Chapter 117 The origin of the altar

How is this going?

An Wujiu raised his head, the cracks in the sky were getting deeper and deeper, like ice floes that were disintegrating in a glacier, gradually deviating from the original position.

It was different from what they had imagined. After igniting the pillar, there was no miracle of rebirth, or it did not appear at the moment.

An Wu Jiu lowered his head and found that the number on the back of his hand was glowing, the light flickered for a while, then disappeared and returned to its original appearance.

That weird power has not disappeared so far, as if it is fighting against the power of its own instinct, but no one can conquer anyone. The blue flame was burning higher and higher, just like the last time, he spoke a strange and ancient language, but this time, An Wujiu seemed to be able to directly understand its words!

This language is very similar to the one recorded by my father back then!

[quick! Hurry up and offer sacrifices to me! ]

An Wujiu clenched the obsidian sharp knife in his hand and held it high, but never let it down, Matsuura's calm face was right in front of him, and the low babble seemed to be mocking his resistance.

[Stupid human, do you think you are special now? ]

The god was questioning him.

[Look straight at me and you can see your father, don't you miss him? ]

An Wu Jiu turned his face almost uncontrollably, like a rigid puppet, being led away by that powerful force, but at the same time, the opposing force in his chest also rose up , the stronger is stronger. So he turned back, not looking at it.

But the flame spread to both sides in an instant, burning into a huge circle, enclosing all of them in it.

An extremely crazy picture suddenly appeared in front of An Wu Jiu's eyes, in the picture he was the same as now, half kneeling in front of the sacrificer, raised his hand frantically and stabbed the man's chest with the knife in his hand, his face It was splattered with blood, and the viscous blood covered a cool, frantic laugh.

No, that's not him.

The person who was sacrificed was not Matsuura, but an unfamiliar face.

An Wu Jiu frowned, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth again.

The person in the picture, An Wu Jiu does not know who it is, maybe it is him in another possibility. The good side of me now has basically merged with the extreme evil side of the past, and the chaotic and evil parts have gradually calmed down.

But what if it was the other way around?

He could feel his spirit from stability to chaos again and again, just like all things in the universe follow the law of entropy increase.

Destruction in chaos is the only constant ending.

But An Wujiu forced himself to stop, the strength in his chest almost tore his entire body in half, in the piercing pain, An Wujiu struggled to break through the force of the blue flame, and threw the knife in his hand, Throw it under the cliff.

At the same time, Shen Ti hugged him.

"Did you see that? There are numbers on the backs of everyone's hands."

Hearing Shen Ti's voice, An Wu Jiu raised his eyes weakly, he found a number 98 on the back of Matsuura's hand, and then looked at Wu You and Nan Shan, it was also 98.

Everyone else showed the number 98, only Shen Ti, he took off his gloves, and there was nothing on the back of his hand.

Just when they were wondering, an obsidian knife fell from the sky and stabbed Matsuura's chest sharply.

The moment the blood splashed on An Wujiu's face, the sweet smell penetrated into his brain, once again, he saw "self" with a bloody face and a crazy smile, and looked at him.

[Do you think you can stop me? ]

The sound seemed to come from hell. It was so low that it was difficult to distinguish it. It was like the sound of hot magma when it was boiling. Outside the cliff, there were human "screams" one after another. The light of the red blood moon pushed back in an instant. In the daytime, the earth was only scarlet and icy cold.

[Impossible, you can't even control yourself. ]

The bloody offerings flew up from the tip of the knife and threw themselves into the center of the ancient stone plate.

The sarcophagus containing Matsuura Mori's body closed automatically, no matter how An Wujiu resisted, the sacrifice was still complete. The blood-red moon hangs above his head, like a blood ball that eats people. Maybe it will fall down immediately, crush them all one by one, roll them into the valley, and bury them in the cold snow.

These hallucinations kept appearing in his mind, An Wu Jiu stood up like a walking corpse, the cold wind blew through the seams of his bones.

None of them remembered how to get back to the temple. If the sacrificers sacrificed their own hearts, then they probably sacrificed their souls and fears.

An Wu Jiu was puzzled, there was nothing on the back of Shen Ti's hand, which was understandable, after all, Shen Ti was different from any of them.

But why is the number on the back of my hand 99, while everyone else is 98, and what does this number mean?

On their way back to the temple, Shen Ti told him that after he lit the pillar, some memories flashed in his mind.

"What did you think of?"

Shen Ti frowned slightly, "I'm not sure if it's a real memory, because the pictures I saw are more like what you can see than mine."

An Wu Jiu didn't understand, "What do you mean?"

