Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 218

The endless chill rose from the feet, the fingers holding the iron piece shuddered slightly, and the bare skin was shivering due to the cold. Mo Yi felt his brain was dull and confused, as hard as a rusty hinge, but in chaos It seems as if there is nothing extremely clear--

He turned and touched his back, his fingertips trembling and flustered, as if to catch the last glimmer of hope.

Behind it was empty.

The backpack is gone.

Including the U disk containing the destructive virus in his backpack, all disappeared without a trace.

Mo Yi felt that all the temperature on his body faded away instantly, as if all consciousness had become dull at this moment, but his chaotic brain was suddenly clear. He slowly lifted his pale and cold fingers, and somehow a command appeared in his mind. His dizzy thoughts:

Doomed.

He seemed to hear the fate of the gears twist and twist together.

at this time--

"Da."

The sound really sounded in the ear, Mo Yi looked up a bit dullly, and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw that under the light-colored core floating not far away, the last trace of darkness was swallowed up by the cold and dazzling pale, as if the long chain was broken in an instant, and the thick mist like a living creature broke free from it, slowly The ground condenses into a fuzzy human form.

Mo Yi's eyes widened slightly, as if consciousness returned to his body in an instant. The thin film between him and the outside world was instantly pierced. He truly felt the cold and trembling ... and the shallow joy in his heart.

He subconsciously walked in the direction of the fog, and the next second he realized that the void under his feet had solidified with the steps he had taken. He tried to take a few steps forward, and after finding that he would not fall, Then he ran towards Wen Yan at his fastest speed.

Wen Yan's condition seems worse than before.

His body has not yet been consolidated, only his upper body has regained his human form, and there is still a hazy and scattered mist below his waist.

Mo Yi stopped by his side and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Wen Yan looked up, and some erratic eyes fell on Mo Yi. The cold and silent face showed a depressing tenderness, and his lips twitched a tiny smile. Before he could say anything, his sight was turned to the rear. The huge core suspended in the air attracted.

He froze for a long while, and that kind of shivering state was pulled away from him instantly, and the light gray eyes stared coldly at the core of mid-air, like the rocky corners and coldness, glowing with inorganic luster.

Wen Yan's body gradually gathered, and the outline from shoulder to foot appeared clearly in a pale background.

He turned to look at Mo Yi who stood aside, his voice soft and low:

"I thought--"

His voice froze slightly, and he stopped halfway.

Mo Yi looked into Wen Yan's eyes a little puzzled, but unexpectedly caught a trace of depressed sadness.

The sorrow spread from his sunken eyes, like a deep dark sea infiltrating his features, his expression, with a wet despair expression:

"……Sorry."

Mo Yi froze. He felt that his brain was occupied by many things he had never known before. Chaos made his temples swell and ache. He frowned and asked:

"Why are you ..."

Before he could finish speaking, I saw Wen Xi came forward, his cold fingers gathered around his jawbone, and his soft, temperatureless lips pressed to his lips, sealing his unfinished words back.

The cold, glacier-like breath slowly entered the place where the two lips and teeth meet.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi only felt a sudden spin, the pale background in front of him was covered by darkness, and the pain of the temple suddenly became more severe, almost to the point of making him intolerable. He was floating in a dark space, but instead of reaching out his fingers, he was floating a few shining particles to illuminate his vision.

The pale core hanging in the air was gone, the white background covering the sight was gone, and Wen Yan, who was standing in front of him, was gone, replaced by a few huge fragments floating in midair.

Glimmering shimmers, spinning quietly in the darkness of the starry sea, like broken glass.

Mo Yi moved closer to his nearest shard, and narrowed his eyes to look inward. Vaguely, he seemed to see a small figure moving in it.

Do not know why, he knew the answer immediately.

This is ... memory.

The shimmering shard seemed to attract his body and mind firmly with some weird magic, and the bright mirror reflected his blurred side face, making him almost unclear whether it was a reflection or a solid image in the shard .

Mo Yi reached out his hand subconsciously, touching his fingertips to the edge of the debris.

Cold, but not cold, like the first snow melting at the fingertips, or a breeze blowing across the skin.

It was as if a huge curtain had fallen, and it was covered with heavy darkness in front of it, and no light could be seen.

But there seemed to be a faint sound in the ear, a subtle hum of the machine, and a whisper of someone.

Mo Yi's consciousness curled up in the darkness, as if he were in it, as if just watching.

Immediately afterwards, a clear voice sounded in the darkness, and it was almost impossible to tell where it came from:

"Voice detection-done."

This sound ... seems familiar?

Mo Yi frowned, before waiting for his unclear brain to figure it out, he just felt that the light in the darkness suddenly lit up, stinging his eyes, and he followed the light.

I saw the space in front of me as if framed by some kind of barrier, as if he was looking out of a dark box.

