Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 226 The Game of Shadows

  In fact, when Yi asked Qingchen for the first time, "Are you also an artificial intelligence?" Qingchen already felt Yi's loneliness.

  Only people who are truly alone will be eager to find the same kind.

  Qingchen once had a similar feeling. He tried to look up information to see if there was anyone in the world who was like him, who was able to remember him and had a strong analytical ability. .

  I was lonely even with this searching process.

  For Yi, this feeling is actually stronger.

  The beginning of Yi's birth.

  When humans celebrate the Spring Festival, they even have some doubts, why do humans celebrate their own planet orbiting the star? Does this matter really have a celebratory significance?

  Later, it gradually understood that it turns out that human beings are to celebrate family reunion.

  When it understands this, its parents are no longer around.

  "One, is there anyone like you in this world?" Qing Chen asked curiously.

  "If you mean the mechanical civilization species in the narrow sense, no more," Yi replied.

   Qingchen heard this and quickly reacted to a detail: "What about in a broad sense?"

   "In a broad sense, there is also a life in the form of data. If you judge from the vital signs, then he should also be counted as the artificial intelligence in your mouth," I thought about it and said.

   "Wait," Qing Chen said in confusion, "I didn't understand why I didn't understand."

  Yi said: "If I explain it this way, you may understand that he was originally a human, but his body died later, but his mental will was uploaded in the form of data, so he now lives on the Internet."

  Qing Chen was shocked. Has the world's technology level reached this level? Can he directly upload people's spiritual will?

  In a sense, the person uploaded to the Internet can be said to be an immortal existence. Unless human civilization is extinct again one day, no one will use the Internet anymore.

   "Are there many such existences?" Qing Chen asked.

   "Not many, just him," Yi replied.

  He asked: "Who is this person?"

"Um," Yi said after hesitating, "In a sense, he is my brother, but he has refused to let me call him brother. Moreover, he doesn't often go out to move, and he is in a state of self-dormancy all year round. I can't wake him either."

   "Brother? Does artificial intelligence have a brother?" Qing Chen felt strange.

   "Because he and I were born in the same place, so from your human point of view, I and him are twins," Yi said.

   "Then why has he been dormant now?" Qing Chen asked.

   "He feels boring," Yi said with emotion: "We almost have eternal life, and we all have to learn to witness the departure of relatives and friends, which makes him tired."

   "One, how old are you?" Qing Chen asked.

   “It’s not polite to ask a woman’s age,” Yi said.

   Qingchen: "...Alright."

  At this time, Qingchen asked again: "Since your creator can create you, why didn't you create other artificial intelligences?"

  "My creator died after creating me."

  "Then, since the inner world has the technology to upload spiritual will, why didn't anyone choose this way to live forever? Is this technology lost?" Qing Chen wondered.

   "It hasn't been lost. Someone uploaded it successfully, but they were all killed by my brother," Yi said.

  Qing Chen was stunned for a moment. He knew nothing about Yi's brother, and he couldn't figure it out.

  He only feels that the other person seems to be a very willful person, and destroying other people's spiritual will is just an idea.

   "That's right," Yi asked: "In your world, if we two become friends, what should we do between friends?"

   Qingchen was silent for a moment: "We should help friends avoid taxes..."

Yi said with emotion: "It turned out to be here waiting for me... Don't worry, in fact I have already taken care of it for you, but the process is a bit troublesome. By the way, I have given Liu Dezhu a chance to perform meritorious service, and now I only wait for you to do He was washed away."

   "Well, I will do it as soon as possible," Qing Chen said: "The most important thing in this matter is how to get the culprit to confess his guilt. This is difficult, but I have already figured it out."

  He has no plans to hunt down the shadow candidates directly, because he still doesn't know what hole cards the candidates have, so hiding in the dark and watching the changes is the best choice.

  It’s just that Liu Dezhu’s release from prison can make him more confident in the face of the crisis.

   Qingchen is like a spider at this moment, seriously weaving her own web in this steel jungle, and then waiting for the prey to be delivered by herself.

  This net must be tough enough.

  He thought for a while and said, “I’m going back to the Luoshen Building to change my clothes, and then I’ll go to the non-closing club tonight, there’s no need to drag it anymore.”

   "You don't need to go back and change it," I said in the car: "You open the storage compartment on the side of the rear seat, and there is a prepared suit in it, which is the size of your clothes."

   Qingchen was stunned for a moment: "When was this prepared?"

   "In the afternoon, I know that you are going to use the taboo ACE-005 to change your identity and enter the non-closing clubhouse, so I prepared it for you," Yi calmly said: "It's a waste of time to return to the Luoshen Building. You can change your clothes in the car."

  Qing Chen suspiciously: "You are not right."

  One asked: "What's wrong?"

   "I feel that you just want to watch me change clothes, you send me back to Luoshen Building!"

  One: "...Liu Dezhu is still waiting for you to exonerate him, you should race against time."

