This highway is a national highway connecting Ulaanbaatar, the capital of Mongolia and the Chinese border port Erenhot, one of the best quality expressways in Mongolia, but the two-way six-lane road that lacks maintenance is crushed by trucks, and the manhole cover is actually raised on the road surface, which will be pressed up and bring bumps if you are not careful. Sitting behind the wheel, the bearded Bot dodged and dodged helplessly, driving the huge RV out of the style of a DTM car, but the passengers in the back compartment were complaining, scrambling to fix the water glasses, thermos flasks and cans that were rolling around.

Gu Tie sat by the window, his elbows propped up on the small table and sulked. After coming out of Genghis Khan International Airport, he shook Terry's body in excitement and asked about the Genesis network permissions, but he didn't expect the clown's expression to become more and more confused, and in the end, his eyes rolled and he simply flopped on the table and fainted.

"You stupid!" Eva glared at the Chinese with her arms around Terry's head, "and they all said that he suffers from sensory decline, and for him the real world is a distant television screen, and the greater the stimulation of reality, the farther away the screen will be from him, until his nerves are on the verge of collapse, completely abandoning the senses of reality and hiding himself in the fantasy world." He doesn't know how long he's going to have to sleep before he wakes up!"

"But...... I just wanted to ask a few questions......" Gu Tie spread his hands dumbfounded, "I'm sorry......"

"Sometimes I wonder if the listener has chosen the wrong person!" Lori glared at him through gritted teeth, stroking the clown's hair, and stopped paying attention to him.

This little woman is indeed the spiritual leader of the Glorious Circus, she is angry, and all the members of the group are silent, except for the little white-faced George who secretly pats his shoulder to comfort Gu Tie, everyone is silent. The car bypassed Ulaanbaatar through the ring road and drove onto the first highway to China, along the way the carriage was as dull as a prison, and the Chinese did not open their mouths, and opposite him was Terry, the clown who was sleeping at the desk, and Gu Tie was angry when he saw the back of his head. Turning his head to look out the window.

Actually, there's not much to see. The distance from Ulaanbaatar to the port of Erenhot is 720 kilometers, and there is no other landform along the way except grasslands, deserts and Gobi. Mongolia is a poor country that has rarely come into the international arena, and in the middle of the 22nd century, there is no highway, and the grasslands on both sides of the first highway are very degraded, and the desert is gradually eating up the barren grasslands, driving the herders to the farther part of the wilderness.

Gu Tie suddenly felt that he should contact his father. When he was in Poland, the call to his adoptive father was transferred to voicemail, and before Dr. Bartholomew could call back, he was loaded into a large plane and flew to the East, and if the old man could not reach him, he would be worried. Thinking of this, he beckoned to the little white-faced George: "Hey, come here." ”

"Boss. George was practicing sword swallowing, and when he heard this, he pulled out the shiny sword and threw it aside, and ran over, not forgetting to sneak a peek at the cockpit on the way, and Eva was sitting in the passenger seat, not noticing the situation in the cabin.

"I'm going to connect to the quantum network, give me the interface and account number for the satellite dish. Gu Tie pointed to the top of his head.

George hesitated: "Boss, Eva once said that the Red Owl Brotherhood has a very large power on the quantum network, and it is very dangerous to go online, so she forbids anyone other than Terry to log in......"

"Who am I?" the Chinese pointed to the tip of his nose.

"The chosen one. The little white-faced George stood upright, "I know, boss! I'm going to connect the satellite channel and broadcast the wifi signal!"

Gu Tie smiled and nodded. A minute later, the quantum network channel was established, and the Chinese sent a message to their adoptive father, and almost immediately the reply arrived, "Meet at the old place." ”

Gu Tie and his father don't communicate very often, and they rarely meet on the quantum network, but the two have a fixed meeting place, which is an encrypted private discussion group. Pushing open a fence door, Gu Tie returned to that familiar space, the white wooden fence was covered with freshly mowed turquoise lawn, a six-bedroom red-roofed wooden house was erected at the end of the winding cobblestone road, and a black Belgian shepherd dog came out of the doorway and barked at him. "Sparky!" blurted out a name, and Gu Tie smiled and walked over to stroke the dog's head. This is their home on the outskirts of Salzburg before leaving Austria, his real home.

The gray-haired Dr. Bartholomew beckoned to him from a rocking chair under the eaves, and the old man looked in good spirits in a blue and white plaid cotton shirt, corduroy shirt, and slippers, and a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea. Judging from the image details, this somewhat stubborn old man still uses a 2D camera as an information collection device, and the expression on his face can only be perfectly reproduced when viewed from the front.

