Case File Compendium

It took a while for the two of them to calm down slowly.

After so many bloodsheds, they finally could no longer hurt each other because of each other's suffering, because of each other's fragility.

Although none of them dare to mention all the things that happened before, for fear that one wrong step will destroy the tranquility now, so whether it is Chen Man, Anthony, or the various misunderstandings between them, the thorns in the flesh are all Haven't unplugged yet.

But everything between them, whether it is separation or reunion, whether it is resentment or infatuation, whether it is dispute or peace, in fact, it is only up to the two of them in the end, not by others.Those people and those things can give them knots, fallacies, losses...but just like a star that has deviated from its orbit will eventually come back——Xie Qingcheng's collapse will make He Yu relieved.

Even if it is just in the most ordinary capacity, even if I am already scarred and at a loss.

As long as He Yu heard Xie Qingcheng say it hurts.

As long as Xie Qingcheng saw He Yu stretching out his hand for help.

In the end, they will still stop walking alone, turn their heads, and follow the sound to appease the wailing of the same kind.

"Then, what about Duan Wen?" After calming down, Xie Qingcheng asked He Yu softly.

He wanted to know how He Yu had spent the past three years on both sides. He wanted to know how He Yu had lived the past three years.

After asking the dream breaker, it should be Mandela.

"Dreambreaker is on guard against you, and it is impossible for Mandela not to be wary of you. Duan Wen suffered from you three years ago. Three years ago, he thought you had joined him, but in the end you exposed his island location. I Don't even believe he can accept you a second time. Is it because of the loyalty chip?"

When he said this, his voice was still turbulent.

"The kind of chip he once implanted in your heart?"

"No." He Yu whispered, "If that chip still counts, I would have died hundreds of times now. I later found out that the loyalty chip doesn't work for me. Duan Wen and the others also found out."

Xie Qingcheng was startled: "...why doesn't it work."

"It's about my physique." He Yu said, "Maybe because I'm a blood gu, when I don't want it, my blood gu physique will even interfere with their chip, and Duan Wen can't use that to monitor whether I'm loyal to him or not. but……"

He paused: "There are some things that make Duan Wen once again choose to believe that he can control me."

Xie Qingcheng had a faint premonition: "What?"

He Yu stopped again, this time the silence was longer than before.

It was a long time before he opened his mouth, and the content of his answer completely confirmed Xie Qingcheng's thoughts.

He Yu said, "My mother."

"..."

"Vivian. The real Lu Zhishu."

He Yu moved in the quilt, adjusted his posture, and pulled the quilt higher, allowing him and Xie Qingcheng to sink into the darkness more thoroughly.He and Xie Qingcheng got closer, but they didn't completely stick to each other.

Although he knew it was inappropriate and inappropriate, at this moment Xie Qingcheng suddenly remembered that when he was studying, he had a conflict with the girl at the same table for a week, and then he couldn't stand it anymore. He opened a bag of snacks, handed it to her, and asked her if she wanted to eat.

The tablemate also intended to reconcile, so he took the snacks, and the two of them suddenly became very cautious when getting along with each other. Embarrassed, for fear of stepping on the other person's sore spot again if not paying attention.

Now, the relationship between him and He Yu is very close to this state, like a piece of porcelain that has just been repaired, the clay that glued the pieces together is not yet dry, and it is fragile everywhere, so you have to be extra careful.

He Yu closed his eyes, not daring to get closer, and only allowed the faint breath belonging to Xie Qingcheng to penetrate into his lungs. The cold and almost bitter smell would not be too pleasant to anyone, but But He Yu's heart was soothed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he opened his mouth hoarsely, and began to narrate.

"My mother's body is still preserved in their lab."

"!!"

"It was the body, which had been frozen with liquid nitrogen, but they told me at the time that they could bring my mother back to life."

Xie Qingcheng was stunned: "How is it possible?"

"Physiologically, it is impossible, but if it can be combined with virtual reality, it can be done." He Yu said, "The Mandela Organization has a great interest in the human brain. You see, they use VR to 5D effects, magnetic field interference, hearing interference, olfactory interference, and visual effect projections have realized a truly perfect virtual reality projection in advance on this island—and all of these are inspired by the Mandela effect produced by the human brain. They I believe that studying people's thinking is the only key that can truly break the constraints of life and death."

"To use the simplest analogy, Li Bai was a person 1000 years ago. From the perspective of normal time and space, it is completely impossible for us to have a dialogue with him. But in fact, because he recorded some of his experiences and thoughts in words It has been passed down for 1000 years, so we can hear what a person who died a thousand years ago said, and know some things he did. His physical body cannot escape the constraints of time and space, but his thoughts can. The most basic idea of ​​the seemingly complex Mandela metaverse."

