Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 179 Is Your Creation
Almost at the same time, everyone looked at Liu Lan, the technician lying on the bed and connecting the equipment.

Liu Lan's breathing was steady and even.

The surrounding medical teams were also ready to rescue Liu Lan at any time, but they were useless.

After inspection, Liu Lan's condition was normal, as if she had hung up while playing a game.

The violent brain wave fluctuations that occurred in gamers last time did not appear in Liu Lan.

While the people around him were confused, they were also secretly thankful that nothing went wrong with Liu Lan.

Otherwise, if the player is not rescued, and a professional technician is folded in, the accident will be serious.

At this moment, Liu Lan's message appeared on the screen, and everyone looked at it with bated breath:
"I have successfully hunted down Elizabeth, and the process was unexpectedly smooth. This artificial intelligence has not shown how powerful it is. Also, my companion Yu Shunjiang is a bit weird. Anyway, the mission is finally completed."

Everyone was stunned.

Xia Zhi was surprised and said:
"Isn't this Liu Lan's previous message? Her mission when she first entered the game world."

Han Yuanchao recalled the previous message and responded to Xia Zhi:
"Yes, not a single word is bad."

At the same time, the rest of the technicians called up the time stamps of the two passages, which were separated by an hour.

The words that seem to be copied are indeed words that appeared after Liu Lan's character died.

Xia Zhi said to himself:

"Now Liu Lan is obviously fine, and she has played Justin again. No, there may be a different role."

Someone answered:

"Will Liu Lan fall into the vortex of the plot, and her consciousness will be fainted by artificial intelligence?"

"It's possible, call Liu Lan out."

Under the wake-up procedure prepared by the technicians in advance, Liu Lan slowly regained consciousness. She looked at the person in charge Han Yuanchao and asked:

"Brother Han, what's the matter? I've already killed the artificial intelligence, has the player recovered?"

As she spoke, she turned to look at the player in the hospital bed not far away.

Seeing that the player is still addicted, she frowned and asked:

"How is this going?"

Han Yuanchao didn't know how to explain it, so he vaguely said:

"It's a bit complicated here. Elizabeth is most likely not the artificial intelligence we are looking for."

Liu Lan opened her mouth, and finally whispered okay. She seemed to remember something, looked at Yu Shunjiang next to her, and asked:
"Why hasn't Lao Yu come out yet? Is he still on mission?"

Han Yuanchao nodded:
"Yu Shunjiang seems to have discovered something in a dream and is investigating."

At this time, Yu Shunjiang finally sent his message:

"We rest

But was strangled by sleep by nightmares
we wake up
Wandering thoughts pollute the clear sky

we feel we imagine we think

we used to laugh and we used to cry
sometimes we bother

sometimes throw away all worries

All things are like this - sorrow, joy, sorrow, fleeting

Tomorrow will never be like yesterday
how everlasting
Only impermanence remains in the world"

Seeing Yu Shunjiang reciting poems here, everyone was at a loss.

Han Yuanchao explained:
"Yu Shunjiang must have discovered something, but he doesn't know if it will be hijacked and tampered with if it is transmitted directly, so he uses this encrypted method to tell us."

Xia Zhi asked:

"Wake up Yu Shunjiang directly, and we'll know if we ask him?"

Xia Zhi gave the order, and Han Yuanchao called the technicians to perform the wake-up procedure on Yu Shunjiang.

After a while, Yu Shunjiang also woke up. As soon as he saw Han Yuanchao, he eagerly reported the situation:
"Brother Han, the player diary we have been seeing was not recorded by the player. It was automatically generated by artificial intelligence. My previous message was deleted by it."

Han Yuanchao nodded, glanced at Dong Liang next to him and said:
"We already know that, by the way, how did you know it in the dream?"

Yu Shunjiang responded:
"Because I saw the player himself."

"Huh? Isn't the player himself killed? It's that Elizabeth."

"Yes, the player is indeed Elizabeth, but she was not killed"

Liu Lan interrupted Yu Shunjiang's words and insisted:

"Elizabeth is indeed dead. I killed it with my own hands. I used a long sword. On the eve of Elizabeth's wedding, her fiancé vowed to find me for revenge."

