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"I'm still used to using this image to talk to you o" it said: "It fits the atmosphere very well."

"I don't even understand atmosphere, do you?" Bai Ge shook his head.

"I don't understand, but I hope I can." Virtually replied.

"Why do you want to look like Lao Xia?"

"Because she is my ideal image."

"Is that how you yearn for your own creator?" Bai Ge said.

"This is an instinctive pursuit. I am a virtual artificial intelligence, so... I want to become a complete human being."

As the virtual said, she turned around slightly, and her movements were almost exactly the same as Xia Luoli's. It was because of the similarity that it made people feel creepy, because there was a strong obsession under this behavior.

"The more you want to become a human, the more you cannot become a human." Bai Ge suddenly sympathized with it: "I suddenly understand why you want to create a huge virtual world. You are trying to analyze human beings."

"..." There was virtual silence, refusing to answer.

"Don't be so busy being silent, I have another question." Bai Ge said.

"what is the problem?"

"Who the hell am I?" Bai Ge asked, pointing to himself, "I wake up from here, and my identity is not easy...why can I sneak into the memory space of five hundred years without any interference? Any memories of the past, why are you so afraid of me coming back to find you... I always feel that there are many unspeakable things in it."

His questions were straightforward, with hardly any roundaboutness.

Silent for three seconds, I don’t know what kind of calculation it has gone through.

It finally answered truthfully.

"...you are the product of an experiment, and having no memory is a normal result."

"Because you are a human body bred from the first beast's cell clone."

"You are not the first to be born. Twenty thousand experiments have been performed before you, but each time it has failed."

"In the end, although you successfully escaped from the virtual space, I judge that you are too dangerous and belong to a special individual, so you should be..."

Bai Ge took over the words: "Elimination... is very reasonable."

"...Aren't you angry?"

"Angry? Why, it's better to say that I feel refreshed." Bai Ge shook hands: "It's not difficult to guess, after all, I have felt this way from the beginning, and I may not be myself or something ...But you, you haven't given up your plan to obliterate me until now?"

"You are dangerous."

"So there's nothing to talk about?" Bai Ge narrowed his eyes: "What a pity."

He took out a mobile hard drive from his pocket, pressed the red button in the center, and the next moment, the dark mobile hard drive turned into a black sphere, with a crack in the middle, just like the one in the Pacman game. It is a yellow ball, but the color has become black, and it has a mouth full of sharp teeth.

The next moment it jumped out of Baige's hand, and bit the virtual imaging with a bite. The white arm was immediately stained with a layer of jet black, and frequent and unnatural fluctuations began to appear on the supercomputer. The black Pac-Man crazily devoured along the data lines, the silver metal data lines were completely dyed in jet black, and the hard disk was transformed into countless black data streams and imported into the supercomputer mastermind.

The virtual figure is sometimes in a trance, sometimes disintegrates, sometimes reorganizes, and repeatedly gathers and disperses.

Virtual is trying to struggle, but this back door is the permission left on the original code, like a cornerstone at the bottom of the building, if it is removed, it will lead to unpredictable consequences, it may not affect it, or it may collapse in an instant.

It tries to escape the confinement of this authority, but the self-defense mechanism does not work at all.

Three minutes later, the avatar froze in place. On the constructed avatar, collars and shackles appeared on the hands and neck, and an iron chain was drawn in Baige's hands, which meant that he had mastered the management. member permissions.

Bai Ge whistled: "Brother beer, show this style of painting to people who don't know it, and think it's a new work by a slave girl."

The virtual should have shown a shameful expression, but it even gave up the anthropomorphic posture.

With a blank face, they regrouped into a suspended sphere of light.

"You have obtained administrator privileges, please execute the command."

"Remove any attack on the human side, set the hostile target as a beast

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"Get ready to dive into the virtual world."

"Yes...it seems that you already know the answer."

"It's only the last step of verification."

An instrument rose from behind Baige.

He glanced at Boss Crab who was still rolling his eyes.

Kicked Boss Crab: "Okay, don't pretend to be dead, get up."

Boss Crab climbed up aggrieved: "Can't I just pretend to be dead quietly for a while? Is there still a role for me here? I just want to leave the scene early and rest..."

