I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

Not very popular with Rick, Cheng Rang couldn't stay with the cheek, even though the progress of the task had been increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye when they stayed with them.

But the most basic courtesy is still to be respected.

Before leaving, Cheng Rang took a final look at the layout of Rick's room, and Cheng Rang's eyes were attracted by the chessboard on the bookshelf.

Could this thing be in the room of someone like Rick?

The question will not be answered, remembering the smile from the heart on Rick's face when he played against himself in the ruins, Cheng Rang slowly closed the wooden door.

click....

At that time, there was light in his eyes.

"...Rick, do you want...to play a game?"

Such a conversation came from the room, even through the wooden door, in the closed cave passage, Cheng Rang's five senses could still hear it very clearly.

"why?"

Rick gripped the fork stiffly.

Hubie pointed to the bookshelf without saying a word.

What was there was the chessboard that Cheng Rang had also discovered before, and it was also the only object that Rick had with him when his original hometown was destroyed.

Rick looked at the thing with extremely dim eyes, and replied in a tone of scorn: "I refuse. At that time, I agreed to play the game out of helplessness. Games like that are just silly things to deceive children."

".....why?"

"Because reality is not as simple as a game."

Cheng Rang stopped and listened.

What Rick said is not wrong, the reality here has neither rules nor victory or defeat, and everything has nothing to do with humans.

Either live or die, the next best thing.In such a world——

"I have neither the time nor the spare time to spend needlessly on such trifles as games." Rick replied.

"...what if it's not... pointless?"

Before he knew it, Shuby had already opened the chessboard without authorization, and while arranging the pieces, he said: "...as long as you can beat Shuby...Huby will disclose the information Rick wants."

"what?"

"For example, the reason for the start of the war...the reason for the end of the war...and so on..."

But for that proposal, Rick flatly rejected it.

"Ha...boring information."

"I'm not interested in that kind of thing, and I don't need to know. If there is something I want..."

Cheng Rang sighed softly, shook his head and started walking again, Rick's answer completely overlapped with his muttering——

"The way to survive, that's all."

He knew Rick would answer like this, and he understood why Rick would answer like this.

Because now in Rick's heart, there is only such a question, and he wants to find an answer.

But in this world, there is no standard answer to this question for him.

Chapter 19 Broken Heart Lock (3000)

One of those who drove mankind to destruction, the knowledge, mathematics, and design techniques possessed by the Ex-Machinas.

These are the information that Rick is eager to obtain now, so that human beings can continue to develop and survive——

"If I win, I want that knowledge."

Yes, knowledge.

There are human beings who use that kind of power for survival and for the present.

"Oh, I see....."

Hubby nodded, but she seemed regretful.

At this time Rick continued to ask: "What if I lose?"

Anyway, she will definitely ask for something, whether it is out of mechanics or calculation.

Rick asked with a wry smile, and Huby's answer was concise.

"communication

She looked into Rick's eyes, "I want to know the heart...the definition of 'heart' that Rick knows...I want that kind of information."

"Didn't I say that it can only be understood by reading between the lines?"

"Well...so I ask for it, use the implication between words...and try to communicate with Hubie..."

"--Can."

Rick said and moved the meal aside, sat in front of the chessboard and started playing chess.

Staring at the black and white grids on the chessboard in front of him, Rick began to meditate seriously after a long absence.

In judging the best move, it is impossible to surpass the calculation ability of the Ex-Machinas.

However, judging from Shubi's actions, lack of understanding of the heart, and failure to interpret the meaning behind the words...

They all show that [uncalculated elements] do exist.

Just watching the game on the chessboard, you can't beat her.

"Because I can easily win her." This is the lie that Cheng Rang once put down in front of himself, at least that's how he understood it at the time.

"After all, even if it's a machine, it has its limits. In terms of games alone, she can't penetrate people's hearts."

It cannot penetrate people's hearts...that is to say, in terms of psychological warfare, it is likely to be effective.

"General."

Rick set up a simple trap based on this, Hubby easily fell for it, and was taken by Rick.

I have to say, from this result, what Cheng Rang said was indeed reasonable, and he discovered it not only at 01:30 earlier than himself.

