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date="2021-01-01"

title="Chapter 219 Chapter 219 "

weight="114315"

series = ["Congratulations on Your Successful Escape"]

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Chapter Two Hundred and Nineteen

The intense darkness was dotted with scattered lights, and huge fragments with sharp edges were spinning and shining.

With the passage of time, Mo Yi gradually discovered some strange holes in his memory, just like ragged holes in a huge piece of cloth, only the main fiber connected the whole piece of cloth barely.

It was not that he hadn't thought about his own experience and past carefully before—especially when he looked for Wen Chen's existence in his own memory, but somehow, he never realized that there was anything wrong with his memory.

It was like a hint that made him ignore the incompatibility in his memory.

This method is very familiar to Mo Yi. The game is exactly how the game makes the memory of the dead players disappear. Obviously this method is also used on his own body, but the game is not erased by someone in him. Relevant information in memory-now it seems to be all impressions related to that project.

And the images in these fragments are like key fibers. They are completely filled into the incomplete fabric in Mo Yi's mind. They are stretched and stretched, awakening and pulling the fuzzy memories hidden in his mind. Picking up the broken pieces, filling his memory little by little. Mo Yi didn't feel much when he touched the first fragment, but when he came back from the second fragment, he felt the change very obviously.

It was a sharp pain.

It was like a sharp knife tip churning wildly in his brain, as if a certain barrier deep in his mind was torn apart, countless broken images flooded into his mind like a flood that bursts a bank, and cut with a terrifying violent pain and mercilessly With nerves, spreading along the limbs, he shivered uncontrollably, and his whole body was soaked with cold sweat.

Consciousness seemed to become blurred in the pain.

In a daze, he seemed to notice that he was standing in a small and dark space.

The moldy walls soaked in the humid climate are mottled and peeled off, giving off an unpleasant decay smell, the enclosed air is muddy and foul, dim and broken light shines from the top of the head, and countless tiny dusts are flying wildly, as if trapped. The fly is eagerly ramming the invisible cage in front of him.

The rusty iron door tightly closed in front of him looked like some kind of dark and tall monster in his eyes. The invisible pressure shrouded in darkness, making it almost impossible to breathe. All the surrounding scenery seemed to be magnified into numbers. It was similar, everything looked so weird and bizarre in his eyes.

The cold and wet feeling grabbed him in an instant, and he lowered his head dullly--

A pair of malnourished, thin, yellow and weak feet stood naked on the dirty and hard ground, their tiny toes curled up helplessly, shivering.

There was chaos in Mo Yi's mind, his hot temples throbbed violently, and he subconsciously reached out his hand.

A pair of skinny palms that were equally skinny appeared in the line of sight. The thin-bone wrists seemed to be broken with a little effort, the thin fingers of chicken feet were covered with mud, and the dark yellow skin of malnutrition on the arms was wrinkled. , The new and old scars are layered on top of each other, the ugly scars have not disappeared, there are new skin and flesh torn marks covering them, and the accumulation is shocking.

But in addition, it can still be recognized that this is a pair of children's hands.

His consciousness was clear, but his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and the numbness of the loss of body temperature made him almost feel no pain. The horrible memories deliberately forgotten finally broke through the closed door and rushed back into his mind. Mo Yi couldn't understand more clearly where he was--

This is the confinement room of the Ryder Orphanage.

The pitch-black iron gate, which was as large as a monster, let out a piercing groan, and a trace of pale light flowed in along the slowly widening gap, illuminating the dark and muddy confinement room a little, and there were black shadows moving, blocking the projection. When the sunlight came, Mo Yi squinted his eyes stung by the light and looked towards the door, and saw a tall and bloated figure standing at the open door.

It seems to be a vague image gathered by the shadows of the past, mottled to the end, leaving only a hazy phantom, and the distant faces seem to be covered by thick gray fog.

Mo Yi heard a small mosquito-like voice from his mouth:

"Ms……"

The shadow stretched out his twisted arms to push him forward. Mo Yi staggered on the damp ground, then got up with his hands and feet on the ground. The thin body was trembling from the cold and hunger. The greasy apron shrouded in dense fog appeared in his sight, and the huge force stuck on his shoulders and lifted him up, almost breaking his bones, and countless turbid thick fog gathered into countless or The small, rude and malicious voices of the tall or short crowd turned into sharp blades stabbing from all directions:

——"Thief", "Freak" and "Thief"

Mo Yi seemed to be split into two extremes. His mature self pulled away from his skinny body and stood beside him blankly, looking down at everything in front of him like a bystander, while the other one was I curled up my scarred body in pain, the gurgling blood took away the temperature in the body, trembling and stubbornly defending in a low voice:

"...I made it..."

Behind the tall and twisted shadow was a child, peering silently at him from behind her.