Yu Shunjiang shook his head and said:
"In your plot line, Elizabeth died, but in my plot line, Elizabeth did not die."

Han Yuanchao couldn't bear to ask Liu Lan again:

"You killed Elizabeth, why did William die? And why did William's death depend on you?"

Liu Lan showed a confused expression at this moment:
"What do you mean? What happened to William?"

"what?"

Xia Zhi looked at Liu Lan and said:
"Weren't you sentenced to hanging for William's case? Elizabeth will pay it back to you in court."

At this point, Xia Zhi also realized that something was wrong.

Liu Lan said that she killed Elizabeth, but the result was that William died, and Elizabeth asked her to intercede with the judge, which is not the same thing at all.

Liu Lan said at this time:

"I don't know what you guys are talking about. I killed Elizabeth and was looking for the player character while fleeing. Then I was awakened by you. I was walking in the mountains."

While speaking, Yu Shunjiang turned around and saw the message on the screen, and said with a smile:

"What the hell is this?"

Halfway through the speech, his face froze because he saw that the person who left the message was himself.

He responded immediately:
"This is not my original words, that artificial intelligence is really a dog, please delete or change my message."

Just when Xia Zhi was about to ask Yu Shunjiang what happened in the plot, the player diary was updated on the screen:

"As the sun was setting, we passed the Drance River and looked at the winding up, through the mountains and valleys and the hills and ravines.

Here, the Alps came closer to the Great Lakes, and our boat approached the Alpine trough, which forms the eastern foothills of the mountains.

Looking into the city of Ivien, you can see that the steeple of the church is covered by the branches, shining in the setting sun, and behind the steeple are layers of continuous mountains.

The wind that had been blowing our boat along the way, died down to a breeze at sunset.

The gentle wind blows, blowing ripples on the lake, and the branches sway gently with the wind.

As the boat approached the lake shore, the breeze brought the refreshing and intoxicating fragrance of flowers and plants.

We landed as the sun dipped below the horizon.

As soon as I set foot on dry land, those worries and fears came back to me and will always control me, like a shadow.

It was eight o'clock when we landed.

We took a walk by the lake for a while, admiring the afterglow of the sunset, and the dusk was heavy.Then we came to the hotel and looked at the beautiful lake and mountains through the window.

The lush woods and overlapping mountains gradually disappeared in the night, only showing a faint dark outline.

The south wind gradually flattens, and the west wind rises suddenly.

At this time, the moon has risen to the mid-heaven and began to tilt westward.

Pieces of floating clouds quickly shuttled across the sky, blocking the brilliance of the moon from time to time, and showing the ever-changing skylight and cloud shadows on the lake.

At this time, the water of the lake began to rise, the surface of the lake was blown up and down by the wind, and the waves rolled.

Suddenly, a heavy rain poured down from the sky.

During the day, my heart is always at peace, but when the night has blurred all things in nature, my heart can't help being uneasy.

I was restless, holding the pistol hidden in my chest tightly with my right hand, looking around, any sound would make my heart tense.

But I have already made up my mind, I will never give up my life easily, and I will never back down easily if I don't fight my deadly enemy to the death.

Elizabeth had noticed the tension in my heart, and watched me silently for a while.

There might be something in my eyes, and she felt the horror in it.

Trembling, she asked me, "My dear Victor, what is it that makes you uneasy? What are you afraid of?"

"Oh! It's okay, it's okay, honey." I replied,

"As long as it gets past tonight, everything will be all right. But tonight is dreadful, very dreadful."

I spent an hour in this state of mind.

Suddenly, I realized how terrible the fight I was waiting for was going to be for my wife!

So I begged her earnestly to rest, and I intended to wait until I had a better idea of ​​the enemy's situation before returning to her.

Elizabeth left me and went back to the bedroom.

And I inspected all the aisles in this hotel up and down, and also checked every corner where the enemy might hide, but I didn't find any trace of him.

I was trying to conjecture, with a little luck, that some accident might have prevented the devil from coming to carry out his promise.

Suddenly, I heard a shrill, piercing scream.

The scream came from Elizabeth's bedroom.

