People must be afraid of the dark.

Man is a diurnal animal, and his senses are specialized for the day. At night, there are too many hunters [such as the many nocturnal feline killers] who can kill them in an instant. Ancient ancestors had to rely on fire and crowds to protect themselves.

People who are afraid of the dark will instinctively lean near the fire in the middle of the night.

And those who are not afraid of the black have a much smaller probability of inheriting their "not afraid of the black" related genes.

It is not the darkness that humans are afraid of, but the "loss of perception of their surroundings".

When humans lack information about their surroundings, they think they are faced with things or circumstances that they cannot overcome, that they cannot control, that they cannot know. At this time, he instinctively thinks of death, life-threatening things or circumstances.

For an ancient man, he had to learn to associate "a clump of swaying grass" with "a tiger lying in ambush in the grass". This association may be nine times out of ten when it is scaring yourself. But once that primitive man was allowed to avoid predators, then he was more likely to be the ancestor of modern man.

This is a set of mechanisms that have been embedded in the amygdala.

When trapped in the dark, humans feel fear, followed by a faster heartbeat, an increase in body temperature, and adrenaline – the body preparing for the flight. Sometimes, though, this will speed up the drain of stamina and reduce the chances of the trapped being rescued. But the human body, after all, was designed for gathering and hunting on the savannah, and natural selection would not take into account that tens of thousands of years from now modern humans would need to go down mines or be trapped in elevators.

Of course, this is the age of the natural man.

But even if the transformation rate is full, humans still can't escape this curse.

As long as a person's prosthetic eyes, prosthetic ears, and network cards are all forcibly offline, then this transformed person will also fall into great fear, and even madness.

But after all, human beings have the ability to overcome instincts.

Zheng Lunneo's consciousness wandered in the darkness.

Decades ago, when he was treated like this for the first time, he almost collapsed.

After that, Dr. Hu told him that if he still wanted to live here, he would continue to endure this kind of thing all the time. All of them bear the imprint of sin. If you dare to escape, you will be pursued by the Rangers. Even if you search for relevant information on the Internet, you may be overwhelmed by the asylum seeker rushing into your home...... No, maybe what you learn on the Internet later is a "customized" version of your wrong knowledge, the kind that can kill you at a critical moment.

King Agni had such powers.

self-determination, gambling and fleeing into the rivers and lakes, or...... Go on and live and endure things like this again and again.

From that day on, Zheng Lunnaio made a choice.

He often borrowed the interface of "meditation" and asked his disciples to help him unplug the chip. He often thinks in this state.

Gradually, he even realized the difference in "touch" between "thinking with a hard disk" and "thinking without a hard disk", and gradually learned how to avoid the brain area directly connected to the output device, and how to avoid his own thinking being captured.

Zheng Lunneo didn't know, in fact, he inadvertently rediscovered one of the "origins of internal strength".

Internal power was not suddenly invented by the ancestor of internal strength. Before the birth of Neigong, many geeks consciously used implantable devices to exercise their programming skills. It was as if countless tributaries converged into a great river, and the result became a technology that shook the world.

And there is a certain probability that those who have no foundation will rediscover these early techniques in the midst of brutal meditation training. In a sense, this can be regarded as "God-given kung fu".

But this kind of "reinventing the wheel" is of little significance to the master of internal strength. The crude internal forces born in the early meditation methods were far inferior to the training methods that had been refined by scientific thinking.

For Zheng Lunnaio, this is just right.

After being hacked, the real internal strength will instinctively fight back. This is easy to detect.

However, hacking technology itself is difficult to apply in ordinary life and production scenarios. Those who master this technology will be tacitly considered a potential rebel.

Zheng Lunnaio does not have the nerve activity of a regular internal practitioner. Even King Agni's students didn't notice that this guy could circumvent his control to a certain extent.

But Zheng Lunneo is not completely immune to the darkness.

He just uses memories to evoke the past.

In the eyes of the instrument, this is a nerve impulse similar to dreaming. Maybe this guy has been scared to the core.

Zheng Lunneo can only consolidate his mind over and over again in his memories.

- I must be more ......

The story begins with several huge fireballs falling from the sky. The hundred-meter-tall steel structure is actually a landing module, and the huge shock-absorbing structure is just to protect the drone army inside. Tens of thousands of drones...... Drones, which may have nuclear batteries inside, detached from those landing pods like floating dust and began to surround the city.

