"In the case of being unable to judge the enemy's target, our principle is to prepare according to the most unfavorable situation for us," Lin Jingheng picked up the slid downward cloak. "When the chipman of the Free Legion wanted to get into the Heart of Rose, he said that the instinct of unauthorized artificial intelligence was to expand. If he was not alarmist, what would he do if he really wanted to enter the Eighth Galaxy?"

Lu Bixing sat on the floor on the carpet in the bedroom, put Ringer's precious notebook on his knees, looked at the portrait at once, and replied casually: "Super artificial intelligence has a host and can use the network, including interstellar remote networks, fixed-point communications between mechas, etc. He may try to use the network to invade any system."

Lin Jingheng: "But the Heart of Rose is an electronic vacuum, and there is no jump point inside. We are always very careful when we are in direct contact with each other. As long as the Silver Three is not a bucket, the possibility that Woolf and the others can invade the coalition communication system is very small. If it were you, what would you do?"

"Did you let me play artificial intelligence?" Lu Bixing glanced at him and swayed left and right on the carpet and smiled at him, "This... isn't this role-playing a bit too pornographic? I feel a little shy."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Lu Bixing lowered his head again. He had been looking at the paintings painted by Woolf. For some reason, something in the brushstrokes of the portrait touched him for many years, making him have to use a somewhat frivolous joke to exhale the depression stuck in his chest.

At this time, he restrained his hippie smile and pondered for a moment: "If it were me, I might choose to start from the chipman of the Liberty Legion."

The Heart of Rose, Thomas Young, who was sent to the wormhole to reinforce, was not surprised after listening to the guards' report.

"I know, it's abnormal that there is no sign of invasion. Isolate it... Oh, yes, don't be busy clearing it," Thomas Young stretched his waist, "Let the housewife Poisson call a few people over, we set up a team to analyze its invasion path as soon as possible, and report to the Silver One and Commander respectively. If we have a fight with Woolf in the future, the more thorough we prepare, the better."

"The Liberty Legion was chased by Woolf's artificial intelligence and ran around in the first galaxy, inevitably using the jump point. Judging from the battle situation at that time, the entire jump point network should be under Woolf's control," Lu Bixing said. "When the Liberty Legion fled in a hurry, there would be a lot of 'opening' on the mecha. So the mecha we captured was likely to carry viruses."

Lin Jingheng shook his head: "Thomas and Poisson of Silver Three are now in the Heart of Rose. It is impossible for them to not even handle this matter well."

"In addition to the mecha, there are people," Lu Bixing thought for a while, and said, "the personal terminals of the captured chip man and other electronic items may have interacted with the mecha where he is. If the mecha is invaded by Woolf, the electronic devices on the man may not be spared."

The captured Free Legion chipmen have not entered the Eighth Galaxy for the time being and are still in the Heart of the Rose. They will also remove the chips here and be tried.

Poisson Young personally supervised the situation of the prisoners. After hearing Thomas Young's request for the request, Poisson Young nodded: "The sixth and seventh technical teams were in the past. At that time, they had contacted the Artificial Intelligence Legion on the front line. This is a complete video record of the downed command ship of the Free Army. There is no legacy ecological cabin. There is no life response on the spot detection. My grandson Thomas reported to the Galaxy City Command Center. Oh, by the way, and send the electronic equipment we searched from the prisoners here to the unified handling. The prisoners of war were sent to the isolation room."

"Yes," said the guard, "Sir, how long will it take to isolate?"

"Isolation to confirm that there is nothing extra on him except human flesh," Poisson Young said word by word, "accurate to the nanoscale."

"The first thing to catch a prisoner of war is to take off his personal terminal and search out all suspicious items on him, including metal, sharp things, and electronic products," Lin Jingheng said. "Not to mention the personal terminal, it operates on the energy of the host. Once it is removed from the human body, it will be a piece of waste, and other items will be isolated and processed like mechas. What else?"

"They are omnipresent, you are all in every detail," Lu Bixing sighed and thought about it again, "Okay, then there is only biochips that can do some tricks."

Lin Jingheng: "I think we have relatively advantages in the field of biochips."

"Yes, Woolf even has chip interference technology from me." Lu Bixing said, "But don't you consider the worst case? The worst case is that Woolf has actually done some research on chips in some way - this is not impossible. You think, Dr. Harden was imprisoned in a space prison early and ruled out the research team of the Free Legion. I am trying every means to restore Dr. Gerden's idea of ​​chips back then, and he went the same way with them. The one who fought with chips the most for so many years was the Silver Ten Guards and the Alliance Army. Woolf might know the chips better than we imagined. He asked me for chip interference technology, which may be just a cover, making us mistakenly think that he has no choice but to prevent biochips."

