Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

"Who the hell are you talking about...?"

Chen Yan's short-circuited brain recovered in an instant. Everything that the synaesthetist sensed - Chen Yan didn't even know how the synaesthesia sensed such "secret" and completely clueless information from his words. He became very confused at this moment. He thought to himself, could it be that what synaesthesia perceives is not just emotions and memories?

——While feeling so confused in his heart, synaesthesia told Chen Yan a clear answer—he was talking about wishes.

He was very nervous and didn’t know why the guest, this naturally born data life, would see such a scene in his dream. The fact that he had a dream showed that his brain was based on the unique architecture of the Turing chip that was different from the mimetic neural network. The structure is not much different from the function of the human brain - he told his dream with such certainty, which shows that he is sure of the authenticity of the dream.

But how could a dream be real?
Even [Lucid Dreaming 2.0], which is the closest to a dream in the world, only simulates a sufficiently realistic dream through data algorithms, rather than creating a dream world that actually happens.

As if he felt what Chen Yan was thinking, the guest actually changed into Tianshenzhou dialect and said to Chen Yan:
"I don't know that Zhou's dream is Hu Die Yu, and Hu Die's dream is Zhou Yu?"

When Chen Yan heard this sentence, his brain short-circuited again.

The guest asked again:

"When was the last time you heard this?"

When……

When Chen Yan heard this question, he had already started to search his memory, but in any case, the vague and unclear memory did not contain the fragment of the last time he heard this sentence.

But if I have never heard this clip, why do I still have a familiar memory of it?

Chen Yan couldn't understand, so he suddenly raised his head and looked at the crow:

"Did you hear that?"

The crow's eyes were blank:

"No? What do you mean?"

Chen Yan lowered his head again and looked at the guests on the operating table with a solemn tone:

"Your mother also told you this."

It's an affirmative tone.

The guest’s eyes are calm:

"Yes."

Some memories from the past flashed through Chen Yan's mind like a slideshow, but there was no picture related to this sentence.

Why would synesthetes have a vague memory of this phrase if I've never seen it used?
"You just said...where is she?"

The guest closed his eyes, stretched out a hand into the air like a dancing master, frowned, and his expression was slightly distorted.

"She...entered the ruins of a fluorescent steel jungle, escaped the hail of bullets in the ruins of civilization, stepped into a bloody and dirty darkness, and then quickly rose until she entered a factory..."

Jungles, ruins, ruins, factories...

Chen Yan made up these vague pictures in his mind, but he could never condense an exact scene. These descriptions were so vague that even if he knew them, he couldn't determine a relatively accurate coordinate.

After two seconds of silence, Chen Yan took out the phone and dialed Osmandis' number.

After the call was connected, Chen Yan was not polite to him and said bluntly:
"I have something urgent. I want to know, if I only know a few vague scenes and the identities of the people I know in the scenes, can I find her coordinates and see her situation with your eyes? "

The harsh background sound of tram wheels rubbing against the tracks came from the phone. Fortunately, Osmandis's voice was still clear despite the noisy background sound:
"That's not what I said. The method of determining the coordinates of a person is different from the method of determining the coordinates of an object. You need to know [who] this person is - at least the name, know [what this person is doing], and know [where] this person is. , knowing where this person is going and [what she is about to do] - these five pieces of information, as long as you know three of them, you can see her situation with your eyes.

The more accurately you know, the clearer you see.

But if the knowledge is inaccurate, the field of vision may be greatly deviated, and you may even see someone who is not the person you want to see.

You need to focus on your eyes, have a strong idea in your heart about tracking the coordinates of this person, and at the same time recall the relevant information about this person in your head - your eyes will activate at this time. "

Chen Yan felt nervous for no reason and responded:
"I know...thank you, let's get in touch again."

He hung up the phone, ignoring the varying degrees of surprise from several people around him, and understood his wish in his heart.

'Wish, spirit of the universe, symbiote of Tidanius...'

He recalled the information the strange visitor had just given.

'She is looking for the reason for the [Apocalypse], and she is moving forward on a road full of difficulties...'

