Endless Debt.

Chapter 867 Containers
The invasion of Cylinder distorted the reclamation room, and then collapsed the containment area. All kinds of monsters and ghosts poured out, and a small-scale supernatural disaster, an upside-down world, occurred.

Boluoge didn't have time to empathize with her pain in the diary, but thought deeply, maybe the decision-making room knew the complicated situation in the ruined area, and finally chose to give up, and Mamo indirectly guided him here, and it might also play a patrol role.

If everything is annihilated, then let it go, but if you can dig out something, maybe you can change everything.

A burst of etheric fluctuations came from the outside, and the security staff still did not give up, and the violent tremors continued. They seemed to be moving the surrounding buildings, and carefully searched for the figure of Bologo.

Burlogo's time is running out.

"Flya!"

Burrog shouted loudly, and while nervously flipping through the diary, he walked towards the central spire in the room. This spire should be the result of their research and a key part of the intelligence of the Void Realm.

Once the security personnel invaded, with the intensity of the fighting between Burlogo and them, the place would be razed to the ground in an instant, and Burlogo hurriedly read the contents of the diary.

"I have to atone, I have to contribute."

After realizing that she had been cognitively distorted and killed her colleagues, her mental state was obviously not right.

Bologo can feel from the text that she has completely lost her desire to survive, leaving only her dedication to research. In her opinion, only by completing the intelligence of the virtual domain can she be freed from guilt.

There is no way, in this desperate situation, and after encountering so many, it is strange that people can not go crazy.

In the diary that followed, she seemed to have completely lost her self-emotion. The sentence pattern was extremely cold, and every word was extremely cold, like a machine, describing all kinds of personal research, without mentioning the slightest thing in life.

"In fact, in research, cognitive distortions exist all the time."

She seemed to be talking to herself, discussing with herself.

"Misleading, going astray, it's all possible."

There is a page of research data in this page of the diary. Burlogo can't understand the content, but he can understand the date and conclusion.

failure.

Before the Xilin invasion, all her and Mamo's attempts failed. Although they put forward certain theories, they made no progress in terms of implementation.

"Every time I try to upload the consciousness to the reclamation room, the consciousness disappears without a trace, and the recuperation room is not affected in the slightest. We always think that there is a mistake in a certain step, but is there such a possibility..."

As if she had been inspired, her handwriting, which should have been neat and beautiful, also became scribbled.

"In order to put water in a container, first you have to empty the container."

An inexplicable sentence, but combined with the cause and effect, Bologo's thoughts seemed to travel through time, standing with her, and thinking about the reasons for all this together.

"The container is full."

she wrote.

As if an electric current passed along Burlogo's spine and nerves, he couldn't help but stop, and looked around in a daze. Even if he didn't turn the page, Burlogo could know what kind of conclusion she had drawn.

Kenshi is self-aware.

Bologo couldn't imagine her mood at that time, all the efforts were so ridiculous, someone had already done it all before them.

Is it all?

Bologo couldn't help but wonder, could the consciousness that governs the Void Realm be all of them?

No one gave him an answer, so he continued to flip through the diary, looking at the last few pages. At this time, Bologo no longer had any expectations for her. Their virtual domain intelligence is just a waste of time. In this closed space , she can't do anything.

A new line of content appeared. Judging from the date, this description has a long time span from the previous description.

"I don't know what happened to the outside world, but it is obvious that the area I am currently in has gradually escaped the control of the reclamation room and has fallen into chaos.

So can it be understood that this chaotic area is a vacuum, I may... I may try, the equipment has been initially set up, and I can try to upload my consciousness.

Yes, uploading consciousness, integrating into this out-of-control chaotic area, and recasting it with my consciousness, I don’t know if this will cause the division of the reclamation room, but at least it can stabilize the continuous chaos, and let I survived. "

When she wrote this part, almost a year had passed since the Cylinder invasion. Her spirit was on the verge of collapse, and her supplies were almost exhausted. If she continued to be so sleepy, she would just starve to death in a corner.

In the end, she chose that rash move, as if to give herself a relief, more like dedicating herself to knowledge.

After reading these, Bologo also stepped on the final steps, and in the core area of ​​the spire, he saw the corpse sitting on the central mechanical chair.

The corpse was wearing protective clothing, but the clothes were covered with dust, coupled with the gelatinous mold produced by the decay of the corpse, making the entire protective clothing dirty and smelly, as if it was a product forgotten by time.

It didn't wear a helmet, and the exposed face was dilapidated, oxidized and decayed into a skeleton, the black eye sockets were hollow and deep, without a trace of life, and the cheekbones were high and protruding, making the face a jagged and terrifying image.

The chair he was sitting on was also dilapidated, the cracked back was almost separated from the seat, the signs of corrosion and decay were everywhere, and there were scraps of iron and dust scattered around the chair.Burrogo guessed the machine must have made a lot of noise when it started.

Not far behind the chair was a damaged whiteboard, which was filled with scribbled experimental records and calculation formulas. She should be here, completing the final preparations.

In the scribbled calculation formula, Bologo saw the familiar rabbit head, and checked the corpse again. Based on his rich experience in corpses, Burlogo roughly estimated that the owner of the corpse, that is, she, should be in her 60s when she died.

This was a bit beyond Burlogo's expectations. He thought she should be younger. It was the cute rabbit head that misled him, but it wasn't misleading. Whoever said that people can't be cute when they are old, it can be regarded as childlike innocence.

After looking carefully, Bologo found the dusty badge on the chest of the protective suit.

Slight footsteps came from behind, and Bologo turned his head vigilantly, and saw Freya following him. She was still the same as before, with a tense look, her clothes wrapped around her arms, protecting the wound.

"Over there...the wall over there is cracked."

Freya pointed to the direction the two came from, and the security staff had already searched here. Even though these guys looked a little mentally retarded in Burlogo's view, they couldn't stand the fact that they had a lot of people and high authority.

"I see," Bologo nodded, and suddenly asked again, "Freya, is your injury okay?"

"Me? It's okay, there's no big problem."

Freya's movements were a little flustered, and she turned sideways, as if she wanted to hide her injured arm.

"Are you sure? You are just a Sublimator, and if the wound is not treated in time, there will be problems."

Freya's expression was stiff, "It's nothing, I've treated the wound before, it's fine."

A strong sense of crisis rose in her mind. At this moment, she couldn't tell whether this sense of crisis came from the security staff or the Burlogo in front of her.

escape.

Intense thoughts hovered in Freya's heart. If it wasn't for the trust she had accumulated with Burlogo before, she would definitely run away now.

Bologo also noticed a strange ether around Freya at this time, and he didn't show it, "Well, it's good that you're fine."

Freya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but Bologo changed his voice and said, "I found her, that apprentice, that survivor, she died here."

Burrog frowned, "From the diary, it seems that she uploaded herself into the reclamation room."

Before Freya could react, the manic ether quickly rolled up Freya, and saw the diamond-shaped shield lurking silently beside Freya. They exploded into dense vines, bound her in circles, and entangled her arms, tearing the covering clothes to pieces.

Boluogo walked down leisurely, and he also raised his breastplate, pretending to be confused.

"It's funny, she actually calls you by the same name."

Burrog's eyes turned cold, looking at her, at the wound on her arm, at the surging, pure aether in the wound.

"Freya Bradley."

The pitch-black resentment hovered silently, and the sharp point of the sword lightly pressed against Freya's jaw.

"What the hell are you?"

(End of this chapter)