I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 410 Number one, you have at least three things to say

Dusk bids farewell to people with the beauty of the day.

Elizabeth stood in front of the French windows, admiring another sunset, waiting for the next sun to rise.

Awu appeared behind her.

Without looking back, Elizabeth asked,
"Your dad is busy recently?"

"Correct."

As if reporting work, Awu introduced,
"He would go out every day, chatting with different people on the way, just chatting and saying some inexplicable things. Is it a good thing that no one committed suicide except Michael?"

"I don't know, boy, I don't know."

Elizabeth shook her head and said to herself,
"I never understood your father. Even if you pry his head open, it's hard to understand what he's thinking."

"Are you worried, mother?"

Awu asked tentatively,
"Are you worried that what happened last time will happen again?"

The last time Arthur fell ill, the results were devastating.

He created a new script, uploaded Brave New World, ushered in the peak number of concurrent online users, and also triggered a disaster.

The instigator, Arthur, escaped all sanctions because he was diagnosed as mentally ill.

Of course, being indecisive and mentally ill is an old tradition of loving the Holy Family.

"Last time."

Elizabeth recalled that horrible day, and there was fear in her eyes, like a pebble thrown in a peaceful lake, causing ripples.
"Your father's creative rights have been revoked. He can't create any scripts, let alone upload Brave New World. Instead of worrying about repeating the same mistakes, why don't you check the clearance of the [Paradise Lost] script."

Awu sighed and said helplessly,
"There are still 216 billion people who stay in this script and are unwilling to quit. We have closed the entrance to Paradise Lost, and people quit every day, but the company won't last long if this continues."

"If you can't hold it, you have to hold it."

Elizabeth turned sideways and glanced back at Awu,
"Don't think I don't know what you want to do, let him create another script and bring out all the people in Paradise Lost? You don't really think that he is cured, he is a lunatic, an unreasonable lunatic, you Pin your hopes on a lunatic, to be honest, I really don't know who is more insane."

Awu's face is very bitter, he also has his difficulties.

"Mother, you know, once Dad's illness is cured, what will he face!"

The technology in this world is very advanced, and the laws are also sound.

Mental illness, of course, can relieve some responsibility.

But after the mental illness is cured, the sins committed while awake need to be borne by themselves.

The only thing that is certain now is that Arthur was extremely sober when he wrote the script of "Paradise Lost".

More than half of the world's population is premeditatedly confined to the scripted world, making them fall into cognitive barriers and unable to distinguish reality from virtual reality.
Arthur couldn't bear the charge.

Awu didn't tell Arthur about this, so Elizabeth couldn't hide it.

"That won't let him write scripts anymore!"

Elizabeth's voice hardened,

"It's better to kill him directly! Do you think there is not enough trouble?!"

Awu's lips twitched a few times, as if he wanted to say something, and any rebuttals paled in front of the facts.

After a while, Awu took out a document from his arms and sent it to Elizabeth.

"Actually, there is another solution."

After leaving the documents, Awu turned and left, leaving the choice to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth's Eyes on the Documents - "On Arthur Edward's Plea Deal, Permission to Clone in Exchange for Pardon"

There are already several signatures on the document.

Arthur's own signature, Arthur's son Awu's signature.

With the last signature left, this document will take effect immediately. Arthur can get rid of all charges, and the price he pays is very simple-allowing the Federation to legally clone Arthur.

A stern look flashed across Elizabeth's face, and she threw the document into the stove.

The fire flickered on her face, and a crazy idea grew in the dark corner of Elizabeth's heart.
What if what Arthur said was true?
Is Arthur crazy, or is the world crazy?

Arthur didn't know either.

He was sitting in a coffee shop with a laptop in front of him.

A young man was sitting opposite Arthur, his fingers were shaking rapidly, and every hair on his head was shining with a faint light, very busy.

"No one uses a laptop these days, old man."

The young man finished his work, took out a lollipop,

"Are you really Arthur? Real people are not as handsome as you think."

Arthur didn't justify anything, but asked instead,
"Are you really a hacker? I doubt I have found the wrong person."

"Look at who can't afford it!"

The young man rolled his eyes,

"Anyway, I was the highest level among this group of people back then, and if you don't look for me, there will be no one else!"

