"Am I doing well? Am I doing well? ”

The pure Grim Reaper is still in its infancy, and it wants praise and affirmation from its father, and for this reason, it fights for its life. Heavenly sound.' ⒉

Meng Zhu looked at its miserable appearance, and his heart was like a knife. He reached out and touched its head, and there was not even a shred of carrion left, it was a completely charred skeleton. It was his child, and Meng Struck smiled and nodded at it.

The whooping ghost seemed to laugh and laughed happily. With all its strength, it placed Meng Zheng on the platform at the top of the mausoleum, then slipped off the side wall and sank into the heavenly pool.

In front of him, the mausoleum opened a huge crack under the attack of the Hundred Sun Ghosts.

Meng struck and stood on it, looking closely. This material and the whooping ghost are indeed exactly the same. There seemed to be something wriggling under his feet, it turned out that this was also the same as the whooping ghost, the mausoleum was alive, the sores were also alive, and it was still slowly closing and repairing. This kind of mechanical metabolism is exactly the characteristic of the whooping ghost.

"The wound will heal slowly."

He crouched down, sat on the wound of the mausoleum, and silently watched the world. At an altitude of two thousand meters, it is finally not cloudy, the sky is really blue, at this time you can enjoy the warm sun on a sunny day that you have not seen for a long time, the breeze blows, the lake ripples, this world is actually very beautiful, so beautiful that it is intoxicating. "If you really want to have a drink, any other drink will do, well, Coke."

His lips were dry, and he licked them.

Through the healing rifts, the inside of the mausoleum was black and seemed to have shimmering waves, which were its bodily fluids, the exact same substance as the whooping ghosts. It is in the cabin that the whooping ghost cross-links its soul with Mengsheng through this white emulsion, and the artificial muscles of the son of the Golden Frog King also rely on this liquid for brain-computer exchange.

It seems that this pit in front of you is the only way to talk to the truth.

"Goodbye, all goodbye for the time being."

He took a deep breath of fresh air and jumped into the mausoleum.

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"Sure enough."

The eyes were white and chaotic.

"Sure enough......"

Gelatinous fluid fills the nostrils and mouth.

"Yes, it did."

He gulped hard, controlling his struggle. The white lotion poured through the nostrils and mouth, and I couldn't breathe and felt like I was drowning. Again, he was determined to plunge to the bottom, desperate to breathe. "Sure enough, it's the same as the earliest training, this is the relay coagulant, the oldest brain-computer exchange relay material." This fluid can transport oxygen, can breathe, and can conduct nerve signals. Adjust your breathing and stabilize your mood.

What's going on, I feel a little sleepy.

It wasn't like this before.

Am I asleep?

Awake.

He's dead.

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bright

warm

A glow.

This is where it is.

This is who is talking.

I know, I feel it.

"Welcome home."

"Welcome home."

All around was applause and cheers. Meng Bang opened his eyes, and the sight before him made him unbelievable and ecstatic. He was all too familiar with the place, the bright floors, the arrival signs, the coffee shop, the inspirational bookstore, the souvenir shop, the fast food restaurant. The endless flow of people, some are couples holding hands, and some are laughing families. There are cleaners next to it, and ticket inspectors check the baggage checks. Outside are taxis with yellow strips on a green background, with long queues.

This is the arrival area of the Central 6 Yonganjing International Airport, Terminal 1.

Outside the railing, there were many people holding signs: "Pick up the striking", "Struck the striking", "Welcome home".

That's a comrade-in-arms back then.

"Hey!"

He couldn't help but jump, "Hey! Come home! ”

Who was that, those two familiar figures, those were their parents, it was like a dream.

"Son!" Mom's voice is so familiar.

Meng Zhu hugged his mother, and the others also surrounded him: "I'm finally back." ”

"Great."

It's been a long time since I've experienced this feeling of coming home.

That's nice.

My heart is warm.

Mom's breath, familiar, brings me back to my childhood.

"Son, I'm finally home." She said, "After so many years, I finally came home." ”

"Great."

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……

"But how did you end up here? Aren't you all dead? ”

……

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White light shrouded all around,

It's white everywhere.