The landing module also emits a silvery mist. It was an aerosol that interlaced "iron blooms". The drone emits a powerful magnetic field that pulls the spread of these aerosols.

Panic began to spread. There were a lot of people trying to escape the city. But they were quickly shot by the weapons carried by the drone swarm.

This kind of slaughter is indiscriminate.

There are some Protectors and Knights who want to leave the city with their flying machines.

But their aircraft either fell inexplicably in mid-air, or were killed by the "line of fire" that fell from the sky.

According to King Agni, the "Suspected Mountain Seeker" may be anywhere, possibly disguised as any individual. He may even be a master at manipulating warships for his lord, the brain attached to the aircraft.

He won't let anyone go.

- I need ...... Guts......

That was a few decades ago.

In the midst of the panic, the lord conveyed the will of King Agni.

No, not at all. For the city's inhabitants, the information is publicly available online.

"Suspected of being a mountain guy" please leave the city and go to a designated place on the wild to die.

Otherwise, King Agni will blow up the city.

The high asylums began to ask the untouchables to wail. They led the people to cry and pray for a knight's help.

"If any of you know that guy...... "the lord pleaded," the lord pleaded, "if you know the clues...... Please find him and plead with him! Save the city! ”

Time is running out. The countdown starts with only a few hours

Some of the people began to run around the streets like crazy. Fear breeds violence, and violence breeds destruction.

Some of the local knights and warriors also took action. They tried to impersonate "Xiangshan".

After all, it is all too common for cyber people to replace their prostheses. King Agni wasn't sure what the other party was like.

But King Agni seems to have a grasp of the individual. Many warriors entered the area covered by the Tiehua, trying to reach the designated location. However, the countdown never ends.

In the midst of this chaos, Zheng Lunnaio also took action.

Although it was only a few years of conversation. Although at that time, "she" may not be the current "him".

But......

Soon, Zheng Lunneo noticed something different in the chaotic streets. Some warriors who were suspected of being gang members were killed by the methods of the page. And judging by the traces on the corpse, the person who did it should be the same.

Zheng Lunneo probably knew that person was in action.

- Is this some kind of self-help?

He even had a vague expectation of it.

After making his way through many alleys, he arrived at the stronghold of a gang. He saw his purpose.

A slender warrior unhurriedly killed a gangster, pulled the storage device from his skull, and then slammed it with a stick, sending the fragments flying into a nearby burning fire. The warrior wore a hood on his head, a cloak, and a scarf - a warm attire that was rare in this era.

Someone had already arrived before him. A prosthetic person...... Using a neutral voice, it is difficult to discern the individual's gender bias in the psyche. He said fiercely: "I'm still doing this...... Still doing this! What's the use? You're going to die! Please, think of another way...... Think of a way! ”

His emotions seemed to be somewhat broken.

"The collective memory compiled by this gang may become the seed of the green forest, and it must be carefully eliminated."

The man leaned on a stick and looked up at the sky: "The 'old friend' over there has given him such a little time, and he can't do anything else." Let's think of it as a little more contribution to the hometown of this life. ”

"But what do you do......" The stranger knelt on the ground: "But what do you do...... You haven't ...... yet Xiangshan, you shouldn't just die here. You are the resurrected mountain, you ......"

"'Xiangshan' has died at least seven times, and there is nothing that should not be dead." Xiang Shan looked at the whiteness of the sky and said, "I am willing to sacrifice my life a thousand times for this world...... It's just a pity that this kind of thing can't be succeeded by dying too much. It looks like this life has indeed come to an end. ”

"But...... But ......"

"Don't be sad, my friend. Just like in the past, 'I' will be reborn......"

"But 'you' is not just 'Xiangshan', you are also yourself!"

Xiang Shan nodded: "That's right, then do me a little favor." ”

He ripped off his hood, scarf, and cloak.

"This is the magnetic core fabric, and the contents inside are several magnetic chains." Xiang Shan said: "I've only thought about it in my life, and it's a pity to lose it." I didn't have time to verify the power, but even from the perspective of 'Xiangshan', it can be called a good concept. If you polish it in battle, it will be optimized to a stronger point. ”

- In this life...... Later...... Yes......

Once again, these keywords made Zheng Lunneo feel pain.