"Dad. Gu Tie stepped up the four steps to the wooden trestle and sat in the armchair beside his father. On the coffee table between the two was a cup of hot chocolate, which was Gu Tie's favorite drink in his childhood, and the old man still remembered it clearly.

"Where are you now?" Dr. Bartholomew looked up and down at his son who had been absent for a long time, and the discussion group assigned Gu Tie a loose and comfortable civilian clothes, and his appearance, physique, and physical state were reproduced by the data retrieved by the implanted chip, and the old man looked at the Chinese's face and nodded secretly, - at least the child's body looked healthy.

"I'm in Mongolia. Gu Tie looked a little restrained in the face of his father, and replied honestly, "It's a long story, I'm accompanying a friend's circus to perform a few performances, I'm fine, rest assured." How's your body? Is your heart okay?"

Bartholomew raised his hand and motioned for his son to take a sip of his drink, "There are many things, there are some mundane things besides work, but my body is fine, and my heart is pounding healthily." Have you recently entered the 'world'? Look at the realism of your body, is it right to use the implanted chip of the 'world' to log in to the network? At the beginning of the design, the implanted chip was designed with this function in mind, but for some reason, GTC blocked it, and I believe that you will not fail to see the mystery in it with an IQ of 177. ”

Gu Tie took a sip of hot chocolate, and the smell and taste nerves transmitted the sweet taste simulated by the chip at the same time, but it was always a little different from the deliciousness in his childhood memories. "Yes, Dad, just force the B3 to C14 pins through with an arc, it's easy. Have many people found this secret now?" He replied with no doubt that his father, who was a senior member of GTC, would be able to see how he logged in at a glance, and gently put down his mug.

"No, a few. They...... Never mind. The old doctor was about to speak, "Are your adventures in the 'world' still enjoyable?"

His adopted son smiled: "It's hard to say, it always feels like it's not my role, it's a role that I've experienced in part." But it's still very pleasant, and the 'world' is an amazing creation. By the way, Dad, do you know NASA's 'Drifting Bottle' program?" Gu Tie suddenly asked.

Dr. Bartholomew nodded: "I know, GTC has also built a probe to join the deep space program, which is the responsibility of another department assisted by the Communications Division, and I don't know the details." ”

"Is it the Ninth Division, which is in charge of espionage, assassination, and internal investigations?" Gu Tie sat up straight and stared into his adoptive father's eyes.

The old man's eyes dodged, and he took the Earl's black tea and sipped it: "You know I won't reveal the inside information of GTC, don't ask." In addition, no matter what you are doing, stop immediately, or you will get into unexpected trouble. ”

"What could be more troublesome than that day?" Gu Tie muttered in a low voice, knowing that his father was unwilling to continue the topic, he obediently closed his mouth.

Father and son looked at the watery blue sky of Austria for a moment, "Sparky would be twenty-five years old this year if he was still alive." Gu Tie looked at the puppy rolling affectionately under his feet, stroked the soft mane on the sheepdog's back, and asked.

"You refused to give it an artificial organ, and an artificial kidney costs only $4,000. The old man said leisurely.

"When I was a child, I thought that in the future world, human beings would face the confusion of identity, such as the ethical conflicts caused by artificial organs, mechanical prosthetics, and implanted computers...... Only now did I realize that I had thought too much, and the disasters that humanity was going to face were not at all the same as those in "Ghost in the Shell". Gu Tie sighed softly.

"What mobile team?" Dr. Bartholomew didn't understand.

"Very old comic, nothing. The Chinese shook their heads.

Suddenly, a signal from the real world touched his central nervous system, and someone was trying to wake him up. "Dad, I'm also leaving, please take care of yourself, I'll definitely go to Austria to see you when I'm done. Gu Tie stood up, drank the hot chocolate in his hand, and said apologetically.

"Let's go. The gray-haired Dr. Bartholomew waved his hand and did not look at his son. The air twisted, Gu Tie broke through the space and logged out of the discussion group, Sparky stood up and yelled at the sky, "Shh............h......h

The rift in the air opened and closed, and the ownerless discussion group gradually dissolved into fragments of data and flowed into the endless space of the quantum network, Sparky barked anxiously as the collapsed data was structured into nothingness.

"Is it alright, Dr. Bartholomew?" the staff member in the blue uniform and wearing the ninth identification tag knocked on the door and entered the room.

"Alright, let's go. The old man turned off the terminal's display.