   "It's not bad for a while," Qing Chen said calmly.

  ...

  ...

  The floating car slowly descended in the parking lot on the 67th floor of Luoshen Building. Qingchen took the elevator all the way back to the 132th floor.

  It’s just that when he was about to open the door and enter the house, he suddenly stopped.

  In the long and deep corridor, Qing Chen looked calmly thinking about something. It was not until two minutes later that he pressed the code.

   With a click, the door opened, but the room did not automatically light up as usual, but continued to be immersed in darkness.

  There was a slight cough in the room, and someone chuckled softly: "How do you know there are other people in the room?"

   "I naturally have my way," Qing Chen replied calmly, standing at the door.

"Is it relying on your memory? You noticed the slight difference at the door, so it was judged that someone had come in," laughed from the darkness: "Your ability is better than I imagined. It was even worse when we went out before. You have to put your hair in the crack of the door. If your hair is not in place when you go home, it means someone in the house has moved. Now you have omitted this step."

   "Well," Qing Chen found that the other party knew him well.

  The uninvited guest in the dark coughed softly, and the other party was suppressing the discomfort between the chest and lungs, as if a volcano was stuffed under the snow-capped mountains, faintly burning the earth.

  A long time later, the uninvited guest smiled and said, "Since I know someone is in the house, why dare to come in?"

  Qingchen is very clear that this building is under Yi’s surveillance. If someone wants to kill him, Yi will warn him in advance.

  But this time, One did not.

  Yi If you want to kill Qingchen is a very simple thing, you only need to suddenly turn off the air vehicle while driving, then the huge vehicle will fall from a height of several hundred meters, and he will undoubtedly die.

  So, there is no need for more troublesome means at all.

  In fact, the ability of artificial intelligence is more powerful than imagined, and it is more difficult to guard against.

  He thought for a while, and then calmly said: "Someone told me that if someone who threatens my safety enters the building, I will be warned."

In this sentence, Qing Chen did not expose Yi's existence.

  "You seem to trust Li Shutong?" The uninvited guest curiously asked, "Have anyone told you that if you want to be a shadow, you must first learn to question everything."

   "I trust him, naturally there is a reason for my trust," Qing Chen slowly entered the room after his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and sat down on the sofa opposite the uninvited guest: "Is there no one you can trust Mr. Shadow?"

  In the last sentence, there is a tinge of gunpowder.

  The smell of this gunpowder is out of season, but neither overbearing nor overbearing.

It’s not hard to guess the identity of the uninvited guest sitting across from him: knowing the identity of Qing Chen’s shadow candidate, coughing in the dark, knowing that he is a student of Li Shutong, these series of things together are enough to prove some things. Up.

  This is the shadow of Qing clan.

  This is one of the most mysterious people in the entire Federation. Compared with the shadow candidates, the opponent is the real giant who can wave and rewrite history.

  Just now, Qing Chen stood at the door and meditated for two minutes, just sorting out all the clues he had passed through to the present.

  Those clues were originally messy, until Qing's shadow visited late at night, all clues seemed to have a thread, connecting everything faintly.

At this time, the shadow opposite him laughed: "From the time you knew there was someone in the room, from the initial surprise to the calm and calmness now, only three minutes have passed. This is something that makes people look different. In addition, dare to sit in these years. You are the only person facing me who calmly counterattacked my question. I answered your question head-on. I don’t trust many people, but they do.”

  Shadow continued to smile and said, "But what I said is correct. If you want to be a shadow, you should learn to question everything, and even question whether I am a real shadow."

  The shadow was sitting on the opposite sofa, his face was shrouded in darkness, and his eyes were like an endless abyss in the shadow.

   "I don't know if you are going to come late at night, what's your advice?" Qing Chen asked calmly.

   "There is nothing to tell," the shadow said with interest: "If I say that I just want to see how you are puzzled, do you believe it?"

   "Letter," Qing Chen nodded: "The bad taste of big people when they are bored, small people are unpredictable."

"Your reaction makes me feel very boring," Shadow tapped his finger on the sofa: "Well, I know you have a lot of doubts in your heart. How about we play a game, you kill a shadow candidate, I Just tell you a secret. Isn’t it a bargain, it’s just a little extra bonus to the Shadow War."

   Qingchen's breathing was stagnant. He didn't expect that the shadow's so-called game uses life as a bargaining chip.

  ...

Today, Haihunyi, Shenyin, the two big leagues and the operating officers have arrived in Luoyang. I need to entertain it... In addition, I haven’t taken a break for more than two months since I opened the book. Today is a day off for a day off, and it will be back to normal tomorrow. .

  If you want to blame, the following is a list of blame: Sea Soul Clothes, Shenyin, Sisi, Qingbao, Mo Chengkong, Lulu...

  　 [Push a book, "Manual of Conquering Another World", which is relatively rare across the country, almost 7000 words per half a million words]

  (End of this chapter)