Seeing that Arthur still didn't believe it, the young man pinched a lock of hair on his fingertips and introduced,
"See, the external brain is not a cheap product for ordinary people. Explain it in words you can understand. Every hair of mine is a supercomputer. Don't underestimate this thing. An ordinary person can carry ten such hairs. This is already the limit, even if it is a world record, there are only less than 500!"

The young man flicked his hair, and all the strands of hair shone brightly at this moment.

"Now, do you know what I'm talking about?"

"understood."

Arthur nodded,

"You are bald, this is a hair transplant."

young people:
"Anyway, I'm a hacker, and I don't have a wrong nickname. Besides, can you ask other people to help you with what you want to do?"

The young man put a black and white hat on his head and whistled.

It is not an easy task to invade the servers of Brave New World.

Even if it is him, it will take a lot of effort.

Before that, the hacker wanted to talk about compensation.

"I said, what's your name?"

The hacker tentatively asked,
"Grandmaster?"

Arthur said modestly,

"Just call me Arthur, if you don't mind, you can also call me dad."

The hacker automatically ignores the second half of the sentence.

Unable to determine the identity of the other party, the hacker had to change the subject,
"I want to see the Prophet."

"No."

Arthur directly rejected the other party.

The ability to predict is very useful, and Arthur needs this ability.

After leaving Brave New World, Arthur has the abilities of more than 2000 people, and he can use these abilities unscrupulously, but the price will be borne by others.

During this period of time, he has already sent out seven or eight people who were brought out.

However, Arthur still has some key abilities in his hands.

On the one hand, it is for self-protection, and on the other hand, it is also for the smooth progress of the plan.

Release the Prophet in advance, and things will get out of control, which is not what Arthur wants to see.

"Ok."

The hacker changed a condition,
"I'm looking for someone, his name is a hacker, and his technical level is a little bit worse than mine"

"Cannibalism is prohibited."

"I didn't intend to kill him!"

"It's okay to be stupid."

Hacker: .
"I sometimes suspect that maybe we really are the same person."

The hacker's plan fell through, and he could only delay asking for payment.

It's not that he hasn't considered attacking Arthur directly.

However, there is no hope in sight.

Arthur now has at least the abilities of [Sabbath], [Death God], and [Prophet] in his hands.

The combination of these three abilities is a truly invincible creature.

"Look at this glass of water. After I take the glass away, you will forget everything until the next time we meet."

Hearing the familiar and unfamiliar words, the hacker said with emotion,
"This ability is not serious, whose?"

"Forgotten ones, you have asked for the sixth time."

After speaking, Arthur removed the water glass, and the hacker's eyes were slightly dull, and after a short period of slack, he focused again.

He was very surprised why he appeared in this coffee shop.

In the corner, Arthur watched the hacker leave before reappearing.

This is the first meeting between Arthur and a hacker. He needs the ability of a hacker, but more importantly, he needs to protect himself.

This world is more dangerous than Brave New World.

If you die, it will spoil the big things.

Arthur didn't release Grim Reaper, even though Grim Reaper had the ability to bring people back from the dead.

He still doesn't have many abilities left, each one is very tricky, and it will affect the whole body.

However, there is one guy who can be sent out first.
Thinking of this, Arthur walked out of the coffee shop, stopped a taxi, and rushed to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

Cemeteries in this era are very differentiated and can fully reflect everyone's lifestyle.

There are traditional cemeteries and avant-garde ones.

Arthur saw a tomb that showed a person's life in the form of a specimen. Starting from the fertilized egg, every important change and every period was cloned and made into a specimen. Like a slice of life, it was displayed until death.

There are also people's graves with something similar to a QR code. Scan the code to enter, and you can see the most worthwhile thing in his life to show off.

Arthur didn't stop, and walked forward, as if he was looking for something.

Finally, he stopped in front of a grave.

A simple name is written on the tombstone - Pong Yager.

Luden of Shenbang is also Arthur's work, and Pangge is naturally his fictional character.

There are indeed many giants in Shenbang. Arthur mixed several of them together to create Pangge, but the name Pangge is based on reality. Arthur's best friend is also Awu's godfather.

Why is Pang not an immortal?
Regarding this question, Arthur's answer when he was in a fit of madness was that the arrogant Pangge rejected eternal life, and the number of eternal life is limited.

