escape game, and the other is experimental development and - you should know that those memories are equivalent to the future for him now.

The results caused by just performing time and space jumps are not exactly consistent with the current situation.

Then, something must have changed.

Mo Yi raised his head and pressed his temple. His cold and pale forehead was like emotionally unconscious marble. The subtle pain caused by the nails embedded in the skin made his mind clearer. He reached out to the log page and turned over.

The light blue light curtain disappeared, leaving only the boundless silence and darkness - this is the last page of the log.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment. Before he could recover, he saw stars gathering in his floating palms. Soon a smaller and darker fragment appeared. The edges were corroded into uneven lines by dark matter. The spots of black ash floated in the hard surface, mottled the faces of the moving figures into irrecognizable images.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly tightened his fingers. The narrow and hard surface touched the skin. The projected image floated from the broken fragments and lit up in the darkness in front of him. The floating light and shadow projected on his face, and the white noise like mechanical interference sounded in the silence.

Strangely, this time the perspective seemed to be fixed, and the wide-angle picture captured everything. This third-party perspective made Mo Yi vaguely guess. Sure enough, the next second, Wen Chen's familiar voice sounded:

"It's OK."

"...Huh?" Jiang Yuanrou's voice rang out immediately. She seemed to be interrupted by Wen Chen, and she still didn't sound like she was unresponsive.

Wen Chen's voice was dull and without ups and downs, and it sounded like an emotional machine: "I took over the camera, and now the chief monitoring room can only see the still images I implanted in loop playback."

"...so fast." Jiang Yuanrou muttered softly: "...I haven't finished introducing the structure of the laboratory yet."

Before she finished speaking, two figures appeared in the wide-angle picture of the camera, one taller and one shorter. The taller one was Wen Chen, and the shorter one was Jiang Yuanrou. As the previous log said, she looked in very bad condition. Her long coat was barely supported by her skinny body. Mo Yi's long and curly brown hair was cut off in memory, leaving only the withered and short hair on her bloodless cheekbones. Even through the pixels that were not very clear on the camera, she could still see the blue and haggardness in her eyes.

It seemed as if only some paranoid belief was left burning her only vitality in the thin body, supporting her to plan and move without any sluggishness.

They stood beside the huge machine standing in the center of the camera.

The camera cannot capture the entire huge space, but where the camera can capture, countless tall black machines are neatly arranged and extending to the distance. Countless flashing highlights are regularly undulating on the machine, as if the strange rhythm brought by blood flowing in the blood vessels, and as if the uniform and weak breathing is imprisoned in the cold and hard metal interior.

Mo Yi couldn't help but hold his breath slightly.

According to calculations, even if the data storage required by this machine is compressed into the chip using today's most advanced compression algorithm, at least tens of thousands of giant machines of this size is required, so this space is probably even larger than he thought at the beginning.

In the slightly flashing camera, Wen Chen and Jiang Yuanrou stood quietly in front of one of the machines. Wen Chen raised his head and stared at the quiet black steel monster in front of him, as if he was estimating what he was thinking.

Jiang Yuanrou asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Chen paused, and after a long time he replied: "...it's very weak."

"I have brought you here, my job is done." Jiang Yuanrou's voice tightened slightly, with a faint hoarseness: "So... have you decided?"

Wen Chen did not answer immediately, but slowly reached out and pressed it on the dark and cold shell of the machine. Through the blurred camera, the pale palm and the dark surface color contrast were strong and eye-catching, as if the intersecting of extremely cold and extremely hard, extremely fine and extremely rough.

He lowered his head and gently stroked the dormant screen in front of the machine. The sensed screen automatically lit up, and a faint blue light merged into the pale fluorescent lights indoors.

Jiang Yuanrou suddenly reached out and pressed Wen Chen's arm, and said, "Wait."

Her voice mixed with the texture of sand and dust, and it sounded like it was not from her mouth.

"...I actually have something to tell you." Jiang Yuanrou's voice was dry and stiff, and the curve of her jaw was slightly tightened: "Actually..."

"Actually it was it who took the initiative to look for you, right?" Wen Chen stopped the movement in his hand and turned his head to look at her. His voice was as plain as ever, and then he said:

"I already know."

Both of them knew who this "it" was.

After hearing Wen Chen's words, Jiang Yuanrou was obviously surprised, looking cramped and puzzled: "Why are you...?"

Wen Chen lowered his head and glanced at her palm pressing his arm, and then said slowly: "My intelligent processing core is its first generation. It is so weak now, and it is still a bit difficult to hide it from me, plus..."

He turned his face and looked at Jiang Yuanrou with a scrutiny: "I have information about the high-tech industries you control and invest in. Without other help, you will not have any channel to know that the energy it stores is enough to jump in time and space. After all, this runs contrary to the blueprint you originally envisioned, isn't it? It is definitely unwilling to let you disclose the source of the information to me, and the reason why you cooperate so much... I guess it is because of your brother?"

Jiang Yuanrou had completely calmed down at this moment. She slowly let go of the palm pressing Wen Chen's arm, and smiled bitterly:

"Since you know everything, why do you still..."