"However, words are only the most basic carrier, just like photos, which are temporary and fixed. Let's take Li Bai as an example. It is only a part of Li Bai's thoughts that break through the limitations of time and space. He cannot use all his thoughts. The words are preserved, and the remaining words are also solidified, and they can no longer think for themselves, and cannot regenerate their own ideas—but what if there is a technology that can extract all the consciousness of the human brain for preservation?"

As He Yu said, he raised his hand and tapped Xie Qingcheng's forehead: "The thing here is the human soul. If it leaves the body, in another system, it can still have self-awareness and continuously generate self-awareness, then Does it mean that this person is still alive? Just like the soul-shifting spell in religions that people once thought was whimsical, but in fact, as long as this is done, even if the body dies, as long as the mind is preserved, in the view of the Mandela Organization , the man is still alive."

"As long as human consciousness can be continuously extended through technology, stuffed into the computer cloud, stuffed into the body of a robot, or even implanted into the body of another living person through chip control." He Yu said softly, "The so-called The 'resurrection' or 'immortality' of the past will be realized."

Xie Qingcheng: "They want...eternal life!?"

"It's far more than that. In the final conception of the metaverse organized by Mandela, human beings may not need to live with a physical body at all. After all, the population saturation in the world is limited. If everyone can live forever, there will be a new life one day." There will be no place to stand. But once the metaverse is structured according to their ideas, it will be different."

"Human consciousness can be saved to the cloud, become two-dimensional data, and survive in the computer system. The barrier from three-dimensional to two-dimensional is broken. At that time, everyone can 'live', but everyone does not need to 'live'. Human beings live, act, and become labor forces in the database...Only data humans who have achieved extremely high achievements or acquired great wealth in the two-dimensional world can obtain a normal human body like ours now."

Such a creepy scene unfolded like a scroll before Xie Qingcheng's eyes following He Yu's description.

"In their future framework, the real world will become very ideal—because the number of human beings living on the earth in the form of flesh is strictly controlled, and ecological resources will slowly recover, and this will not affect the development of human society at all. Development, after all, there are a large number of two-dimensional people as data, completing production and life in the "Metaverse" world in the cloud, and continuously contributing their labor force-maybe the place where billions or trillions of people live, and finally It's just a small data disk. Two-dimensional people have to work hard all the time, and actively struggle to get a physical ticket to come to the three-dimensional world. And the power to let people come to the real world can be firmly controlled by the ruler in the hands of investors and capital owners.”

Xie Qingcheng listened, his back felt chills. What was terrifying was not such an idea, but that this idea could be realized according to the trajectory of the crazy development of science and technology.

A three-dimensional social person will be transformed into a two-dimensional social person by his compatriots, and his inborn flesh and blood will be compressed into thought data. Whether he can come to a three-dimensional society depends entirely on whether the controller needs you and whether you have considerable wealth. wealth.

What's even more frightening is that the people in the data will get used to being a set of data. After all, if people in the three-dimensional society want to delete data and manipulate their thoughts, they may only need to write a program, which saves the capital brainwashing of modern society. The environment will become quite normal, and no one will resist, otherwise it will be a "virus".

"This is ridiculous..." Xie Qingcheng murmured.

He Yu said: "It's not absurd at all. If it really develops unfettered, it's probably within a few hundred years. Actually, do you think that in today's society, many things have become more and more digital and Flattened?"

"What do you mean?"

"When the Internet was not popular, the tone, intonation, and content of people's speeches were often very different and each had its own characteristics. However, the rapid spread of the Internet made 'repetition' a normal thing, and assimilated 'individuals' into 'collectives'. '. For example..." He Yu said softly to Xie Qingcheng, "When you were young, if the classmates watched a movie, the teacher asked everyone to drive the train in groups, and each said a few words to evaluate the movie. Everyone's speeches should be different. But now when the public reviews a movie, you open the barrage, and you will often see some repeated speeches. For example, one person wrote 'tears', and the next In the long barrage, almost everyone will repeat the word "tears."

"For another example, people's patience is getting less and less for those very complicated works. Many people only want to see the rough and simple justice and evil, love and not love, but forget that human nature itself is very contradictory, not Simple labels one by one. But labels and simplicity will make people feel comfortable, easy to understand, and not controversial. This sense of comfort and security will cause people to become less and less inclined to think, and more and more accustomed to not thinking. When not thinking becomes a habit, when people need to express their thoughts, they can only repeat some words and phrases that have appeared repeatedly on the Internet. The end result is that the same remarks can be made on this matter See it, and see it in another thing too. Whether it's praise, criticism, insult, or creation, it all starts to look the same, it's like..."

He Yu paused: "It's like an idea produced by an assembly line."

Xie Qingcheng narrowed his eyes.

The assembly line used to produce only real objects, but after careful reflection, when more and more people only perform simple repetitions and give up the ability to think for themselves under the brainwashing of teat entertainment and information, then what they say and what they do, Has it become an invisible "assembly line product"?

