Bartholomew could feel the movement in his body, the collapse of the biochip began to squeeze the blood vessels and lungs of his heart, making it harder and harder for him to breathe, but the doctor could not feel fear, his mind was filled with a great sense of happiness, the secretion of the stress hormone cortisol that caused pain and stress was suppressed, and the endogenous morphine caused the nervous system to fall into a state of mad anesthesia, and at this moment Brandon Bartholomew was the most joyful man on earth, and he couldn't wait to tell the world about it. Just now, he turned on the camera of the terminal through the mobile phone software, and recorded what happened during this time, the changes in his physiological state, and the uplink and downlink network traffic in the log. When the stranger is gone and death finally comes, GTC will surely check the journal he left behind to discover this shocking secret.

"Tell me about the car. Today I saw a lot of cars out there, four wheels, very fast, what are they powered by?magic or steam machinery?" Gilbertnayon wondered, "Don't take me for an uninformed hillbilly, just tell me the truth, I won't be frightened." ”

Bartholomew laughed, coughing up sticky blood clots as he laughed: "It's electricity, and hydrogen fuel cells." Electricity is an energy that can be easily manufactured, transported, and stored, while hydrogen is an element, and hydrogen is a gas, a very light gas, that can be burned to produce heat. ”

"Got it, it's not too difficult to understand, all movement is an expression of energy, this theory is very clearly stated in the theory of magic, the difference is only in the way in which energy is used...... What's wrong with you? Hey, vomiting blood is not a good sign. Gilbertnayon couldn't help but exclaim as he saw the scarlet blood through the doctor's eyes.

Bartholomew forced a smile and said, "I'm fine...... By the way, before you leave, can you show me your strength? I know that if you can come into this world, you must have amazing strength, ahem...... It's a bit too much to ask for, and I know we're not much of a friend......"

The first astrology instructor immediately sent out a positive nerve impulse: "Of course you can, I want to try to do it to what extent." But is your body okay? It's hard to even stand up, the way it looks. ”

"Go ahead and do it. Bartholomew gritted his teeth and staggered to the window, "Just like you did in that world." ”

"As you wish. ”

Gilberto Gilberneon took control of the doctor's body, drawing mysterious patterns on the windowsill with his blood-stained fingers, "I don't know what the rules of the First World are. "But you designed our world based on your own world, and the two worlds are somehow built on the same foundation." What I can do over there......"

The finger drew a delicate spiral, the last Gilberto spiral of the space-time array. “...... There's no reason why you can't do it here!" With the words of the first mentor, the blood star array glowed, and Bartholomew suddenly felt something strange in his body at this moment, his trembling legs suddenly became firm, his flabby muscles tightened, and a stream of heat spread through his limbs and hundreds of bones with his heart as the center, making the dying middle-aged man's body burst with amazing vitality. The monitoring instrument that he wore with him recorded all the data, and the tumor-like black mass changed shape in just ten seconds, and after an astonishing forty generations of cell division, it turned into a spiral-shaped hemikeratin tentacle that rushed around. They penetrate through body membranes, organs, and bones, attacking every plexus, ganglia, and nerve endings, wrapping around the central nervous system, and merging on the surface of neuronal cells in a wonderful way, "crackling...... If you observe with a microscope, you can find that the nervous system with tentacles is flowing with an alarming intensity of pulse signals, the conduction speed of the signal has increased by more than 50 times, if the human nervous system was just a gurgling stream, then the modified nerve is a rolling river, every second there are megabits of signals from the central nervous system, and in an instant to the most distant nerve endings, the electrical signal stimulates the blood flow to accelerate, supplying dozens of times the usual oxygen and glucose to the muscle group, and the fat cells are broken down in large quantities to provide energy to the whole body with free fatty acids。

In these bizarre ten seconds, Brandon Bartholomew's body underwent a earth-shaking transformation, and he obtained a physique that was more suitable for meditation to replenish his mental power, a more powerful instantaneous explosive power, a sharper sense and a more subtle control, which was a gift brought by the biochip entering the third stage. Nerve signal enhancement - entering the ghost zone - the chip begins to change in three stages - the signal continues to increase - the third stage chip transforms the body to adapt - reaches the threshold - completely collapses, this is an irreversible fixed process, Bartholomew groped this pattern from the first test subjects who died, but he never knew that he would receive such a wonderful gift in the last stage of his life, he raised his arms in amazement, feeling something burning and invisible gather in his palm.

