Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 939 The Return
Chen Yan watched his body fall to the ground through the camera of his mobile phone.

A penetrating wound with a diameter of less than two centimeters ran across the flesh and bones from the mouth to the third vertebrae of the posterior spine. White and red biological tissues were splashed everywhere on the ground and walls.

The wound began to heal quickly, and the tattered flesh and blood coagulated, penetrating through the layer of biological tissue film formed within the wound, and then countless small granulation sprouted out like mushrooms after rain.

The granulation grows and intertwines at a speed visible to the naked eye. These elongated little things form a network in the wound of the penetrating wound. These networks continue to grow until the entire wound is filled, until the wound disappears, leaving only a layer of new skin where the original wound was.

The God of Spring is protecting me, Chen Yan thought.

He watched through the camera of his phone, and the impostor showed no sign of waking up.

Chen Yan finally understood that he was completely dead—as a counterfeit of [Backup], he was completely dead.

’ But he didn’t die because his body was broken. '

Chen Yan realized something in his heart.

'He, like the previous [Backup], denied his own life. '

When Chen Yan uploaded his consciousness through the Internet to the counterfeit's head that had been repaired by the power of Chunshen's strain, all the familiar feelings came back.

Switching from a general-purpose military brain-computer to a carbon-based brain, everything in the real world that appears in front of you seems to be a beat slower, and the colors of the whole world are not so bright.

Chen Yan got up from the floor of the office, instead of cleaning up the blood immediately, he picked up the mobile phone from the floor next to him.

Chen Yan looked at the lit screen of the phone and felt that he was invincible.

The counterfeit died just like that. Although he knew his death, it was too worthless. His brain, which was smarter than Chen Yan, could have made a career—[Lucid Dream 2.0] had collected all the real variables as much as possible, and simulated the real future he could create.

Chen Yan felt sorry.

Regret followed by a hundred thousand vigilance:
The first impostor died easily due to self-denial (when he was about to leave Yanan City), and when it came to the second impostor, [Backup] was almost even more real than the real one.

Chen Yan felt that if Counterfeit No. [-] really did what he did in the lucid dream world, then he was much better than himself, he looked much more decent, and he did things much more beautifully...

It's a pity...he is a defective product.

To be precise, it is [Defective Product].

If [Backup] can make up for that incomplete one day and make life a complete logical closed loop, [Backup] will definitely be able to completely replace him and exist.

Holding the phone, Chen Yan thought of another thing.

To be precise, he obtained some memories of the counterfeit from his own mind.

He picked up his mobile phone and quickly dialed Thomas Gilbert, and after dialing, he said:
"Have you started yet?"

A helpless voice came from the phone:
"Boss, it's been less than half an hour since you called me! How could it start! I haven't even bought the boat ticket to Days Island yet!"

That's good.

"The plan has been cancelled, you can come back, the salary will not be less, and I will transfer it to your account."

The counterfeit entrusted Thomas Gilbert to hunt down the heirs left by the evil god. If the heirs of the evil god were really a group of antisocial lunatics, they would kill them, but this is obviously not the case. Hope is the most obvious example. Apart from surpassing the IQ of ordinary humans, she is no different from normal humans.

Thomas Gilbert's cheerful voice came over the phone:
"You have the final say, Boss Chen."

Thomas Gilbert has always been a very flexible person, and he likes the good thing of getting paid for nothing.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yan called Li Shoucheng again:

"Give up the hunt for Lindsay Robert Darwin."

"What's the problem? There's nothing wrong with it, it just doesn't need to be done."

"Let's meet and talk."

Chen Yan hung up the phone, thinking in his heart, is there something wrong with this Li Shoucheng?As a gang leader, I don't even know the situation clearly, so why are you still talking to me at this time?How dare I kick you out of the group!

Li Shoucheng was not a problem.

Chen Yan looked at the phone.

The problem is the phone.

