Chapter 324: Invading brain cells (end)

"You don't belong to my world, nor under my jurisdiction, so you don't have to call my boss." The system sound continued, "My name... 篆颉尊."
"Listening to the name is a superb boss..." The autumn wind whispered.
The cautious meter is to take a pistol from the bag, open the gun's insurance, and look upwards on the alert.
"Retract the useless weapon, the alien traveler." Yan said calmly: "The bullet does not pose any threat to me."
The voice did not fall, a water-silver metal ball about one meter in diameter appeared in the line of sight of the players.
The sphere floated between the top of the bookshelf and the ceiling, slowly moving over to the player's hexagonal area.
The sound of the same voice as the system sound is from the metal sphere: "However, I don't want you to use the vulgar, boring weapons to destroy the books around."
"You are the owner of this 'inference club'?" Feng said, "I used to be trapped in your spiritual world."
"Oh, huh... it’s not clear that it’s stuck there." Yan Zun said: "Your statement is like I forced you to be locked in, and I won’t let you out." He laughed: " But in fact, you are all arbitrarily coming in by your own will, aren't you?"
In this case, the players can't deny it. In the end, this is just a script in the game, and they are all actively coming in.
"Well, it's just that we don't ask for it... Then, what are you going to do now?" Hongjun looked up at the metal fairway in the high place.
"I came here to take away some things." Yan Zun said: "Then, I will politely ask you to leave here." It said. It fell from the air.
The four players were now separated in this hexagonal area, and the metal sphere bypassed the cage and landed in the middle of the four.
In the next second, the shape of the deity changed. From a sphere to an old man in a wheelchair. The old man was wearing a black suit with white hair. His face looked very old and his face was a kind of wisdom and peace.
"This kind of appearance. And the voice..." The voice of Yan Zun has also become a gentle, rich and infectious voice. "Maybe make you more comfortable."
"You are comfortable... basically the same as relaxing your vigilance." Autumn wind said.
"Oh... do you know? The two qualities that you guys are most disgusting with are the aggressive and suspicious." Yan Zun sneered: "If I really want to kill you, when your consciousness comes At this moment, it has been torn into pieces."
"You said that you want to take something away." Hongyi asked: "What is it? We should have nothing belonging to you."
"Neither is nor ..." Yan Zun shook his head and said: "Everyone has a key, isn't it?"
The look of the four people is a change.
"I did get a key in the memory space." The director replied: "But when I came here, the key was gone."
Unexpectedly, the teammates asked: "What? You also got the key to the curse in the memory space?"
"The key to the curse?" The planner suspected, "No, I am calling the key to 'forgiveness'."
Qiu Fengdao: "I also got one, called the key to 'blessing.'"
Hongjun listened to what the three people said, and he did not say much, but simply said four words: "The key to repentance."
I don’t think about it. Then he turned his head and said: "After we came to this real world, all the items on our body have returned to their original state." He paused: "The key you said has disappeared."
"Disappeared? Hehe... Didn't you understand what happened after cracking the 'truth'?" Yan Zun smiled and said: "Here, there...reality, illusion...what is the boundary?"
"You want to convince us... is that the world true?" asked the consciously thoughtfully.
Yan Zun replied: "If I tell you... the fantasy world of the construction of a biological brain. And the so-called real world in which he lives is actually two parallel spaces." His eyes swept each The face of a player, "Which do you think, which world is real?"
"According to your assumptions..." Hongjun said: "Isn't that said. Every one of us who has wisdom is a Creator?"

