Will the Cyber ​​God fall in love with the Space-Time God?

His gaze was originally invisible, but it was like a sharp sword, stabbing Jiang Yichou back every step of the way. He took a step back and whispered, "It's none of your business."

Hai Mengyou couldn't help laughing: "Shy?"

"There's nothing to be shy about." Jiang Yichou paused for a moment, "I like him everywhere."

The degree of poisoning is quite deep.

Unexpectedly, more than 400 years have passed since his affairs, and there are still people thinking about him, Hai Mengyou is somewhat relieved.

Jiang Yichou had no intention of confessing herself, and cleverly changed the topic: "Also, I also found out what happened to Nick yesterday."

Hai Mengyou immediately turned serious: "How should I say it?"

Jiang Yichou stepped forward and opened a log file.

It took Hai Mengyou less than half a second to finish reading the system operation log file: "So, the one I saw that day was indeed Nick, but he didn't know me, it wasn't pretending, and it wasn't that he minded surveillance, but... "

He raised his hand and pulled out a line of records: "His neural network has been invaded, and his memory or consciousness has been tampered with."

"Correct."

"Nick, why did you become like that later?"

Jiang Yichou shook his head slowly.

Hai Mengyou almost said to himself: "So I still have to go to the gap..."

Jiang Yichou didn't respond on the bright side, but quietly looked at his expression, but Hai Mengyou suddenly turned around, he hurriedly covered his eyes, and lowered his eyes to the ground.

Hai Mengyou was suspicious in his heart, but his face was calm: "Jiang, do you have any records of the people who were at the scene yesterday?"

Jiang Yichou: "Yes."

"Quickly check whether the audience's neural lace has been tampered with during the period from the end of the synesthesia cage yesterday to now."

Jiang Yichou compiled the instructions on the spot, and in less than 500 milliseconds, dense records were projected in the air.

After the data is loaded, there are a total of more than 800 tampered records.

Almost... half of the people present!

In less than a day, the neural lace of half of the audience was hacked and tampered with.

Hai Mengyou's back felt a little chilly: "...so that's how the 'monster' debate on the information flow came about."

On his birthday, did Nick's family know that he was no longer "Nick".

In the information flow, people who insist that they have never seen a monster in a synesthesia cage know that their consciousness has been tampered with?

Outside the window of the studio, the nighttime city is full of traffic and bustle.

Among thousands of lights, how many lights are real, and how many lights are false?

Hai Mengyou's eyes fell on the ground.

He whispered, "Maybe neural lace, really, shouldn't have been invented."

"No." Jiang Yichou interrupted him, "I never think so."

"Why?" Hai Mengyou raised her eyes, "It's because of Qing Yulia again?"

Jiang Yichou is well-founded: "Even if it has some flaws, the benefits it brings cannot be ignored. Just like Einstein's magical pen, the mass-energy equation, also brought nuclear weapons of destruction and death, but scientifically , we can't give up eating because of choking. And..." His eyes suddenly softened, "Of course, it's also because of Sir Yulia."

... The degree of fandom is really not shallow.Hai Mengyou thought to himself.

He cleared his throat, and asked intentionally, "Is it true that Yulia is right in everything and everything she says?"

"Of course." Jiang Yichou raised his eyes and said seriously, "He is the smartest, bravest, and kindest person."

Originally, Hai Mengyou just wanted to tease him, but he boasted so sincerely that it made Hai Mengyou a little embarrassed.

He coughed lightly, and changed the subject: "However, the system cannot be allowed to invade the neural lace at will and tamper with human memory and consciousness. At least...is it possible to add a switch?"

As soon as he raised his hand, Jiang Yichou immediately minimized the model of the magnetic fluid generator and put together a brain model covered with neural lace.

"Here." As soon as the model was generated, Hai Mengyou's fingertips immediately pointed to the part of the frontal lobe, "If we add a one-way interface here, it will not affect the use of neural lace, but it is difficult for external systems or information to be redistributed." Invade the prefrontal lobe, which is in charge of logic and consciousness, and rewrite it at will."

"It's useless." Jiang Yishou said with a calm face, "When you rewrite other people's neural lace, the Indra system will detect it and rewrite it with you, and Indra's writing speed is also very fast, so ...Finally, useless work."

