Abyss Express

Chapter 391 Act.18 I Will Follow Inseparable

Foreword:

Don't think for whom the death knell tolls, it tolls for you.

— Ernest Miller Hemingway

[Part ① I don't understand]

Waking up from his slumber, Jiang Xueming came to No. 0 Community.

This is probably the first time he has logged into Elysium Space as a foreign visitor, and it will also be the last time.

When he appeared in the virtual space of Xiaoguandong City, he could see a bustling cityscape as far as he could see, with high-rise buildings on both sides, and people coming and going in the streets and alleys. The residents who could not be found in reality were all living in this illusory VR among the cities.

The city and the streets are spotless, and the bright glass of the buildings reflects the mirage of the sun and the blue sky and white clouds. The brilliant sun in the sky casts a circle of halo, which complements the forty-eight-pillared landmark Bodhisattva statue in the distance—that is the black-eyed thousand-handed statue. The Dharma body of the Bodhisattva sits freely.

Xue Ming lowered his head and glanced, and the temporarily woven Morpho suit was gone. In the past, when he was busy in the pond and workshop, he often wore mud-colored overalls and a crew-neck vest. At this moment, he only had these clothes.

The VENOM mechanism on the right arm is still working, and the corundum colorless stone continues to emit milky white light on the forearm. He held his breath, and after a long time, he finally became convinced that he had indeed arrived in the Elysium Space—he didn’t need to breathe here. Oxygen is not required.

At this moment, he still doesn't know who the ghost in his arm is. According to his second brother, there is an instructor named Falcon in the classic human education institution in Shendao City—now he is sent to the Elysium by Falcon, and his body is Handed over to the second brother to take care of.

Xue Ming is not interested in the scenery and contents in the Bliss Space. He has never liked surfing the Internet. Almost immediately after he came here, he thought about getting out of trouble and regaining control of his body. do it?

On the sidewalk near the shop, he found a pedestrian nearby, went up and asked straight to the point.

"Brother, how should I go offline?"

The passer-by asked Jiang Xueming to pat him on the shoulder, but he didn't turn his head immediately, trembling like a dead puppet.

Xue Ming immediately noticed the abnormality, and became vigilant. He walked half a circle along the passerby, and came to him to take a closer look.

Observing the old passer-by from the side, he has a typical Japanese-Korean face, with small and sharp eyes, thin and scattered facial features, he looks in his twenties, wearing a set of casual clothes, with various logos on the wide sweater— — Xueming didn’t even recognize it.

What Jiang Xueming cared about was the abnormal signs of the other party - he had slowly walked around to this old brother, but the other party didn't respond at all, as if his mind was wandering away, and his soul was not here at all.

He lowered his head and looked up carefully, and was surprised to find that the old man's pupils were dilated and his breathing was short, and the soft prosthetic skeleton in the virtual space also simulated the special signs of intense sweating.

"Is this guy on drugs?!"

Jiang Xueming involuntarily took half a step back.

"Right here? On the street in broad daylight?"

His heart was strongly shocked, and his eyes locked on the software module in the hands of passers-by—it was a magazine with the product barcode of the software, and the title of the product was on the pink cover of the magazine.

Xue Ming had seen such titles before. In Lawrence Madison's factory, there were countless similar hormone derivatives.

If he guessed right—just now, this passer-by bought a hormone software from the brain product store on the side of the road. kind of activity.

Eating, drinking, excreting, sleeping in the traditional sense and sleeping in a less traditional sense—divided into rewards and punishments, the brain will secrete different hormones and transmit them to the various sensory organs of human beings.

At this moment, Jiang Xue walked away cautiously.

In the magazine held by this passer-by, the headline on the title page is related to love. The cover girl is a beautiful younger sister with a versatile Internet celebrity face. Presumably this old man is still in a gentle village, unable to escape under the control of hormones.

From a long distance, Xue Ming took a special look at the price of this thing.

