I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

Cracking technicians have no way to start, because these circuits are far beyond their cognition.

就好像，你刚刚学会1+1=2和2+2=4，马上就要面对一道微分方程一般。

If this kind of electronic circuit design really exists in this world, then most of the physical laws of electronics will be broken, and the foundation of the entire reality will be shaken.

It wasn't just the device's circuitry that terrified Johnson.

When [Morning Star] was released for two weeks and topped the global electronic equipment sales list for two consecutive weeks, Johnson's organization finally succeeded in extracting the resource pack of [Spiritual Night].

They continued to work for a whole week to barely complete this step.

But no one knew that Johnson's organization was like an innocent and ignorant child at this time, standing next to Pandora's Box, showing off his discoveries to the people around him.

Little did they know, the end of fate was coming.

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===682. Immortal You===

At night, Johnson and several technicians in the organization were studying the unpacking material of [Spiritual Night].

The work of unpacking is very simple. You only need to find the location of the corresponding material package, and then use professional software to extract it. Just like many games just released, someone dug out the easter eggs in the game, some abandoned manuscripts, and Hidden characters and more.

But [Morning Star] this equipment is outrageous.

Professional hackers like Johnson feel that their heads are too big, and the senior engineers of those military companies are helpless. They can't even figure out the logic of operation.

As for unpacking the material, it is even more difficult, thanks to the kindness of Lu Jian, who gave several common interfaces, otherwise, if it is a fully wireless mode, then this group of people may not be able to obtain even a trace of resources.

According to hackers, as long as there is a physical interface, even the nuclear bomb key can be cracked for you.

After a long time of trying, Johnson finally extracted the resource pack of [Spiritual Night].

The size of this resource pack made him feel a little scary.

Because judging from [Morning Star]’s experience, Johnson believed that the resource pack would be very large, and specially prepared a server-level storage device.

But in fact, this resource pack was unexpectedly small, only over 300g, and even when it was extracted, Johnson thought he had made a mistake.

A game with such a huge structure is actually so big?

Johnson began to wonder if Lu Juan had come into contact with Area 51 or Zenith Star technology.

He poured a cup of coffee, took a sip, and then opened the resource pack with the unpacking software with his companions.

First, there were some broken models. Johnson didn't know where they were. The first thing he looked for was the catalog.

Normally, the resource package contains at least one directory, which contains the storage addresses of all resources. Through this directory, you can find any resources according to the map.

Most of the game resource packs are some models, etc., which are different from ordinary cognition. Except for some skeletons, most other models are stored in blocks. When the characters move, they are displayed by calling different parts of the model. Or when it comes to clothes, there will not be a lot of mold wear.

Some modeling can be called the extreme of cutting corners. For example, a girl wearing a skirt may have a blank space under her skirt, even without a body. In order to reduce the use of resources, designers often use this look. There is no problem with the opportunistic approach.

Johnson took another sip of his coffee as the program searched the catalog, a long and tedious process.

He chatted with his companion for a few homely things, and suddenly saw that the progress of cracking the program stopped.

No, Johnson observed carefully, but found that the progress bar did not stop moving, but kept beating within a very small range.

Sometimes it goes forward a little bit, and sometimes it jumps back quite a bit.

Johnson saw this for the first time.

It’s fine if the progress bar is slow, as there are too many files and it’s too slow to search.

But this is a progress bar that goes backwards, Johnson has never seen it before.

He stared at the progress bar, feeling very strange.

Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered.

Johnson hurriedly raised his head to look at the fluorescent lamp, which emitted a pale light, illuminating the room.

It was late at night, and the sudden darkness still made people feel uneasy.

"The voltage is unstable?"

Johnson asked a question, and walked to the switch to take a look.

No exception.

He checked the switch, and when he was about to turn around, he suddenly felt something on the back of his neck.

The thing seemed to be blowing cool air towards Johnson.

For a moment, Johnson got goosebumps, and he hurriedly turned around, only to find that there was nothing behind him.

Looking around again, Johnson's heartbeat accelerated slightly, and he returned to the house.

The companion was looking at the picture with his mobile phone. When Johnson saw the computer screen, he almost cried out.

"what have you done?"