Of course, the control of the body still belongs to Gilbernayon. "This is the introductory means of the space-time star array, and the principle is to change the fixed order of space and use the unstable spatial structure to crush the attack target. - Do you see?" The first mentor clasped his palms together and pressed them on the windowsill, and the power of time and space gathered in his palms caused the blood star array to burst, and the scenery in the corner of the courtyard of "Zizi ......" suddenly began to fade, like a pouring rain washing away the watercolor paint in the background, and the space with a diameter of eighty centimeters quickly turned gray-white, and then cracks appeared.

The wooden fences, buckets, and cherry trees that were enveloped in them were "crumpled" and twisted into unbelievable shapes, as Gilbert-Neon said, by the invisible hand. At this moment, the dog barked, and the German shepherd named Sparky rushed out of the kennel and barked at the space-time star array. Before Bartholomew could react, Sparky suddenly lunged over, and was swept into the discorded rift.

"Ah, oops. Gilbertnayon muttered, sliding his fingertips sideways across the array, the graphic structure destroyed, and the attacking array vanished. "Plop. A strange mass of flesh fell to the ground, and the body of the shepherd dog was like a rag doll that had been cut, torn apart, and reglued together, and its abdominal cavity was turned back from the inside out, the bloody stomach and intestines stuck to the surface of the body, and the skull peeked out of the cracks in the organs, and there was still a trace of breath, and it was still chirping lowly. "Did you keep this animal in captivity? Sorry, I messed up. The first astrology instructor said very sincerely, "There doesn't seem to be such a creature in our world, so ...... Didn't react. ”

"Sparky is my family. But I don't feel bad, friend. Bartholomew laughed with tears in his eyes, "It's amazing, all this, I mean, everything new you brought to me......"

"There are a lot of things I don't understand," said Gilbernayon, "but you seem to be a good man, a great man of the First World. ”

Bartholomew said: "I'm not a big guy, you're the real big guy." ”

"Ah, I'm most afraid of people complimenting me. ”

"Don't take this as a compliment. ”

"You're a good talker, brother named Bartholomew. ”

"It's just that I'm a little excited, and I don't usually have such a good temper. ”

"Really, if I have time, I'd like to see it. ”

"If there is time. ”

In the thirtieth second after the appearance of the space-time star array, Brandon Bartholomew fell to the ground with a bang, the clock on the wall pointed to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and before he could say a proper goodbye, Gilberto Gilbernet was swept away by the space-time turbulence, forever returning to the other side of the endless wall. "Uhh......h

In a moment of great pain, his mind was unusually clear, and a question suddenly came to his mind: this personality named Gilbernaion was real, a soul with unique thoughts, emotions, and memories. What would GTC do if they learned of this? The "world" exists as a realistic Skinner box, and if this psychological experiment achieves positive results in just a few months, what is the value of the whole project? GTC will definitely shut down the "world" server and refocus all its energy on the research of the boundaries of science and find a way to the next world. So what should Gilbertion do? What about the billion living souls in the "world"? As the creator of the "world" and the father of a billion souls, can he watch these living creations plunge into eternal darkness and become sleeping cold bytes in the defective high-density memory of the silicon lattice?

"No ......"

A hoarse roar came from his throat, and Bartholomew struggled forward with the last of his strength, trying to reach for the video log on the terminal, but as soon as his fingers touched the desk, he fell to the ground, and the whiskey glass shattered, and the golden liquor flowed past the corners of the doctor's wheezing mouth. "No......" Life was passing by rapidly, everything in front of him was gradually dimming, and Brandon Bartholomew let out a muffled moan: "No...... Can't die like this, who will help me, help me save these people, save ...... This world ......"

The camera on the terminal silently turns an angle, and a line of text appears on the flickering character interface on the screen. After a few seconds, the floor lamp flickered slightly, the air conditioner turned off automatically, and a nice male synthesized voice came out of the gramophone speakers: "You will survive, I promise you." ”

"Dear Father. ”