Since the Game Guild doesn't want to save people, the only effect of inputting this memory into Old Ted must be to let him pass it on to others.

The Game Guild is not an immortal, it can count five hundred years before and five hundred years later, if they could predict everything in advance, they would not have entered this memory into Old Ted now.

Yes, it was their sudden decision, a temporary action, and to confirm this speculation, I asked Old Ted: "What do you have this memory of?" Can you recall the exact time? ”

Old Ted looked stunned when he heard this, he didn't seem to think about this problem, so he frowned and recalled for a moment before saying, "I have lived in the castle for several years... There's no such memory, and it's not from earlier, so it's strange, this—this should have just appeared. ”

I nodded, and old Ted's answer confirmed my suspicion, his memory was improvised, and it also showed that the Game Guild could not foretell the foremost, and they would make some adjustments according to the unexpected situation in the game.

Old Ted was a little distracted after speaking, he covered his head, his eyes flickered, his heart must be very messy, his memory is controlled by others, and it is still in progress, which must be more difficult to accept than finding out that he is an artificial person.

My mood also plummeted, old Ted's memories were newly entered, just after gravity spoke to me, which said two things.

One is that old Ted's brain is still under control, and the rest of the castle is likely to be like him, but they are unaware.

The second is that gravity wants me to activate the Space Castle, otherwise Old Ted wouldn't come to me alone.

The former determines that it will be even more difficult for me to save the people in the city, who are simply tens of thousands of time/bombs, and the remote control is in the hands of the enemy.

The latter means that gravity must have discovered something in me that they were interested in, and they wanted to test it, or confirm it.

What does a cockpit confirm? Can I drive?

No, I shook my head secretly, I taught myself to drive after the disaster, and it was not worth mentioning at all, not to mention airplanes and ships.

Only once, I was sitting in a similar cabin, but not driving, I just started it.

Thinking of this, I retreated a little further away from the cockpit, old Ted was still trapped in the chaos of his memories being quietly tampered with, and he probably couldn't figure out how he didn't feel anything, and how new memories were suddenly inserted into his brain.

So after the chaos, he will definitely be confused and even fall into deeper self-doubt.

If a person learns that his memories are all fake, that he has never experienced those things himself, that he has copied the memories of others, then he must have asked the question, who is he?

There is already a Ted in the world, he, as a latecomer, is obviously a copycat, if all his memories are not his, then who is he?

He shouldn't be called Ted, and he shouldn't have Ted's habits, temperament, and won't do what Ted should do.

The funny thing is that he doesn't know anything about himself, he has nothing but Ted's memories.

These terrible questions need time to think through, sort them out, and then he will reposition himself, and unfortunately he doesn't have time.

"You can't drive it?" Old Ted asked when he saw me take a few steps back away from the cockpit.

"It's a trap." I said bluntly.

"Game Association, they must have done it, they asked me to bring you here because they wanted to get something out of you!" Old Ted said suddenly.

"Mental power, I guess."

"You? Are you a paranormal or a spirit? ”

"Yes."

"No wonder, no wonder you can put down those scum in an instant."

"They won't really let me take you away, or they will make the disaster happen earlier, or use your brains to be accused of this thing, and deal with you centrally." I can't hold my mind back when I get out of the way, and I'm used to thinking about things in the worst way, so I have a very bad guess at this point that the Game Guild lured me into the cockpit, maybe not just to test my abilities, but to see if I know what this thing is for.

If I can activate it without prompting, it means that I may have seen similar technology before, and it clearly doesn't belong to Earth.

Could it be that the Game Association wants to find a Rubik's Cube building?

I have suffered too many losses, so I always think more complicated when I encounter things, and I am better when I am busy, but when I have time, my thoughts will uncontrollably diverge in all directions.

Old Ted has adjusted his mood, he has Ted's memories and has a similar personality, so he can quickly regain his composure after a huge change and blow.

He is different from me, who is used to fighting alone, he is good at teamwork, and he is the soul of the team, and calm is a must.

"My brain, no, there must be them in my body... I don't know what to call it, it's a controller? Old Ted wasn't so sure.

"Is there a CT machine in town? Or like the kind of machine that goes through security in a subway station? ”

"There's a CT machine, but I haven't heard of anyone with a foreign body in their body." Old Ted thought for a moment and said.

My antenna didn't detect any other living creatures in him, so the medium used by the Game Society to instill memories wasn't electromechanical or living creatures.