He recalled Klein's words again, about the Mechanical Ascension Secret Order, about the mobile phone's backup of people... (Chapter 929)
Thinking of this, he already had a decision in his heart——

He grabbed the phone and slammed it to the ground.

"Crack!"

The mobile phone was smashed on the ground, but the screen and body did not deform or detach, but it was directly torn apart into countless small particles like pixels!
These fragmented small particles are not scattered all over the ground due to inertia, but are tightly bound by something - that thing looks like an octopus, but it has no brains, only the tentacles as the body, and the suckers on the tentacles are many times denser than the octopus. It is these suckers that stick the pixel particles, causing them to be disconnected.

Looking at that thing, Chen Yan almost vomited, intensive phobia and unknown phobia broke out in his heart at the same time, and the fragile spirit that had just returned almost lost control.

"Grass!"

Chen Yan couldn't bear to look at it with just one glance, and raised her foot to ruthlessly stomp on the brainless octopus.

With a muffled "噗嗤", a ball of tomato sauce appeared under Chen Yan's feet.

The ketchup was quickly mixed into the pool of blood from the counterfeit's suicide just now, and it was indistinguishable from each other.

Chen Yan was a little flustered. He realized that his actions were too reckless. As a creation of the Mechanical Ascension Society, the [octopus in the phone] obviously had high research value. If he could catch this octopus and ask Wan Blinmersh or Lindsay Robert Darwin to help study it...or contact Professor Lawyer of the Imperial Capital again through the bronze sword and ask him to help take it for research, there will be great discoveries.

Thinking of this, he made a quick decision, picked up a teacup from the desk, pulled out a few pieces of toilet paper, used some toilet paper to catch the octopus that had turned into a ball of tomato sauce, put it in the teacup, and then screwed on the lid of the teacup.

This thing is still biomass in essence, and if it is placed in a teacup, it may become infested with insects due to rot... It must be studied as soon as possible, or it must be frozen.

After Chen Yan finished all this, a little bit of something wrong suddenly appeared in his synaesthesia.

He looked up abruptly towards the door.

I saw an uninvited guest in a black gentleman's suit leaning on the pillar next to the office door. When Chen Yan looked at him, he also looked at Chen Yan, and reached out to caress the gold-rimmed single-frame glasses stuck in his eye sockets.

"Welcome back to the real world."

Andil O'Rigennossen, who had been standing there for some time, looked at the "resurrected" Chen Yan, and did not explain why he was here, but directly explained the purpose of coming:

"After 5 minutes and 13 seconds, an agent of the William Adams Group will come to this office and sign with you a technical support agreement on [Turing Chip] in the first island chain."

He told Chen Yan in a very calm tone:

"I hope you don't sign this agreement."

Chen Yan was not diverted by him:
"Did you come here to tell me this?"

Andil O.R. Genothan simply replied:

"Yes."

Chen Yan is still questioning:
"The signing of this agreement has your share of credit."

I clearly saw that you were trying to bring about a cooperation in that meeting.

So, why make a move that is as contrary to the past as it is now?

Andil O.R. Gennossen did not respond to his doubts, but continued with his own words:

"[Turing Chip] was born from evil, not a purely technological creation, and the arrangement of William Adams Group in the island chain is not simply for business, and cooperating with them will only make you deeper and deeper."

Chen Yan asked:

"How to get deeper and deeper."

Chen Yan did not expect Andil O.R. Genossen to say such words:

"You should own what's your own, not the technology shared with you by the William Adams Group.

However, the underlying logic of the [Turing Chip] is already the pinnacle of chip science, and there will be no breakthrough in chip science for decades. Therefore, once you cooperate with the William Adams Group, you will be lost in the underlying logic structure of the [Turing Chip] in your lifetime—you will enter the logic maze cast by the [Turing Chip], and you will never find your own path. "

Andil O'Rigennossen finished speaking, glanced at his pocket watch, and said:

"It's almost time, and I'm done talking."

After he finished speaking, he turned and opened the door, and left the office.

