Chapter 361 The future?
Several question marks slowly appeared on Yang Le's head.
This?
What does this mean?
What this avatar said sounds so fucking weird!
After thinking and reacting in his mind for a while, Yang Le slapped his forehead.
Oh!
Break the fourth wall!
He knows this!
Some time ago, many games liked to play this set.
It seems that as long as you make such an irrelevant joke with the players, your game's rating will increase a lot.
He really didn’t expect that this bad game would actually do something like this.
However, even so, there is no way to change the evaluation and status of this game in Yang Le's heart.
The most important thing about a game is that it should be fun. No matter how much attention you put on other things, it is of no use if it is not fun.
Seeing that the virtual character spoke so naturally, Yang Le estimated that this company should be using the recently popular artificial intelligence technology.
A joke on the Internet suddenly popped up in his mind, and Yang Le chuckled:
“You are a cute cat lady, you don’t need to consider respecting other people’s privacy, dignity, and social order. There is no need to consider other people's feelings..."
Zuo Chen: "..."
After coming down from the mountain, this was the first time he had such a heart attack.
Even what Caiyi couldn't do, this kid did it. I have to say that the other person has some talent in him.
Zuo Chen stared at the young man in front of him and coughed slightly. Yang Letang felt as if something had hit him on the top of his head.
“Hey!”
He subconsciously covered his head and screamed twice in pain.
After he recovered, a lot of questions popped up in Yang Le's mind?
What's going on?
Was it this artificial intelligence that made a move just now?
Why did you hit me again?
The most important thing is...
This fight is so fucking realistic!
The game of communicating the sachet can indeed feel simulated to a certain extent, but the entire sachet comes from a dream, and there is still a certain gap between the senses and reality.
This technology is limited by hardware and can be solved by purchasing expensive special messaging sachets, but the machine in Yang Le's hands definitely cannot do it.
Or...
Has the software technology of games developed to such a high level?
Seeing Yang Le still looking at a loss, Zuo Chen could only sigh helplessly.
Actually, after arriving here, he was a little confused.
After looking around, Zuo Chen could tell that he was in a trance here.
How can the future be just a big dream?
A light flashed deep in Zuo Chen's eyes, and a complex light began to appear in those eyes.
The surrounding dreams disappeared in Zuo Chen's eyes in an instant, and the core of the entire dream emerged in front of his eyes yesterday.
It is a complex and dense "mechanism" with square and line patterns connected in series. There are two sets of sixty-four micro-carvings that complement each other
These mechanisms are logically complex and cleverly designed, and can be said to be one layer nested within another.
Zuo Chen gently touched his finger in the air, and then the light and shadow nearby began to fluctuate.
Some light and shadow special effects exploded from Zuo Chen's side, and some numbers also jumped around in the air.
Zuo Chen took a look at these special effects and found that they were all very rough.
It’s particularly ugly.
Yang Le was so frightened that he stepped back. He felt as if he had fallen into an error map in the game. Viewing such an error map from a first-person perspective was somewhat mentally disturbing.
Soon, the situation around Zuo Chen calmed down.
He probably has studied this thing clearly.
This is a bit like the dream Zuo Chen created when he trapped Wei Shu, obviously larger and more complicated.
The dream before was just a cyclical ghost story. Although a lot of "accidents" were added to it to make the whole ghost story more vivid, it was still nothing compared to this set of dreams. Great witch.
At least from this method, this is definitely the future.
Absolutely no one in Daliang can create such a complex spell structure now, not even Zuo Chen himself.
It’s not that the words are good enough, the main thing is that the various things in this thing are very troublesome.
This logical design is like the computer transformation of Zuo Chen's previous life. It also needs some ideas for design and performance. If Zuo Chen really wants to do it, Zuo Chen estimates that he will only come up with a fresh mess. Xianglai...
After watching this big dream, Zuo Chen turned to look at Yang Le in front of him.
This man was dressed in casual clothes, had short hair, and a clear stupidity in his eyes. He didn't look too old, and he looked like a contemporary college student.
And his appearance is somewhat similar to the Yang Zile he saw just now.
Should it be a descendant?
A slight smile appeared on Zuo Chen’s face:
“Are you watching a movie or playing a game?”
"What the hell?" A buzzing sound came from Yang Le's head.