As thoughts kept popping up, Chen Yan still saw the scene in the Z Group's third-floor laboratory in one eye, while a vague layer of mist appeared in the other eye - the Eye of the Asian King began to pursue, and Or search.

After "Who" and "What are you doing" about the wish appeared in his heart, Chen Yan concentrated on the Eyes of the Demihuman King, and the thick mist gradually became thinner, and some shadows appeared in the heavy mist. The shadows look like tall buildings, but they don't look real at all.

'She's about to move on...'

This piece of information was too vague, and Chen Yan couldn't be sure at all, so the fog in the eyes of the demihuman king did not dissipate even a little.

'She...she is in trouble...'

It is also a vague message that cannot dispel the fog in any way.

Chen Yan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He realized that he had to ask for help, so he relaxed his concentration on his eyes.

In the eyes of the demihuman king, the mist covered the sky and the sun. When the mist completely covered the blurry shadow outline, the scene in front of him was completely the scene in the laboratory on the third floor of the Z Group.

Chen Yan, who was sweating profusely, looked at the strange guest beside him who had stood up from the test table:
"Can you give me more precise information?"

The expectation in his tone was close to pleading.

The guest answered accurately:

"I can't dream again. Even if I can dream again, I may not be able to hear my mother's voice."

The incompetence that grew out of helplessness erupted in Chen Yan's heart, and the incompetence soon gave birth to rage.

"I...I have a software! It's called lucid dreaming! Please help me dream again!"

The guest actually noticed the breakdown hidden in Chen Yan's rage. He said to Chen Yan:
"I can't do that."

He told the cruel truth in calm words:
"Lucid dreams are not dreams. Lucid dreams are just a simulation carried out according to one's own wishes, not a natural dream - lucid dreams are artificial creations, not dreams, so I cannot observe things through lucid dreams."

Chen Yan, who was in a state of incompetence and rage, had obviously lost part of his sanity:

"There must be a rough location! Your dreams should be clearer than any other human's, right?! Just tell me what you dreamed about!"

The guest's calmness exceeded Chen Yan's imagination:
"The reason why data using silicon as a material carrier can be called life is because its structure is infinitely close to that of carbon-based organisms. I have the same mental state as a human being who is a carbon-based organism, so my dream It’s not clear, on the contrary, due to the unique architecture of the Turing chip, I am more human than human—my dreams are blurry than human.”

Chen Yan didn't know what to say for a moment, so he opened his mouth and his mind went blank.

Is there no other way?

He suddenly thought of a possibility, so he came to the desk on the other side of the room, opposite the experimental table, and took out a piece of white paper. He forced himself to calm down. Facing the white paper, some intense emotions surged in his head. thoughts.

'Tidanios, also known as the cosmic shimmer... is transliterated as [Sun God] in some civilizations...'

He tried his best to recall the information about Tidanios, and at the same time, the scene under the Brinzhut in the Tiger Zone of Byron Weiss Zoo appeared in his mind. The huge sleeping figure of Tidanios suddenly came into his mind. In the eyes of the demihuman king, a high-resolution picture that is extremely clear and can even see every hair clearly appears.

'There is another soul in Tidanius' body, the spirit of the universe, the one who pursues the truth, the one who is trapped, the one who seeks [Apocalypse] but cannot find it... Desire! '

Suddenly, as if he sensed Chen Yan's gaze, Titanius, who had fallen into madness, opened his eyes!
The pair of golden pupils that were as perfect as the sun came into contact with the eyes of the Eye of the Demihuman King, and Chen Yan fell into its fiery and bright golden pupils.

There seemed to be an endless fall, which after a while turned into fear.

Chen Yan still had hope at first, until the falling time became longer and longer, and the surrounding space became darker and darker, until 10 minutes... 1 hour... 1 month... 100 years...

After hundreds of years of falling, Chen Yan's collapsed mentality gradually turned calm. During this absurd waiting, he almost forgot the reason why he fell here.

until a voice sounded——

'Got you. '

It's Osmandis's voice!
Yes!Osmandis and I share the same vision!He saw something was wrong with me!

