Chapter 5: Information Network

Full of belly, Todd fell to sleep by the campfire.
Zhou Qingfeng also wanted to sleep, but he was more afraid of the cold and needed to throw a piece of firewood into the bonfire from time to time to keep the temperature in the cave. He can't throw too much. After all, the night is long, and there are not many firewoods temporarily collected. After it is burned, it will be a big trouble.
The brutal body is strong. Compared to the sloppy Zhou Qingfeng, Todd wore an animal skin and both arms were exposed. This guy didn't even have shoes, he was wrapped in two animal skins under his feet, and he tied them with a rattan.
Compared to the cold, Zhou Qingfeng was more worried about the behavior after dawn. He asked Todd where to go next? The savage man stared with wide eyes and said that he had been wandering everywhere, and went wherever he could fill his stomach.
As for tomorrow's troubles, I'll talk about it tomorrow.
"I'm asking the wrong person." Zhou Qingfeng meditated before the campfire, but had no clue. He asked Todd to take himself to the nearest village after dawn. result
Todd immediately remembered the bad luck of being drunk and caught by the goblin, cursing and expressing the trouble of finding a black heart bastard.
It doesn't look like a solution to the problem.
Tired and cold, Zhou Qingfeng held his head in front of the campfire. The cold wind outside the cave is like a ghost crying and lingering in the middle of the night. He slept very shallowly, pulling his head for a while and waking up until he couldn't stand it.
Deep sleep, the information network as a cheat has finally started.
Before crossing, Zhou Qingfeng was a keyboard cooler of 996 every day, and the one with the most contact was ‘Internet’. When he fell asleep, his consciousness sank into a familiar and unfamiliar environment, and every piece of data flashed in front of his eyes.
These data information from the ground to the sky are divided into different colors such as red orange yellow green blue blue purple. One of the purple information streams was next to Zhou Qingfeng. He wanted to touch it easily, but if he was shocked, his brain hurt.
It was also because of this electric shock that Zhou Qingfeng instantly understood what he saw. This is a believer from a different world is communicating with the gods. Each information flow is like a computer terminal sending a request to the server, and the content of the 'request' is all-encompassing.
Some people pray for wealth; some want strength; some want health; some ask about the whereabouts of the enemy. The different colored information streams represent the 'request' permissions.
The purple color is the highest, and the terminal is often the presence of gods, bishops, fanatics, etc. The server ‘god’ is also the fastest. The communication between the two parties is like doing business. The higher the level, the lower the transaction cost and the larger the transaction volume.
If you want wealth, you can get wealth information; if you want strength, you can get powerful magic; if you want health, you can recover immediately; if you want revenge, you can know the position of the enemy.
In order to get what they want, what do the ‘terminals’ have to pay?
"This feels like blockchain technology!" Zhou Qingfeng sighed. "Each deity's law is different, like a different algorithm. Each believer is a mining machine, which uses its own brain power to solve.
The 'solution' obtained is the power of faith. The stronger the ability, the more avid believer, the stronger the hash power, the more coins are dug out. The happier the is, the more generous the gift is. "
Thinking about it this way, the power of faith is the energy that conforms to a certain rule. It is the keyboard labor of Zhou Qingfeng, the universal currency for transactions between believers and gods. The understanding is unique.
In addition to mining, high-end believers who can eliminate opponents can also please the gods. Or to complete the tasks assigned by the gods is also a way to get the favor of the gods. But chanting-like prayer ‘mining’ is definitely the most common way.
In the transaction 'request', the purple is the least, but the is the most concerned, and it is not allowed to be touched easily by outsiders. Simply put, the defense mechanism is very sound and free of loopholes. At Zhou Qingfeng's level, he couldn't snoop and couldn't intercept it.
"Am I a virus in this alien network?" Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but want to swear. He used to imagine what would happen if he became an ‘Internet Port Scanner’, but now his dream has come true.
But this alien network is too baffling.
"Here, what can I do?" Zhou Qingfeng's eyes turned to the information flow of other colors.
Since purple has the highest grade, the red with the largest number is the lowest.
Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a red information stream, just like a Trojan in the network intercepted a data packet and easily connected to it.
The red information stream has no strict format, no security defense measures, and it does not even target a specific ‘server’, but a broad network broadcast.
This 'broadcast' does not exist in any encrypted form and the information is completely public.
The intercepted message was that a little girl was praying for food.
There was a picture in Zhou Qingfeng's mind. In the cold wind, a ragged little girl was shrinking in the dark street corner. She was extremely thin, with messy hair, black fingers, and begging hard.
"Who can give me something to eat, I'm so hungry."
"Who can save me, I will be frozen to death."
"No matter what the is, pity me. I just want something to eat."
The little girl looked pitiful at most seven or eight years old. Her voice was low, and her request was not answered. The gods in the sky are busy connecting with their closest, most powerful believers.
For little girls
She is not even a believer. She was weak, ignorant, helpless, and of no value. For her crying, even the demons were too lazy to deal with it.
But among the vast beings, the weak need help the most.
Zhou Qingfeng was full of compassion, but what was on hand?
Todd eats the rest of the chicken skeleton. The barbarian ate and chewed. After eating, he was full, and the rest of the chicken skeleton still had a lot of meat, and the discarded chicken offal.
When Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness moved, the chicken skeleton thrown into the cave suddenly disappeared. It ignored the barriers of time and space and appeared directly in front of the little girl.
The chicken skeleton that emerges out of thin air also has the smell of oil.
The poor little girl looked at the food falling from the sky in surprise, held it immediately, and opened her mouth to bite the chicken left on it. She ate fast and eagerly, and the chicken bones would cut through her mouth.
As for how this thing came? The little girl didn't even think about it, because she was so hungry.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't feel hungry, but looked sad. He couldn't help but said, "Slow down, nobody will grab you."
The sound also ignored the barriers of time and space and passed to the little girl's ear. As she ate, she looked up, and there was only the dark night sky in front of her eyes. So she asked weakly, "Who is it?"
"I" Zhou Qingfeng said suddenly, "Little guy, you don't care who I am? Just eat slowly."
The little girl chewed a few more mouthfuls. She was not picky at all, and even all the chicken offal that Todd didn't want to eat. After eating, she looked up at the night sky again, "Is God giving me food?"
"No, I'm just a mortal." Zhou Qingfeng replied, "I heard your prayers, but I can't give you too much."
The little girl was disappointed when she heard it was mortal. She said weakly, "Thank you, you are a good person, and I will pray for you."
The flow of information is interrupted.
Zhou Qingfeng, sinking in the consciousness network, suddenly smiled bitterly, and it seemed that he had little potential to be a stick.
In a human settlement not far from Zhou Qingfeng, in the dark corner of the street corner, a dirty girl was cleaning a chicken skeleton. She didn't let go of the more brittle cartilage and ate everything she could eat.
After eating, she was a bit reluctant to chew the bones. She continued to bite in her mouth and sucked out the bone marrow in her mouth to make full use of it.
My belly is full.
With a long sigh, the little girl sat idly on the corner of the sheltered street, looked up at the night, and asked quietly, "Hey, kind person, are you still there?"
There was no response in the night sky, only the cold wind howled.
The skinny little girl shouted a few times, lowered her head, and tightened her thin, tattered clothes. She thought silently, "I'm full today, what should I do tomorrow? It's getting colder and colder, and I'm afraid I will still starve to death.
But starved to death, I should be able to see my mother, thinking about it and happy. "