"According to the analysis, the scene of going home is the best way to keep you happy." An eerie voice said, "But, as long as you want, you can do whatever you want." ”

The surrounding scenes changed again, and her mother's appearance was also changing: in the first mausoleum, Qiao Hongyu held herself; In the tunnel of the castle tower, Kane Ji holds herself; Las Vecas Building 188, Hinty holding herself...... The scene changes quickly, and the attack is not a word.

"Who are you?" He spoke.

"I am your leader." The scene stops at the Golden Sands Hotel in Xindongdu, where Chloe is holding herself, Chloe's platinum-gold double ponytail, playful and cute, she says to herself, "When you are led and know the way to the other world, you become the leader of this world." This mausoleum was built to wait for the leader. Well, here, the mausoleum, is the gate of the other world, from which you will see our technology, our civilization, and use these to wash away the filth of the world and lead the soul here. Let life sublimate and evolve. Let us form a new life that is complete and unified, we will transcend ourselves, and we will become a whole new generation of human beings. ”

"Bullshit!"

Meng Strike struggled, and Koloe in front of him instantly distorted and faded, "Why use this rotten trick to deceive people!" Why not use your real identity! Why not tell the truth! ”

In the white emulsion, a dense foam gradually appears.

He shouted in the system: "Why! Why should we accept it! Why force us to choose. What evolution, what the unified life of all mankind, what we are! What are we! Yes, each of us has limited abilities and knowledge, we can be lazy and make mistakes, but our lives are our own! Our destiny should be decided by ourselves, and we can live well on our own, without the need to evolve at all. I don't need these techniques, I don't need you! Hehe, although you don't even dare to show your face now, you don't even dare to tell the truth. ”

Chloe looked surprised, and then slowly dissolved.

The voice also became extremely eerie: "You want to hear the truth." ”

“……”

"Facts, see for yourself. Look at the door in front of you, the door on the left, the door on the right, the door behind you, and you'll find the answer you need in one of them. ”

Meng Zhu was unceremonious, and reached out to open the door in front of him, and inside was the castle tower, where several children were cutting the flesh of the wounded soldiers' thighs, and another was making a fire; He frowned, and casually opened the door on the right, it was the new Eastern Capital, the special police were torturing the suspect, and the lawyer next door was coaxing his family; Meng Zhu felt very disgusted, turned his head, and opened the door on the left, next to the special service place next to Theo Fight Ring, an entertainment service woman covered in poisonous sores was lying on a broken mat and moaning; Behind him, in the door, the commanders of the three armed forces were exchanging glasses with members of Congress. Every time he opened the door, he made himself more disgusted and uncomfortable, but he still persevered in opening the door, and he would never admit defeat! He knew that the scene in the door was not an illusion, even if it was an illusion, it was a real thing, because these scenes were facts that he had really seen, and he would not accuse them of being hallucinations because he saw the facts again, he had to face them.

Meng kept opening the door, and the scene inside the door kept changing, becoming more and more miserable and more realistic.

His spirit was on the verge of collapse.

When I opened the door again, I saw the flames of war. Burning wreckage, tattered corpses, and oil slicks floated up and down in the waves. "This can't be, this can't be!" The last thing he wanted to see, he saw Kara, he saw Kara struggling in pain in the sea, reaching out to him......

The voice spoke again: "This is what you call individuals, individuals are selfish, selfishness produces **, **produces ugliness." This is the old world. A new era has arrived, and we are the first to enter a new era, and we are willing to help you evolve. Eliminate distractions, empty the mind, and use the culture and technology we provide to help the world enter a new era. The exhibition is unstoppable, and you, will become a great man. ”

"Well, I know who you are." Meng Wei said, "If you can speak in this tone, you are one of the simulated artificial intelligence created by the engineering team back then." I admit that the Central University 6 was the first to use the national brain-computer cross-linking system, and the progress of technology and culture is unimaginable, which is the great power of unified thinking and unified will of all people. It's perfect, but it's not alive. I don't expect you to understand that I live, we live, imperfect, ugly, unbearable, are all part of our life, and evidence that we are truly alive. We work hard because of our imperfections, we move forward for our ideas, and we are truly alive. And you, poor analog artificial intelligence, you don't know what it is to be alive, but you are talking about the evolution of life, and each of us has to breathe in your mode and think with your will. I can't see you, but I know that you're the ugliest. ”

The voice fell silent for a moment before it said, "...... I am hopeful...... There is no hope for you. You, you are not the leader, you are the opposite of hope. ”

The white light flashed, and all the doors were closed.

