——AD.2156.5.21——

Normandy, landing cabin.

"Neo's vital signs are gone," Tank said in a dry voice as he looked at the real-time footage of the matrix, "Agent Smith was able to kill someone with one punch?" ”

"It's all my fault...... Neo told me to come back first, I should have refused......" The mouse choked up.

"There's no way he's going to die." Morpheus seems to refuse to believe the facts.

"Look, the 'box' shows that Neo is alive!" On the other side, Trinity's surprised voice immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

At this point, Anderson's real body was lying quietly in the frame, his expression calm, his chest still undulating, and the green light on the outside of the frame that represented "everything is normal" did not switch to the yellow light of "user injured" or the red light of "user dead".

"This ......" The crew looked at each other, completely unaware of what was happening.

"According to the rules of the matrix, if any consciousness connected to the matrix believes that it is dead, then even if it has not suffered any harm, it will die directly, and the current situation is ...... Neo is adamant that he won't die? "The tank's face is full of incredulity.

"That's useless, if you believe that you won't die if you don't die, the relevant skills must have spread long ago, obviously this kind of psychological suggestion is not very useful for a matrix with strict rules and logic." Morpheus shook his head slowly.

"Could it be that the agent's 'castling of the king's rook' is very logical?" Trinity touched the cover on the frame: "I believe that Neo must have broken through the limitations of the matrix with a strong will, wake up, Neo." ”

——？？？ ——

[This moment suddenly feels so familiar,]

[Like yesterday and today at the same time.] 】

"A fist of this power isn't enough to bring me—huh?"

Anderson was about to launch a counterattack against Agent Smith from the wall behind him, but the next second, he fell directly to the floor because he had nowhere to borrow his strength, and when he looked up in surprise, he found that the environment around him had changed silently.

This is no longer a dilapidated small hotel corridor, but a circular room that exudes a faint white light as a whole, this room has no entrances and exits, and the four walls are full of "monitors" displaying different contents.

At the other end of the white room, there was a white swivel chair that seemed to be soft and comfortable, and on it sat a silver-haired girl who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old at most.

The girl rested her cheek with one hand and the other on the armrest, her eyes closed, her body slightly undulating, as if she was dozing off, although she couldn't see the color of her pupils because of this, Anderson subconsciously thought that it must be a bright red ruby.

[I know that being hurt is a kind of luck,]

But I can't give myself completely. 】

She wore an ankle-length white nun dress with wide sleeves, a pair of rose-red ribbons embroidered with ornate gold patterns hanging from her shoulders, and a small bright gold crown crooked over her head.

The girl did not react to Anderson's appearance, neither showed any intention of responding to the intruder's attack, nor did she wake up and greet him.

"Uh, hello?" Anderson waited and waited again, and finally couldn't help but take the initiative to say hello to her, but still didn't receive any response.

Could it be that this is the hidden space of the matrix? Did you let yourself die because of that punch from Smith?

No, how could a program that could sustain an entire world be so stupid.

Is there some unknown connection between his actions and the actions of the agents, triggering the preconditions that bring the trigger here?

Anderson began to understand the current situation with the mind of a programmer, but he was still confused.

"Excuse me, are you the master here?"

[As if it was yesterday,]

[But yesterday is very far away,]

[But I can see it when I close my eyes.] 】

"Squeak squeak—"

The girl still didn't respond, but the "displays" on both sides of the circular room were separated, revealing two doors with screens full of technology.

One shows Trinity calling out to Anderson in the frame in the Normandy login capsule, and the other shows Agent Smith dropping Anderson's "body" and turning away in an abandoned hotel, both of which are unusually slow, giving Anderson plenty of time to make decisions.

"This ...... Did I really get killed with one punch? Anderson pondered.

In fact, there is not much difference between these two options, the former should be to return to the Normandy directly after his "death", which can be explained by mental firmness and the special of the savior, while the latter is to "resurrect in place" after his own death, not only does it not make sense, but he also has to fight with Smith before leaving.

"We didn't have to fight the agents to rescue Raven in the first place, the purpose of this trip has been achieved, if we don't get to Zion soon, we will be ......targeted by the Matrix," Anderson said as he walked towards the door representing Normandy.

[Thank you for that,]

【Take my hand,】

[You can still feel the gentleness.] 】

Wait, no.

Just as he was about to push the door, Anderson stopped.

I am now [hoped] to be the savior, and in any case, this title goes further than "can be".

And whether it is one's own hope to become a savior or the hope of others, directly "resurrecting in place" should be more "hopeful" than fleeing in the wilderness.

The most important thing is that that guy used Gatling to sweep himself before, and he was a black tiger who dug out his heart, if he couldn't return the color but fled in embarrassment, what did this savior mean?

As soon as he thought of this, Anderson turned around and walked to another door without hesitation, and in the picture displayed on the screen of that door, Smith had just taken less than two steps, and Macool, who had shot him before, had become a SWAT officer through the "king car casting", and was falling not far away, equipped with a gun, naturally there.

After a moment's thought, Anderson made a plan and pushed the door open.

[It's a pity it's not you,]

[Accompany me to the end,]

[We used to walk together but lost the intersection. 】

【——AD.2156.5.21——】

"Have a good dream, Mr. Anderson."

Agent Smith left Anderson, who had "died", turned and walked towards the hotel stairs, and had only taken three steps when he found Zeid and Gozl standing there struggling with him.

- There is an enemy in the back.

While understanding the meaning of the two men's actions, the back of his heart was also pressed against the cold barrel of a gun, and Anderson's voice came from behind him, which was a little out of breath because of the pain:

"You're having a good dream, Agent Smith."

Bang!