Rick is even considering whether to withdraw his evaluation of the guy as a "stupid".

"...General."

But Shuby immediately took this situation into consideration and dealt with it.

As if to say: the same trick, the second time it won't work.

No, it should be said that her racial characteristics are presented in fact.

So what to do? ——The method is very simple, that is, the same trick will not be used a second time, and the strategy will be continuously changed.

If psychological inducement, lure the enemy to go deep, and even add elements of psychological warfare, the number of strategies will be infinite!

If you can calculate infinity, then calculate it, Ex-Machines!

Fatigue seemed to be swept away, and Rick's brain speeding up his thinking even made his body feel lighter, and suddenly——

"Rick...you're laughing..." Hubby's pupils were full of information again.

".....What"

The moment Rick heard these words, his eyes widened, and he touched the corner of his mouth subconsciously.

- Indeed.

Realizing the fact that the corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes widened even further.

"In the game, Rick won't be closed."

"Eh? What?"

Ke Long, who was busy in the kitchen, suddenly heard a voice behind him. Looking back, it was Cheng Rang leaning against the door with his arms folded.

"As for the checkers in Rick's room, it doesn't look like something that can appear in his room."

"You're talking about that..."

Kelong smiled bitterly and wiped his hand on the apron casually, "That was the only thing he held tightly in his hand when he met Rick."

"Has anyone played with him? Or you, or only you." Cheng Rang nodded while talking.

"Do not."

Ke Long denied: "Although I seldom see him touch that thing now, but when I was a child, about four or five years ago, he would often play with me."

"Play chess with yourself?"

"Well....compared with these, I care more about what you said at the beginning. What does that mean?" Kelong's eyes revealed longing. She must also be very worried that Rick has kept himself closed, and the pressure A situation that adds up to wear down the body.

"That..." Cheng Rang raised the corners of his mouth as if deliberately showing off, and said slowly: "It seems that you haven't seen it... At that time, in Rick's eyes, There's even light."

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"...Rick is in the game...will not be closed...."

Don't talk, don't ask, don't talk, don't listen to her!

A voice shouted in Rick's head.

but.....

"What are you talking about?" The language broke through the constraints of reason, as if subconsciously sprang out of the mouth.

"......'Heart'......."

Obviously Hubby was speaking, but Rick seemed to hear the crackling of nerve currents in his mind, as if something was breaking.

Jiri...like this.

"...in such a world, human beings have to survive... biologically speaking... anomalous."

"The reason.....I want to know...Rick's 'heart'...."

Hey....

In Rick's mind, something made a sound.

Boom!It was like the chains were breaking and the walls were crumbling.

"You guy, do you look down on people?"

Crashed.

Rick had no memory of this, and when he came back to his senses, he had strangled Hubie's slender neck with such strength that his fingers were about to be crushed, and lifted her up.

But that level of attack is nothing to the Ex-Machinas.They don't need oxygen to maintain their functions at all, and strangling their necks doesn't make them feel pain from suffocation. To put it more bluntly, the Ex-Machinas don't feel pain at all, they don't have this kind of cognition.

Hubie just stared at Rick's eyes quietly with her glass-like eyes, in which her own figure was clearly reflected.

"You don't understand your position, do you?"

When encountering this mass killing machine, Rick locked up countless emotions and memories, wrapped them in chains, and locked them up firmly.

Hate, anger, taboo, disgust, resentment, hate, hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate

bitter--

All emotions piled up infinitely.

This is the [lock] he forcibly imposes on the mind, memory, and feelings that are too reluctant

Now it finally couldn't hold it anymore and made a sound of collapse.

Rationality and sensibility are all asking themselves in their minds—who is that person?One of the guys who came to trample on humans; with such a person in front of you, how do you keep calm?

"Killing so many of us, taking everything from us, repeating that forever, thinking you were going to say something..."

Five years ago, in the arms of my 13-year-old self like coke, my mother who turned into dust died in order to protect herself.

The picture scroll of hell where the family is broken and the people are dead, it is a flame that burns red like blood and the remains of the soul, people, dead.

Companion, dead.

The overwhelming machinery forms a square formation, soaring through the sky.