Its selling price is four thousand four hundred and ninety-nine pyroxene coins——

——The producer is the software processor of Bliss Space, and its name is [Huangquan].

The product classification on the production information is: the third type of module experience product.

The more granular subcategories are: Dating/Appointment/Close Encounter/Touching/Kissing/Smell.

The duration of the date is twenty-one minutes and thirty-three seconds.

Xue Ming was terrified, and really didn't understand what these things represented.

He is a day-to-day person, and he rarely pays attention to novel experiences, and he has never heard of role-playing games about script killing or COC/DND running groups.

Thinking about it carefully with his brain circuit——

——By spending 4,499 pyroxene coins, you can enjoy a date in the Bliss Space, and experience a story that is inconvenient to tell with the sister in the magazine.

During these 21 minutes, no one can disturb them, and signs similar to taking drugs will appear—the software processor who produced this thing must have mixed something else to stimulate the human brain to secrete hormones and reward them Behavior. It's like the owner of a bad night snack stall secretly adding poppy shells to the stewed pot.

Xue Ming wanted to find someone else to ask for directions—he had to get out of this terrifying virtual space.

He walked from First Street in Community Zero to Third Street, ran two kilometers back and forth, and found at least two or three hundred people. As a result, these people were holding various software modules in their hands—the soul was not here at all. Vice software pros!

Someone squatted in front of the booth with a big watermelon in his arms, and had eaten it for more than 2,000 hours.

Friends walking in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing, all holding drinks with product barcodes in their hands, it seems that they are traveling together, everyone has entered the same module, thinking has already traveled to a distant place, Xue Even if you stop these people, these people will take the initiative to bypass them, and they can't understand people's words at all.

There is a little brother who uses a motorcycle as a modular product. He keeps pulling the accelerator, but the car just roars and doesn’t go away. Presumably, his consciousness has gone to a distant place, and the virtual body in the Elysium has become a zombie.

Like the brain merchandise magazine store that Jiang Xueming first saw, there were fifty people in line in front of the door——

—He thought, since so many people are queuing, there must be a sane guy, right?

So he asked them one by one, from the back of the line to the front of the line, he gently pushed these people, and every time his right arm touched their warm limbs, there would always be a security review officer to remind them Xue Ming.

[The customer you visited has opened the queuing hosting service. ]

Jiang Xueming immediately asked: "Queuing up for trusteeship? What is it?"

[The queuing hosting service is a very considerate value-added service. In No. 0 community, when we spend entertainment in various shops, we occasionally encounter overcrowded shops and long queues. ]

[In order to save your precious time, you can choose to purchase this service to put your brain into a deep sleep state, just close your eyes and open your eyes - you can travel through time and space and come to the products you like. ]

Jiang Xueming: "Good guy!"

[Thank you for your compliment. In addition to deep sleep, we will recommend other similar products to you based on the desired products you selected. If you don’t want to sleep and think sleep is a waste of life, you can also use these products while queuing. ]

Jiang Xueming: "Good guy!"

[Thank you for the compliment. ]

This was the first time Xue Ming heard the voice of the jester. The voice of this artificial intelligence community information reviewer was very recognizable—like a castrated eunuch, with indescribable viciousness in the flattery.

He couldn't understand the operating rules of community zero.

Let's start with this queue -

——Why do you have to queue up to visit a big cyber market? Even if he went back to the mundane world to shop for Taobao, it would not be so outrageous.

——Why are cyber prostitutes made of electronic drugs so expensive? Obviously all the hormones are spontaneously secreted by the brain, how dare these software processors in Shinto City use the blood hormones of Homo sapiens as commodities, and sell them to Homo sapiens again? ! Even if it's krypton gold drawing cards, there are still a few good sisters produced by the painter's hard work. Look. Cough. It's far away.

All this fun, in Amin's opinion, is more terrifying than any flesh and blood golem created by the mad butterfly.