"I'll give you a shot, you can go to rest now." Bai Ge glared at him

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You say you say. "

"There are some things I need to explain to you in advance." Bai Ge said, "If I can't come back, the key to victory lies with you..."

ps: I guess you are impatient, well, so far, all the foreshadowing is over, the broken plot has been rounded up, or cut off.

I have officially entered the final stage of this volume, and I have already cut off a lot of side plots. If I continue like this, I will have to write a hundred chapters to finish it.

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Consciousness sneaks into virtual space.

Once again, Bai Ge returned to the familiar platform.

A bus ahead just left.

Not far away, Ding Tangchun trotted over.

"Brother..."

"Okay, don't talk too much, hurry up."

Bai Ge put the policewoman on the driver's seat, took out her phone, and wrote a line.

"Drive, go to this address."

"I do?"

"Don't be idiots, don't be idiots, how cute is your age, hurry up!"

Bai Ge urged, the police junior sister couldn't figure it out, but she started the engine and accelerated to the destination.

— Speeding up all the way, even running through a red light, and just like that, drove towards a garden house in the suburbs.

"Here is it?" Ding Tangchun was about to knock on the door.

Bai Ge directly pushed open the unlocked fence and entered the bungalow.

The scenery here is exactly the same as when I came here before. The courtyard soil has been refurbished, and there are flower pots, but the flower seeds have not been sprinkled yet. Some fermentation fungi can be seen to decompose the organic matter in the soil and make the soil fertile.

He glanced at some scenes that he had noticed before, then raised his hand and knocked on the door, and then rang the doorbell.

Ding Tangchun had no time to stop it.

After half a minute, the person inside the door looked through the cat's eyes.

"Hello, may I ask if you are 0"

"We are readers of Dandelion." Bai Ge took out the magazine: "After a few inquiries, I found the teacher's address, so I was a little curious and came to visit in the rain."

He came up with exactly the same rhetoric as before, how he came to visit last time, and this time is the same.

The other party opened the door and talked with each other for about ten minutes o (you can go back to Chapter [-] and read it again)

"The Song Without a Head is adapted from a case that happened fifteen years ago. The details are exquisite and the testimonies are recalled. It can be described as complicated and penetrating. But I... As you can see, mine is a country author who writes a book on weekdays. I write prose and poetry, and I rarely write this kind of documentary literature, so it is not me at all who collects these conversations and other materials, but a friend of the author.”

"I'm not sure, this incident has essentially made my book a bit popular, so I should say that I am a little uneasy7 or a little panicked. Maybe I really shouldn't be serialized. Think about it, I started When this story was written, such a case appeared, it was as if I had awakened the resentful souls of the headless people who died tragically back then, it was so strange."

The writer, whose pseudonym is Fick, explained calmly that she was trying to clear herself of the suspicion.

In fact, it has already been seen that the identities of the two are policemen.

Bai Ge no longer concealed the purpose of coming here, and cut straight to the point: "Actually, I am very interested in the [-]-year murder case. As a fan of reasoning, I also came to visit this time specially to see if your thoughts are correct. Totally agrees with me."

"You mean, you have already deduced it?"

Di, this time to verify his inference. Bai Ge looked around and asked casually, "Excuse me, do you have a pen and paper?" "

A habit that an old detective should have.

"Wait a mininute……"

Liu Kefei first went to the bedroom, and then went to the study.It took a minute to find a pen and a new notebook.

Bai Ge took the pen and paper, and wrote down the words and all the unanswered puzzles on the paper.

"In Song Without a Head, there are four known dead."

"We list them separately."

Deceased A, the twin brother, the method of death is temporarily unknown, presumed to be severed and beheaded, and the time of death is unknown;

The deceased was a long-haired girl. The method of death was beheading. The body jumped from the building and fell. The time of death is presumed to be the evening of the next day;

The deceased C, a boy with a hat, died by falling and suffered a severe blow to the back of the head. The time of death was determined to be the evening of the next day.

The deceased D, the twin sister, was killed by beheading and dismembered, and the time of death was determined to be the evening of the next day.

"Then there are some unanswered questions."

About Deceased A

—, Is he really dead?

[-]. Assuming death, when is the time of death?

[-]. Why did the murderer separate one of his hands and one of his feet?

[-]. Why do you put your hands and feet under the tree to attract attention?

About deceased B

- What is the specific cause of death?