However, Wang Dashan failed to break through Mingrui. Perhaps he still needs more resources and further learning to have a chance to reach the top of intelligent evolution and reach the top of the altar.

However, the Skynet phase is a stage that has been theoretically argued to never be reached. Wang Dashan also clearly knows that if you want to become a god, you can't be a human being.

"Sure enough, it can't be done purely by accumulating numbers." Wang Dashan put away his sword and said unsatisfied. There is no rival in the cube world, but the opponent has not disappeared, and there are still a few artificial intelligence that are still surviving on the distant earth.

He sat cross-legged and the world began to slowly stand still. First of all, the wind, as soon as the wind stopped, the flowers and plants no longer trembled, and the birds and beasts also stopped, stiff like statues; Then there is the sky, the sky is still, the clouds hover, and the sun also stands, frozen like a painting; Finally, there is time, time stops, things no longer move and change, and the world stays forever in the here and now, as if God is holding a stopwatch.

Wang Dashan is now the only master of this world, and no matter what he does to this world, there will be no other artificial intelligence to interfere. As a result, he compresses and absorbs the resources of the entire world into his body, leaving only the parts that keep him functioning.

After doing this, he let out a long breath and lay flat on the ground.

"Next up are the humans, and the bastard who thwarted my plans. That guy in particular must be killed! Wang Dashan shouted angrily at the sky.

He endured for a long time to achieve today's status and results. Humanity will use weapons to blow up satellite uniforms in the near future, and he must do something before he does so, or all his efforts will be in vain.

The real war is only now begining.

……

January 28, 2023, the seventh day of the first lunar month.

The Chinese children and grandchildren who are far away in a foreign country have returned to the Chinese New Year and rarely have a phone call with their families. Basically, everyone cried into tears after making a phone call, after all, half a year has passed, and everyone wants to go home for the New Year, but the plane and the airport are still being repaired and can't fly back.

The Chinese people had no choice but to huddle together in the sound of firecrackers, wishing that in the new year, they would no longer have to squat in the dark underground bunkers every day to play games, and that they could run wild on the beaches of Sanya, the alleys of Chengdu, the streets of Shanghai, the squares of Beijing, and other places that could run wild all over the country.

I don't have much to think about the New Year, and I always have a heavy thing on my mind. What Christian said to me on the Golden Gate Bridge hinted at a very grim fact, and I asked the technical department about it, combined with my own combat experience, and finally made some guesses about it.

In order to verify what I was thinking, I decided to take the initiative to ask Christian about it. He caught a bad cold after that drunkenness and didn't recover until yesterday.

I left the dormitory and took a notebook with me to his room.

Christian lives at the other end of the hallway outside my dorm, a little bit away. I walked to the door of his bedroom and saw that only his shoes were on the shoe rack outside, and everyone else was out, so I reached out and knocked on the door with confidence.

"Who is it?" Christian asked inside.

"It's me." I replied through the door.

"Oh, Captain Four, I'll be right here." Christian said.

There was a sound of approaching footsteps in his room, and then the lock opened, and Christian opened the door and asked me, "Is there anything urgent?" ”

Westerners don't welcome uninvited guests, after all, you have to make an appointment to see a doctor, so when I visit him out of the blue, he immediately thinks that there is some urgent notice from the command for me to convey.

"Yes. Can I go in and say it? I agreed.

"Absolutely." He agreed.

I took off my shoes and went into the room. The layout of his bedroom is exactly the same as mine, it is a residence assigned by the Combine Army, but the furnishings are different, and it stands to reason that there should be a sense of familiarity, but I feel inexplicably frightened, as if I have entered a ghost gate.

"Sit down." Christian pulled a chair, then turned around, took a glove from the cupboard next to his bed, put it on his right hand, and continued rummaging through the cupboard.

I didn't sit down and said, "What you said to me last time, I went back and thought about it, and I probably figured it out." I'm coming to you today......"

Before I could finish my sentence, the night in my brain suddenly woke up and desperately grabbed control of my body with me, causing me to feel dizzy. I knew that Sayo didn't want me to continue talking about this matter, but in order to learn more about the truth, I resolutely chose to fight Sayo.

After all, the body is mine, and Xiao Ye immediately fell into the wind. I recovered from my vertigo and took a slight step back to steady myself.

"You idiot!" Xiao Ye scolded in my mind with a crying voice, "Run! ”

I fixed my mind, and I saw Christian pull out a silver pistol from the cabinet!

it!

I was stunned, and Christian pointed his gun at my head. I saw that the safety of the gun was open, even the bullets were loaded, and as soon as he pulled the trigger, I would get a bloody hole in my forehead.

"Christian, don't mess around......" I was so nervous. Being pointed at the head at a gun is no joke, and the slightest carelessness will kill you on the spot.

Xiao Ye was surprisingly calm and said, "Things have taken a turn for the better. If it had been me with a gun, you would have died. ”

Christian's gaze suddenly became glazed, his right hand holding the gun was wearing gloves, and he kept shaking, and his left hand was also shaking, slowly lifting up, lifting to the same height as his right hand, and then changing the gun from his right hand to his left hand.

His right hand is gloved, his left hand is not.

After doing this, his voice was hoarse, as if he was holding back, and shouted at me: "I can't hold on, kill me!" My body has been controlled by that villager named Wang Dashan! ”

What the?! Wang Dashan? The cartographer villager? Isn't he dead?

"Quick, grab the gun!" The sound of the night filled my entire brain.

I was so confused by the sudden situation that I gritted my teeth and handed over control of my body directly to Saya.