This was an area he couldn't understand, and the madness index that made him as stable as iron casting also began to fluctuate.

He returned to the original brother in sweater——

——Based on the time, this old man's date with the sister of Cyber ​​Electronics in "Peachy Holiday·Heart Plopping" in the magazine should also be over.

Xueming waited for a while, and saw the old man tremble all over, freed from the control of hormones, the moment his pupils shrank, his soul also returned to his body.

"Brother!" Jiang Xueming immediately asked in Japanese: "This is my first time here, how do I log off?"

"Who are you calling brother?" The passerby replied impatiently: "Uncle, you have grown a beard, how can you call me brother?"

Xue Ming was quite surprised. To be honest, his heart was still in his twenties, and he didn't feel that he was getting old at all——

——After mentioning this point, the Battle King of Wumingshi finally remembered that he had a wife and children.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Little brother, how should I go offline?"

Passers-by said with disgust on their faces: "Go offline? Why do you want to go offline?"

Jiang Xueming asked back, "Why didn't you go offline?"

Passers-by yelled: "I am here to stay well! Why do I have to go offline!"

Jiang Xueming: "No. I want to go offline. I don't mean to rush you. I want to go offline."

"Are you going to leave the Paradise of Elysium?" The passer-by woke up from the module not long ago, and seemed to have some brain problems, and finally understood what Jiang Xueming meant.

Jiang Xueming: "Yes, yes, yes."

"You bastard, you should have said it earlier!" The passer-by pouted resentfully, "Why are you wasting my time? Give me 800 yuan, and I'll teach you."

Jiang Xueming asked in surprise, "Eight or eight hundred?"

"That's right." The passer-by clasped his hands and said arrogantly: "I am very busy, busy earning money, busy spending money, so little time, the lifespan of the Riemann thinking model is only eight years! Talk to you It counts time. Now it has risen to 822 yuan! Why don’t you just ask me to give it or not?”

"I don't have any money," Jiang Xueming muttered, pointing at the store, "How about I go get some now?"

Passerby brother: "Take some?"

Jiang Xueming: "It's from their electronic counters, or digital banks."

"Hahahahahaha!" The passer-by brother laughed loudly: "You are so weird! Do you mean to rob the storefront of No. 0 community?"

Jiang Xueming: "Otherwise?"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The passer-by brother laughed so hard: "Your joke must be very valuable! It sounds like a foreigner who doesn't understand anything has come to the Bliss Space! Your thinking model has come out. Is it a bug? Didn't it and the jester tell you how to survive here?"

Jiang Xueming said sternly: "I just want to go offline, log out, and get out of here."

"So that's how it is." The passer-by pouted, and finally stretched out his hand: "Although I don't know what kind of background you are, uncle, but I am very happy! Let's do this! You stretch out your right hand, and I will teach you!"

[Part② Send off Dad]

Jiang Xueming stretched out his arm——

——When the little brother saw the transparent and colorless VENOM core, he immediately shouted in surprise.

"Why is your VENOM core colorless?"

Jiang Xueming has seen the VENOM of many typical people. The core of the VENOM of ordinary people is the same as the executioner of the night watch, which is a black pyroxene.

He speculates that this phenomenon is related to the properties of pyroxene. In the underground world, especially near volcanoes, large glasses such as obsidian are especially abundant. Moreover, the characteristic of black stone is to absorb negative emotions and knowledge. Using black stone to make VENOM mechanism can keep the people of Shinto city happy and healthy all the time, and they are full of curiosity about all kinds of advertisements.

The VENOM cores like the Falcon and the Sun Xun are different. They are violent organs, and the color of the stone is different from that of ordinary people.

When he saw this sapphire, the passer-by was obviously taken aback, and his tone became more respectful.

The VENOM mechanism that can have colors other than black stone must be a new human new model officially made by Shinto City.

"Touch your VENOM lightly."

Jiang Xueming did as he did, and tapped the venom mechanism with his left arm finger to wake up the display column.

