my avatar drama

Chapter 378
"The reason that is pushing you to continue now seems to be no longer just to have better conditions for yourself." Just after the tent was completely quiet, the double voice of the coffee machine sounded again.

"The original intention was like this, but after gradually working on it, I unconsciously took more for myself."

"Is this suicidal?"

"If I fail, that's it. But if I succeed, it doesn't matter whether I live or not, I can help others live to death." Shen Yuezhi was in a stable mood.

The coffee machine was silent for a while: "Are there many people like you among human beings?"

Shen Yuezhi suddenly became a little shy, and his hands were a little at a loss: "There should be a lot, everyone just lacks an opportunity to do it boldly."

"..." The coffee machine fell silent.

"If I succeed, will it make you change your mind?" Shen Yuezhi asked curiously again.

"The person I observe is not just you, but a group of people centered on you and even the entire status quo. The group of spiders and the people above this city are all covered by this."

"That's right." Shen Yuezhi understood.

"However, perhaps your behavior can indeed be regarded as a reference."

Shen Yuezhi looked happy.

Although he still has doubts about this coffee machine that claims to have the ability to determine the survival of human beings, Shen Yuezhi is still in awe of most things in this world.

The coffee machine is not difficult to talk to, and even when it doesn't involve too in-depth topics, it is a very good companion to chat with.

Although it is just a coffee machine, it has a considerable amount of knowledge reserves. Chatting with it is like facing an unknown netizen who is well-read and thoughtful.

He didn't know what the coffee machine thought, but Shen Yuezhi still regarded it as a friend.

It may have dangerous ideas, but if he can make a little effort to correct this idea, it should be better.

"However, my origin is by no means a 'good thing' in the human definition." The coffee machine added again.

"My final judgment may inevitably be on the side of destruction. This world is not friendly to human beings. If I say that the world after destruction will be better, what do you think?"

Shen Yuezhi shrugged and said without hesitation: "Even if it is really better, most people definitely don't want to be destroyed."

"Ugly entreaties and struggles will lead human beings to the other extreme. People can only rely on mutual restraint to ensure that evil will not break out, but good intentions can only be spontaneous."

"Yes, but what can be done? Human beings are just a group of ordinary yet extraordinary beings."

"It is indeed a remarkable thing that human beings can stand on the ground through various reactions such as physics and chemistry." In this regard, the coffee machine gave affirmation.

"Do you have any companions?" Shen Yuezhi asked curiously.

"Yes, they are also observing people in this city, but I am different from them, so I cannot reconcile with them for the time being."

"why?"

"They will interfere with my judgment. The reason why I am a leader is because I can temporarily maintain a relatively objective perspective on you, but my compatriots cannot temporarily."

"They already have a position." Shen Yuezhi wanted to understand.

"Yes, so I need to be more discerning of my thoughts." The coffee machine said calmly.

After a long silence, Shen Yuezhi suddenly found that the coffee in the cup had been drunk.

"Please refill your glass."

"Is it still black coffee?"

"Can you make a latte?"

"It's not impossible."

……

Just when the outside world was in full swing because of various things, the stronghold of the Baimu sect that had been wiped out had already been wiped out.

The huge mansion was silent, and the church where countless people once gathered was empty, and the blood inside had already dried up, leaving that fear here forever.

The remains of various corpses have been roughly cleaned up, but the remaining pieces of meat and eyeballs that still look fresh can still be seen on the lawn outside.

Because of the weird atmosphere here, the surrounding underworld forces let this excellent territory around them not occupy it for a while.

Even if you stand in the distance and look at it from a distance, you will always feel something staring back.

Even breaking the world can't stop people from being afraid of "ghosts".

Everyone felt that this place was unlucky.

In the depths of the mansion...

"Tsk, the clues here don't match up. If he is a prisoner, what's going on with that woman? I don't know how to solve this mechanism. Who is so idle to set up such an underworld mechanism for the door of the room at home?" Lock it!"

Strange voices kept coming.

Footsteps sounded from the corridor outside the door, and finally the door was pushed open, and it was Tamu-ko who pushed the door and entered.

As soon as he entered, he saw an abstract painting on a whiteboard, as well as a large number of sticky notes and arrows.

"You haven't cleared the level yet. I told you that I can give you some hints." Brother Dome said coldly.

"No! I must rely on my own intelligence to pass the level!" Mehta, who was thinking, raised her hand to stop the multi-purpose words, and said righteously.

Brother Tome was helpless, so he didn't bring up this topic again.

In the carnival, all kinds of Wanyi brainstormed and created various scripts for the participants to perform day and night. The types of scripts can basically be divided into two categories: decryption and combat.

Combat scripts are the choice of most people, but the decryption category is also very marketable after the income is increased.

For those who need carnival to help them develop, they will undoubtedly choose the scripts they are good at.