This is a very terrible result. People who have become products of the assembly line have often lost the strength to struggle out of mediocrity, because they have been assimilated.And when the power of assimilation becomes stronger and stronger, more and more people will be coerced into this torrent.

"Think about it, Xie Qingcheng." He Yu said, "What thing will keep repeating the thoughts instilled in it by others, and behave according to direct orders or invisible guidance?"

An answer broke through the ground.

Xie Qingcheng murmured: "...artificial intelligence."

"Yes. So in the concept of the Mandela Organization, artificial intelligence is not just manufactured." He Yu said, "It can be a living human being, but it has been brainwashed into an 'artificial intelligence'."

"The typical performance of artificial intelligence is 'repetition', 'assimilation', and 'obedience'. As long as they are successfully brainwashed, the 'kindness', 'rationality' and 'speculative ability' possessed by human beings will fade or even disappear, and they will become like Machines are as indifferent, cruel, and have no guilt for what they have done. Because 'guilt', 'gratitude', and 'pity' are some advanced emotions, they belong to biology, not to artificial intelligence. This is a degradation of the human heart , and in fact, you can see such a sign in some people in modern society.”

"..."

"The metaverse is not a castle in the air." He Yu said, "it can be realized. At that time, the people who have the power of science and technology will be the creators of the metaverse, and they can make the world change according to their ideas. Now let people It may take five or ten years to accept a new idea, but in the metaverse, it may be the second you press the keyboard—”

He paused for a few seconds and went on:

"So, Mandela must have the most advanced technology in this 'industrial revolution', and then, become an absolute creator god."

"This is the ultimate goal they want to spend decades and hundreds of years to achieve."

After He Yu finished speaking, there was a dead silence in the bedroom.

Xie Qingcheng's limbs became colder than before, and he kept thinking about what He Yu said.

These ideas seem to be far away, but going back from the historical line, can people who wrote family letters in 1900 imagine that relatives and friends who are thousands of miles away can see each other only with a machine like a small mirror, Have a conversation as if face to face?

Only a little over 100 years have passed, who knows what the world will look like in another 100 years.

And Mandela is composed of scientific research radicals, and it is normal for their ideas to be 200 years ahead of the times.

Xie Qingcheng: "So those people on the island who were manipulated were Mandela's brainwashed, controlled minds, and made weapons?"

"Well. Just like your parents, they have passed away. What Mandela did is to collect a large number of videos, notes, and combat data of their lives, and then imitate their thinking patterns and brainwash them into the brains of other living people. So they After getting out of Zoya's control, you will act like your real parents. But they are fake, and their own brains have been damaged, and they have no thoughts, and they can't be saved." He Yu said, " I hope you don't feel guilty about it."

Xie Qingcheng was silent.

There seemed to be a ray of light in his heart, although it was unrealistic, but after seeing the violent killing, that ray of light shone weakly.

At this time, the beam of light finally went out silently.

"In that case, it's really just virtual reality. Like everything else on the island, it's all blurred, like a phantom."

He Yu: "Yes."

"..." Xie Qingcheng asked, "Then if I meet those robots again..."

"What you see will be their original appearance." He Yu said, "Some reformed people."

After a pause, he continued: "However, if you still want to see Mandela Island through the eyes of normal people, you can do it through a machine lens. Because the effect of the island is achieved through various disturbances, the five senses It's all blinded, and the visual part is like a vr projection, did you just see the drone on the island?"

"Ah."

"Those drones are one of the devices that help create the projections, which are responsible for part of the visual obscuration. Like the projections in Spider-Man."

Xie Qingcheng: "I haven't watched "Spider-Man."

"Where is Teresa Teng's resurrection concert?"

"nor."

"...It's not important. I just want to say that your eyes will not be deceived anymore, but what the camera lens captures is the image after VR imaging, which has the same effect as the TV station shooting Teresa Teng's resurrection concert."

When Xie Qingcheng heard this, he suddenly thought of something: "If this is the case, if we destroy the drones responsible for visual projection, will normal people be able to see the real scene on the island?"

He Yu shook his head: "Creating fake pictures is actually the simplest requirement of VR, and Mandela also faked hearing, smell, and magnetic field responses at the same time. Therefore, it is useless to simply destroy the drone, they will activate the emergency device , can also deceive the past. And these drones are monitored in real time. Once attacked, Duan Wen will know that someone on the island has leaked secrets, because normal people can’t see them, and everyone on the island except me has a loyalty chip control. Then, that leaker can only be me."

"To break the illusion, the most thorough way, and the only way, is to find the total interference device of the virtual reality on this island. As long as you find it and destroy it, all projections on the island will stop immediately. The hyena is Hyenas, humans are humans, helicopters are helicopters, concrete fortresses are concrete fortresses, and normal people can see the truth without being affected."