Lin Jingheng's eyes sank: "On the one hand, we can detect the traces of artificial intelligence invasion on the captured mechas and chipmakers, and lead Bai Yin San to investigate, making Bai Yin San think that they have deconstructed their invasion paths and methods, and then they make a fuss, and use the chipmaker's biochip to penetrate into our network without knowing it."

Heart of roses.

Lin Jingshu is dead, Wolf temporarily retreats, and the entire human coalition is relieved, but the atmosphere of Silver Three is still tense.

Thomas Young: "I received the command center and the stripped chips must be isolated. I am afraid of those biochips."

Poisson Yang: "You have been hiding behind Tulan, not even touching the side of the battlefield. You are afraid of being too much, so you don't pretend."

"Fear comes from imagination," Thomas Yang Zhenzhen said, "Those who watch ghost movies are more fierce than those who are really ghosts..."

As he was talking about this, he saw a row of cleaning robots carrying the bodies over. Of course, there were no corpses that were destroyed under the missile. Most of these corpses were taken out of the captive mecha. Some were not covered by the mecha gravity balancer when it was out of control. The protective gas was not wrapped and was thrown out and killed. Some died from the leakage of poison gas on the mecha, and some died from the air loss and air pressure changes caused by the damage to the mecha.

There were a few people who were quite ferocious, and a corpse with green face and fangs happened to meet Thomas Yang.

Thomas Yang quickly stepped back on tiptoe: "You can't talk about people during the day, you can't talk about ghosts at night, so slap."

"Wait," Poisson Young called the robot corpse transport team, "Have the body been checked? I've gone to security check again before disposing of it."

The robot corpse transport team passed another security check in front of him with all their duties. The chip people were resting obediently, without intending to cheat the zombie. Poisson Yang waved his hand and asked them to leave.

However, people have a hundred secrets and one sporadic thing.

The robot corpse transport team sent the clean corpse to a special morgue, where the corpse will be identified and registered for processing.

The way to identify the corpse of prisoners of war is to scan the personal terminal on the wrist. The personal terminal uses the energy of the human body. Once a person dies, he will "dead", so he will deal with the corpse without having to be unloaded.

The little robot turned on the "buzzing" scanner, lined up neatly on both sides, sent the chip people's corpses to scan and enter the big belly processor, where they finally returned to the dust and the soil. One after another, identity information jumped out of the scanner screen. These terrible chip people were all ordinary people from the seven major galaxies, including researchers, repairmen, stage drama actors, and tourist areas reception... men, women, young and old, all kinds of colors, but later they all became "worms" with uniform faces, blindly and fanatical to the point of their crazy queen.

If there is a sentimental person here, you probably sigh, but unfortunately the little robot is completely unmoved.

At this moment, a body that was about to slide into the scanner suddenly trembled, mixed with the natural shaking of the conveyor belt, and the little robots did not notice it.

The biochip, which should have been inactivated, suddenly released a little micro current. The body twitched a few times under the stimulation of the micro current, suddenly opened its turbid eyes, and activated the personal terminal!

The next moment, he was sent into the scanner with his eyes open. The scanner card was inexplicably stuck. The screen flashed and suddenly there was a garbled code. The little robot raised his head and made a "beep" sound: "Fault, report the fault..."

In three seconds, the scanner returned to normal, and a line of sinister green small words popped up: The fault was relieved.

The invisible electronic ghost is like the seeds of a dandelion, quietly landing on the physical scanner, landing and taking root, and then spreading up along the intranet.

"Marson," on the mecha Longyuan, the mecha core of Longyuan is an ordinary middle-aged man. "The detection of 'Seed 26' has successfully entered the wormhole passage, but I must remind you that the 'seed' entering the wormhole will lose most of its functions."

Woolf's voice rang in the Mecha Dragon Abyss: "It's okay, my maker just wanted me to see the Eighth Galaxy and visit an old friend he settled there. The Eighth Galaxy is not an enemy, he admits that the Eighth Galaxy is legal and independent. Let Seed 26 draw a look of Galaxy City on my behalf, I like the night view."

Lin Jingheng: "I have asked Baiyin San to pay special attention to biochips."