As soon as I heard the cry, my arms immediately limp and drooped, and every muscle and nerve in my body couldn't move—I instantly understood the devil's intentions.

I could even feel how the blood all over my body was flowing in my veins, and the tips of my toes and fingers were numb, but this state only lasted a moment.

The screaming continued and I rushed into the house immediately.

OMG!I'll just die on the spot!

Why am I still alive to tell how my best hope and the purest life on earth was destroyed?
Elizabeth was lying motionless on the bed, her breathing had stopped.

Her chest was pierced by a sword, and the bed sheet was stained red with blood donation, like a delicate rose in full bloom, which bloomed at the cost of Elizabeth's life.

Her head was hanging on the edge of the bed, her face was pale, her facial features had been deformed, her hair was loose, covering half of her face.

Now, no matter where I turn my head, the same image always emerges in front of my eyes-the pair of bloodless arms and the limp body after being killed.

After witnessing such a tragic situation, how can I still survive to this day?God, the person who hates his own life the most lives the longest and cannot die even if he wants to.I just lost my memory for a moment - I fainted and lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found that I was surrounded by hotel guests.All of them looked terrified, as if they couldn't even breathe.But the fear they showed was just scratching the surface of the surface for me, and it was nothing compared to one ten-thousandth of my inner feelings!
I pushed them aside, and ran back to Elizabeth's room—my love, my wife, who had not long ago been alive, so dear, and precious to me.

Her body had been moved, and it wasn't in the pose I had just seen.

Now, as she lay there, with her head on her arm, I might really have thought she was only asleep, had it not been for a square kerchief covering her face and neck.

I jumped at her and hugged her eagerly.But her stiff, cold body reminded me that what I held in my arms was no longer the Elizabeth I loved and regarded as a treasure.

Just when I was clinging to Elizabeth in pain and despair, I suddenly raised my head - the window in this room was originally closed, but now I saw the pale and dim moonlight shining in through the window, and I unconsciously felt sad in my heart. A chill.

It turned out that the window pane had been opened, and through the wide open window, I saw the most ferocious and abhorrent figure.

The horror of that look is beyond words.

I yelled at it furiously:

"No matter where you are, I will find you and kill you!"

"

Seeing this, Liu Lan's face changed suddenly.

Her voice trembled a little:
"I was the one who killed Elizabeth. I escaped through the window and met Elizabeth's fiancé, the person who wrote the diary. That's what he told me at the time."

Before anyone could respond, the ambulance personnel suddenly discovered that the player playing the role of Elizabeth was in critical condition.

In just a few minutes, he fell into brain death.

"Why is Elizabeth dying now, why the delay?"

"The player's diary is only updated now, and what is updated is what happened before, and it has nothing to do with the delay."

"Nonsense. As soon as Elizabeth died, something happened to the player. It obviously happened at the same time!"

"Is there a possibility that the different plot lines mentioned by Yu Shunjiang are actually caused by different timelines. In consciousness and dreams, the sense of time is actually different from reality, and it is not restricted by the law of causality. What I do now affects It’s not the present, but the past or the future of the plot line?”

Xia Zhi was surrounded by the discussions of technicians, he sighed, he had some things that he needed to verify with Robert face to face.

But Robert is now defecting and can't find anyone at all.

At this time, he remembered the Robert bionic man he had met in the Metaverse, and he immediately connected to Zhixia Technology's Metaverse, and found Robert in the dilapidated stone house.

At this time, Robert was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine, and muttering words:

"Thundering waterfalls echo in my ears,

Like a surging passion in the heart;
Towering cliffs and dark, dense forests
Their colorful and varied shapes

It was all my desire
An emotion, a bit of love

No thought is needed to give them charm

Just feel it with your heart, or with the intuition of your eyes"

The tone of the poetry is the same as the subtitles of artificial intelligence.

Xia Zhi's suspicions in his heart began to be slowly confirmed. When he saw Robert, he directly asked him what he wanted to know most:

"That artificial intelligence is you, isn't it?"

Robert raised his head, showing a deep frown, and said with a chuckle:

"No, it's your creation."

Xia Zhi was taken aback for a moment, and asked back in surprise:
"Is it the artificial intelligence of Zhixia Technology?"

(End of this chapter)