When He Yu said this, his expression was very gloomy.

"I've been trying to find the master valve to shut off the interference device on Mandela Island for years. I think there must be such a master valve on this island, but I can't do it alone. No one else believes me. They would rather fight head-on. I came to this island to die. As a result, I encountered a truly terrifying weapon just invented, the rapid cold light."

He paused, and there was some irony in his eyes.

"After that weapon appeared, Dreambreaker's trust in me became even lower. I know some of them thought I was hiding something, so they had to send people to the island to investigate first..."

He Yu closed his eyes.

"So Team Zheng became a victim and was taken to the dungeon."

Xie Qingcheng heard this and asked: "Old Zheng, Chen Man, and those who were the first to land on the island, are they all in the dungeon?"

Chen Man's name caught his ears, and He Yu's expression froze, but he hummed anyway.

Xie Qingcheng: "Mandela hasn't done any experiments with them, has he?"

"Not yet." He Yu said, "Live samples are hard to come by, and they generally won't do it right away."

Xie Qingcheng was a little relieved when he heard the words, and said: "There is no other way now, the data of the rapid cold light collected by me and Lao Zheng was terminated by you in front of Zoya when it reached 90.00% , but the data must be handed over to headquarters immediately."

"I know, I will find a chance to retransmit it tomorrow morning." He Yu said, "It is not difficult for me. I have passed many secrets of Mandela Island back to Dreambreaker in the past few years. The map was drawn with my cooperation. But speaking of it..."

He Yu paused, staring into Xie Qingcheng's eyes in the darkness.

"Did you take some materials from my study and bring them back to the commander-in-chief during those days when I was trapped at home to recuperate from illness?"

Unexpectedly, he would suddenly ask this question, Xie Qingcheng paused, and then replied: "...um."

He asked again, "How did you find out?"

He Yu: "After you left, I checked the surveillance. I found a problem, and then confirmed with the commander-in-chief on the phone. It was you who took it away."

"..." Xie Qingcheng still had some doubts in his heart at that time. He didn't understand why He Yu didn't pass the final data to the commander in time.

But after talking so much with He Yu, he already guessed the reason.

"Before you give him the data, do you want to remind him one last time that Mandela Island is an island based on the concept of the metaverse. After removing the virtual projection, it is actually very ordinary and not so scary. Just cut off the one that caused the phantom intervention. Master valve?"

He Yu was silent for a moment, then admitted: "Yes. Whether he believes it or not, I want to try again for the last time. But then you took away the data and gave it to him in advance."

Xie Qingcheng was momentarily at a loss for words: "...I'm sorry."

He Yu shook his head, and asked again: "What about you? Why did you have already guessed that I was an undercover agent of the Dream Breaker, and you still handed over the information I collected to the commander before I did."

"At that time, I was only guessing about your identity, and there was no evidence to prove that you were one of us. I think if you were an undercover agent, not many people would know about it, but the commander-in-chief must be one of them."

"I need to confirm my thoughts with him." Xie Qingcheng said, "Before I go to the island, I want a clear answer. Make sure I guessed correctly."

He Yu understood: "So let me tell you, when I was an informant, you were so sure, because you were not just guessing, you had confirmed it with him..."

Xie Qingcheng gave a soft "hmm".

He Yu couldn't help but said: "But since he told you my undercover identity, he should have reminded me at that time..."

But at this point, he paused again.

He realized why the commander-in-chief didn't remind himself—because the dreambreakers still didn't trust him after all, and the information they gave him was incomplete.There is a hand of cards in everything.

Seeing his expression, Xie Qing knew what he was thinking, so in order to make him feel better, he comforted him and said: "The situation was very urgent at that time, and there were too many things he had to control. The smallest, so for the sake of safety, it's normal not to want to explain more during the call with you."

After a pause, he said again: "And he should think it's a trivial matter, and the problem will be solved naturally when we meet."

"..."

But after saying this, both of them recalled the chaotic scene when they first met on the island, and fell silent again.

Xie Qingcheng felt embarrassed, and changed the topic: "By the way, have you...have you ever wondered why the layout of this island is so similar to Shanghai University's Fantasy Island?"

He Yu came back to his senses: "This may be related to an incident I just investigated recently, and I haven't had time to tell the commander-in-chief about that incident. It is related to the true identity of the 'boy' on the island. He should be ..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a clear knock on the door outside the quilt.

He Yu and Xie Qingcheng were startled, holding their breath in the darkness.

He Yu was still calm, he raised his hand, and touched Xie Qingcheng's lips, meaning to pretend to be asleep first, and keep quiet first.

There were three or four knocks on the door and then stopped.

"He Yu."

"........."

It was Duan Wen!

Duan Wen was right at the door, his voice was faint, he couldn't hear any emotion, and he didn't say any purpose, just said: "Please open the door."