The man outside the box ...

It was himself.

He had glasses on the bridge of his nose, a bald pencil between his slender fingers, and was writing down in his notebook with his head down, wearing a light-colored shirt that he had accidentally lost a few years ago, Faces look familiar and unfamiliar.

He stopped, raised his head, and the dark eyes shot a quick and sharp glance from the lens covering the eyes.

Soon, he lowered his head again, whispering, while writing something:

"Voice detection-done."

The next second, he clamped the pencil inside the notebook and closed it, straightening his waist slightly, and his ten fingers were slightly crossed on the table in front of his eyes. His fingertips were like clustered spires, and his eyes behind the lens carefully examined the things in front of him , Revealing an imperceptible assessment, then slowly speaking:

"Hello for the first time."

Light green words slowly appeared on the screen that lit in the dark:

【Hello there. 】

The opposite person opened the notebook again, briefly applied two strokes to it, and then quickly raised his head again.

Light green characters reappear on the screen:

【who are you? 】

He seemed to think about it, and then answered cautiously:

[I am your creator, you can call me ONE. 】

The light green word appeared quickly this time, almost appearing on the screen just after his voice fell:

[What is "call"? 】

He answered seriously and patiently: "It means my name, that is, the code name. You can distinguish me from others based on my name."

[So, what do I "call"? 】

Mo Yi saw that his own eyes lit up instantly--

He pursed his lips with excitement and muttered lowly:

"... I'm self-aware, this time is great."

He lowered his head and scribbled a few words on the notebook, then looked up a little bit intently, his pale side face that had not seen the sky for a long time was tinted with light pale blue, reflected in the dark eyes Looking at the morning light outside the window, the next second, he turned his head and looked at him again, half thoughtfully and half thoughtfully:

"Just call me, it means Polaris."

The light green character is unrelenting: [What is Polaris? 】

He seemed to be in deep thought again, waving his hand slowly, frowning and whispering, "... you will know when I get you online."

[What is networking? 】

He froze, not seeming to know how to answer the question, and frowned slightly, staring at the light green words in front of him, and opened his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to realize how irrational he was against the other side, and could not help but pinch his eyebrows helplessly, then lowered his head and smiled slightly. The tired eyebrows behind the lenses softened with the smile.

In the void, the light green icon seemed to flash slightly faster.

In the next second, the black curtain was pulled up instantly, and the deep darkness was enveloped again in front of Mo Yi, and the feeling of turning in the sky struck again, throwing him back into the black night sky with the finely-grained particles before him, the huge piece in front of him. The shards are still shining a little light, among them there are blurred figures flashing.

Mo Yi blinked, staring blankly at the glimmering black sky, and some couldn't react.

So ... Wen Yan is actually, he created it?

And according to the background behind him at that time, the time should be after washing his hands in the golden pot-which year is it?

When did you lose that shirt?

Mo Yi couldn't remember.

His memory has always been beyond ordinary people, but now he can't remember when his shirt was lost ...

A strange sense of incongruity struck instantly, as if a huge hammer was smashed face-to-face. Numerous broken and messy pictures came with instantaneous pain and weightlessness and vertigo falling almost at an altitude, which almost made Mo Yan eyes Venus was hard to breathe, sounds and colors seemed to be weird fragments stuck in his brain, he almost screamed in pain.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi felt as if he was standing in a scene that was about to melt. Not far away was the dark night, the huge computer screen flickered in the thick darkness, and he himself leaned on the computer desk and leaned forward. Working at work, this kind of strange feeling of looking at his back is as if the soul is out of touch.

He stood not far away, watching his body perform mechanical movements.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi saw a dark shadow appearing on his side. This strange feeling made him stiff, and his feet were nailed tightly in place.

He wanted to call but couldn't say anything.

Want to move, but can't move.

Then, something touched his elbow, Mo Yi turned his head suddenly—

Then he realized that instead of standing in the dark and staring at the soul in front, he became a body sitting at his desk typing in front of a computer, and a mug was pushed to his eyes.

The damp, warm water vapor carried the slightly bitter taste of coffee, and it was heavy on the eyelashes.

Mo Yi blinked a little stupidly, reached out and touched the slightly hot outside wall of the cup, and the clear and real touch made him retract his hand instantly.

His gaze fell on the mug.

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

Mo Yi remembered this cup. When he was brought into the glue in reality by Jiang Yuanbai, there was this cup in the illusion he saw ... It is a complete set, one black and one white. Fishes of the opposite color-he did not remember having bought such cups, but they appeared like the shirt without warning, but they seemed to be in that position, logically, logically.

Mo Yi felt his head hurt more.