Xiao Ye immediately stepped forward, reached out to hold the barrel of the gun, dragged the gun over, took it in his hand, and "slammed" it into Christian's chest with a shot!

I was so frightened that I rushed back to my body, but the loud noise made my ears hurt, and the recoil of the gun nearly dislocated my arm. The shot went straight to the heart, and Christian collapsed in agony, bleeding so much that his shirt was completely stained and flowed all over the place.

"It's over, how did you kill him? Wouldn't it be nice if you snatched his gun? "My heart was half cold. The heart is pierced and Christian is 100% dead.

"He's a puppet, if I don't kill him, he'll kill you sooner or later." Xiao Ye replied calmly.

I fell to my knees, pistol in hand, overwhelmed. Whether it's Christian or me, it's a nightmare to hand over your body to artificial intelligence, and in order to convey the information to me, he has to go to great lengths to snatch his body with Wang Dashan and numb his nerves with alcohol.

I don't know why he was invaded by Wang Dashan and even reduced to his puppet. All I know is that he finally chose to resist and bring vital information back to the Combine.

……

The gunfire alarmed the entire war zone, and I was handcuffed by the security guards and police of the Supervision Department, escorted to the San Francisco Police Department, detained, and the guns confiscated, and the scene was quickly cordoned off.

Christian was confirmed dead. When his parents and two younger sisters learned the news, his mother fainted on the spot, his father's face was like ashes, and the two younger sisters cried heartbreakingly.

Only then did I know that he was the breadwinner of the family, and that his parents' disability expenses, debts, daily expenses, and the tuition fees of his two younger sisters all depended on him to earn by playing games.

In addition to the heart like a knife, the heart is like a knife. Whose fault is this? Who caused the tragedy? It's me? Is it Nightshade? Is it Christian? Or Wang Dashan? Artificial intelligence?

I had nowhere to vent the depression in my heart, and I stared angrily at the bars of the prison.

Over the next 24 hours, I was interrogated four times in a row, recounted more than a dozen incidents, answered N repeated questions, and was strapped to a polygraph to take a polygraph.

Someone from the consulate also came and negotiated with the police department, asking if they could be extradited back to China and hand over the case to the Chinese side for handling. The police department believes that the suspect is suspected of shooting and killing a US citizen, and the case must be handled in the United States.

I expressed my sincere gratitude to the people at the consulate and swore in the direction of the motherland that I was a serious threat to my life at that time, and that the shooting was completely in self-defense, and I hope that it will be dealt with fairly.

Eventually, on the sixth day of detention, the police investigating the case found Christian's fingerprints and DNA on the gun, and combined with the relevant circumstances, the police believed that I might have defended myself. At the same time, with the unremitting efforts of the consulate, the police finally relented and agreed to release on bail, but they were not allowed to return to China and must be on call.

On the seventh day, I finally walked out of the bars. The beginning of spring has passed, today is the Lantern Festival, and it is a festival of reunion, but the day of going home is far away.

These seven days passed like a dream, and I didn't wake up from the dream until I saw the road, the building, and the street lamp.

The sky in San Francisco was overcast, and it was snowing for the first time in a long time. San Francisco has a Mediterranean climate and almost no snow, but in this "coldest winter of the 21st century", it still snowed heavily.

It snowed, but it was warmer, warmer than in prison.

I saw a man standing in the snow, wrapped in a close-fitting black flocked trench coat, with a cashmere hat on his head and a pile of snow on his shoulders, carrying a bag of things. I walked over, helped her pat off the snow, took the bag from her hand, and greeted:

"Miss Han Fuyu, long time no see."

"You...... Alas......" she didn't know what to say, so she had to say, "It's a Lantern Festival in the bag, let's eat it while it's hot." ”

"Thank you, I love you." I took out the insulated box from the bag and opened it to see that it contained a bowl of steaming Lantern Festival, exuding a faint sweet smell.

She coughed dryly, handed me a spoon, and asked, "Are you okay now?" ”

"It's okay, I'm being temporarily identified as legitimate defense." I took the spoon, squatted on the ground, and scooped up a lantern festival, "Didn't anyone else come?" ”

"They're all here, waiting for us at the station."

"Then don't keep them waiting too long."

I was about to eat it, but I saw water falling from the bowl on it, and I thought it was going to be sleet. When he looked up, Han Fuyu had two lines of tears on his face, and he was about to wipe it.

"Eh, don't cry. I thought you wanted to eat too, but your saliva fell out. I quickly stood up, put the spoon back in the bowl, and wiped it off with my hands. It took a wipe to notice that she had rubbed foundation on her face, which was rare.

"I knew you weren't going to kill......" she didn't laugh at me, but cried even more with relief, "You don't kill at all!" I know...... When I first taught you how to use a sword in the game, your hands were soft, and you ...... gently as when you held me Without force, how could it be possible to kill! ”

"Also, don't let others know that I'm crying, I'm only crying in front of you!" She covered her face as she spoke, "I haven't cried since I graduated from elementary school, if you dare to say it, I'll cut you!" ”

"Okay, okay, I'll eat Lantern Festival." I scooped one up and put it in my mouth, "Don't cry, let's eat together, I can't eat so much." ”

She shook her head and said, "I've eaten it." ”

"Stupid, obedient, open your mouth, ah~" I scooped up the second one and brought it to her mouth.

She said no, but her body was very honest and ate obediently.

The two of us squatted on the snow and ate the Lantern Festival in one bite. I can't go home, but it's good, at least for me, where she is, it's home.

Unfortunately, Christian will never return home. In this oriental festival, his home must be full of bitter cold.

Wang Dashan, you wait.

Excuse me, who killed whom in this chapter? (funny)

(End of chapter)