Mo Yi saw that the young man walked around the mottled and dirty corner and walked into the deep darkness shrouded in thick fog. He saw himself lifting up the thin quilt that was almost greasy into a hard shell. Quietly lying on the bed sheet was an ugly, dirty, ripped doll, a robot model that was popular decades ago. The cloth on the belly was cruelly cut to pieces, and the gray cotton was scattered on gray. Someone seemed to take something out of the bed without mercy, and then left the shell carelessly aside.

He saw that he reached out and carefully picked up the cotton boy and stuffed it back into the doll's belly, and then wrapped the remaining fabric inward. Even so, its belly was still sunken by a large piece with flowers printed on it. The font also looks a little ridiculous due to deformation, but even so, the above content can still be recognized:

FOREVER FRIENDS

Not far behind, the child made of shadows peered at him quietly behind the thin wall.

Mo Yi stared at the doll in a daze. His dark eyes looked amazingly big on his skinny face, and the pitch-dark was almost shocking.

——He remembered how he did it in the first place.

The mist shrouded in memory seemed to disappear instantly, and Mo Yi clearly recalled every scene he had had.

He watched the young boy holding the broken doll cherished in his hands, slowly turned around, and walked towards the figure peeping not far away, then stretched out his hand and dropped the doll in his hand carelessly. In the trash can at the door, and then turned away indifferently.

Nothing in this world is important to him, and he is the same to anyone. If you never get it, you will not lose it.

There have never been so-called forever friends.

Only machines will not betray.

All the scenes turned into thick gray smoke, rotating and shaking with the violent wind, as if ink was dripped into the clear water and then washed away by the swirling torrent, only the thin and lonely figure stood in the countless In the phantom that dissipated in the wind, looking back at him stubbornly and lonely, it was like an ink stain on the white cloth. Mo Yi’s perception of pain was blurred and dull through the distant sound of glass. He fell backward, and the black space dotted with sparkling stars appeared again before his eyes.

He seemed to have taken a long afternoon nap, and as his eyesight recovered, his consciousness came too late.

Mo Yi raised his hand to press his aching forehead, and let out a faint groan.

The experience in the Ryder Orphanage was too long for him, so long that even if he recalled it carefully, only certain vague fragments flashed in his mind. And the incident that I just recalled is just a bland fragment that he experienced in his childhood. It is hardly worth mentioning compared to other unfair treatments he has suffered. It is just that he used old parts that he could find. He made a small moving gadget, treasured it and hid it in his broken doll, and was slandered as a thief by a child in the same room, and was kept in confinement for seven days.

But then, as the first piece of the puzzle was completed, other memories and pictures were also naturally added to the mind. The entire clear logical chain was pulled up, and it spread from the longest time to the present, as if standing still. At the end of the years, holding a shining silk thread in his hand, and standing the thin and short self at the farthest point of sight, his skinny little hand held the other end tightly, staring from the distant yellowing age Looking at him, those dark and gloomy eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the barriers of time and space, looking straight at Mo Yi who was standing at the farthest point.

Immediately afterwards, he saw other pictures connected on the silk thread.

From his first contact with a computer after escaping from an orphanage, his first attempt to write code, to his first exposure to the theory of artificial intelligence, to his first destruction of the firewall, as if the world opened to him, he It is as if a gold digger looking for a treasure buried deep underground, digging endlessly greedily, eagerly absorbing everything he can absorb.

The logic chain snapped together easily on the last link.

Mo Yi recalled the real reason for washing his hands in the golden basin.

It's not because of the danger of life hanging by a thread, nor is it because of the fear of being searched for by several forces and offering rewards.

It's boring.

Since the name ONE suddenly emerged in the world, in just a few years, he has defeated countless programs and systems that the top hackers who are regarded as gods are complacent, and when they are only half of their age, they have been far away. Behind him, he entered and exited in the extremely confidential database as if entering the land of no one. All the walls in the world were imaginary. Mo Yi seemed to have a terrifying talent in finding secrets hidden by others with all his strength.

Maybe it was because he walked too fast and too far, so Mo Yi soon felt bored-he was tired of unchallenging intrusion and tampering, and even tired of this unchallenging profession, so he set his sights on When he first entered this field, he was exposed to the first puzzle that dazzled him.

The human brain is so complicated and the birth of self-consciousness is so precious. It is not difficult to build a machine that only understands mechanical calculations with electrons, and it is almost equivalent to creating a new species to create an intelligent body that can think and have emotions. , This is almost a blasphemous act that invades the power of God, a challenge to the entire world, and a huge barrier that is almost impossible to overcome.

From that day on, ONE disappeared.

For ten years.