Passerby brother: "Can I see a lot of page information?"

There is nothing in the HUD interface, except for a few large pages preset by VENOM, Jiang Xueming can't see anything, the pages are all blank, just like the advertising space left by VENOM for various products - he is like a person who is not connected to the Internet. Savage, opened a blank page.

Although this is the case, Xue Ming still chooses to conceal this matter. He is not connected to the network of Bliss Space, but it is impossible that the electronic program does not have a wake-up function.

This is the same as the APP can not be connected to the Internet, but it cannot have the option to close. What he is looking for now is [close] or [offline].

The passer-by brother pointed at Jiang Xueming, moving his finger to the lower right corner.

"There is a wake-up service here, although I don't know where you come from, uncle, and what you want to do. Isn't it good to stay in the blissful space?"

Jiang Xueming: "I don't fit here, it makes me feel very strange."

The passer-by was talking like chicken and duck, and didn't understand what Xue Ming was talking about.

"Your Riemannian thinking model must be burned out! Hey! Uncle! Remember to buy memory preservation insurance next time!"

Jiang Xueming found the wake-up button, he decided to ask a few more questions, the information might be kept in the log, so he didn't rush back.

"You just said that you can only live for eight years? Why?"

Passerby brother: "Because I am a Riemannian thinking model!"

Jiang Xueming: "What's your name, sir?"

"Thunderbolt Stranger! ~ Hehe!" The passer-by shouted in a high-spirited manner.

Jiang Xueming: "I didn't ask you for your screen name."

So the passer-by brother said seriously: "My name is Usami Kanjuro, and I am the seventh-generation Riemannian thinking model."

"The seventh generation?" Jiang Xueming didn't understand this thing, "It means you have died seven times?"

"The real me is dead, no more, uncle." Kanjuro patiently explained: "It seems that you really don't understand anything! You are like a baby."

"Decades ago, there was such a person as Usami Kanjuro. He used the VENOM mechanism to create his own electronic brain—I am this electronic brain. Oh, I can't say that I am completely dead. dead."

"The electronic brain also has a lifespan. The lifespan limit of the Riemann thinking model is eight years, and then the data must be cleared and relearned."

"Sometimes I can't tell whether I am a Homo sapiens or a Riemannian thinking model. After all, after all the flesh and blood components of the brain have been replaced, I have to relearn to experience the previous life, which may cause personality splitting."

"Later, I figured it out. Every few years, I bought memory insurance in advance, or simply deleted all the data, changed my name, and changed my code name. Now I am the Thunderbolt Stranger. Before, I could be the Crimson Hero. Become Sunboy at one point!"

"Anyway, no one knows anyone, who cares about what happens in the Elysium Dimension? Who remembers other people's real names? Only we remember our own names, that's enough, uncle."

Jiang Xueming: "At the earliest time, do you remember who you were?"

Kanjuro was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'm Kanjuro!"

Jiang Xueming covered his face, it was really difficult to communicate with these cyborgs.

"I mean what did you do before? What job? Your family and friends? Anything else?"

Kanjuro opened his mouth slightly, and did not speak for a long time.

His pupils dilated again, a sign of not focusing on anything, of lack of concentration. Normal humans cannot do this on their own initiative. Only when blacksight occurs, death is imminent, and both eyes lose blood and become blind, the pupils will dilate accordingly.

"Is it convenient to say?" Jiang Xueming reached for the wake-up button, ready to leave: "I'm sorry, Kanjuro. I wasted so much of your time."

"No"

Kanjuro's expression became languid, and he grabbed Yukiaki's arm.

"Do you have time, uncle? I want to tell you a story about a man who is a good friend of mine."

Jiang Xueming: "I would like to hear the details."

Kanjuro let go of Yukiaki's hand and sat down leaning against the street lamp.

"He used to work in a newspaper, writing biographies of celebrities to earn money, and his job was fairly stable. His family also liked this guy. He has a sister who is twelve years older than him, and he has a good relationship."