"I have a solution, do you want to try it? It may help you get out of control, but if it doesn't, you may suffer more and more. "I deliberately kept it vague because I didn't want the game association to hear too many details.

Old Ted didn't answer right away, and I wasn't in a hurry to let him make a decision, he thought about it for a while and asked, "If the test on me is successful, will you help the others?" ”

To be honest, he thought about it for a long time and asked a question like this, which surprised me a little, and I was actually quite happy that he was still thinking about the survivors in the city before he could figure out who he was.

"I can only promise you to try, I can't guarantee the result, but I will do my best." Although I was moved by the old Ted's heart for the sake of the survivors, I did not dare to boast about Haikou, because the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and I did not want him to suffer another blow.

The first few times I infected others, it was done one-on-one, but now I have to infect tens of thousands of people at once, and even the Zombie Emperor doesn't have such efficiency.

Old Ted thinks that without further ado, there is no one else in the tower, and I don't have to worry about hurting anyone else.

We went to the room at the top of the tower, and it was safer to release the aura from above, and considering that old Ted's brain was already under control, I didn't explain to him in detail what I was going to do.

This time, I released my aura while chatting with him, and let him get infected unconsciously, and I secretly counted the time.

Just five minutes later, old Ted suddenly fell to the ground, and I hadn't finished making up the solution yet.

If I have enough time, it's not impossible for me to infect the whole city little by little, but I'm afraid that the Game Association won't give us time.

As he pondered how to delay time, old Ted suddenly opened his eyes, and it took him only ten minutes to go from fainting to waking up.

This speed exceeded my expectations, the time was too short, maybe the effect was not good, I was a little worried in my heart.

Old Ted opened his eyes, scanned his surroundings blankly, and then spotted me, frowned, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

He has amnesia! I didn't know whether to be happy or worried, and my mood was a little tangled, but I still maintained my composure: "What's wrong with you?" Why did you faint all of a sudden? ”

Old Ted pointed to himself: "Me? ”

I helped him into a chair and sat down, and said, "Yes, you are the master of this city, remember?" ”

Old Ted thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't remember." ”

Amnesia is not necessarily a bad thing, I told myself, at least it means that his memory area has been formatted by me, he has not forgotten to talk, walk, sit, he has just lost his memory, maybe it is a good thing, maybe the thing that controls his brain memory has failed.

I waited five minutes, waiting for the Games Guild to re-enter his memory or do something else.

It may not be kind to do this, and it is tantamount to experimenting with old Ted, but we know too little about the Game Association, and if the things that control their brains can be reactivated, then I don't need to waste mental energy on other people.

Six minutes later, old Ted's memory still hadn't recovered, he kept asking me questions, I thought it was a good opportunity, so I didn't tell him Ted's identity, only that he was the lord of the city, and I didn't know the name, maybe he could get a new one for himself.

Old Ted is safe and sound, and I don't care about democracy at this time, otherwise I may miss the best opportunity.

Because the Game Guild will kill the survivors in the city as soon as they find out that they can no longer control them, I must not give the Game Guild a chance to react and take action.

I walked to the window and looked at the city below the tower and at the pedestrians in the streets, unaware of what was about to happen, and probably basking in the joy of the Lord's return.

Whether they live or die is all in my thoughts, and this pressure weighs on my heart like a big stone.

But I can't do nothing for fear of doing something wrong, tens of thousands of lives, hoping that they will be favored by Lady Luck.

I closed my eyes and released the maximum amount of aura energy in an instant, completely uncontrollably, allowing it to collide and overflow.

However, the shield above the castle blocked back the aura energy that rushed overhead, and there was no leakage at all.

The enclosed space increases the concentration of energy in the city, and it completely fills every corner, and I did not expect that this will be the case, and the living people in the streets and buildings will fall one after another in a matter of seconds.

I told old Ted to rest in his room, and told him that he had just recovered from a serious illness, and that old Ted was still dazed, and lay down on the bed to rest under my instructions.

I made arrangements for him and hurried back to the underground cockpit, the Game Guild's emergency measures might be coming soon, so I had to race against the clock.

I'm going to get ahead of them and get people away from the land of right and wrong, but whether I succeed or not depends on whether this spatial castle is real or fake.

If the Game Guild were to use an empty shell or model to trick gamers, the people of the city would be wiped out.