He hurried to the front of the computer, seeing that the progress bar was almost invisible, and the cracking work seemed to have returned to the most primitive state.

"I did not do anything"

The companion said that he was also at a loss, staring at the cracking program in a daze.

However, after Johnson operated for a while, he unexpectedly discovered that a lot of material had been obtained.

He first clicked on a model.

It was like a coffin.

"coffin?"

Johnson really couldn't think of a coffin appearing in this game. He used 3D software to check the outside of the coffin, but found no problems. At this time, Johnson found that the coffin seemed to be openable.

Swallowing, Johnson clicked and dragged, and slowly opened the coffin cover.

Suddenly, the lights in the room went dark.

In the dark room, only the fluorescent light from the computer screen illuminated the faces of the two.

The technician sitting next door panicked, scrambling to find the light switch.

sizzle-

A burst of electricity sounded clearly amidst the panic, causing everyone to stop.

Johnson looked at the screen.

The progress bar of the cracking program was frozen at zero.

Then, the coffin in the 3D software creaked.

It was slowly pushed away by itself without anyone operating it.

It was as if something lying in the coffin was struggling to get out of the coffin and come to reality.

Johnson stared at the coffin, not daring to look away for a moment.

He felt his heart beating faster, and he swallowed harder in his throat as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

Johnson swallowed.

Later, he and his companions saw that the coffin was pushed away, and it was empty inside, as if it had never contained anything.

drop--

The computer beeped a sticky keys alarm, which brought Johnson back to breathing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to ask someone to get a flashlight to see if there was something wrong with the switch or the lamp was burnt out.

The moment Johnson turned his head, he felt a human warmth coming from behind him.

It was a very subtle, burr-like radiant feeling that only standing people would feel, like the pressure felt by the fine hair on the arm when the sun shines on it.

But behind Johnson, there must be no one else!

His heartbeat, which had gradually slowed down, suddenly began to drive wildly like a racing engine.

The stiff neck gradually turned his head, and before he saw something, Johnson heard a soft whisper in his ear.

"Finally found."

It was a soft and waxy voice like a girl groaning softly.

The next moment, Johnson saw, behind him, a woman in a gorgeous cheongsam who looked like a blooming dahlia was covering her face with a fan, looking at him with enchanting eyes.

"Let's play a game, shall we?"

The moment his consciousness left his body, Johnson heard the whisper of a demon.

===683. Devil Descended===

"It is reported that the base of a hacker organization that was attacked this time is located in Northern Europe. The police found on-site investigation that according to the residence registration, there should have been more than [-] members of the organization living here, but only the wreckage of some members was found at the scene. As well as the traces of some religious ceremonies, due to the complicated situation at the scene, the police said that further investigations are needed, and no organization has claimed responsibility for the incident at present.”

The news on the mobile phone played the latest reports, which made the police officer in charge, Essenwell, shake his head.

"What and what is this, can't our journalists even tell the truth?"

Essenwell was wearing a mask. He put away his mobile phone, opened the cordon, and walked into the abandoned factory.

"Man, you know, if we tell the people that these people don't know why they're like this, we'll be out of a job the next day."

Another police officer nearby said he was also wearing a mask and gloves.

The two walked through a white shed, put on white gowns to prevent pollution, and finally walked into the abandoned factory.

There was a strong smell of blood. Even experienced butchers who work in slaughterhouses could not bear this strong smell. He also vomited into the isolation suit on the spot during the situation, and had a strong sense of dizziness, which was not relieved until a few hours later.

What Eisenwell and his colleagues presented was a scene of hell that even Dante's "Divine Comedy" could not describe.

On the wall, on the table, on the computer, and even on the ceiling, solidified flesh and blood were splashed everywhere. According to the forensic examination, these flesh and blood were thrown with a huge force, and the impact caused the pieces of flesh to be directly spread into pieces. A piece of pie, according to the guesses of forensic doctors, can only appear in this state when an explosion equivalent to a shell occurs in the human body.

But if you think about it carefully, how could a person produce such an explosion?

Essenwell looked to the other side again. On the ground, countless pieces of flesh gathered together like living worms, and only the outlines of human beings could be vaguely discerned. There were at least five people here, who were captured in a distorted way. Put together, no one but the devil can figure out why they are like this.