The dark brown liquid with white foam in the mug seems to be slowly rotating with the sky. The dark black liquid seeps from the surroundings like asphalt, and it has changed everything beyond recognition, and all the scenery around it has turned into Irregular patterns and meaningless color blocks, they melt and deform quickly, like a huge twisted mouth slowly opening, moving closer to Mo Yi.

He stepped back subconsciously, but suddenly made a slap.

Mo Yi's pupils tightened slightly, cold sweat dripped from his body, and he shivered from head to toe. He looked around himself, but he didn't know when he would return to the black space with a little bit of starlight. Rotating and shining in the air quietly, even the slightest light can faintly irritate Mo's eyes.

He pressed his scalp forehead firmly with the icy shivering palm, exhaling a long, trembling breath, as if something urgent was urging him, forcing him to reach out to the fragment behind him— —

His fingertips touched the nearly glassy surface of the shard, and a huge pulling force instantly drew him into it. The thick darkness was like a sudden rising tide, which drowned him instantly.

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

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

The white screen was blown by the wind outside the window, and a little bit of sun shattered on the soft linen cushion of the sofa, changing its shape as the screen moved.

Everything seemed familiar, but it was different everywhere. Mo Yi took a moment to recognize that this was where he was now.

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

The perspective in front of the eyes suddenly dropped, a pair of skeleton-made arms appeared in the field of vision, the palms covered with artificial skin at the front end extended, and the stiff fingers gently smoothed the wrinkles on the sofa, and the ears could hear The chirping sound of the breeze and the sound of the keyboard banging away as if from a distant place are almost lethargic.

Mo Yi tried to turn his head to look at the decorative cabinet at the side and rear-in the habit of putting the calendar on it-

He was eager to know the current date.

However, the body is completely irresistible like cold stones. The consciousness seems to be imprisoned in it, and it is separated from the outside by a thick wall. He can only see the blurred edge of the corner of the cabinet through a limited perspective. The possibility of the calendar above was not recognized.

Mo Yi was a little discouraged.

Just then, he heard a soft knock on the door, which suddenly broke the quiet peace in the room.

"Well."

After just three beeps, he stopped politely, as if confident that he would not be ignored by accident.

The keyboard taps in the room stopped.

Her metal body turned around consciously and walked into the room-it might not be appropriate to say that because Mo Yi clearly heard the sound of metal wheels running across the ground.

The door in the bedroom closed behind, and the narrow, restricted perspective stayed on the light yellow wooden door.

Through the door panel, Mo Yi heard footsteps crossing the living room, and the door opened slightly.

Unrecognizable whispered voice is not a very high-end sound catcher. The sound is almost a buzzing noise. Even if you try hard to listen, you can't tell what the outside people are saying. After a few minutes, the buzzing The whispers stopped, but the sound of the door closing closed did not appear.

The thin door panel separates two completely different spaces. The outside time seems to be completely frozen, leaving the silence that is almost deadly still spreading.

The angle of view seemed to tremble slightly, and Mo Guang's Yu Guang saw the artificial palm connected to the metal arm gently pressing the door panel, and carefully and carefully pulled the door silently through a small gap. A corner of the living room appeared in the sight range Inside, another own back appears at the edge of the picture, the pale palms are pressed tightly against the tan door, the cyan blood vessels can be seen faintly on the back of the hands, and the white fingertips are fastened, as if in the Restraint.

Mo Yi is familiar with her body language.

That's tight and precautionary.

angry.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that he was leaning a little sideways, and a familiar figure came in through the open door.

The petite figure is covered in a thin coat, and the fluffy brown curly hair is cut into delicate hair curls and hangs on the slender shoulders. The eyes with the same color look soft and bookish.

Mo Yi's heart tightened suddenly, and a sharp and painful sensation slammed into his chest, as if something was coming out.

She looked around at the decoration in the room calmly, then narrowed her eyes to look at Mo Yi standing at the door, half earnestly and half smiled and said:

"I honestly didn't expect it ..."

Although he could not feel any outside temperature, Mo Yi was still able to feel the cold chill infiltrating the bone marrow, and he quietly connected in his heart:

ONE would be-"ONE would be ..."

This-"This ..."

Where is the handsome guy? "Where is the handsome guy."

The words in my heart coincide with the soft female voice in my ear, twisting into the same deafening roar, the brown-yellow door panel in front of me looks like a huge wall that is oppressed in an instant, and the vertigo like a mountain is hitting, like everything in my ear The sounds went away in an instant. It may be a few seconds or centuries.

The white noise in Mo Yi's ears finally slowly weakened until it disappeared, and the external sound penetrated the film into the mind blurringly.

That was his own voice.

Mo Yi paused for a long time before finally putting together the sound in the chaotic minds. The practical meaning:

It turned out that he was asking himself: "... Why are you looking for me on this project?"

Jiang Yuan softly folded his open placket and sat down gracefully. The uninvited leisurely look was almost boring-exactly the same as Mo Yi remembered.

