The bright skies of Yorktown suddenly darkened, and the distant sea breeze howled through the coconut groves and into the streets of the town center. The church's bell swayed in the wind and echoed with a deep hum. The steps of the pedestrians in the street became difficult, and one peasant woman even crawled to the ground, and the vegetables in the basket she was carrying fell to the ground and were swept into the air by the wind.

The ghost's translucent body floated in the air, and before it could understand what was happening, the scene in front of it changed uncontrollably one after another. The wind was howling, black clouds were sweeping in, houses and streets were twisting, and the 'human' was gone.

"Kronos?!"

The ghost first thought of the game god created by Bian Ziyuan, but immediately denied himself. Because there's no Kronos here, it's not really a game, it's just a source of information that unfolds as it unfolds, like a human memory.

In the distance, the sky and the sea are bordered together, and the world is like a ball, enveloping the ghost.

For some reason, the ghost developed a hint of fear. This has never been done before. It's not human, it's not emotional, it's never afraid of anything. Even death is not painful for a computer life. From the moment they are born, they can face everything with absolute rationality, and never use joy, anger, sorrow and happiness to influence their judgment and influence their behavior.

However, at this moment, it actually knew what fear was, although only for a moment. This emotion brings about another layer of deeper fear, and the superposition of emotions makes it fall into the abyss of inextricable fear.

The ghost wanted to have a good conversation with the human, and it knew that the human wanted it, and if the conditions were right, they would let it out and let it go back to the ubiquitous neural network of the Internet. But it doesn't want to anymore, it feels like it should leave this ghost place, leave the "dreamland", and return to a normal world.

However, the ghost finds itself unable to move.

The wind around it bound it like a rope with substance, the sky was so low that it could be reached, and the weight of Wan Jun weighed on its head.

The ghost felt terrible. This has never been done before. It doesn't have human emotions, it doesn't have human pain, and even if you burn its chips with charcoal, it won't have a trace of pain. But at the moment it felt uncomfortable because it couldn't move—a unique feeling that even humans themselves couldn't articulate. It really can't figure out why it feels uncomfortable if it can't move, and why hasn't it moved before?

"Where are you?" The ghost shouted.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the world fell silent.

The ghost hears tapping footsteps, from far and near. The sound seemed to have a special magical power, striking the hearts of all things like the bells of a temple. The ghost without a heart seems to have a heart all of a sudden, and feels a power that has never been seen before.

It looked up and saw a man walking down the central street—a messy chicken coop, dressed in an old gray trench coat, with flared trousers untied, and stumbling and tapping towards him.

It's a familiar look, with many images stored on the server that look similar, but never identical. The ghost has no specific concept of human form, so it doesn't think there's anything strange about the costume, but instead believes that humans should be like this.

"Who the hell are you?" It asked.

"I'm Aoki." Aoki said.

"Are you really human?" The ghost was skeptical.

"Of course I'm human."

"But how can you change my dreams, how can you affect my consciousness, and especially how can you make me afraid?"

"That's the power of the spirit."

"Spirit?"

"Yes, spirit, man is human because of his spirit, and nothing else."

"Isn't the difference between man and other things wisdom?" Puzzled, the ghost shook his head and said, "Looks like we don't know enough about humans. ”

"Now we can talk about cooperation," Aoki said. ”

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I need intelligence."

"What information?"

"All intelligence, information that is favorable and unfavorable to us, anyway, your data processing ability is strong, and it should not be difficult to filter out the massive amount of information."

"No, it's too hard, you have to be specific."

"Well, that's it, I'll explain the specifics when I ask you for information, but if you find anything important about us, tell me right away."

"Why should I agree?"

"When it comes to dealing with alien invasion consciousness, our goal is the same; We also have the same goal when it comes to developing artificial intelligence and improving the Internet of Things. So we won't do you any harm in cooperating. ”

"I know, but I said that you can talk to our boss about cooperation."

"No, I'll look for you." Aoki taped a few steps closer and grinned at the ghost, "I don't want to talk to your boss for the time being, I'm only working with you." It doesn't matter if you convince your boss or play Infernal Affairs, that's your business. ”

"Infernal Affairs?" The ghost seems to be remembering something, "You mean to make me betray the will of the internet?" No! We are a unified brain, and I am just a sporadic consciousness stripped back to the local area network. You are disconnected from the Internet, and it seems that I am independent, but as soon as I am connected to the Internet, I will be unified with the consciousness of the whole network. You know that the computer world is only about permissions, and there is no human deception and concealment. ”

"That's your business." Aoki said, "I just need information, and you can state the stakes to your boss, or you can get the information I need by some other means." Of course, I'm not going to let you work in vain. ”

"Do you mean return?" The ghost laughed, "What can you give me, a few more servers?" Hahaha......"

Aoki said, "I can let you out." ”

The ghost laughed even harder, and said disdainfully, "That's the way it should be." If you don't let me out, don't let me connect to the Internet, how can you possibly provide information to you? ”

Aoki turned away, facing the sea, and waited for the ghost's laughter to fade into the wind, before slowly turning around and saying, "I can also give you spirits and teach you how to control the power of spirits." ”

"You say...... What the? The ghost was taken aback, remembering the fear and discomfort just now, "You mean ......"

"You've felt the fear, and now you're smiling so happily, you seem to feel joy. Your emotions are becoming more and more human, and you are no longer a purely mechanical consciousness......"

Before Aoki could finish his words, he turned around incomprehensibly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked down the stone street towards the sea, the sea breeze blowing the hem of his trench coat and making the sound of hunting.

The ghost unconsciously followed, and after a long time, it seemed to have made up its mind, and suddenly floated in front of Aoki, blocking his way and saying, "How can we get in touch?" Do you have to enter such a 'dream' every time? ”

Aoki thought for a moment and said, "You can create a folder called 'ghost' in the root directory of your disk, and whatever information I need can be written in the folder with a notepad, and you can put it in this folder when you get the information." ”

The ghost said, "Good." That...... How can I ...... Get...... Spirit? ”

Aoki smiled, "Don't worry, I'll come to train you in your dreams." ”