The invasion of Xilin caused the room to be distorted, which in turn caused the containment area to collapse. All kinds of monsters and ghosts came out, which resulted in a small-scale extraordinary disaster and an upside-down world.
Boluogo didn't have time to sympathize with her pain in the diary, but thought deeply that maybe the decision-making room was aware of the complex situation in the ruined area and finally chose to give up. Mamo indirectly guided him here, which may also be the cause.
Play a patrol role.
If everything is annihilated, then let it pass, but if you can dig out something, maybe you can change everything.
Waves of etheric fluctuations came from the outside world, but the security personnel still did not give up. Violent tremors continued. They seemed to be moving the surrounding buildings, carefully searching for Bologo's figure.
Burlogo's time is running out.
"Flia!"
Bologg shouted loudly, while nervously flipping through the diary, while walking towards the central spire in the room. This spire should be the result of their research, a key part of the intelligence of the virtual domain.
Once the security personnel invade, the place will be razed to the ground in an instant due to the intensity of the battle between Bologo and them. Bologo hurriedly read the contents of the diary.
"I have to atone, I have to make a contribution."
After realizing that she had suffered cognitive distortion and killed her colleagues, her mental state was obviously not right.
Boluogo could feel from the text that she had completely lost her desire to live, and only her dedication to research remained. In her opinion, only by completing the intelligentization of the virtual realm could she free herself from guilt.
There is no way, in this desperate situation, and after encountering so many things, it is strange that people can not go crazy.
In the following diary, she seemed to have completely lost her self-emotions. Her sentence patterns were extremely cold, and every word she spoke was extremely cold, like a machine. She described all kinds of personal research without mentioning anything about life.
"In fact, cognitive distortions exist all the time in research."
She seemed to be talking to herself, discussing with herself.
"It is possible to mislead and go astray."
There was a page of research data tucked into this page of the diary. Bologg couldn't understand the content, but he could understand the date and conclusion.
fail.
Before Xilin's invasion, all her and Mamo's attempts had failed. Although they had put forward certain theories, in terms of implementation, they had made no progress.
"Every time I try to upload consciousness into the room, the consciousness disappears without a trace, and the room is not affected at all. We always thought that there was an error in a certain step, but is there such a possibility...
"
As if she had been inspired, her handwriting, which should have been neat and beautiful, became sloppy.
"To put water into a container, first you have to empty the container."
An incomprehensible word, but combined with the cause and effect, Boluogo's thoughts seemed to have traveled through time, and he stood with her, trying to figure out the reason for all this.
"The container is full."
She wrote this.
It was as if there was an electric current running along Bologg's spine and his nerves passing by. He couldn't help but stop and looked around blankly. Even without turning the page, Bologg could tell that she had figured it out.
What kind of conclusion.
Kenshi is self-aware.
Boluogo couldn't imagine how she felt at that time. All her efforts were so ridiculous. Someone had already accomplished all of this before them.
Is it the public?
Boluogo couldn't help but wonder, could the consciousness that controls the virtual realm be the One?
No one gave him an answer, so he continued to flip through the diary and looked at the last few pages. At this time, Boluogo no longer had any expectations for her. Their virtual domain intelligence was just a waste of time. In this closed space
Inside, there was nothing she could do.
A new line of content appears. Judging from the date, this description has a long time span from the previous one.
"I don't know what is happening in the outside world, but it is obvious that the area I am currently in has gradually escaped the control of the Kenshi and has fallen into chaos.
So can it be understood that this chaotic area is a vacuum? Maybe... I can try. The equipment has been initially set up, and I can try to upload my consciousness.
Yes, uploading consciousness, integrating it into this out-of-control chaotic area, and then recasting it with my consciousness. I don’t know whether this will cause the division of the Kenshi, but at least it can stabilize the continuous chaos and allow
I survived."
When she wrote this part, almost a year had passed since the invasion of Xilin. Her spirit was close to collapse and her supplies were almost exhausted. If she continued to be trapped like this, she would only starve to death in a corner.
In the end, she chose that rash move, as if to free herself, and more like to devote herself to knowledge.
After reading this, Boluogo also stepped onto the last staircase and saw the body sitting on the central mechanical chair in the core area of the spire.
The corpse was wearing protective clothing, but the clothes were covered with dust, and the colloidal mold produced after the corpse decomposed made the entire protective clothing dirty and smelly, as if it was a product forgotten by time.
It was not wearing a helmet, and the exposed face was dilapidated, oxidized and decayed into a skeleton. The black eye sockets were hollow and deep, without a trace of life. The cheekbones were high and raised, making the face form a rugged and terrifying look.
image.
The chair he was sitting on was also in dilapidated condition. The cracked backrest was almost separated from the seat. Traces of corrosion and decay were everywhere. Broken iron filings and dust were scattered around the chair. Bologg guessed that when the machine started, it must have made some noise.
Very big.
There was a broken whiteboard hanging not far behind the chair, filled with scrawled experimental records and calculation formulas. It was probably here that she completed the final preparations.
Bologg saw the familiar rabbit head in the scrawled calculation formula. He checked the body again. Bologg used his rich experience with corpses to roughly estimate that the owner of the corpse, that is, she, was in
At the time of death, he should have been in his sixties.
This was a bit beyond Boluogo's expectation. He felt that she should be younger. It was the cute rabbit head that misled him, but it was not misleading. Who said that people can't be cute when they are old? It was still a childlike innocence.
Lost.
After careful inspection, Boluogo found the dusty nameplate on the chest of the protective suit.
The sound of slight footsteps came from behind. Boluogo turned his head warily and saw Freya following him. She was still as nervous as before, with her clothes wrapped around her arms to protect her wounds.
"Over there...the wall over there is cracked."
Freya pointed to the direction the two came from. The security staff had already searched this place. Even though these guys seemed a bit weak to Boluogo, they could not stand up to the large number of people and the high authority they had.
"I understand," Boluogo nodded, and suddenly asked, "Flia, is your injury okay?"
"Me? It's okay, there's no big problem."
Freya's movements were a little panicked, and she turned sideways, as if to hide her injured arm.
"Are you sure? You are just a condenser. If your wounds are not treated in time, there will be problems."
Freya's expression was extremely stiff, "It's nothing. I've treated wounds before, no problem."
A strong sense of crisis arose in her mind. At this time, she could no longer tell whether this sense of crisis came from the security staff or the Boluogo in front of her.
escape.
Strong thoughts swirled in Freya's heart. If it weren't for the trust she had accumulated with Boluogo, she would definitely run away now.
At this time, Boluoge also noticed a strange ether surrounding Freya, but he didn't show it, "Okay, as long as you're fine."
Freya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but Boluogo changed his voice and said, "I found her, the apprentice, the survivor, she died here."
Boluogo frowned, "Judging from the diary, she seems to have uploaded herself into the nursery."
Before Freya could react, the manic ether quickly rolled up Freya, and saw the diamond-shaped shields silently lurking beside Freya. They exploded into dense rattans, binding her in circles.
, and got entangled in her arm, tearing the covering clothes to pieces.
Boluogo walked down at a leisurely pace. He also raised his breastplate and pretended to be confused.
"It's funny, she actually has the same name as you."
Boluogo's eyes became cold and he looked at her, at the wound on her arm, and at the pure ether surging in the wound.
"Flea Bradley."
The dark bite floated silently, and the sharp sword tip gently pressed against Freya's chin.