He was very godlike, and started to tell the story with Xue Ming.

"He worked all the way to Yanxi. At that time, Guandong City was not called Xiaoguandong. Before the earthquake happened——he liked to ride a bicycle back and forth around the coastal road. He was a super energetic guy."

"Every Thursday, after he got off work, he would go to the logistics center six kilometers away and bring home two watermelons, which would be much cheaper to buy. If there were no more watermelons, he would use the money to buy watermelons to bring some bananas and pineapples. People like to eat these."

"He has always thought of himself as a writer, even if he is writing biographies and stories about others. One day, he must become a person like Lu Xun, using a pen as a sword in battle."

"But he suddenly disappeared one day."

Kanjuro looked up at Yukiaki—

——The eyes are full of confusion.

"Uncle, after the fifty-one pillars are finished, I won't be able to find him."

"Not only him, but even his parents and elders, as well as his sister who is twelve years older than him, can't be found."

"It seems that everyone has their own community and their own life."

"I often read his books, our relationship was originally very good"

"Later, there were so many stories and so many books to read, all written by artificial intelligence. I just felt that life was too short, and I couldn't even accommodate this friend or his works."

"Although we haven't met, he occasionally sends me works. I will read them at first, but sometimes I'm busy."

"Busy making money, busy spending money, so busy that I don't even have time to breathe, so busy that I don't even have enough time to sleep."

"Until one day, I found that my private mailbox was full of books. I dug out the story collection and accidentally saw the barcode at the end of the page."

"That's when I realized that this guy also used the Riemannian thinking model to write stories. It turned out that he didn't plan to be a Homo sapiens writer a long time ago, and he wanted to become an electronic creator."

"I glanced at his reading catalog and thought it was not to my taste, so I threw them away as garbage. After all, hundreds of different stories can be produced a day-the only identifying feature is his name. and text style."

"I feel like everything is starting to feel strange, uncle"

"The last time I visited him, I turned off the communication and ran to his small community."

"Bring a gift and come to the door grandly."

"The moment the interview was successful and I saw the familiar two-story bungalow, that's when I knew."

Kanjuro's voice became smaller and smaller, almost inaudible.

"I didn't know this guy, it turned out to be me."

"I couldn't tell him from me, and I didn't know who was who."

"It's lonely and lively, cold and warm here"

"Uncle, you told me about such a thing today, and I just realized it."

Kanjuro frowned, muttering softly.

"Why am I not offline? Why am I alive here?"

"Am I waiting for something?"

"Is that guy really me?"

"Reading him as a story, compared to the experience in the blissful space, it can only be a boring stuff."

"What do I want? What do I need?"

"What can I do now?"

Jiang Xueming hesitated to speak, and finally took two steps back——

——Because he saw that Kanjuro had already made a choice.

The soul lost in bliss once again glimpsed the empty shop fronts—

——Little Brother has a unique taste, which is a bit different from other general public in Bliss Space, and there is no need to queue up. It is not a popular product, and you can buy the next software module immediately, and make an appointment for the next meeting.

Lightly touched the [Wake Up] button with his finger, but Yukimi locked Kanjuro's eyes.

The little brother's soul left his body again, and his consciousness went to a distant place.

But Xueming has no time to care about others——

——The next second after the [Wake Up] button was executed, he did not wake up, and the scene in the VR space changed dramatically.

Flames ignited everywhere, completely burning the sky and the ground of Kanto City.

The landscape finally turned into a cage full of iron and rust, like the alarm mechanism left by the falcon. Not only did Xue Ming fail to wake up, he was even sent to another place by this button.

In the darkness, deep and gloomy words came from far away. It was the voice of the Fool.

The artificial intelligence reviewer was amazed, the content was probably the same as what the leader of the Crazy Butterfly Sacred Sect gave to the good brothers before.

"I really can't believe what the hell Falcon sent me in."