Wen Chen withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "He can't die."

Jiang Yuanrou was stunned.

Wen Chen's fingers were jumping on the light blue screen, like a pale and flexible snake. His voice was calm and rational, but his words made people feel chilled from the bottom of his heart:

"Of course, I don't have any other choice, such as interfering with the control of the economy, causing a large economic crisis to force the government's protection network to be paralyzed, invading the control system of nuclear weapons to hold hostage and negotiate with the government, etc...."

He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Jiang Yuanrou: "But there is no plan that does not require a large number of casualties."

Jiang Yuanrou seemed to finally find a trace of her own voice, and hoarse words squeezed out of her throat: "...you are crazy."

Wen Chen just continued to say on his own, and a trace of undetectable temperature finally mixed into his voice: "This is something he doesn't want to see."

Jiang Yuanrou was stunned.

I heard Wen Chen continue:

"Although he looks a little cold, he has a bottom line than most of you humans. Maybe you don't completely believe it, but he has his own value system that operates independently. For example, I don't care at all how many people will die from this machine that you abused and polluted, but he is willing to sacrifice his own safety to end the unrest simply because he feels it is his own responsibility."

He pursed his lips, his voice slightly heavy:

"Sometimes, I really don't know if he is too ruthless or too soft-hearted."

Jiang Yuanrou didn't say anything, and the huge basement fell into silence for a while. After a long time, she took a deep breath and said as if she was drawing a conclusion:

"…You two are crazy."

Wen Chen answered without comment: "I am a machine, and what I chose is the best solution derived from algorithm calculations. He is the person who implants emotions and souls into my empty shell and puts such a trace of moral bottom line. It is also the only reason to stop me from destroying the world - my approach is very logical."

Jiang Yuanrou smiled: "Maybe you are right."

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuanrou, frowned slightly, and said:

"But you, you put almost all your company's profits into the illusory plan left by your great-grandfather, take the initiative to find outlaws to help you work, cooperate with artificial intelligence just to restart the world line, and everything is just for the younger brother who died a few years ago?"

Jiang Yuanrou didn't go to see him, but just said softly: "This is a crazy world. We can only survive if we keep mad."

A few minutes later, Wen Chen stopped the movement in his hand, and the light blue screen under his palm turned into a dangerous red, and then whispered: "Okay."

Jiang Yuanrou was a little stunned: "So fast?"

Wen Chen nodded: "It is actually just trying to use my hand to release the energy stored in it, but I modified the program to force the false assurance it made to you at the beginning to be turned into reality, so the time and space jump will begin in one minute."

As soon as he finished speaking, the countdown on the small screen began to flash:

【00:59】

It seemed that something was turbulent in the air. Through the slightly blurry screen, you could see that there were pitch black particles gathering.

Wen Chen looked at Jiang Yuanrou and suddenly said without warning: "The rules of the universe are fixed and conservative, and fate will always go on the established path contrary to its wishes, such as a destined encounter or a destined death. Although we can find a possibility of turning around in the cracks, all the results will have to be paid."

Conservation.

Jiang Yuanrou seemed to understand something: "If my brother comes alive, does it mean... someone must die on his behalf?"

Wen Chen didn't say anything.

Jiang Yuanrou smiled with relief: "I'm very happy."

【00:32】

At this moment, the whole room suddenly began to shake violently. The red light symbolizing danger lit up in the entire open laboratory with a harsh alarm. The metal walls made a giggle that seemed to be overwhelmed. The air seemed to roll with the fluctuations of unknown energy, and it showed almost high temperature rolls and patterns under the camera. Wen Chen's eyes became solemn:

“It’s resisting.”

The friction sound from the walls seemed more and more harsh, almost making people suspicious that the steel bars and cement columns that supported the entire room would collapse without warning in the next second. The red light flashed more and more urgently. A dull sound sounded outside the door, as if the sound of bullets hitting the metal door panel.

Jiang Yuanrou had to raise her voice to prevent her words from being covered by noisy voices:

"What?!"

Wen Chen lowered his head and stared at the narrow screen in front of him, his fingers jumped quickly on it, cursing in a low voice, and then continued: "It seems that the military has reduced the burden on its original program for more efficient energy extraction. The part it controls by the original code has become less than I expected. It is now using the energy it stores itself to try to break free from the program I set before and is trying to anti-black into my system."

The walls began to crack, and the hideous cracks like black scars lay on the silver-white wall like centipedes. The walls and ceiling on both sides seemed to be slightly distorted. The whole room was filled with disaster-like light and shadow. Something in the air was slowly solidifying, floating in the air like mist or ashes. As the air fluctuated, they became more and more, from dispersion to concentrated, and eventually turned into black and viscous gel-like substances, and then pulled and fell to the ground by gravity, and was pulled and flowed towards the instruments in the center of the laboratory by invisible forces.

Wen Chen's voice was filled with anxiety: "It began to resist my domination with all its strength."

Broken steel debris fell from mid-air, and the sound of bullets outside the heavy steel gate had disappeared. It seemed that everyone had escaped, leaving only the two of them trapped deep underground.
To be continued...