Founder? Are you human? Or is it a pure artificial intelligence? ”

Leng Mo thinks that this cube man has a lot of secrets, no matter what, he has to try to get the other party to say a few more words and put something out.

Perhaps, there is a good way to fight the living dead.

The cube man didn't move, its square eyes blinked, square pupils appeared, looked at Leng Mo and said, "Hmph, hum!" Since I am the creator of everything, how can I be a humble human being, nor can I be an artificial intelligence. ”

"Oh? The founder does not come out of nowhere, what are you? Leng Mo asked again.

At this time, the body of the blood angel on the left hand side had trembled slightly, not only the mechanical movement, but even the semi-biochemical body had resumed its flow and operation.

Seeing this, he had to buy time even more.

After waking up, the blood angel plus him, there are at least two people, and two against one has a better chance of winning.

Who knows what the hell this block in front of you is?

The pupil of time swept over, and it was densely packed with a kind of memory web, in other words, this cube man was simply a super collection of memory silk threads!

But the question is, how can such an aggregate have a sense of subjectivity?

"Hehehehehe! What I am, I am the Creator, the Creator God! ”

The cube man said meaningless words again, which made Leng Mo very annoyed.

"Wait, you're the creator, but what if you were the one I founded?"

Leng Mo decided to use another method of questioning to avoid the other party from launching an offensive early.

If the memory thread was fully entangled, it would be difficult for him to spare his hands to protect the Blood Angel, and it would be even more difficult to figure out the true origin of this Void City!

"No way, I am who I am, no one created me." Due to the fact that the cube man has just woken up, his memory has not been fully adjusted, and his reply is in a rather chaotic state.

"Then this hall is the one next to me who founded it, right?" Leng Mo deliberately looked at the Blood Angel.

The cubeman was haunted by this strange question, and replied suddenly, "No, this hall is also mine." ”

"It's yours, but not necessarily you founded it, she said she built it, just to put you here, so that you have a chance to wake up, and today she has come to wake you up." Leng Mo continued to use confusing words to disturb the other party's thoughts.

This question really worked.

The cube on the cube man stopped turbulent, as if thinking, and the square pupils dilated and shrunk, falling into deep thought.

It took a full minute for it to sort out its vocabulary and answer, "No, I founded it, she didn't build it, I didn't put the woman here, and the person who woke me up wasn't her, it was you." ”

"I woke you up? Am I not your master? Leng Mo asked with a smile.

"No, the creator god will not have a master, I am the lord of Noah's world, the king of the gods of all worlds, the emperor of the unbounded immortals, no life is above me, all beings will only be subservient to me." The cube man's pupils returned to their normal size, and he waved his block arm to refute Leng Mo, and his tone seemed to be quite angry.

Leng Mo ignored what it said, and instead asked, "But I am the one who woke you up and created you." ”

"Awakening, not creation." The cube man was dizzy by the logic problem again.

"What's the most important step in creating something? That is awakening, when a thing is created, it needs a variety of different parts and equipment, one by one to run in and assemble, and spend a lot of energy to shape, before it can be regarded as the initial completion of what you have in mind, but after the completion of the building, is it called creation? Leng Mo asked with a smile.

"It is said that it is a preliminary creation, and there is no mistake." The cubeman responds.

"So isn't the real creation done the step of awakening? For example, a painter who has worked a lot of hard work when painting, and it may take years and years to complete a near-perfect painting, and the final finishing touch can add soul to that painting, and I am the one who added soul to you, why not the one who created you? Leng Mo turned his logic and created a kind of difficult thinking.

Zizizizi!

Hiss!

The cubemen's bodies fluctuated, and some blocks fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Some blocks disintegrate automatically, turning into clumps of powder.

Countless threads of memory reglued and stretched around the periphery of the cube man, and after dozens of seconds, several blocks were pieced together, and they were restored to a strong cube lifeform again.

Square eyes opened, looked at Leng Mo and said, "You are not a creator. ”

"And you're an outsider?" Leng Mo asked.

"You're all outsiders." The cubeman replied calmly this time.

"Oh? Since it's an outsider, why is something hers? Leng Mo smiled and pointed at the unconscious blood angel.

"What's hers?" Due to the reorganization, some of the Cube people have lost some of their memories.

Leng Mo raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Of course it's her memory, why is her memory in your mind?" Why do you have such a strange creature hiding in this empty city? Whether you are the creator god or not is unknown, but you are a living being who has taken the memories of others, can you be sure? ”

"I... I don't need to take away other people's memories. The cubeman squeaked in response.

"Huh, don't you need it?" Leng Mo showed a sly smile, stretched out his index finger in his right hand, pointed at the cube man's eyes and said, "Then tell me now, why are there countless memories mixed in your brain?" ”

"I have no memories of other living beings." The Cube denied.

"Oh? Why don't I find it out and show it to you? Or let the Blood Angel prove it to you? Leng Mo asked with a slightly happy face.

"That lifeform is called a blood angel? I don't have an impression, and I don't have an impression of you. The cube man didn't have any face, but only Leng Mo could see that the kind of memory light that combed through an unknown number of points of light was circulating rapidly.

As long as the circulation is over, the cube man in front of you is very likely to reach the expected state when it was built, which is very troublesome.

Wait a minute!

Aren't there supposed to be zombies here?

If there is no wrong guess, and the Blood Angel, Nangong Yu and the others have not misestimated, there should be a large number of zombie legions stationed here, and they are all close to the strength of the neon dress!

If you're in danger, you might be able to lure this strange cubeman into destroying the zombies!

Thinking of this, Leng Mo immediately smiled and said, "You forget her, I don't mind, but it's strange if you don't have an impression of me, didn't you just say that the person who woke you up, is it me?" ”

"Awakening does not mean that there is an impression in the brain." The clarity of the cube man's speech is getting higher and higher.

"That's a good point, but since you don't have an impression of me, how can you be sure that you are the creator of everything?" Leng Mo said with a very natural expression, and lifted it with one hand, carrying the unconscious blood angel on his back.

"The memory in my head is creation." The cubeman spoke sensitively, blaming what he had just said in his memory.

"And what if the memory is wrong?" Leng Mo leads the question to where it can be questioned.

"You can't be wrong." The cube man's heart and memory have gradually stabilized, and his reply has become much more stable.

"Well, what if I prove it to you and see your mistake?" Leng Mo finally raised the final question.