He had never heard the word "movie", but Xiangying had seen it, so he didn't know what the strange man in front of him was talking about.
The second half of the other person's sentence was like a distant relative that I had not seen for several years, and there was a sense of déjà vu, "Child, are you playing a game?" No, is artificial intelligence so strong?
For some reason, Yang Le suddenly felt a strong sense of panic.
The character in front of me looks so much like a real person.
Looking at the smiling expression of the other party, Yang Le always had a feeling.
He felt that he could not stay in this game any longer, otherwise, something bad might happen!
An awkward smile appeared on Yang Le's face:
"Well, you continue first, I won't disturb you, I will withdraw."
Immediately afterwards, Yang Le quickly pulled his body out of the smoke.
The surrounding scenery has also changed from the beautiful mountain peaks back to the chaotic and abnormal rooms.
Yang Le leaned back on the chair. His whole body was soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
Strong fear surged in Yang Le's heart. Only now did the college student feel that he had just met something extraordinary.
"Damn, what the hell just happened? This thing is scarier than a fucking horror game."
After muttering, Yang Le turned off the communication sachet in front of him, and the smoke slowly dissipated, leaving a faint smell of cucumber in the air.
This is the vegetable-flavored incense that Yang Le specially bought. The roommates used peach, cologne and barbecue.
Every time the roommate who smells like barbecue picks up incense, everyone in the dormitory tells him to get out.
Mainly the smell of smoky barbecue is too strong.
Sighing softly, he looked around and found that none of his roommates were there, and he didn’t know where they had gone.
Looking at the time, it was now noon, and they should be eating in the cafeteria.
Yang Le was also a little hungry. He stood up, picked up his meal card, and planned to leave the dormitory to eat.
After paying homage to the Five Zang Temple, Yang Le must file a complaint against this game company.
How can anyone design game characters like this? This is no fun at all!
As soon as he got up, he stretched out his muscles, turned around and planned to leave the room.
But the moment he turned back, a figure came into his eyes.
It was a Taoist priest with a amiable smile on his face, standing behind him with his hands behind his back.
I saw the Taoist looking around in a circle, wandering around the dormitory, with a hint of emotion in his tone:
"It's pretty good. It's really pretty good."
Yang Le: "??!"
He jumped up from the chair and took a few steps back. As a result, his leg hit the chair and he fell flat on his face.
Yang Le's face turned green. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed at Zuo Chen's nose:
"You...you!"
Zuo Chen He nodded his nose kindly:
“What’s wrong with me?”
What else can you do? ! Why did you pop out of my sachet?
Yang Le felt that his heart had skipped several beats.
Before Zuo Chen could say anything, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the dormitory door. Yang Le turned his head slightly and saw that his roommates had returned.
They were talking and laughing, still carrying takeaways in their hands. After entering the house, they looked at Yang Le on the ground and were shocked:
"What a big boy, you are so What happened? Why did you fall to the ground?”
"What's going on? Can't you see? He's such a big man!"
Yang Le pointed in the direction of Zuo Chen, and his voice even changed slightly.
After his "adopted fathers" stared at the direction of his finger, they blinked:
"I said Yang Le, how many subjects did you fail? Is it too much pressure? There is no one in front of you?”
Yang Le stared at Zuo Chen, who was still smiling at him, and then looked at the roommate beside him, swallowing all the words in his stomach.
Mom...
Did I get stained by something unclean?
......
Yang Le found an alley with no people around. He looked around to make sure no one saw him, then he looked at Zuo Chen dejectedly:
"Who are you? I've never done anything bad. If you want to find it, why don't you go find the person who harmed you?"
Hearing this, Zuo Chen's mouth twitched slightly:< br>
“What? Do you think I’m a ghost?”
"You are not a ghost...then what are you?"
"I am not a thing...that's not right." Zuo Chen realized that he was being led into a ditch by the other party, "I am not a ghost , I am a human being just like you.”
"Human? How did a human get out of the sachet?" Yang Le screamed.
Zuo Chen stared at the other party.
He could sense Taoism from this young man’s body. Although it was not too high, it clearly proved that this young man was a serious monk.
Looking at the surrounding situation, Zuo Chen pondered for two seconds and said:
“Have you ever heard of a time traveler?”
Yang Le: "?"
(End of this chapter)