Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 341, sweet honey (wake up)
"Okay." The ex-girlfriend finally reached out and took the hairpin back, "Then the gift you gave me, the piano, do I need to return it to you too?"

I said casually, "It depends on what you want to do with it. You can keep it, and it's okay to throw it away. It doesn't matter what I gave, anyway, it's not very expensive."

"That's fine, then I'll keep it. I've gotten used to it for a long time, but I need to find someone to remodel it. To be honest, the appearance of the broken piano is really ugly. It's really unpleasant to look at. I've long wanted to renovate it from the inside out."

"You can do whatever you want, but if you don't like it, why didn't you say it before?"

"The meaning and liking of a thing don't have to be equal, and although I don't like the style and appearance, when we met, I liked the song you played on it very much. When I saw it, I would always Remember, it's very good..."

The relationship between me and my ex-girlfriend was not guessed by many people. Because of a certain case, the little policeman met the rich daughter and started a marriage entanglement. It was because of an old song many years ago at a music festival. of.

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【sweet…】

【Your sweet smile…】

【Like flowers bloom in the spring breeze...】

【Open in the spring breeze...】

The ex-girlfriend smiled, "It still feels good when I think about it now."

At this moment, Lisa had already arrived, running towards this side urgently, and the child also struggled excitedly, waving at his mother.

"Okay, let's leave it at that, let's talk next time, I wish you can meet your lover in the future."

"Is it impossible for a person to live these days?

"Furthermore, any beloved person is suitable. To me, as long as someone is not as good as you, so righteous, so resolute, and so stubborn and stubborn, I think it's good.

"Okay...let's talk about it next time."

We nodded at each other and passed, and I reached out and handed the baby to his flustered, weeping mother.

Then she took someone to go through the formalities of proof of residence and children's schooling together in this place where she obviously felt uncomfortable and at a loss.

And told her the child's current condition and the next treatment method, and finally explained it in his gratitude, orphans and widowed mothers must be careful, and leave their contact information to inform them if there is anything to contact .

Only then did the mother and son be sent back together.

After finishing all this, I went back to the gate of the police station again.

Looking at the broad building in front of him, it represented justice and justice in a certain sense.

The two colors of blue and white use long lines to outline a bright, clean, and tidy atmosphere. The emblem of the Federation is embellished in it, making the whole place more solemn and majestic.

I took a deep breath and straightened my chest, straightened my body, straightened my collar, brushed my hair, and strode into it.

People with their own goals come and go, the voices of people are full of voices, justice and sin are intertwined, cursing, crying, begging, rampant, laughing, blind transactions, human entanglements, compromise, persistence...

There are also those interrogations that took place across the wall and represent the lowest level of justice...

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"You are Zhang Baoren?"

"Yes."

"Chinese?"

"Yes."

"24 years old?"

"Yes."

"You live at 6 Victoria Street?"

"Yes."

"The black gloves of the old K gang?"

"No, officer, I am a law-abiding citizen."

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【Where…】

【Where did I see you...】

【Your smile is so familiar…】

【I can't remember at the moment...】

【Ah...in a dream...】

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At some point, the whole world suddenly collapsed, and everything including me turned into countless '0' and '1', as if this is the most basic particle that builds the world and the foundation of everything.

Countless numbers are colliding and flowing, turning into a sea of ​​data, endless.

These data contain a person named Zhang Baoren, a collection of all the thoughts even he himself has forgotten since his birth, all the changes of consciousness and subconsciousness.

It can be said that this represents all the most fundamental underlying data of Zhang Baoren.

is his soul.

is itself.

The ocean of data is surging and calculating, and slowly a vortex appears in the center of the ocean, and all the data has been continuously fused and changed since then.

The ocean of data gradually shrank, and countless data gathered together, turning into a talisman that seemed to be made of spiritual light.

Large and small symbols that look like children's graffiti squirmed and flowed on the talisman with a seemingly chaotic but mysterious algorithm.

This is the talisman of the Dao, the light of the soul, the core of consciousness, and the source of data.

It is the foundation of Zhang Baoren's existence, and it is also the result of his practice.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhang Baoren's thoughts appeared along with the squirming calculation of the data on the Taoist talisman, as if he had finally been relieved from all kinds of disasters, expressing a kind of great joy.

"The supreme programming magic method, the data source code of hundreds of trillions of bytes, I have seen and heard it now, and I am willing to understand the true meaning of the Tathagata."

In a single thought, the flash of thought is as agile as a quantum computer, and the complicated memories are like lines on the palm of your hand.

"Cultivation so far has finally entered the gate of the Dao."

"Praise the immeasurable Turing Great Tianzun!"

Daolu jumped slightly, and then the whole person woke up from reality.

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In reality, Zhang Baoren did not wake up suddenly like before, with a split and obvious discomfort as if suddenly lost.

It was as if he finally woke up from a sleep, opened his eyes, his eyes were black and white, clear and translucent, and his face was calm and joyful.

Stretching, he turned over from the bed and sat up, turned his head and looked around, as if it was the first time he came to this world, with endless curiosity.

Dang, who had been waiting by the side, even came up to him, "You are awake, how do you feel? During my examination, your mental fluctuations were abnormally strong, and you even showed abnormal mental fluctuations. It should be a success." Bar!"

Zhang Baoren looked at it after hearing the words, in his eyes it was no longer the same as before, besides the disguised image in reality, it suddenly showed another appearance.

It seemed to be a light cluster exuding a faint light.

If you look closely at it, you can find that the so-called light is actually countless small data symbols, radiating and flowing towards the surroundings.

And through this light, it can be found that its real core is an iron apple with rivets and patches on its body that has been dismantled and put together again just like its original real image.

It looks like a defective product, but the whole is extremely transparent and agile.

It's just that when I saw Zhang Baoren, I understood in my heart that this is the data logic core of Yikou, and it can also be said to be its soul.

(End of this chapter)