Bulwark of Light

Chapter 194 Turing’s Monologue

“The meeting?”

Everyone who came to the Conference Hall was startled.

They looked at each other, separated by a layer of spiritual black mist, and they could see the shock, astonishment, and confusion on the faces of their neighbors.

The “key” that Guwenhui had been waiting for for many years finally showed up—

And he just said one sentence.

The meeting is over.

Before I had time to react, that powerful mental omen appeared again, but it was the exact opposite of the previous one. Previously, the link was forcibly established, but now it is forcibly disconnected—

“whiz whiz whiz.”

The silhouettes of the Conference Hall blurred one by one.

The consciousness of most people was forcibly sent out of the deep water.

The mandatory spiritual link is effective for everyone, but there is a sequence for entering the Conference Hall… Of course, it is related to whether or not to resist this spiritual link, but what is more relevant is the spirit strength of the person being linked. strength.

As long as one’s own strength is strong enough, even if it is a compulsory link, it can carry out a strong “resistance”.

The stronger the spirit strength, the longer it can resist.

Please do so, and send it as well.

Gu Shen was sitting at the end of the long table. He could sense that after stepping into this Conference Hall, an area of his brain seemed to be activated… He seemed to be able to see stripes all over five continents The spiritual network of one after another, a clear underground vein, spread from afar, and converged in this small Conference Hall.

The tip is a member of the Ancient Literature Society with branches and leaves.

The terminal, it is itself.

On the edge of the long table, there are a few silhouettes that have not dissipated. Driven by the “forced disconnection”, they still withstood the pressure, but these silhouettes are gradually becoming dim. .

“Are you really the ‘key’ left by Alan Turing?”

The old man, codenamed 064, stared at Gu Shen’s location, his eyes The silver rays of light bloomed, as if to see the face of the person sitting high at the end of the long table through the mental fog.

Gu Shen and the old man looked at each other and were shocked.

Can you see through it?

No, he doesn’t believe there is such a person.

Gu Shen suppressed all his mental activities, his face did not fluctuate, he looked back at the old man, and responded calmly: “I opened the door.”

The old man stared deeply. Looking at Gu Shen, he withdrew his gaze, the previous stare was just a test… Rather than verifying the authenticity of the key left by Alan Turing, he cared more about the strength of this “youngster” in the real world.

The spiritual world is the best contrast to the real world.

This is a mirror.

Weak people who are not strong enough in spirit strength, even if they come to this Conference Hall by chance, they will definitely not be able to bear the gaze of their own…

It seems that this youngster is better than he imagined. even stronger.

The old man stood up and bowed slightly, then said softly, “…I’m sorry.”

Finished speaking.

His silhouette dissipated in the blood-colored Conference Hall.

There are not many people left in the Conference Hall, and after the 064 test just now, no one has any similar idea of temptation.

“You seem to have always known the identity of the key.”

Lin Lin resisted the mental drive, looked at 031, and asked curiously: “Let me reveal, who is he in the real world? ?”

Junior 031 smiled slyly: “Aha…I didn’t say it, I know the identity of the key. If you want to know…you can ask him in person.”

Zhou Jiren gave up the idea of resisting the spiritual link.

As his figure dissipated, he cast a cryptic admiring glance at “Gu Shen”, who was brooding on his elbows at the end of the long table.

[There are familiar eyes. ]

After Gu Shen put his hands on his elbows and gave the order to “disconnect the mental link”, he maintained this posture and watched the silhouette one after another dissipate in the distance of the long table. Suddenly, he He sensed a familiar gaze…

He looked at the boy named 031.

The boy has left.

He remembered very clearly that the link to 031 went online very late, and among all the people, he was the last to arrive at the Conference Hall… In this way, this person’s spirit strength is extremely strong, and his strength in the real world is absolutely Not weak.

“Can you follow the Spiritual Fluctuation … to find out the true identities of those people in the Conference Hall?”

Gu Shen silently felt the spiritual network spreading in his mind.

As the lights of the Conference Hall go out, one after another attendee leaves, the big net also dims… If the deep water area relies on the links of countless transcenders to provide computing power.

Then this Conference Hall, which is dedicated to the [Guwenhui], relies on the computing power provided by the surviving remnant party transcenders to maintain it.

“Not really. At least…not now.”

Chu Ling stood behind Gu Shen, her white dress glowed with fluorescence, her fingers spread into scattered data, linking to Every corner of the long table.

“The source code also needs to follow the basic logic. The deep water area has the underlying protection logic for each linked transcender, and the encrypted Conference Hall uses a one-way transmission network to prevent it from being breached.” She softly Said: “So…even the ‘key’ cannot clearly understand the true identities of the members in the Conference Hall, this is a kind of protection.”

Gu Shen nods.

He understood the implications of Mr. Turing’s design.

This underlying logic…is the most basic trust. The members of the Ancient Literature Society can come to this Conference Hall because of trust, and Mr. Turing, who designed the Conference Hall, also chose them. .

“The conversation of every conference in the past cannot be called up either. It is the same as the previous inability to investigate the identity. If the Conference Hall is breached one day, it will not cause too many casualties. In the deep water area There are tens of millions of terabytes of information being born every second…even the ‘deep sea’ is impossible to completely intercept, so the conversation in this Conference Hall belongs to the garbage that is born or destroyed.” Chu Ling looked at the empty Conference Hall , she withdrew her hands, and the countless spreading data chains gathered up again, returning to the normal ten fingers of a girl.

“The expulsion of the spiritual link has been completed.”

Chu Ling said softly: “After the deep sea upgrade, this Conference Hall is in a high-risk environment, and I will improve the underlying code. , the Conference Hall cannot be made public during the maintenance period.”

Gu Shen is a little uncomfortable.

“You say these things to me…it makes me feel as if I am the owner of this Conference Hall.”

“In terms of ability and status…you Indeed.” Chu Ling calmly said: “If you decide to give up the ‘Conference Hall’, then for a maximum of three months, this place will be exposed to self-examination in the deep sea, and then be breached.”

” I…”

Gu Shen sat silently at the table, he looked at Chu Ling and asked slowly: “I want to know…why is all this?”

“The birth of the black spot, the collapse of the order, I already know this…”

“But why is there [Ancient Literature Society]?”

“The federal government and the person in charge of the fire , is fighting against the collapse of the order…”

Chu Ling disintegrated into thousands of data, the dim Conference Hall became bright in an instant, she appeared again, and sat at the end of the long table, slender jade finger point down.

A video appeared between the two of them.

“This is the relic of the source code preserved in the deep sea reduction program…and the only surviving fragment of a destroyed image twenty years ago.” Chu Ling lowered his eyes and said softly: “I can There is only so much for you.”

An old man’s haggard face stained with blood appears in this video… This is his monologue.

One glance.

Gu Shen recognized the identity of this old man. This is the great man who Five Continents respected and worshipped, and the father of wisdom who created [Deep Sea].

Alan Turing.

A broken image, intermittent, blurry and clear.

The camera shakes, and the old man who is rumored to have died peacefully, with a hoarse voice, conveys such a message.

“Don’t trust…the federal government.”

(end of chapter)