Why not?
Yan Zun said:
One sand, one world, one flower, one heaven, one tree, one bodhi, one leaf, one.
He said fluently:
Maybe I am with you. It’s just another will. The delusion, our existence itself, is part of a 'screenplay', we are trapped in an endless cycle of conflict and contradiction, death and rebirth." He seems to remember something interesting, pause I sneered, and then said: "Maybe you can't understand it for a while, it doesn't matter. We have time. After I finish it in detail, let's discuss the key."
After Zhai Zun finished this sentence, his entire head suddenly twisted and changed suddenly. Above his neck, he instantly became the image of Holmes, and his voice changed. "Shakespeare has a sentence, often quoted by people. - In the eyes of a thousand people, there are a thousand Hamlet." He raised his hand and pointed at his face: "The Mr. Holmes you just saw is the one in my eyes."
To be honest, the scene at the moment, at least in the eyes of the players, is very weird...
However, Yan Zun himself did not agree. He continued to state: "This man is cold, witty, alert, calm... He has a casual side, but his will is very firm. His appearance is long face, thick eyebrow, black hair, eagle nose Lips. When speaking, it is a standard British language, with a fast speech and a high tone... and his logo is a pipe and a cane."
Having said that, the head of Yan Zun has changed back to the old man's appearance: "And in another person's brain world, the image of Holmes will inevitably be different. Even in Conan Doyle's own spiritual world. Holmes has also been changing. He was a talented consulting detective. Later, it became a phantom that greedy publishers and fanatical readers pursued together, even if he is no longer so good, no People will care."
Feng did not know: "So, every character we met in the test building is the "Hamlet" that you built after reading the original?"
"No, each of them is self-aware." Zun Zun said: "I am not their creator, but I am the Creator of their world." He waved: "As Moriarty Sherlock Holmes and Little Red Riding Hood have told you. In that world, they have their own set of rules. Some things... Even if I want to intervene, it is not that easy."
At this time, the autumn wind interjected: "So... this is like serializing a comic book. In the later period, the author himself may not be able to control the development of the plot."
"Oh... well. Your understanding is much stronger than those of me in the same dimension." Yan smiled.
His words made the players feel amazed. A character in a game, it is normal to spread some of the second two words, but the sentence just now seems to indicate that he fully knows that he is a set of data.
It’s unbelievable that I’ve had several contacts with the derivatives, and he can’t help but wonder: these high-level data. Are they unique and can store memories? Then they are not about the same as the derivatives?
What is most worried about it is that... what kind of actions will these ai really make if they can 'understand' their situation?
Yan Zun is still saying: "But you, in fact, are not as high as you think." He showed a meaningful look: "You have a lot of questions. I have all the answers you want. But Standing on your position, some of the answers you can understand, others can't...
For example... at this moment. The question you are most anxious to ask... How can you get through?

The players are already speechless and they don't know how to respond to this hidden boss. I don't know if this monk is still a boss...
"I can explain it in a way that you can understand, let you make a simple and direct choice, and produce the inevitable result." Yan Zun said: "I can also say the answer that you can not understand, and What kind of phenomenon will it cause?" He spread his hands: "Unfortunately, I don't know. Because only the inferior intelligence creatures, those of you who are imperfect but extremely proud, can find the answer."
"You are the sharpest stick I have ever seen in my lifetime. Please accept my knees..." When the autumn wind spit, it was really awkward.
"Ha ha ha ha..." Yan Zun laughed: "Enough, you still go." The wheelchair under him turned and turned himself into a state of facing the seal: "Billy let me give you a haiku. words."
I didn’t feel it for a second, "Puppet Billy?"
"Yes, he said, this time, even if it is the reward you gave when you escaped."
After a few seconds of thinking, I asked: "You come and let us go, is it because of this?"
Yan Zun nodded slightly: "Otherwise, you have to find a way to get out the keys and find the exit here." He snapped a finger, and four different keys appeared in four players. In front of him, after a pause, he quickly flew to the hands of Yan Zun.
Players naturally recognize that this is the one they got in the memory space.
"I will take it back." Yan Zun pointed to a bookcase, and a book on the shelf fell: "The back door of the club... is open for you."
At this point, the form of Yan Zun changed again and became a white crane in a blink of an eye.
It flapped its wings and flew upwards, and screamed sharply: "I hope you will not come back here again, human." (To be continued)
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