My right eye is a god-level computer

Brother Liu returns to Ghost Island.

Sit quietly all night.

He was thinking about two things.

Who is his father? He appeared in Xingwei and then at the Second World Brain Research Institute.

He called in the assistant of former Xingwei CEO Bertram.

The believer named Lawson of Bei Ming Temple.

Lawson handed over a USB flash drive, which contained very little information.

Among them is a photo from 27 years ago!

Liu Zhengqing and Xingzhi's previous CEO, the elders of Bertram's family, stood in front of a huge machine.

‘consciousness radiator’

‘Representable human consciousness’

‘But the cooperation between Xingwei Group and Liu Zhengqing was not pleasant. After learning that Xingzhi Group wanted to use drugs to mutate the human brain to control machinery, Liu Zhengqing left angrily. ’

There are brief instructions at the rear.

Brother Liu frowned.

I wasn't born yet at that time.

The Internet was not well developed either, and such confidential information rarely circulated to this day.

And his father has always been like an elusive shadow.

The true body can never be found.

Brother Liu knew that Xingwei’s backstage was the European officials.

He instantly thought of the pilot of the Pluto mecha.

His brain is extremely developed, and his hands have evolved, as if they have been elongated.

If the mecha wants the fastest reaction state, directly transmitting instructions through human brain activity must be the most efficient method.

But it was obvious that this was not consistent with his father’s research direction.

and.

Judging from the mobility of the Pluto mecha, even now, European brain nerve technology is in a state of swallowing up its achievements, and there is definitely no breakthrough.

Not even as good as Pope's God-killer.

Liu Di controlled the God-killer for 10 seconds, but after all, it was through the Internet. He knew in his heart that if it was connected to the human brain, the God-killer's capabilities would go far beyond that.

Regarding the electronicization of the human brain, Liu Di is noncommittal.

This must be the inevitable trend in the future.

In fact, this will be the ultimate state of machines serving human beings and will become the method of human immortality.

Thinking of this, Brother Liu suddenly asked, "Demon boy, how do you cooperate with my brain?"

"Huh?"

The voice of the devil boy came, "Brother Liu, you have asked me this question many times, and I will answer you every time. What made me is a more advanced technology. Before we can reach super artificial intelligence, even I have to do it myself." don't know."

Brother Liu was stunned, "Really? Have I asked many times?"

Devil Boy: "Yes, but you always forget everything, and your memory seems to be messed up in time and space."

Brother Liu sighed slightly.

Get rid of these confusing thoughts.

Focusing on the father’s face in the photo, is the consciousness particle he is studying a kind of advanced technology, or is it simply a fantasy?

But Brother Liu held a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Integrating hundreds of technologies related to consciousness particles in the brain, a so-called "consciousness monitor" was designed.

Look at the drawings in the perspective.

The reason why these patents that I use are sealed in the basement is that they are at least more than ten years old.

It must be a reflection of my father’s hard work.

Brother Liu was disappointed. Even if the machine was built, someone would have to die in the machine. Otherwise, the machine would not be able to monitor anything.

Brother Liu passed the drawings to Nan Ruoyi.

Let her use her robot factory to build the instrument.

Even if it's a souvenir.

after.

Liu Di recalled another confusing force - the Chinese Mohists.

There are thousands of research institutions in China, but they want to control the Brain Research Institute.

Could it be that they have made breakthroughs in the field of brain research?

Will they have a way to cure Tianluo?

Finish handling the matters at hand, or finish stealing your own company

It’s time to pay a visit to that enigmatic ninth-generation Mohist giant!

Brother Liu looked up.

The sun rises over the coastline in the distance, turning the sky orange-red!

So beautiful.

drink! drink!

From the far shore of Ghost Island, bursts of fierce shouts could be heard.

Brother Liu looked away.

But I saw 283 figures, getting up at the same time as the sunrise, standing in front of the waves in an orderly manner, practicing a set of marching fists in uniform.

Under the rising sun, tall figures are seen, full of masculine energy.

Brother Liu was moved.

I don’t know how much consciousness Tianluo has left.

Although they no longer want to return to the war department, the body-training habits they have developed over the years are deeply engraved in their bones.

As the saying goes, people only see the heroic appearance of the strong, but few people know that the strong never slack off!

Brother Liu was infected by this atmosphere.

He stood up and stretched his muscles, and slowly came to the Tianluo warrior.

The 283 people stood up straight in an instant and said hello in unison: "Mr. Liu."

Brother Liu nodded, "Brothers, your fierceness can be said to be at its peak, but we in China also have a kind of martial arts, which pays attention to tranquility of mind and appropriate movement and stillness."

Brother Liu paced slowly, "How about I show off my shame today and teach everyone a set of boxing?"

"Let's learn from Mr. Liu."

283 people responded in unison.

Brother Liu nodded slowly, his eyes scanning the faces of the soldiers one by one.

He wants to teach everyone boxing from the bottom of his heart.

But at the same time, he also wanted to know how much intelligence Giro's brain had regained after being controlled by Toxoplasma gondii.

"Brothers, just watch."

Brother Liu stood at the front of the crowd, slowly took a horse stance, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.

The Tianluo warriors also concentrated and took the same stance.

The world seemed to be quiet for a moment.

A moment.

Brother Liu held a fist under his armpit and slowly punched out. The speed was very slow, but it was as steady as a horizontal steel ruler, without a trace of deviation!

Then he exchanged his fists, the second punch, and the third punch.

"This set of boxing is about the state of mind. Everyone should be cautious and not arrogant."

Brother Liu closed his fists, and his hands swung in front of his chest like flowing water. The fingertips slowly emitted steaming air, drawing a Tai Chi Liangyi diagram in the void!

In the perspective, the demon boy also imitated the movements in a naive manner.

He frowned, wearing a Taoist robe: "The so-called airflow is the evaporation effect produced by the human body's high concentration of attention and the mobilization of pores. According to the principle of conservation of energy, the body temperature will drop after doing it for a long time. Master Ben is so cold."

This set of boxing performed by Brother Liu.

It was in the Baimei Temple in Xiuxiang Mountain that he learned it from a master in one night!

The ancient martial arts that Baimei mentioned - Qigong!

But if Baimei saw Brother Liu now, he would definitely be autistic!

Brother Liu practiced this kind of boxing twice in total.

He has already entered the state of meditation that is said to be once in a thousand years and has reached the pinnacle!