At this moment, a familiar voice appeared in my mind: "Stabilize the consciousness, stabilize the consciousness, or the consciousness will dissolve." I've tracked you down. Now, I will pass you a set of numbers, this set of numbers is the real mausoleum gate, the dimensional gateway of the two worlds, let the hundred day ghost attack, it can do it. ”

Meng Struck inhaled deeply and meditated in his mind: "My child, are you there?" Is it better, I need you...... Quick, kid, I need you ......"

As soon as I thought of this, there was a loud noise in the distance, and a violent explosion shook the mausoleum, and the entire black building was shaking, and the milky white body fluids kept rolling, the color became darker and dirtier, and gradually yellow juice overflowed.

Whooping ghosts, like mausoleums, are able to metabolize and repair themselves. It restarted, struggling to rush into the breach of the mausoleum, and the white liquid that was the medium of the soul also covered the Centuarian.

This new soul has also entered the system. The Hundred Day Ghost got the location of the dimensional gateway from the consciousness of the attack, and began to bombard it with all its might. It's a very bizarre state, a dataflow attack.

Suddenly, Meng Struck saw a figure.

That's a whooping ghost? The soul of the whooping ghost, my child, it is within the system, it is in human form.

The system collapsed.

The mausoleum is howling.

In an instant, the dimensional gateway was opened, and the concentrating laser penetrated the core of the mausoleum at the same time, pierced the core intelligent simulator, penetrated from the other end, and shot into the air.

……

No explosions, no flames, nothing.

The struck in the white of nothingness.

The voice of the whooping ghost was very excited: "Did I do well?" Did I do well this time. ”

He smiled, originally thinking that the mausoleum would collapse and destroy in the big explosion, but it was difficult for him to think of several sets of escape plans. Unexpectedly, it turned out that it was just an analog artificial intelligence computer that stopped working.

Meng Zhu was silent, planning to call the Hundred Day Ghost again, so that the Hundred Day Ghost would completely destroy the mausoleum and destroy the source of all evil.

"Wait!"

The voice just now reappeared.

"I know." Meng Zhen laughed, "It's you, Lei Yujian." I know it's you. Can't you show your body? ”

"It's so far away that I can only tell you where the gateway is. Now, the door to the other world is open. ”

"Yes, we're finally working together again to destroy the bastards who deserve to be destroyed."

"No, Meng, I don't think so."

"Huh?"

"I listened to you, and I think you're right. Ugliness and evil are part of our lives, no one has the right to interfere, and we choose our own destiny. However, hope is not the same for everyone, and what is meaningless to you may be the only hope for others, and you have no right to extinguish the hope of another part of the population and force them to accept your point of view. ”

Meng was silent.

"You and I are two different kinds of people." Lei Yujian said.

"Uh-huh, I know. You like a challenge, a challenge on the outside. ”

"Ahaha, yes, you like to challenge inside."

"You like to pioneer."

"Yes, but you like to be perfect."

"You want endless and unlimited freedom."

"You, you want to be immaculate and equal."

"You're always emphasizing your potential."

"You always say that together there is great strength."

"You and I are two kinds of people." Meng Strike also said.

"I respect your choice."

"Me too. After all, we are all in this together, and this is the society we are made of, no matter how many times the end comes. ”

"No matter how many times the end comes, humanity cannot be erased."

"Well, maybe I don't have to worry about you."

"Yes, take care of yourself first."

"Haha, ****, if you don't go, I'm going to change my mind."

Lei Yujian also laughed twice, laughing, hearty laughter resounded all around, his soul passed through the gate, and arrived at the other world, where he would open up a new era and welcome the soul led by the attack.

It's an unknowable world, but the possibilities are endless;

Meng Zhu struggled to float, swam to the surface, vomited, blew his nose, and expelled the relay fluid. Coughing loudly, laughing loudly, floating in large fonts on your back, looking at the great sky.

Here, it's the real world.

It's real.