Shen Ti looked at him, "Those are almost all the initialization screens after entering different games, but they are not mine, because the upper right corner shows your name and level, from A level at the beginning, to S level, SS level , appear staggered."

An Wu Jiu doesn't understand, why does Shen Ti's memory have a completely his own perspective?

"It's not the strangest thing," Shen Ti told him, "the most incomprehensible thing is that I deliberately paid attention to some of those initialization scenes, none of them are games that I have experienced together with you, no red and black, There are no shelters, no casinos, it's unfamiliar, and there are so many."

What Shen Ti said, An Wu Jiu's original thoughts were also disrupted.

He told Shen Ti the images that kept flashing during the sacrifice.

“Maybe it’s me before my memory loss.” An Wujiu thought, it is indeed impossible for him to be directly rated as SSS as soon as he entered the altar, “Isn’t Yang Ming very afraid of me at the time? I have experienced what you have seen. Maybe that's what I participated in from entering the altar to meeting you."

But this can't explain why Shen Ti can get his perspective and see everything through his perspective.

The closer they got to the truth, the more confusing everything became.

The two said something and returned to the temple. There were many fewer people here, and they became more and more deserted. The red moonlight shone through every window onto the floor of the temple, making it seem ghostly.

Shen Ti sent An Wu Jiu back to the room, the two walked to the door, but found that Zhou Yijue was leaning against the wall beside the door, as if waiting for An Wu Jiu.

"What are you doing here?" Shen Ti said badly.

Zhou Yijue didn't bother to make any smiley face, so he raised his slender, hanging eyelids to look at the two of them.

"Chat?"

An Wu Jiu raised his eyebrows, "Now? There are ten minutes left before 'eyes closed'."

"Ten minutes is enough." Zhou Yijue stood up straight, "If it wasn't important, I wouldn't be looking for you at this time."

He glanced at Shen Ti, "You can do it yourself."

Shen Ti twitched the corners of his mouth, "What's your own way, should you be self-respecting?"

An Wu Jiu wanted Shen Ti not to use words indiscriminately, but the timing was not right, so he gave up and just took his hand and followed Zhou Yijue away.

Zhou Yijue took them to a quiet room with no windows on all sides and an altar in the center, like their warm-up room and a confession room.

Without any premise, Zhou Yijue told the two directly, "I'm actually a test researcher at the altar."

These words suddenly exploded like a thunderclap on the ground, but strangely, An Wujiu didn't feel very surprised.

Zhou Yijue is scheming and good at lying. What he said should be hard to believe, but the two people in front of him didn't even question it.

"Then your purpose of entering here should be different from ours." An Wu Jiu looked at Zhou Yijue, "It's just that you have changed in the back."

A simple sentence summarizes Zhou Yijue's mental journey since entering the altar.

"Yes." Under the bloody moonlight, Zhou Yijue's outline was exceptionally clear, and the moonlight also illuminated the rare loneliness on his face, "My initial task was very easy, I entered the game, looked for bugs, and pushed the plot. And logic problems, and then feedback to the development department for them to modify. So I play the game very easily, it doesn't matter if I lose, anyway, I just quit and re-enter, sometimes to test the integrity, I may have a copy It will be played several times, so in the early days, I actually didn't have any sense of the game experience."

An Wu Jiu listened to him silently, but thought in his heart, since he is a tester, will he know the development background of the altar and who the whole team is.

Before he could say anything, Shen Ti spoke first, but in a less peaceful way.

"What kind of wicked thing came up with this shitty game?"

Zhou Yijue didn't care, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This project was originally planned by a destitute individual game designer. It is said that the person submitted the entire planning plan to many companies, but no response was received."

Shen Ti quickly replied, "In the end, he was chosen by Chauvin?"

Zhou Yijue sneered, "Wrong."

"No game company adopted his plan. Just a year after he gave up the plan, the trailer of this game appeared in the advertisement of Chauvin's largest game company. The overall framework was exactly the same as the plan he submitted, but It's not his signature."

Shen Ti smiled, "Damn capitalism."

"This guy tried everything he could and couldn't sign his name in the game, and finally fell ill, because he didn't have the money to become a senior member of the hospital, and finally died. I just became a tester for "Altar" , know about it."

Zhou Yijue told them, "According to the executives of the game company, "The Shrine" is an attempt by Chauvin in the neural access game, if it is good, it will be an innovation of virtual games, so they go to It was developed. At that time, all the development backbones of the whole company participated and put all their efforts into the development of this game. There were hundreds of testers like me, and everyone personally entered the altar and personally Feel the game."

An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "But as far as I know, the altar has since exceeded the government's control. If it's really just a game, how can people die?"