After Osmandis' voice sounded, another 35 years had passed, and the darkness in front of Chen Yan suddenly began to regress - the speed of light regressing was at the same speed as the propagation of light, much faster than the speed of his fall. Almost the next moment he reacted , has returned to the Z Group's office.

He put down the white paper in a daze, and turned to look at Crow, Thomas Gilbert and the strange guests who were still standing by the experimental table with an even more dazed look, realizing that he had only been away for a moment.

'I cannot find a wish through Tidanius. '

The valuable knowledge gained from this sinking came to Chen Yan's mind.

'Even after hundreds of years, I still can't reach the location of the wish. The wish is obviously not in the deeper world, she is...in an inaccessible place...she is in the BIOS! '

Chen Yan suddenly felt a rush of blood rushing to his forehead. He picked up the white paper again, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and roared out the "where" of his wish in his heart with full anger.

'B! ——I! ——O! ——S! '

The next moment, a blazing light that no one could see bloomed in the eyes of the demi-human king. Chen Yan suffered from severe burning pain and wailed, "What the hell are you doing!" ' I opened my eyes desperately amidst the miserable scolding, and finally saw a clear picture in the firelight——

On a lawn covered with brown grass outside the rusty factory with thick smoke billowing like an apocalypse, a pieced-together garbage aircraft rested here. A girl holding a crowbar was walking towards the aircraft from the factory gate.

Chen Yan concentrated his attention again, focusing his eyes again amidst Osmandis's cursing voice, and finally saw the figure in the cockpit of the aircraft——

Yes……

Is it the third...third uncle? !

Chen Yan's worldview was shattered at this moment.

what's the situation? !

He forced his eyes to focus for the final time. When he could see the man's face clearly, he was finally able to confirm that the man was not his third uncle——

That person is not Liang Ansheng, but Miao Shuisheng!
What is he going to do? !

The acquired vision was quickly burned by the flames. Chen Yan fell to the ground in pain, rolled a few times, and fainted.

……

……

At this moment.

Days Island, Pier.

Miao Shuisheng stood at the bow of the ship, staring at the mechanical beehive that had "half its head cut off" by the typhoon. He lowered his head and spat out the coffee grounds that he had accidentally eaten into his mouth. He frowned at the few coffee grounds remaining at the bottom of the cup. Frowning, he threw the coffee cup into the water.

In the process, he inevitably saw aquatic life floating on the water - a large number of dead fish of various types, broken corpses of sea creatures, various large fish torn into pieces...even vines Even organisms as vigorous as pots were not spared, filling the entire sea surface like large dark-colored plastic garbage.

Most of the Daisi Island Pier was destroyed, and Miao Shuisheng's ship was not immune. If it hadn't been heavily anchored in advance, it would have been swept up into the sky by the typhoon like most other ships, and then smashed to pieces.

Miao Shuisheng stared at the mechanical hive in the distance, and had given up on returning to the mechanical hive. He had not yet decided where to go next, because there was a strange thing that was causing him insurmountable troubles.

Last night, Miao Shuisheng had an uncontrollable lucid dream.

It had been a long time since he had had an uncontrolled lucid dream, and this time he was not only unable to control it, he couldn't even wake up from it.

The dream begins with a phone call.

After entering the dream, Miao Shuisheng appeared in a room he had never seen before. Being from a gang, he immediately recognized that it was a private room within the gang. He opened the ledger on the table and found that the calculation method in the ledger was actually It's still the type he's familiar with.

He walked out of the room and came to a very tacky light-polluted lobby. He ignored the "cyborg" gangsters huddled in the corner half dead and didn't know if they could be called human beings. Then he walked straight out of the lobby and saw something he had never seen before in his life. The miserable scene——

The city hanging upside down in the sky has been completely rusted, but its original grandeur can still be seen. The maniacal laughter and roar of engines that occasionally appear in the city are harsh and irritating.

Under the city are layers of cities - layer after layer, layer after layer, like an endless abyss!
Suddenly, the phone rang in Miao Shuisheng's pocket.

He took out what looked like a smartphone, turned it on with unexpected proficiency, put it to his ear, and said something uncontrollably:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Just stand still and don't move. I'll pick you up."