Ah~~~~ It's July

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The strange light of the black sun shone obliquely on the small, simple, seemingly deserted, long-uninhabited spired wooden house, and the ground was full of broken leaves that had withered and curled up into a ball, and there was not even a single song of insects and birds around it, and it was a little strangely quiet.

Schilling cast me an inquiring look, and as soon as he met my eyes, he flashed away with a little panic. I didn't speak. Ever since that theoretically accidental intimate encounter at the lake, the two of us haven't spoken a word to each other. Perhaps we both agreed that silence between each other was the best way to get through this awkward time safely.

In fact, I got this good skin on a whim purely for self-appreciation, at most I was just looking at the mirror YY, and I didn't expect that it would bring so much inconvenience and trouble in this highly simulated virtual world.

It's too late to regret now, as the saying goes, what comes is safe. I'm just trying to get the long and boring quest done before the game closes. I wanted to see if the final mission reward was worth all the hard work I'd put in.

If I can be satisfied, I may be in a good mood to give "Divine Realm" a face when it officially operates, and of course, at that time, I will definitely have to experience a new life as a male character. On the other hand, if the final reward is purely sloppy, then GENZ Electronics will definitely be out of luck. I don't care if the company's surname is Guo or not. provoked me, I can be denied by my relatives.

The lake of Kanas has been smooth sailing, without the expected Loch Ness Monster and the like. Somewhat frightened, we crossed the lake and finally arrived at the destination of our trip to Alcatraz, the residence of what Boggs called Alcatraz boss Ivan. This shabby log cabin has a good name, Lakeside Cottage. It's exactly the same name as one of our local luxury villas, but it's the home of the wealthy with a starting price of millions, and the place where we stand today is heaven and earth.

When I walked to the door, I routinely went to buckle the door, but I didn't expect that before I could say "is there anyone", the door was opened by my "squeak".

The door was not locked at all. I took a closer look and found that the door was purely a plank, with no ancillary facilities such as locks, buckles, hoops, etc., and nothing. I started to think it was strange, but then I thought about it, there is not even a figure here, why bother to get these cumbersome things, when I don't bring the key and be locked outside, it will be a problem to find someone to help open the lock.

I gently pushed the door open and slowly walked in shouting "Anyone". Schilling followed me without saying a word.

There was a strong smell of formalin potion in my face, so thick that I felt like I had been knocked on a suffocating stick, and my breath froze for a moment. Schilling seemed to be a little surprised by this strange sudden attack, and snorted quietly.

It was a dark laboratory, filled with glassware, many of which were loaded with horrific creatures soaked in disgusting liquids, and a laboratory full of corrosion testers, bizarre bottles, scalpel-like sharps of all colors, and gauges of different scales. In the center of the room is a large operating table, on which lies a disemboweled, ronin-like creature. The hair on its epidermis was moistened with a yellowish-brown liquid, and the suffocating smell of potion seemed to emanate from him.

Forgive me for seeing so much, because the lighting in this room was only a small half-burned candle, and the flame seemed to be going out at any moment, and even if my eyesight was good, it would take a while to get used to seeing more when I suddenly entered this place where there was almost no light.

"Anyone?" I yelled loudly. Immediately I felt that this was purely superfluous, there was only such a small amount of space here, and this disgusting operating table took up half of the river, and now it was crowded into me and Schilling, where there were still people.

However, the truth is beyond human imagination. Just as I was about to turn my head to escape the foul-smelling space, a weak voice floated from the ceiling like pulling a bellows: "Someone, on the second floor." ”

Second floor? Schilling and I looked up in unison, and after looking for a long time, we realized that there was a ladder leading to the attic at the top of the building at the back of a closet. I should have thought that there was indeed a bit of a discrepancy between the roof and the actual height of the log cabin we were looking at outside, and that gap was due to the fact that there was an attic.

I gave full play to the spirit of respecting the old and loving the young, and let Schilling climb up first. On the one hand, if the other party is hostile, then Schilling will be a good shield, on the other hand, I am wearing a small skirt now, no edges, if I go up first, Schilling can see my little white Nene as soon as he looks up. We can't teach bad young people, don't we.

Schilling climbed up to the attic unharmed, without my imaginary face filled with all sorts of bright murder weapons, falling from above and convulsing on the ground. I felt a little sorry, but I followed him up to the attic.

The attic was small, only about two-thirds the height of the first floor, but it was obviously much cleaner than the first floor, and there was a small window that made the place shiny, and my mood suddenly improved.

The windows were recessed in the walls of the attic side, and a man wrapped in a thick blanket sat curled up in a wooden swinging chair, facing the window motionless. If it hadn't been for the sound just now, I would have thought that this person and the chair were one, part of some sculpture.

"Are you Ivan?" As soon as I came up, I got straight to the point. I've put too much time and energy into this task, and now I'm taking a straightforward approach to whatever I do, saving as much time as I can.