Hai Mengyou supported the table and looked at him carefully.Judging from his tone, he had not only thought about the one-way interface, but might have actually tried it.

"...You are really different from what I imagined." Seeing Jiang Yichou's nervous expression, he added, "It's the good kind of difference."

However, Hai Mengyou has always been a serious person. After interjecting a few words, he changed the subject and proposed a new plan: "Since you said that the system will notice, if I shut down the server and let Indra, who controls the planet What happens when the system goes offline?"

His hands are in the air, and his eyes are shining earnestly, giving people a more solemn and inviolable feeling. His demeanor and temperament almost overlap with Yuliaqing's, which makes Jiang Yichou feel a sense of innocence. It was a strange feeling, as if seeing another person he missed and was familiar with from a long time ago.

"Jiang?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Hai Mengyou tilted her head slightly and looked at him suspiciously.

"...I don't know." Jiang Yichou collected his thoughts and replied truthfully, "I haven't tried to do this, but the whole cold star is controlled by Indra, I'm afraid..."

"How about 15 minutes?" Hai Mengyou once again precised his request, "In 15 minutes, how many people can you add a one-way switch to the neural lace?"

Jiang Yichou pondered for a moment: "What about the ghost light ball? Once Indra goes offline, the monitoring Birds will also be invalid immediately, and it will immediately break free from its restraints."

Hai Mengyou sighed lightly.

This thing came around again.

The magnetic fluid generator model is shrinking in the lower right corner, and it is constantly rotating.

Hai Mengyou's eyes glanced over the model inadvertently, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration: "How about making the generator first, and restraining the ghost ball in advance?"

Jiang Yichou finally agreed: "This may be feasible."

They discussed some details about the generator together, but Jiang Yichou was also very proficient in mechanical manufacturing.When asked, he only said that it was his own interest.

"You have a lot of interests. Painting, music, writing your own stories, and know how to make machinery." Hai Mengyou folded his arms and said with a smile, "I really want to see the structure in your brain—appreciate meaning, not abnormal meaning of."

Jiang Yichou lowered his head and smiled, the dim light of the model hit his face, making him look extraordinarily gentle.It's just that this smile, like the spring in February, is fleeting.

Hai Mengyou glanced at the time: "It's getting late. I'll go back today."

He moved neatly, and he had already walked to the door of the studio while speaking. Jiang Yichou hurried to collect the model, and grabbed the scarf: "I'll see you off."

"No need." Hai Mengyou just waved his hands casually. He intended to refuse, but Jiang Yichou had already followed and was raising his hand to grab his sleeve. Touched lightly for an instant.

Both of them were taken aback.

Hai Mengyou's fingertips curled up slightly in the air, as if he was feeling the cold touch. After realizing it, he quickly withdrew his hand and whispered: "I said you don't need to send it away."

"..."

Jiang Yichou's footsteps stopped, his hand dropped slowly, and the scarf in his hand fell listlessly.

Hai Mengyou didn't look back, he kept walking, from other people's point of view, he was sassy and neat, and it could even be said that he was a little heartless.He didn't let out a slight sigh until he walked out of the gate, like a tense bowstring suddenly relaxed.

It must be the reason for "Ghost Minister".

He thought to himself, Jiang Yichou is Jiang Yichou, "Ghost Minister" is "Ghost Minister", and the story line of "Ghost Minister" is too suitable for him. That scene touched me, and it has nothing to do with Jiang Yichou himself.

After sorting it out, he set foot on the way home.

After that, because of the matter of the magnetic fluid generator, he and Jiang Yichou basically looked up and down.

But he always reminded himself that by focusing on technical exchanges and ignoring Jiang Yichou himself, he did not lose control again.

On the eighth day in a row, when he stepped out of the gate of Jiang Yichou's house in the early morning, he met Wen Xi at the gate.

Wearing a thick coat, Wen Xi repeated the old saying with him: "It's so late every day, and you still drive back. In my opinion, it's better to move to District 89. It saves you from running around."

"No, no need." Hai Mengyou raised his hand to refuse, he seemed to be used to a short and unquestionable tone, "I'll go back."

Wen Xi knew his temper, grabbed her coat, and couldn't say a word of persuasion.

"Actually, it's getting late, so it's okay to stay here." Jiang Yichou just happened to send him out of the door, and added, "If you need, I can ask Anuo to clean up a room."