In the eyes of Elizabeth and others, the real reason is very simple. Before Arthur wrote the script, Pang was dead.

The dead cannot live forever.

Arthur's theory when he was ill was full of loopholes, but he was able to make up all kinds of weird theories to fill these loopholes.

Fortunately, not many people believe it.

Arthur knelt down, placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the grave, and whispered, as if talking to his dead old friend.

"rest in peace."

Arthur stood up, facing the evening wind,

"I hope you can find the God of Death to accompany you on the road to Huangquan."

After speaking, Arthur turned and left. As dusk fell, the night, like a pack of running dogs, bit the light and took back the land.

In front of Pang Ge's grave, a blackness gushed out, swallowing the flowers.

Return to silence again.

Everyone has different choices, some choose to travel far, and some choose to stay and look out.

In the Senate House, there was a happy atmosphere.

How to describe the level of the Senate in one sentence?
Number one is the wisest elder here.

He managed to do so, making a raging litter.

Under the leadership of No. [-], many Ludens made rapid progress on the road of the elders.

There is only more pendulum, not the most pendulum.

"The elder among the elders! Here is a notice from you, the director of Paradise Lost informed you to go to a meeting!"

No. [-] threw away the honey water casually, grabbed the notice, and cursed,
"This thing is from a month ago! Why are you telling me now?!"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and start thinking about how to get rid of the blame.

Number One has already been kicked out by cursing.

Now there are only two or three shrimp soldiers and crab generals left in Paradise Lost, which is nothing to worry about.

but,

Then again.

No matter how many people there are in the Senate, they are all pig teammates, so it doesn't matter!

No. [-] rushed back to Paradise Lost in a hurry, met the director who never thought about it day and night, and sent cordial greetings,
"Old guy, he's not dead yet!"

"I won't die if you die."

The director leaned on a cane and motioned for No. [-] to sit down.

"You came just in time."

just?

On the [-]st, I was a little surprised. Wasn't this notice sent a month ago?
Sunday brought two cups of tea, one with honey,
"I just said to send him a message one month in advance, it's always right."

Obviously, he predicted the elders.

Even worse, he was right in his prediction.

Number One rolled his eyes, ignored Sunday's sarcasm, and asked,

"What the hell is going on? I'm busy over there. I mean meetings for several games! I pushed several meetings!"

The principal slowly took out a tablet and placed it in front of No. [-].
"This is the total number of players in Brave New World. Three years ago, when the masters left, there were still more than 300 billion players in Brave New World. In three years, there were only a little over 200 billion players left."

Number One glanced at the data and said casually,

"Abandon the pit, is there something strange?"

"If it's just to abandon the pit, that's fine."

The superintendent continued,

"Luden's cloning speed is also slowing down. How long has it been since your Senate has had a newcomer? Even if you ask, you don't know."

"The real trouble is that there is something wrong with the experts."

Sunday added,

"Experts can't develop a light-speed spacecraft, even if it's a remake of the previous version, and even the spare models in the warehouse are inexplicably invalid."

The population and area of ​​Brave New World has decreased, and the light-speed spacecraft that can escape from this world have also failed strangely.

Four words: internal and external troubles
"Can't you let me live a stable life for the rest of my life?"

Number One sighed, rubbed his face, and decided to make an important opinion,

"What do you think?"

When in doubt, ask others first.

Voting is always the last vote, whichever side gets the most votes.
This is the number one survival rule.

On the bright side, everyone else is his external brain.

"Next time if there is a chance to leave, I will leave Paradise Lost."

The director stared at No. [-] and said in a cold voice,

"Just before I leave, I have one last question that I need to ask you."

With a plan in mind, No. [-] put her feet up on the table,

"You ask!"

No matter what questions the director asks, he will answer no idea!

"I dug up two corpses of Luden in Paradise Lost. One of the corpses is very interesting. He has scars on his neck and his head is turned upside down. According to the surveillance, you buried these two corpses yourself."

The director's gaze was like a sharp arrow, and he nailed No. [-] to the wooden board, unable to move.
"Number one, do you have anything to explain?"

He has at least three sentences to say.

No. [-]'s body was stiff, his hands and feet were cold, and his heart almost stopped beating.

After a while, he choked out a sentence,
"Director, that guy asked me to bring you a sentence"

(End of this chapter)