"Gollum...... Gollum ......"

The sound of my stomach made me sigh again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Escaping from the bio farm, my immediate problem was hunger.

When I opened the supply bag and found that the high-energy nutrients and dry food had been blasted away by grenades, I felt the urge to shoot into the sky.

Once upon a time, I vowed never to go hungry again, even if I had less ammo and enough supplies. But in reality, there are thousands of ways for God to make you hungry.

Faced with food shortages, I was once again aware of the bleakness of the future.

Attempts to use the Internet to communicate with Yukiyo failed as expected. Mrs. Wall here is completely cut off from the outside world, even from the Internet. Under physical isolation, even if I have the ability to reach the sky, I can't contact the outside world.

Let's hope they'll wait for me, and if they think I'm dead and leave, in my current condition, even if I succeed in running outside the wall, I will starve to death.

Ben Xiao calmed down and distracted himself by studying the map, but the earth-shattering grunt broke my wishful thinking.

Now the belly is more.

I didn't have a stronghold, and I didn't dare to walk around the base at will, so I found an equipment room for power cables, and the cat was in the corner. The voltage here is extremely high, and a slight fluctuation will cause a strong fluctuation of the electromagnetic signal, so the influence range of Guangyu Network here is very small, and no robot will run here to shake around, and I am safe for the time being.

Look around, unadorned, gray walls. I am a moment of melancholy for a while with a large substation facility that lacks aesthetic sense, there is no food to eat, this is another garbage desert, and more seriously, there are no companions here.

I always feel that I am a poor worm abandoned by fate, and I have not caught up with a few good things, and everything other than death, bad luck, seems to have to go through it all over again. Did I do anything unreasonable in my last life?

The palpitations of my heart caught my heart, and I wanted to cry uncomfortably, but there was no reason to cry, because I chose this kind of life by myself.

I could have fled to the inner solar system with my relatives and friends, avoiding the cruel and fierce battlefield, but I came all the way to Mars, and it can be said that I am to blame for all this.

The brutality of the battlefield was far beyond my imagination, and my psychological quality, ability, etc. were far lower than expected. In such a situation, thank God for being alive, it seems really inappropriate for me to ask for more.

I couldn't cry anymore, and my heart palpitations continued.

It feels so uncomfortable.

Looking for something to distract from it. I pulled up a map of the base from my body-worn terminal. Although this is a map of the maintenance center, which only shows where pipes and cables are going, it is enough for me. I need to find a safe way out.

The regular entrances and exits near the fence are definitely not going to work. My second lady is not so stupid, she must have guessed that we hacked the access control system beforehand. If you have to make an idea from the access control, you will either encounter a higher-level perverted firewall or an armed guard in self-isolation mode.

If you are not in a hurry and have enough time, you can try to enter the system by forced cracking. Maybe it will take a few days, and after careful exploration, it is really possible to control the access control again.

However, in the absence of supplies and hunger, this time-taking approach has to make way for a quick and efficient, but not very safe way. I didn't have time to waste, I really got to the point where I couldn't walk on a hungry stomach, and even if I managed to crack the access control system, how could I escape. Even if you manage to escape, will you be able to hold out until you join your allies?

Now is not the time to grind, you must make a decision immediately.

"Well, the only way to do it is to take the maintenance route. There will be a dangerous lava field passing by, hoping to get out before it is roasted. ”

I'm still hesitating whether to act right away or rest for a few hours and wait for my strength to recover.

Without food, there is only a limit to the amount of physical strength that can be recovered purely by rest. I tend to act now, as it also reduces the likelihood of a new situation arising. I had a bad feeling that Mrs. Wall had a more effective means of dealing with me. It would be nice if they could retreat before they actually get started.

Make up your mind, leave immediately, even if the access exit is soaked in lava flow, I'll break through.

The feeling of palpitations returned.

This time I realized something was wrong.

If the palpitations could be explained by disappointment, frustration, horror, etc., it would be too abnormal now.

Just after deciding what to do next, it can be said that now is the time when morale is high, except for irritability and no other negative emotions, how can you have heart palpitations, and why do you have heart palpitations.

The WAN signal in the substation was very bad, and my connection to the WAN was intermittent. I've found that whenever I'm connected to the internet, I feel palpitations and the amount of data downloaded from the internet increases in an alarming amount.

What's going on? Is there a mistake or something else?

Intermittently, I tried to collect intelligence from other sources, and it was difficult to filter out the massive amount of junk information, and the WAN in front of me was so empty.

"Absolutely abnormal, so abnormal. Why are there no access users? In the busy base of Mrs. Wall, which is comparable to the metropolis, it is simply unthinkable that there is not a single information terminal connected to the Internet. ”

Soon I felt the strange feeling of being scrutinized, like the suffocating oppression of a thousand pairs of eyes staring at you in public.

"It's not good, it's been discovered."

I'm so stupid, I didn't think there would be such a trick. There is one last way for Mrs. Wall to find me, which is to empty the entire Guangyu network, leaving only a few surveillance terminals. At this time, the Internet users who log in again must be the target they are looking for.

I didn't think there was such a way.

It's too late to regret it, they will definitely be able to find it from the information from the access point, and they must be transferred immediately.

The hum of the transformer that filled the space stopped. The noisy surroundings are quiet. At the same time, the lighting of the entire area disappeared, as well as the sounds of the environment from far and near.

When I turned on the perception ability, I found that the power and network in the entire area had been stopped.

The hustle and bustle of the road is replaced by emptiness. All the machines that could move left the place, and all the machines that couldn't stop working.

In an instant, it became a dark ghost.

Damn, they know I'm here. It's a fortified wall for robots, and they've taken away or shut down everything, leaving me with no resources to use.

The palpitations reappeared, and unlike the previous ones, I did feel that the cause of the heartache came from the waves of junk information that flooded into my mind on the WAN.

There is no interference from current pulses, and the network connection is extremely stable.

The sheer amount of data rushed into my brain, and in an instant, I exceeded my limits.

My head was swollen and painful, and I failed to force myself off the Internet. They don't know how to keep me from leaving the internet.

Waves of massive data and information hit my brain. My reaction also went from a splitting headache at first, to a painful pain later. At first it was standing, and as the impact continued, I had to kneel on the ground. After that, I couldn't do anything other than take a big breath.

Are they trying to blow my head out in this way?

I can't believe that I didn't fall in a hail of bullets, but I had to die on the battlefield of numbers.