"Forget it. I really don't need it." Hai Mengyou said, "Besides, there are still people in my family who are waiting to go back."

After "Ghost Minister", the little robot he picked up disappeared. At this time, he moved suddenly, and he was afraid that the little robot would not find its way home.

Jiang Yichou's face was startled, and then he replied somewhat unnaturally: "...Really."

"Yeah." Hai Mengyou stretched her long legs and stepped onto the hover car in mid-air, "I'll see you when I have a chance."

The phrase "have a chance to meet" turned out to be a prophecy, and after that, he didn't see Jiang Yichou for several days, and the house across the street was also dark at night, and it looked like it had no human taste at all.

He pretended to mention it casually and asked Wen Xi, but Wen Xi only wondered, "Have you not seen each other for a few days? I didn't notice at all." Then he said a few words of relief, "Jiangjiang star, maybe he is too busy. "

Hai Mengyou shook his head: "I checked, and he has no empathy cage recently. There is no record of his encounters on the news feed, and he seems to have disappeared suddenly."

"Is there? You think too much." Wen Xi didn't care, "Why are you so caring, I, a fan of "Ghost Minister", are not as caring as you."

Hai Mengyou was straightforward: "Fake fans!"

Later, things really turned around.

At night, when he was on the second floor looking into the distance, he saw Jiang Yichou holding his left arm and entering the gate. He couldn't even ring the doorbell, and he opened the door with his right elbow. It seemed that the injury was not serious.

After thinking about it again and again, he planned to go over and have a look. Wen Xi saw him rummaging around at home, and after knowing the reason, said: "...the medicine box is in that drawer. But you shouldn't have to go there. Doesn't he have a robot housekeeper? , and, that's Jiang Yichou, he is so rich, there must be a medical cabin at home, nothing will go wrong."

"...I'll go and have a look."

Wen Xi shrugged: "You are really kind."

The cabinet opened with a clatter, Hai Mengyou picked out some simple suits and stuffed them into his pocket, grabbed his coat, and opened the door.

But when he opened the courtyard door, he found something unexpected.

A little robot was lying face down at Wen Xi's gate.Hai Mengyou lowered his body slightly, and after careful identification, he was sure that this was the little robot he had lost for many days.

The little machine didn't know where the waves went. The left arm seemed to be injured, and the parts were smashed to the ground.

He squatted beside the small machine, looked up at the opposite gate with some anxiety, and then looked down at the small machine whose system was completely offline.

After weighing the two, he sighed softly: "...you still have Arnold, he really only has me. I hope you are okay."

Hai Mengyou carefully collected the scattered parts on the ground, and then picked up the little robot horizontally.

When the little machine opened its eyes, Hai Mengyou was sitting by the window, holding the lithography instrument in his left hand, and through the single-sided microscope, he was concentrating on engraving the peripheral nerves of his left hand.

Hearing the noise, he raised his head slightly, his eyes wandering away from the face of the little machine, looking serious and distant.

"Where did you go?" He didn't stop, asking half admonishingly.

The little machine stared at him with some trepidation.

Hai Mengyou glanced at him very quickly, his eyes were cold and sharp, then he lowered his eyes and smiled very lightly.He smiled slowly, and the line of his lips stretched softly. Under the cold starlight, he looked both cold and extremely moving.

"Forget it if you're wild, and you're still injured. Who did you fight with?"

The little machine held its arms and seemed to want to say something, but the fiber optics trembled and it didn't say a word.

"I forgot, your voice system is broken."

Hai Mengyou finished recording the last welding point, tapped the arm shell of the small machine lightly, and took off the single-sided microscope, "Okay. Try it, see if it can move."

The mechanical fingers clenched tentatively, and then gradually stretched out.The little machine looked at the intact arm in amazement, and was so happy that the optical fiber behind it trembled slightly.

He approached Hai Mengyou with some embarrassment, and then leaned on his arm docilely. A dozen or so fluorescent optical fibers covered his body coldly and gently like submissive vines and grasses.

"Okay, is it boring or not." Hai Mengyou patted him, "My own son is not so tired."

The little robot said nothing, but rested its cheek on his arm.

Hai Mengyou looked down, the little machine's new left arm was clearly different from the rest of the old and new.

He suddenly had an absurd idea—Jiang Yichou, it seemed that his left arm was also injured.