My brother became a love brain

"Our authority is greater than you think, we can manipulate..."

I interrupted his mechanical voice impatiently: "If you really have such a great authority, you don't need to let Su Ran, a tasker, interfere with our lives, and you don't need to talk nonsense with me anymore, and tempt me to do something. Favorable to your choice."

"..."

I seem to experience his helplessness from its silence.

"It is impossible for any author to take care of all aspects of a story world," I pretended to be confident, and boldly stated my conjecture, "The existence of the tasker itself is due to the deviation of the important plot line of the world." Shifting, they enter the world, possessing the characters in the plot, trying to turn the shifted plot back to the original track."

"The taskers are complacent and think they are the chosen ones, but in fact, they are just pawns controlled by you. I guess there is some kind of contract between you. Once the taskers fail, they will be punished, and they may even be killed directly. .”

I calmed my breath, controlled my expression, and waited for his response.

I didn't wait long, and the mastermind's mechanical voice sounded again: "Taskers have extremely generous benefits..."

"It doesn't appeal to me at all." After saying this, I couldn't help but smile politely.

"If you decide to give up this opportunity, we will contact Mr. Song Dongyang."

"He won't agree to you either." I paused, a thought crossed my mind, and I added, "I guess you have communicated with him before, but he refused?"

The main brain was silent for a long time this time, and it asked, "Why do you all choose to give up?"

I didn't notice any malice in this question, so I breathed a sigh of relief and replied to him: "Maybe it's because we all have emotions that we can't let go of?"

"love?"

"It's not just love," I refuted it seriously, "and relatives and friends. I was born and raised in this world. You tell me it's false, but to me, this world is real. .Even without Song Dongyang, I still won’t give it up, I can’t tolerate an AI manipulating my body to live in this world instead of me.”

"Your answer is different from Song Dongyang."

"Ok?"

"Song Dongyang is more passionate about love than you, he is a love brain."

The mastermind's words made me curious, and I really want to know the content of the conversation between Song Dongyang and it at that time, but I don't need to ask the mastermind, I hope Song Dongyang will tell me this story in person.

The negotiation seems to be coming to an end, the bait thrown by the mastermind is not so tempting, I have also absorbed enough information from the conversation, it is time to stop the conversation, after all, my lover is still waiting for me to go back.

"If you have no other questions, maybe you can restore the black and white pixels in front of you?" I didn't see the mirror, so I don't know what I look like when I smile now, maybe my face has also turned into pixels?

"You have the right to repent at any time." The mastermind's voice was flat, but when he said this, he had already expressed his renunciation.

"I won't regret it," I said after a pause, "I miss this world very much, and I hope I can die in peace."

"When you successfully complete the task and accumulate a certain amount of points, you can choose to destroy me, or even challenge to a higher level. Don't you hate it?"

Unexpectedly, the main brain actually said these words.

I hesitated for a few seconds between pretending to be false and choosing to tell the truth, and finally chose the latter. I said, "Of course I hate you, but I am not completely sure that I can destroy you completely and completely. With the disparity in power between the two sides Under the premise, hatred is meaningless, if you choose to become a tasker out of impulsiveness, it is more likely to step into your trap."

"You are such a smart and sensible person, you really deserve to be..."

The mechanical sound of the main brain suddenly became faltering, and the sound of tearing rang in the ear, as if there was an external force preventing it from continuing.

I waited for a while without waiting for the voice of the Mastermind, and for the rest of my life, I never heard its voice again.

The black and white pixel blocks in front of my eyes gradually became colored, and the corners of the square became round and smooth. I stretched out my hand and saw my white skin. Looking back, there were normal roads and vehicles in front of me, but everything was still It's like a very realistic picture scroll.

I straightened my back and poked forward with my fingers. The stillness in front of me was like extremely thin ice, which would shatter at the touch of a touch.Time came back to the world, and the sound poured into the world. I clenched the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator and continued to move forward. The traffic flow was slow at first, but soon returned to normal. No one paid attention to the episode just now.

My mobile phone also vibrated violently, and the three words Song Dongyang appeared on the screen of the mobile phone, which made me feel refreshed and happy for a long time.

I parked the car in a temporary parking area on the side of the road, swiped open the screen of my phone, and connected the call.

"... Chi Rui?"

"I'm here."

The warm sunshine sprinkled on my face through the car window, and the most ordinary afternoon still made me feel relaxed and happy, and I had the urge to laugh out loud.

"Where are you?" He seemed to have a thousand words, but finally said this sentence.

"On the way back to find you," I said, and I realized that I said it very gently. The pain of the past, like floating dust, quietly dissipated, leaving behind a heart full of joy, "I want to see you."

"I want to see you too." His voice became low and hoarse, like weeping with joy, and through the microphone, he could even detect his shyness and anxiety.

"Song Dongyang," my fingers tapped on the steering wheel again and again, dreaming of brushing his cheeks and body, "I still don't have all the memories that belong to us, but I think we will have more memories in the future. What a sweet experience."

"You're right," he laughed, hearty and without any haze, "we still have a long future, we can always be together."

"I'm going to keep driving," I said, but put the phone on the holder, with no desire to hang up, "Don't talk to me, and don't hang up."

"Okay," he paused, and then said, "I'll wait for you to come back, husband."

I clenched the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car to our happy world.

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