"In fact, there is no big problem. In the wormhole channel, due to the uncertainty of the time flow rate, it is a natural barrier for both humans and artificial intelligence," Lu Bixing said calmly on his carpet. "Wolf has no hardware in the Eighth Galaxy. With remote intrusion alone, even if Wolf successfully enters our network, he will not be able to do anything. At most, come in and visit... If I were artificial intelligence and really wanted to capture the Eighth Galaxy, it might be possible that the Mecha Legion would break directly, but I think if Wolf really planned to do this, now is not a good time."

"Well," Lin Jingheng nodded slowly, "The human coalition is still in the heart of the rose. Now is almost the time when all mankind is the most united and combat power is the strongest, which is indeed not a good time."

"Even if the human coalition cannot defeat it, everyone will retreat to the eighth galaxy and close the natural wormhole area. Wolf will be trapped in the first galaxy? How else will he expand?" Lu Bixing shrugged, "If I were Wolf, I would clean up the first galaxy first, and then friendlyly send the Central Army of each galaxy home. I can also organize a group of interstellar maintenance teams to take them to "hitchhike" and follow the Central Army back to the second galaxy to rebuild the transition point. In the next ten to twenty years, the Central Army will be tragically cleaned up the mess left by the chipmakers for me. I will repair the transition channel of the first galaxy. When I repair it, they will almost complete the fight. I can occupy the transition network of the seven major galaxies without any reaction."

Lin Jingheng thought for a moment and admitted that this was very reasonable. Even if he analyzed the worst situation, there seemed to be no major crisis in front of him. He was exhausted after lying for a day, so he planned to stand up and move downstairs to ask Zhanlu for something to eat.

Lu Bixing closed the notebook on his knees and jumped up to catch up. Suddenly, he paused and turned to look at the reading chair Lin Jingheng had just sat on.

Lu Bixing suddenly remembered that during the sixteen years when Lin was not around, someone was sitting on this chair. It was a realistic 3D model. Except for having no soul, it was almost the same as the real person. He rarely went back to the bedroom to sleep at that time. Only when he dreamed at midnight would he push open the door open a light as big as a bean, and look at him from a distance - he didn't dare to get too close, because when he got close, his overly sensitive ears would hear that "person" had no breathing or heartbeat, and his sleepwalking would be awakened.

Lu Bixing took out Woolf's painting, and there was a protective film on his hand-painted, which could save the picture for a long time without fading. Lu Bixing used his personal terminal to scan it, and the brand and production date of the protective film popped up on the personal terminal - produced in the second year of the New Star Episode.

The second year after Ringer's death.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized where the familiar suffocation came from when he saw this painting just now.

Lu Bixing thought that this painting was the same as his 3D doll.

"What are you going to be slow? I won't eat anymore?" Lin Jingheng waited for a while but couldn't see him follow him. He knocked on the door impatiently, "Half is numb?"

"Oh... is here." Lu Bixing put the painting and notebook aside and rushed up.

At this moment, Dr. Harden's communication information was received.

"Good evening, Doctor."

After Dr. Harden was at this moment, he finally couldn't help but look for Lu Bixing to find out Lin Jingshu's whereabouts. After hearing a few words, Lin Jingheng quickly turned around and went downstairs. He now only wanted to hide from the three words "Lin Jingshu".

Lu Bixing had to carefully tell Dr. Harden about the causes and consequences of the conspiracy of the Liberty Legion and the destruction.

After hearing this, Dr. Harden was stunned for a while, tremblingly cut off the communication and knocked over a teacup.

The nurse who cared for him knocked on the door: "Doctor, are you okay?"

Dr. Harden waved his hand to her, asked her to help bring it to the door, and then his back slowly hunched over and suddenly burst into tears.

The old doctor did not notice that the surveillance light in his home medical cabin suddenly lit up, and the camera kept "gazing" at his painful shadow, like a silent companion.

In the Longyuan mecha of the first galaxy, a drawing board suddenly automatically generated on the electronic screen. Then, a draft gradually took shape, drawing the back of an old man, and the super artificial intelligence sighed very humanely.

Dr. Harden was alone all night, and then he cheered up the next day and found Lu Bixing again: "In the last battle, the chipman's mental attack was invalid for you. Can you send me all the parameters of that war? This is very important information, which can help us better understand the chip in your body."

In Longyuan mecha, the brush on the electronic screen suddenly stopped.

"chip."
Chapter completed!