"That's why I said it was like this at the beginning." Zhou Yijue lowered his eyes, "Then things started to get out of control."

There is nowhere to hide the sadness in his eyes, "I met him in a copy halfway through, I remember it very clearly, that was my 32nd mission, his 47th, and he, like me, is also a test Staff. We performed four test missions together, and several dungeons were completed back and forth, and the repetition was repeated for a long time, so I also feel that I have known him for a long time. "

"Just after we established our relationship, in my 36th test mission, he died." Zhou Yijue didn't raise his eyes, was silent for a while, and continued, "He died, and he didn't reload the file to enter the game, I think It's strange, when I survived and left the game cabin to go to the company to ask those people, only to find that the development department was gone."

An Wu Jiu frowned, "What does it mean to be gone?"

Zhou Yijue looked at him and said, "The two floors are empty. The news I inquired is that the model they used to write the altar is the latest generation network, that is to say, once the initial model framework is successfully built, it will be In repeated iterative operations and tests, using the huge neural database of players, the model will continue to learn by itself, and eventually it can achieve self-healing or even self-writing. Therefore, people in the development department are gradually unable to control the altar, and the system will eventually even respond to them. With read and write permissions set, I can't even log in in the background."

The altar ended up being a self-consistent model.

"So you testers were also abandoned by the altar." An Wujiu said.

Zhou Yijue smiled, "You're right."

Shen Ti said that he didn't care about his affairs at all, but in fact he still cared about his dead colleague, "You tried so hard to save him later?"

"I know it's ridiculous." Zhou Yijue lowered his head dejectedly, "We are the people who test and maintain this system, but we are swallowed up by the system in the end. We are people who rely on science and technology to survive, and I also know that we require a person to die. Resurrection is fundamentally against science, but..."

Why hasn't An Wujiu experienced this kind of struggle?

Zhou Yijue sneered, "Fuck science, I just want him back."

"What about after that?" An Wujiu asked, "Did they give up this model completely?"

Zhou Yijue wiped his face, "It can't be regarded as giving up completely. There are a lot of problems involved. First of all, there is Chauvin. They suddenly stopped investing for no reason. Continue this project, but the altar is an extremely intelligent system that can operate by itself, and it attracts more and more players, and the scale is getting bigger and bigger. So, it is not so much that Chauvin wants to abolish the project, it is better that they want to make the altar savage growth."

After speaking, he smiled, "But Chauvin itself is notorious enough. Those quick-acting drugs and biotechnology, so many volunteers are recruited every year, who would dare to say that there is no heinous human experiment behind it."

An Wujiu thought of what Yang Ce said, the executive director of Chauvin's company is not only the core of the human innovation plan, but also the main investor of the altar.

If the altar is really a hotbed of sacrifices to summon a certain god, sacrifice is his purpose. What is the innovation plan?

Isn't the original intention of innovation the self-help action of human beings?

Shen Ti suddenly said, "You called us here, it's not like you suddenly developed friendship with us, let us listen to you talk about your tragic love story, and then go back to sleep."

Hearing what he said, Zhou Yijue laughed, squinting his eyes like a fox, "Of course not."

He raised his hand and showed the number on the back of his hand to the two of them, "You probably have found out, except for the two of you, everyone is 98."

He obviously wanted an explanation, but An Wujiu couldn't give a clear statement, so he could only remove Shen Ti first, "He is special, you can understand that he is a bug in the altar."

Zhou Yijue was not satisfied with this statement, but it also made sense. He really did not like this Shen Ti anywhere.

"I myself am looking for the reason why I am different." An Wu Jiu said sincerely, only told Zhou Yijue that he felt that the altar was not entirely composed of artificial intelligence, there are many things in it that cannot be explained by the existing technology.

Having played against An Wujiu, Zhou Yijue can tell whether he is lying or not, feeling that An Wujiu is still honest, although he has some reservations, his attitude is good.

So he put down his hands and told An Wujiu, "You are very close to what I think, and I don't think it is pure technology."

"But one thing happened before, I think it may be related to the current number." Zhou Yijue said, "I logged out of the system after the second mission, and I only completed two copies of the game at that time. I remember that at that time. At the group meeting, a colleague reported a problem about library backup. One of the colleagues said that this model has the ability to back up and repair itself, so don’t worry. I was curious about this self-building framework, so I went to the developer to read it. A glance at the source code."

"I remember very clearly, a lot of models have been copied at that time." Zhou Yijue stared straight at An Wujiu.

"The number of the original model is 0, and the replica has 99. The number on the back of your hand is exactly 99."