However, Mehta is obviously not the type with a very bright mind, but after experiencing it a few times, he became obsessed with the feeling of deciphering the reasoning script.

So keen to challenge such a copy.

It is conceivable that they hit a wall again and again.

He passed some simple scripts by mistake, but when the difficulty increased, he was also forced to get stuck, and he had to think for a long time every time he got stuck.

When Brother Dome got tired of listening, he would want to remind him to open a back door or something.

But Mehta's temper came up. At first, it seemed that he was not the one who still wanted Brother Dome to help open the back door.

Anyway, it ended up like this.

He probably just regards the carnival as a place to indulge himself and pursue hobbies. Mehta even gave himself a "car card" and played the role of himself in many scripts without identity premise.

It was a down-and-out musician, a failed band member, who was looking for his inspiration in each script.

Sounds like a thing.

Duomu threw a few rolls of newspapers on the table next to him and said, "Look at this, a lot of things happened on the other side of the city while you were addicted to the game."

Hearing this, Mehta also turned the whiteboard around, put his thoughts aside for the time being, and picked up the newspaper that Brother Tome brought to read.

After a while, Mehta couldn't help laughing out loud: "Haha, it can be seen that the homeless tide is working as everyone expected. The Silver-Gold Union is probably the most distressed, so good."

"Spider God is taking this opportunity to promote and expand. Although they broke up with a backer not long after they got up, they are clearly prepared."

Brother Dome also handed over the information collected by himself from recent investigations to Mehta.

In this city, Mehta is currently his immediate boss.

Although there are currently only two of them in this sect.

"Wow!" A hoarse crow called, and a crow with only one eye flew out of the window, the other eye was empty, and a white bandage was tied on its body.

Well, three to be precise.

This familiar creature is a little "survivor" that Mehta and Tomogo found when they came back to clean up the mess.

Brother Tomu tried to treat him, but he did not expect to survive, and now he ran away with Brother Tomu. It would be nice to have a high-altitude perspective when looking for information.

Meta glanced at the crow with a smile, and returned to Brother Dome after reviewing the information: "Spider God is actually planning to evacuate this empty island? It is really decisive. It has just developed, and the momentum is just right."

"It's because it's so good that it's easy to be shackled by the authorities. They can be regarded as breaking up immediately, and they don't give up completely. There are many underworld forces in this city that have already become their pawns."

Brother Duo Mu changed the dressing for Cyclops and checked the wound.

He said in a low voice: "The bandage should be untied tomorrow, and he is recovering well."

"Wow!" The One-Eyed Crow nodded and lowered his voice.

Then Brother Dome continued: "The newly promoted Bishop of Eight Eyes named Lucas is a bit tricky, but he doesn't plan to fight us for the time being."

"Ah, I know that guy, he made his mark before we went down and gave us a lot of trouble." Mehta remembered.

But suddenly, Mehta frowned again: "Speaking of which, the time he became famous and your active time in the church seem to be quite similar."

He looked at Brother Dome suspiciously.

"Don't think too much." Brother Tomu said coldly.

"Who made your organization seem to be everywhere? In the words of Dongfang in my previous life, I was bitten by a snake once."

Brother Dome was noncommittal.

Mehta didn't go into the details, but said: "There are many secret supporters of that refugee movement, and even Gui Yiyi secretly contacted them... um..."

Mehta seemed to think of something, pondering.

"What do you think?" Tomogo asked.

"A large number of supporters were contacted, refugees were gathered, and even other refugee groups in the two nearest empty islands were contacted, and Guiyi's abnormally secret intervention was not publicized. The development of this situation should be..."

Meta paused, and expressed his guess: "I want to be independent."

It seemed that nothing else was possible.

It is an act of weakness to cling to the cold silver-gold joint Sky Island Group and beg for their charity.

The fact that the cleaning proposal is still arguing and there is no result is the best proof.

The refugees who have just crossed over are very weak, even with the supporters of the old refugees in the city, they are still no different in the face of the silver-gold alliance.

So it takes a lot of gathering, to unite, to strengthen, to have your own strength.

Coupled with Guiyi's endorsement support...

"This man named Shen Yuezhi is indeed very powerful. In other words, as a refugee who has just crossed over, he really dares. It's interesting." Meta couldn't help laughing.

Brother Duomu said: "But this matter will not go well. There is still a shady man in this city watching this matter, and that shady man wants to get something through this incident."

Mehta thought for a moment, "What do you think?"

"I think we can join in. After you came back, you have been doing badly. It's really boring for me to run around every day. And if Shen succeeds, then Spider God, as the assisting party, will represent Bai Cang and them in a sense. Contact, I don’t think they should be allowed to eat alone.”

Mehta smiled and said, "Well, I think so too."

"What a fart, let's pretend that you have expressed your opinion." Brother Tomu cursed without any ups and downs.

"Wow!" the Cyclops also called out to Mehta.

(End of this chapter)