Chapter 867 Container

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 reason. To 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. The security personnel still did not give up. Violent tremors continued. They seemed to be moving the surrounding buildings and carefully searched for Boluogo's figure.

Burlogo's time is running out.

"Flea!"

Boluogo 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 contribute."

After realizing that she was suffering from 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 be freed 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's possible to mislead and go astray."

There was a page of research data tucked into this page of the diary. Bologo 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 to figure out the reason for all this.

"The container is full."

she wrote.

It was like an electric current passing through Bolog's spine and nerves. He couldn't help but stop and looked around blankly. Even without turning the page, Bolog could know that she had come up with something. What 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 the 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 , there is nothing she can do.

A new line of content appears. Judging from the date, this account has a long time span from the previous account.

“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 give herself a relief, more like dedicating 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 a protective suit, but the clothes were covered with dust, and the colloidal mold produced after the corpse decomposed made the entire protective suit dirty and smelly, as if it was a product forgotten by time.

It was not wearing a helmet, and the exposed face was dilapidated, turned into a skeleton by oxidation and decay. 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 she was sitting on was also in tatters, with the broken backrest almost separated from the seat. There were signs of corrosion and decay everywhere, and iron scraps and dust were scattered around the chair. Bologo guessed that when the machine started, it must have made a lot of noise.

Not far behind the chair was a broken whiteboard with scribbled experimental records and calculation formulas. She should have completed the final preparations here.

Bologo saw the familiar rabbit head in the scribbled calculation formula. After checking the body, Bologo roughly estimated that the owner of the body, that is, she, should have been in her sixties when she died, based on his rich experience with corpses.

This was a bit beyond Bologo's expectations. He thought she should be younger. It was the cute rabbit head that misled him, but it was not misleading. Who said that people can't act cute when they are old? It can be said that they still have a childlike innocence.

After a careful inspection, Bologo found the dusty badge on the chest of the protective suit.

There were light footsteps coming from behind. Bologo turned his head alertly and saw Freya following him. She was still as nervous as before, with clothes wrapped around her arm to protect the wound.

"Over there... the wall over there is cracked."

Furya pointed to the direction from which the two came. The security staff had already searched here. Even though these guys seemed a little mentally retarded to Bologo, they were outnumbered and had high authority.

"I know," Bologo nodded, and suddenly asked, "Furya, are you okay?"

"Me? It's okay, there's nothing wrong."

Furya's movements were a little flustered, and she turned sideways, as if to hide her injured arm.

"Are you sure? You are just a condenser, and there will be problems if the wound is not treated in time."

Furya's expression was very stiff, "It's nothing, I have treated the wound before, no problem."

A strong sense of crisis rose in her mind, and at this time she could no longer tell whether this sense of crisis came from the security staff or Bologo in front of her.

Escape.

A strong thought was circling in Freya's heart. If it weren't for the trust she had accumulated with Blogo before, she would have run away now.

Blogo also noticed a strange ether surrounding Freya at this time. He didn't show it, "Okay, I'm glad you're okay."

Freya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but Blogo changed his tone and said, "I found her, the apprentice, the survivor, she died here."

Blogo frowned, "From the diary, she seems to have uploaded herself into the reclamation room."

Without waiting for Freya to react, the manic ether quickly rolled up Freya, and saw the diamond shield silently lurking to Freya's side. They exploded into dense vines, tied her up in circles, and entangled her arms, tearing the clothes that covered her.

Blogo walked down leisurely, and he also raised his badge and pretended to be confused.

"It's interesting that she has the same name as you."

Berogo's eyes turned cold as he looked at her, the wound on her arm, and the pure ether flowing in the wound.

"Freya Bradley."

The dark bite floated silently, and the sharp tip of the sword gently pressed against Freya's jaw.

"What on earth are you?"