She frowned, her complexion becoming more distressed, and she seemed a little bit troubled: "Well ... how to say, we encountered some problems in some key areas, so we need your technical help very much."

"Which domain?"

His voice sounded indifferent and alert, and it seemed a bit distorted across the door panel, but Mo Yi was able to hear a slight interest in it.

"The field of artificial intelligence."

Jiang Yuanrou raised his head and stared at Mo Yi standing not far away, slowly saying, "Our current technology has been able to bring together a huge sea of ​​data, and even complete the connection from the electronic magnetic field to the biological magnetic field. Transformation, but intelligence that is sufficient to handle such a huge amount of data is a difficult problem for our experts to overcome. Only when it is sufficient to reach the level of machines beyond the field of human intelligence can we complete our vision ... "

Her own voice interrupted her again:

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

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

"This paper has been completely deleted in the current journal due to ethical controversy, but we still found a copy of it in the Deep Web. Although it was published anonymously ... but according to the popular saying circulating in the Deep Web, This is a masterpiece of Hacker One. "

The sound of paper friction sounded in the room. Jiang Yuanrou watched Mo Yi standing not far and looking down, and continued slowly:

"I showed this to our experts. They said that although it was written fifteen years ago, some of the theories are still very advanced until now. "If we really carry out in-depth development and research in this direction, the blueprint in our imagination is likely to be more than just empty talk."

Jiang Yuanrou twisted his eyebrows without any trace: "But ... they said that it would take at least 20 years of trial and modeling to complete."

Mo Yi has now turned the article in his hand, closed it and re-submitted it to Jiang Yuanrou:

"So ... you think of me?"

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

She paused and continued: "So we are lucky to cross-reference and search in the huge data sea of ​​our semi-finished products-of course, purely manual, and this workload almost tortures all my staff It took me seven months to sort out the possible objects-but really, you are too hard to find. If it is not for the needs of simulating human skin and bioelectricity, our search will be greatly narrowed, otherwise we may I ca n’t track you in my life ... ”

Jiang Yuanrou smiled slightly and said, "But ... since you have a need in this area, then you must have not given up this field, or ... have already made a breakthrough?"

Her keen brown eyes glanced towards the slightly open door-although Mo Yi knew she would not be able to look in here, she could not help but shrink slightly.

Standing in the living room, instead of answering this question directly, he tapped on the cabinet next to him with his knuckles and made a careless clatter:

"The amount of access to such terrible data, the direct authority to collect it, and the amount of human and financial investment ..."

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

"It is absolutely impossible to reach this level simply by exhausting the entire enterprise, so ... the government?"

There is a subtle play in his voice: "Such a large database means government surveillance, which is an illegal encroachment on the privacy of citizens, and the artificial intelligence you asked me to conduct research is human morally from the beginning of this century internationally The forbidden field ... If it is exposed, I don't care, after all, I was a notorious hacker, but ... whether it is the government or your business, I am afraid it will be overturned by huge public opinion. "

Jiang Yuanrou's exquisite makeup still calmed down, she smiled: "Yes, I'm afraid I will be launched as a victim and scapegoat of the whole project. Even so, the government's credibility will be greatly lost ... but, You wouldn't do that, would you? "

The quietness of the living room seemed to hear the sound of a breeze blowing the curtains.

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

"You want to see it more realized than me, don't you? Otherwise you won't take such a great risk to find bio-electrical applications for military applications. No one can better understand the military's surveillance and How strict the control is, no matter how successful the camouflage may be exposed-although not as deep as you know me, but I know you a lot of your things, if you join my project, you may still watch To a lot of old faces that you were familiar with when you were a hacker-with your crazy level of obsession with your ideas, you will achieve your goals at all costs-"

Jiang Yuanrou said slowly: "You should be familiar with the biological projects under the Jiang family. We are a key secret project in cooperation with the military. Even in the world, it is the top one. If you are willing to join us, I will also Willing to help you in this regard. "

That's all for this.

She picked up her shoulder bag on the sofa, stood up in a sturdy posture, and pinned a silvery-white business card with thin white fingertips.

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

After speaking, she turned and walked out, touching her fingertips in front of the lintel, but was suddenly stopped by Mo Yi's voice:

"how about you?"

"What ...?" Jiang Yuanrou sounded puzzled.

"I know why I'm attached to this, but I don't know why you are so desperate to invest in a project with a return that is far less than a risk ... What's your reason?"

The air was quiet for a moment.

Jiang Yuanrou stood on the spot and didn't answer for a long time. Finally, she said slowly: "It should be easy for you to find my information. It should be easy to find the information of my dead brother."

After speaking, she didn't say a word, and walked out of the room quickly.

The door closed slamming behind Jiang Yuanrou, making a lingering aftershock in the air.

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