However, the other party didn't seem to agree with my philosophy, he didn't answer me directly, but said: "If it is an accident to meet a specific person at an uncertain time and place, then it is inevitable to meet an unspecified person at a specific time and place?" ”

I like to play with the Tongue Slip, which is a good way to pick up girls, but now I'm not enthusiastic about this kind of stuff that goes around and around. I directly ignored what he said and forcibly pulled the other party into the trajectory of my conversation: "That's it, we came all the way here to find a man named Ivan for a mission......"

Listening to my nagging and telling me a lot about the cause and effect, the man didn't react at all, the whole person seemed to be in hibernation, and he didn't even move the wool on the edge of the blanket on his body, and time seemed to stand still. As a result, I was a little at a loss for what to do. It seems like there's nothing I can do but stand here stupidly and wait. What's the solution, the next step of the task is in the hands of others, he was your uncle before he gave it to you, and he had the final say. He told you to wait, he told you to give you gold, he told you to strip naked...... I'll stab him in the ass with a dagger.

The man in the seat slowly turned his head, and I saw a face that resembled a sun-dried cucumber, full of wrinkles, shriveled and lifeless, and the little pimple beans on the cucumber skin, which he had inherited perfectly. All in all, it's a dejecting face that doesn't make you feel happy after watching it anyway.

The man's gaze paused on me for a few seconds, then at Schilling again. The corners of his mouth widened slightly, as if he were smiling. I admit it was the ugliest smile I've ever seen because I saw his mutilated gray teeth.

He lowered his eyelids slightly towards Schilling, and then said, "Mr. Zunjin, can you avoid it first, I have something to say to this beautiful lady, and the content needs to be kept secret a little." ”

Schilling stood still, didn't speak, and looked over to me. I immediately gave him a look, suggesting that he do what the man in front of him says, and not to hesitate. My time is precious. Take the task and leave, come back and hand it in, and then continue. I don't have time to grind in the middle of the link.

Schilling stepped back without saying a word, and the cramped attic was left with me and the eccentric in the chair. The strange man cast his gaze on the black and white world outside the window, and the silence around him returned. This time, I didn't bother him out of the blue, and I knew that all I should do now was wait. What should come will come after all, and what should be said will be said sooner or later.

Sure enough, after a short time, the strange man was the first to speak to break the deadlock, he was the first to confirm his identity, he said: "The person you are looking for, Ivan, the ruler of Alcatraz, is me." ”

I smiled a little, and didn't answer, what had been inseparable for a long time, now it was nothing more than a hammer on a nail.

"Do you know why Alcatraz doesn't have any other colors than black and white?" Ivan was still looking out the window and asked me as if he had not intended to do so.

Instead of answering him directly, I asked, "Are you an intelligent NPC or an NPC played by a real person?" ”

My question seemed to interest Ivan a little, and he took his gaze back and turned to look at me: "What's the difference?" ”

I smiled: "If you are an intelligent NPC, I will patiently listen to you finish the big nonsense, and everything will follow the so-called procedures or steps step by step." If you're a real NPC, I want you to be straightforward, because I don't really have a lot of time. I hope you can understand. ”

Ivan's withered hand stroked the handle of the rocking chair, and he asked in a playful tone: "Is there anyone in this world who has enough time?" ”

"It looks like you're an NPC played by a real person." Hearing this rhetorical question, I immediately confirmed the identity of the other party. Dealing with NPCs played by real people is much more interesting than normal NPCs. No matter how perfect the program is, it is dead, even if there are variables, it is still within the scope of the programmer's design, and it will be a little boring after a long time.

"Simple 0s and 1s evolve into colorful digital simulation virtual worlds through infinite permutations and combinations." Ivan slowly got up from his seat and staggered to the window, holding on to it with one hand. He looks like he's going to die at any moment. I couldn't help but walk up and hold his body from the side. His hand touched his body through the blanket, and he was indeed as skinny as he imagined.

Ivan unconsciously continued: "Black and white are like 0 and 1, but two opposites coexist with each other, and when intertwined, they can evolve infinite changes. The black-and-white world of Alcatraz is a throwback to the digital world. ”

It's a good idea, I seem to have heard someone use this analogy before, and I can't help but casually say my answer back then: "There is another state between black and white, and that is gray, and there is no 0.5 or 0.4 between 0 and 1." So after all, there are things in the digital world that the real world doesn't have. It's like the emotions that living beings have, which can never be deduced by the cold dualistic world. ”

Ivan jerked his head back, and his two otherwise cloudy eyes glowed. His mouth opened strangely, as if he was laughing silently. Immediately, he calmly stretched out a hand towards me: "Very good, you are indeed Guo Yi." Dear DDT, we meet again. ”

Hearing a strange virtual world being suddenly say my real name, my face suddenly froze, and my heart beat twice as fast.

Who is he? How would he know my real name and my former code name in the Red Army?

I felt like I was caught up in an incredibly huge conspiracy, from the very beginning.