Around her, the clouds on the horizon were changing. Day and night passed, and the starry sky slowly climbed into the sky. The tourists disappeared, and the laughing and frolicking children seemed to return home at this moment. In addition to the sound of the waves, there was the sound of insects chirping, and Murong Yuhua was always sitting beside him.

There was guilt in his eyes, and he said to Gu San for all this, "I deserve it." ”

He sighed, "I could have made it easier for you." ”

"But did you think about this when you started trying to revive me, to use this high-tech means to preserve my mind?"

"I don't have time to think about it...... The slightest hesitation may completely inactivate your brain, and I have to digitize your mind in the shortest possible time to keep the remnants of your brain. ”

Gu San said calmly, "Then you've done your best, haven't you?" ”

"But I know it's not making you happy. Sometimes I even doubt my decision. I want you to live, Sister Gu San, in my thoughts, people like you should live. Although Murong Yuhua has grown into an adult, but in front of this woman, he always feels that he is still a child, and he can't completely make himself look confident, he looked at the nebula and the coast that changed with it, and said, "I don't know...... I don't know if you want to live or not. I don't know if you're willing to continue living in a world of data like this until I'm done assembling your body. These are all fake, and so is all peace. And among these false things, only your emotions are true, your perceptions are true, and the painful memories are true. ”

Gu San looked at the guilty look on the big boy's face in front of her. She watched him slowly raise his hand and cover his face, just as she knew and understood, this Murong Yuhua was also sensitive and too intelligent.

Being overly kind is also easy to think too much.

"But I don't think it's all false. Murong, maybe this is your genius, these data worlds you have created, or rather, dreams, whatever. The people in these worlds are real to me, their emotions, their posture of trying to survive, and I don't feel that the data world you are talking about is 'fake'. The people who live here are interpreting their lives with their emotions all the time. So to me, they're real. Gu San stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist, "They are living beings. Because that's how we live. ”

"But as you said, it was supposed to be a vacation, but it was ruined because of my own technical immaturity. Even before that, I couldn't get in touch with you. I used to think that after all this rebirth, you would one day learn the truth. If you hate me then, I can understand that. I could have made your life easier. I could have let you experience what it was like to live without the zombies and without those disasters. Murong Yuhua followed her outstretched hand, raised his gaze, and looked at her face, "I could have ...... So you don't have to run for 'life' anymore. ”

"But you've already given me a taste of something other than life. You made me see the lives of those people and the meaning of their existence beyond death and killing. ”

Gu San thought of the people she had seen in these virtual worlds, one after another who loved their lives and were willing to work hard for them.

Like An Lian, like Xiao Sui'er.

"You have at least shown me in these experiences why we would rather sacrifice our own lives in exchange for the lives of others. Spending too much time on the battlefield, too long without some leisure in our daily lives, sometimes makes me wonder what we're fighting for. But at least now I see it. The answer is simple, for the past, for the present, for the future. For everyone who wants to live well and continue to live the life they used to have, that's all. ”

"You really don't blame me?"

"Of course, if now that we can get in touch, you can control the storyline of these worlds a little bit, I will be even more moved." As she spoke, she put her hand on Murong Yuhua's shoulder like a good brother, patted him, and signaled that he didn't need to be discouraged, "You might as well tell me how long it took you to design this data world for me." How do I look stranger than the other? ”

Murong Yuhua scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I don't know how to write any stories myself, these are all derived from the mobile phone I picked up when I went to the ground." ”

As he spoke, his hands hovered, and the keyboard instantly appeared under his fingertips, and after a few taps, a transparent electronic screen appeared in front of them, displaying folders one after another.

"This first world comes from this book "Husband Don't Run The Sweet Daughter of the President", the protagonists are Lan Zixi and Murong Yuhua."

"Do you want to see me and turn yourself into Murong Yuhua?"

"Also...... Let's just say that. ”

"That story changed because of me?"

"You shook the original story line, and the protagonist has completely departed from the original setting because of your appearance, so the entire data world has also collapsed. Plus later, in order to save Murong ...... That is, to save me and sacrifice, I urgently activated the data warehouse of the next world. ”

"If your name is not Murong Yuhua, what is your name?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the young man's face, "We don't have a name, just a number." I live in a world where names are a product of a previous abandoned civilization, and numbers are much more concise and easy to understand. ”

"So, what is it?"

“6237。”

Gu San's brows furrowed slightly, "Then you might as well be called Murong Yuhua." ”

"As you first dismantled the world, I found that your mind was able to completely break the flow of metadata that was programmed in its primitive. So on top of that, I imported the second world. Murong Yuhua said, and started again, and the title that appeared this time was "The Warlord of the Republic of China and His Fourteen Aunts".

Gu San looked at the title and squinted his eyes again, "What kind of mobile phone are you picking up?" ”

"We can't ask too much for the works from primitive civilizations, at least they have a very large number of words, and I think we can construct a relatively complete world where your brain can rest and rest. But this second world seems to be collapsing faster than I thought. Murong Yuhua said, throwing the introduction of this book forward, the protagonist has nothing to do with Murong Yuhua at all, it is Zhou Huier and Li Handong's son, Li Shen.

"You killed Li Handong, although Li Handong should have died in the original plot. I didn't know what to do at the time, so I thought...... Rewrote Murong Yuhua into this brand new story. I wonder where exactly this story is headed. ”

"Is that 'Murong Yuhua' who sacrificed himself in the last explosion you, or is it just a piece of data you wrote?"

"I simply didn't have a way to get into the nerve bin before that. It's hard for people who are still alive to be 100% in sync with the data warehouse. It's like I can still communicate with you now, but only in such a confined space. Once I break through this firewall, I have to pop it up right away, or I might die. After explaining such a big string, Murong Yuhua also noticed the impatience in Gu San's eyes, and concluded, "Yes, he is just a piece of data." ”

"So incomparably kind, stubbornly believing in their own heroism, especially inclined to break all authority."

"Deconstructing hegemony and dismantling authority is something I can add to when I write code. You blame me, blame me. I know that this 'self' that I have shaped makes you angry. But in the first world, you impressed me too much. What you did was nothing more than what Murong Yuhua was trying to accomplish in the second world. You, your very being, have completely broken the shackles left by the First Rule. It's amazing to me, and I'm really trying to figure out how the hell you did that. ”

"Do you have a conclusion?"

"A little bit. At least I've identified a little bit from between the two worlds. He sat there, his hands outstretched, and the electronic screens around him appeared one after another, revealing the zombie tide in the two worlds in front of him, "All the data crashes aren't entirely because of you. Sometimes it's also because the protagonist's heart in the data world is shaken. In the first world, the zombie tide appeared in 'me', and Murong Yuhua, who believed that he was the king at the center of the world, finally realized that everything was false, and your memory finally broke through the firewall of that data world and put the zombies into that world. ”

"And in the second world, the protagonist is the 'Li Shen' who was killed by us." Gu San followed his train of thought and analyzed, "So he died, the plague began to spread, and the zombie virus appeared in that world, right?" ”

"That's it."

"Then you tell me now, both worlds are over, can I go back to reality? Or do I still have to continue living in this data world? Keep waiting for the zombies to show up and continue to adventure and battle between worlds after world? ”

"Now that you understand what I said before, I have to tell you something else." Murong Yuhua clasped his hands together, and the translucent screen that was originally flickering in front of him also turned off, "The way I resurrect you is not like a doctor, splicing your body together and treating it. You're not staying here because you've become vegetative and need to be woken up or anything. ”

As he spoke, he opened his hands cautiously little by little, and in the palm of his hand, something was glowing.