At dusk, the sun prepares to set, and half of the sun sinks into the horizon.

Overhead, half of the sky was dark purple, the other half of the sky was golden and red, and the stars hung in the sky shining brightly.

Kemeng stood in front of the convenience store downstairs, looking at the mother and daughter in front of him.

"After all those things, do you still open a store?"

"Those things are over, life has to go on." Chen's mother held her hair and looked at the interior of the convenience store with a complicated face, and the shelves were covered with a layer of dust.

"I don't have an opinion, if the rent is to go at the previous price, just transfer the rent to my account." Kemon didn't care about the small amount of money.

The rent is not zero, because I don't want to make it like Kemon giving alms to others.

People have to be self-respecting, the rent can not be changed, it not only gives dignity, but also gives the other party a buffer time, if there is no money to pay the rent, find the bank to borrow, with the support of Kemon's background, the bank does not dare not lend money to the other party.

"Thank you, Mr. Ke." Mrs. Chan was very grateful, and she was truly grateful for Kemon's help.

Kemeng looked at Chen Momo, I haven't seen her for more than two years, Chen Momo has grown a few centimeters taller, but it is only a few centimeters, and Kemeng's height is still overwhelming her.

Chen Momo wears a capable ponytail, a yellow short-sleeved shirt, and a black robe, which is simple and has a different temperament.

She has been living in the psychotherapy team of the Investigation Bureau for many days recently, and her spirit has slowly returned to normal, but her natural personality in the past has been polished and disappeared by the teachings of the sect organization, and she has become much more stable.

"Amon, I will study on my own in the store, and then I will take the Whale Special University next year." Chen Momo said resolutely.

"Come on." Kemeng didn't know what to say, so he could only cheer.

After a while, the mother and daughter came into the store to clean up and clean up the shelves by the way.

Kemon looked at it for a few seconds, then turned and went upstairs.

……

Wasteland cultivation area.

Kemon took the chip to the Wasteland Research Institute and gave it to the director of the research institute to customize the integrated circuit board based on the quantum chip.

This step is not difficult, and Chemon will also be involved in the design.

There are mature examples in the mind, and the manufacturing progress of the virtual game helmet is fast, and in less than two days, the finished product is officially released.

The finished product is available, but the key game base files are still missing.

Kemon took the USB flash drive, plugged it into the socket of the game box, and then used his brain to recall the code file of the game itself from scratch.

Liu Siting had studied virtual games in a dream, so the entire page of the code had been reproduced in a dream, and Kemeng also wrote it down with the knowledge he learned in the joint dream.

I couldn't remember that much before, but now that my spiritual awareness is high, I naturally write down this game file first.

As a result, the code in the game box is appearing at a rate of tens of thousands of lines per second.

His data USB flash drive can only transmit memory images and sounds.

Kemon made a program for image and text recognition conversion in the game box, and automatically transferred the text in the screen to the program software.

Even so, it took a full ten days for the source code of the game to be fully typed out by Kemon.

It can be seen how big the data of the virtual game itself is, and it is incredibly large.

After resting for half a day, bathing and changing clothes, and having breakfast, I came to the institute.

The researchers did not have permission to test, and after they had been working all night to make up for it, they arrived two hours earlier than Kemon and waited for Kemon to appear.

"Hello Kemen Lord!"

As soon as Kemon entered, the strange-shaped alien looked at Kemon with his head held high and his face full of anticipation.

Kemon walked over to the virtual gaming chair and picked up his black helmet.

The helmet is rounded black on the outside, and has not yet been aesthetically designed, with a research room style, simple and rough, with a large number of thick wires connected to the wires, which are connected to the brainwave real-time monitoring machine, plus the game case.

Inside the helmet there are tiny brain probes that are small, extremely hard, and deep in length, with sharp tips that are sharp enough to penetrate the inside of the brain skull.

"Master Kemen, we need test subjects, well, the cultivation area has not caught anyone back recently, do you want to invite believers to be test subjects?" The director asked.

The director of the wasteland has no human rights in his eyes, only a thirst for knowledge and power, and human life is completely out of his consideration.

"I don't need others to be test subjects, I will experiment myself." Kemon shook his head.

His brain can regenerate at a super speed, and his resistance is so strong that it is harder to stab himself to death than to ascend to the sky.

"Ah, how does this work?" Many people were surprised.

"This is an order, you don't need to find a test subject, just monitor my brainwave data changes for me, I'll check it when I wake up."

Kemon sat in a chair, picked up the virtual game helmet and put it on his head, and mentally controlled the resistance power to make it not resist the invasion of the helmet silver needle, and then put it on his head violently.

The resistance received the order and allowed the silver needles to pierce the scalp, through the flesh of the scalp, into the nerves, and into the skull.

The silver needle material is a special material, and when Kemon increases the penetration force, the silver needle can easily pierce Kemon's skull and pierce the cerebral cortex.

Resistance stood by the whole time and did not respond.

The director of the wasteland was directly stunned, and his body trembled.

The members of the interracial research team also showed timidity, they had never seen such a crazy researcher dare to study the brain with their own bodies.

Kemeng didn't care, and he could still open his eyes to see everyone's expressions.

The calm gaze on his face seemed to say, what is this pain in the wind and rain.

"Awesome!" Someone suddenly spoke up.

The brain is the center of thinking, and if the brain goes wrong, the person is gone.

Some freaks, even if their bodies are gone, can still think with their souls.

But such a freak has to go down a crooked path.

There is not a single person in this room who thinks with the soul instead of the body.

The aliens couldn't help but wonder if Kemon was the kind of person who thought with his soul, and the body was just a temporary carrier.

Kemeng didn't have time to deal with them at this time, Tang Yuan was released early to protect him, and when Kemeng closed his eyes, Tang Yuan's vigilance was raised to the extreme, monitoring all the researchers.

The researcher withdrew his gaze and observed the brainwave changes in the data panel with an enthusiastic gaze.

Let's talk about Kemon there.

After the silver needle is inserted into the brain, a slight electric current flows into the skin of the brain through special modulation, simulating nerve signals, allowing Kemon's brain to simulate a virtual environment according to the signals, and the brain also falls into a state of mental overclocking.

Will it become Cthulhu, or will it become a player, or will it be an ontology travel game?

The answer was not long in coming.

Kemon saw the white interface, and the orange star text transparent frame floated in front of him.

"Welcome to the virtual game 'world'!"

"Please create a character name, choose a gender, and pinch your face......"

Kemon's voice echoed in his head, and he knew that it was the voice of the game itself, not another self speaking in his head.

"It's not a dream to enter the game, I can really create a game character." Kemon looked at the character naming interface in a daze.

Beneath his calm exterior, his heart was turbulent.