Chen Yan was hesitating, when he saw Swarm's head sticking out of the door frame, his eyes were full of curiosity.

Chen Yan said angrily:

"Just watch that person come in!"

Swarm aggrieved:

"Sir! The man said that he is here to explain important truths to you. If I don't put him in, what will happen if you don't hear the truth!"

Chen Yan had nothing to say.

His spirit, which has not yet fully recovered, was slightly sluggish when faced with things that needed to use his brain. Recalling Andil O'Rigennossen's words, he probably understood the meaning of the words.

He also understood another thing - Andir O'Norson is just here to remind him and provide him with options, not threats or other actions...

Just to help him make a choice.

It's really strange, why do you want to do this?

During the time that Chen Yan couldn't comprehend, there were already footsteps in the corridor.

He glanced at the distressed ground, walked out of the office with a teacup in his hand, closed the door behind his back, and waited for the visitor at the door.

Appearing at the end of the corridor was a young man who looked really young. He had a strange appearance, which was different from all the races Chen Yan had seen. His strange appearance, which seemed to be a mixture of all races, could barely be considered "not ugly", but it was not good-looking either.

Chen Yan lost his brain and couldn't judge his age. Judging from the undisappeared collagen on his face, he looked like 20 years old at best.

The agent of the William Adams Group is a 20-year-old young man... Then this young man must be named Adams?

While Chen Yan was thinking, the young man came up to him, looked at him carefully from the tip of his hair to the tips of his toes, and then said:
"Hi, I'm Horace."

Hmm... not from the Addams family?
Chen Yan released the synaesthesia, and keenly noticed that the other party was also releasing the synaesthesia to investigate - this young man is also a synesthesia!
In order to avoid the battle of supernatural powers, the two unanimously put away their synesthesia powers.

"I'm here to sign a cooperation agreement with you on the [Turing Chip]."

Horace's tone was blunt, and he didn't have the all-round sense of ordinary agents at all.

Chen Yan even felt that he didn't want to talk to him too much.

Horace took out the printed paper contract, and after hesitating for a moment, he placed the contract on the ground.

He is avoiding synaesthete contact.

Chen Yan picked up the contract from the ground, not looking to save trouble at all, just stood there and spent a full two hours reading through the more than 100 pages of the contract.

Two hours later, Chen Yan held up the contract, pointed to a page in the contract, and said to Horace:

"I don't quite understand this article: Party A (William Adams Group) is obliged to send a completely free training group to Party B (Z Group) to provide training guidance on the scientific logic of chip architecture."

Horace's eyes darkened a little, he didn't know why Chen Yan asked such a stupid question, and replied out of caution:

"This clause means that we will fully teach you the logical structure of the [Turing Chip].

It is worth mentioning that the logical architecture of [Turing Chip] is open source and can be connected to any other chip architecture.

Moreover, the logical architecture of the [Turing Chip] is extensible, and the logic will generate more logic when it is deduced, just like a person who really has life—life will find its own way out, and the [Turing Chip] will also. "

Listening to his explanation, Chen Yan felt a little panicked.

Is this really a fucking chip?
Lindsay...A programmer of Lindsay's level will definitely be able to understand the architecture program of the [Turing Chip]. I will invite him to take a look and let him explain to me what this [Turing Chip] is all about.

With a way to interpret the unknown knowledge, Chen Yan's fear was relieved a little.

Chen Yan asked Horace several times about the part of the contract that he had doubts about, and then signed the contract cautiously.

Horace got the contract, turned around and left.

He walked a few steps, then turned around suddenly, and said to Chen Yan:
"Actually, this document was finalized after careful review by the logistics center and the William Adams Group. It's just a formality for you. Even if you have any opinions, the contract will not be amended."

Chen Yan was not irritated by his remarks, but just nodded:
"I know."

I know I can't change anything, but that doesn't stop me from knowing exactly what they're trying to do.

(End of this chapter)