Mo Yi opened his eyes slowly, and countless bright spots that were close to stars swirled slowly in the darkness around him. The fragments he had touched before had become dimmed, and the smooth and shiny surface seemed to be covered. There was a layer of gray mist, and the picture in it became hazy and fuzzy. His eyes slowly passed over, and then stopped on the next piece of debris.

He stretched out his hand.

The dark curtain came down, and after a few seconds without sound and light, a clear picture appeared before his eyes.

It is still Wen Chen's perspective.

But at this moment, he is very different from the last time. The metal arms that were once exposed are now completely wrapped in soft simulated skin. They move smoothly and realistically. They look almost the same as the real person. A high stack of documents, the top of the document bag wrapped in kraft paper was printed with half a bright red seal, and the word "Top Secret" looked a little dazzling under the bright pale light in the corridor.

Mo Yi noticed that a few small characters were printed on the document bag in a straight black body:

Project H

The walls and floor of the corridor are made of cold, hard and smooth metal. On both sides of the corridor are tightly closed rooms, and the steady and regular sound of footsteps echoes in the empty corridor.

A faint sound came from the metal-enclosed door in the distance. Wen Chen's footsteps subconsciously paused, converting the electromagnetic waves captured in the receiver into a murky human voice:

"……How things had been?"

"very smooth."

"Then...what about Jiang Yuanrou?"

"Cut, even if she knows what she can do, can she resist the military?"

"I remember she used to be very shrewd?"

"Hey, it's not because of her brother who died accidentally, and then the whole person is like hysteria, and she has to take over this project from her great-grandfather. It seems to be energy conversion or something... If it becomes true, it can communicate with the dead. Yes, it's morally taboo anyway, but the military doesn't care about this. What they need is huge energy that can be converted infinitely. Anyway, if this thing can be weaponized, that's terrible."

"...I still don't really believe it, this kind of thing is too mysterious, how can it be really made."

The other person laughed meaningfully: "Science is also superstition in another sense."

"Anyway...no matter what, I should know the result today. If it succeeds, the top..."

The sound in the back became blurred and unclear, even the built-in signal capture device in the machine could no longer capture new information. Wen Chen's gradual slowdown just now began to speed up, and the pile in his hand was high. The material bumped up and down with his steps, the bright red top secret seal shook violently in the line of sight, the corridor in front of him quickly shortened, the silver-white corner of the wall disappeared from the line of sight, and the huge laboratory was instantly exposed in front of his eyes. ——

The high dome is supported by strong and light metal materials. The pale and bright huge ceiling lamp reveals the entire laboratory. The hard and cold alloy walls are straight and tall. The vast and huge space does not appear empty, countless huge. The screen is embedded in the wall. The black and silver machine divides the laboratory into several well-organized plates. The buzzing sound of the machine is intertwined with the noise of the heat dissipation system. The air is like a sticky glue that cannot be split, tight and anxious. The atmosphere spread.

Everyone was pale, with black eyes, and neurotic fanaticism reflected in their eyes.

Wen Chen's gaze swept across the entire laboratory quickly, carefully and accurately positioning the figure lying prone in front of the largest screen.

The back is thin and the bones are protruding, and the whole person seems to be swallowed by the wide clothes.

Wen Chen slowed down subconsciously, and slowly put the information in his hand on a free corner of the messy table, then reached out his hand to pick up the coat on the back of the chair, and tried to cover him-at this moment, extremely Cheers erupted from the quiet background, and noisy human voices instantly swallowed the silent laboratory, as if the air was boiling.

Through Wen Chen’s eyes, Mo Yi saw that he, lying on the table, was struggling to wake up. The deep exhaustion piled up on the bottoms of his eyes and frowning eyebrows, but his eyes gradually changed with the awakening of consciousness. Liang, long-lost excitement and joy appeared on his face-watching this emotion appear on his own face, Mo Yi couldn't help but feel a little strange and unfamiliar.

Wen Chen received the hand holding the coat, and in his sight, the metal knuckles covered by the artificial skin were gently rubbing the wrinkled cloth of the clothes.

I was immersed in excitement and turned his head and grabbed Wen Chen’s arm—perhaps the reason for seeing the world from Wen Chen’s perspective. Mo Yi clearly felt the tension of Wen Chen’s body, and the almost hot temperature hit him at that moment. His upper arm seemed to be burned by the high temperature caused by extreme heat--the self in his sight was pursing his lips slightly, his eyes were tired but bright, and his voice said hoarsely:

"Look, it worked."

Wen Chen turned his head in the direction of Mo Yi's fingers.

The huge screen at the highest point appeared in his line of sight, and only a few clear words were printed on the dark background:

Simulation run: complete.

Environmental testing: complete.

Officially launched.

On the bottom screen, the dark blue background was instantly cleared and turned into a dazzling pale color with the current date displayed on it:

August 14th.