Chapter 527: No Survivors
In the previous episode of "Xiaoyu's Game", humans established the "Artificial Intelligence Management Committee" after the disaster and began a desperate war with the Night Demons.
This shows that their envisioned method of “using AI to deal with AI” is feasible.
At least after Jue Juezi unlocked the seal, he did not receive the box lunch on the spot. His miserable life was extended for another period, which is really gratifying.
Well... although it does not cure the root cause, it should at least temporarily treat the symptoms...
He touched his chin.
As a result, one day in the future, there will inevitably be a break between him and the AI he created. Then the problem arises.
As the "spokesperson" for the human side.
How can I make full use of my status as an "old father" and use the gentlest tone to express a threat that is both tactful and at the same time the most intimidating to the newly awakened Jue Juezi?
Hmm...
【child? You don’t object to me having a second child, do you? 】
No, no, the amount of information is large enough, but it seems that the momentum is a bit lacking, not strong enough?
【If a son does not learn to establish virtuous people and does not establish elders, how can he not be afraid that his father will abolish his elders and establish young ones? 】
Hmm... It seems a bit too strong. What if the naughty kid is angered and just flips the table?
Who knows if Jue Juezi gets angry when he wakes up?
Shaking his head to get rid of the wild thoughts in his mind, he looked up at a corner of the bookshelf...
I wonder if there is a suitable line in it?
Speaking of which, his biggest enemies are the Night Demons after all, but the ending of "Xiao Yu's Game" is very hasty, and the story of the future seems to be suddenly interrupted.
【The war is coming.
But the truth is never written in books...]
This sentence always gave him a feeling that he couldn't stop talking.
Is the war too tragic to bear to be described, or is the space limited so I will leave it to the next chapter?
Is it possible that even if all mankind is locked up in a small dark room and this heavy burden of war is abandoned, the powerful alliance between Jue Juezi and himself... still cannot defeat the Night Demons?
The outcome of the war between the two sides, the final fate of mankind...
Can the trophies obtained in the battle at the orphanage bring them any useful information?
When the opponent's stronghold is suddenly destroyed, what kind of reaction and revenge will the Night Demons make?
Life is a process of constantly looking for answers.
Meng Lang was lucky, the answers he wanted... were all in the book...
Pull out the autobiography in the corner of the bookshelf.
On the gray book cover dotted with a large amount of red ink, there are four large characters written in a slightly thick black Wei stele style——
"No Survivors"!
Meng Lang felt his heart tremble suddenly.
Hey hey! This is definitely not the "answer" he wants!
After all, it was the "last Mohican" last time. This time, there are simply no people to pay homage after his death, right?
We promised that the harder we work, the luckier we will be?
Calm down! Calm down! The title of the book cannot explain everything. Maybe there will be a big twist later?
According to the usual practice, if he can easily guess the ending using the title of the book, that would not be the style of the brothers. It should be like this... right?
Take a deep breath and turn the first page of the book with a heavy heart...
[Yes, life is a process of finding answers.
But more important than the answers are the questions.
If the answer is wrong, it can be corrected.
But if the question is wrong, then any answer will be just one detour after another...
"How can we defeat the Night Demons and save all mankind?"
I have been pursuing the answer to this question all my life, and my friends and I have fought an arduous and brutal struggle for this!
Study the weaknesses of the Protoss, explore the possibility of a comeback, and use all available resources.
Fight viruses, fight giant beasts, fight Jue Juezi, fight humans...
Although due to the obstruction of a certain big country, we still failed to prevent the arrival of Pluto.
But relying on our prophetic advantages, we gradually established the extremely large wartime industrial complex "Wanwu Holdings", created the second world of mankind "The Heart of Collapse", and created a system that can be activated at any time. The "Cassia Son" who fell in love with and killed Jue Juezi...
I don't know when, the earth's orbit has been filled with our floating rail guns.
The defense circle of Huanwu City is lined with turrets, third-generation robot guardians are scattered all over the mountains and plains, and unmanned seventh-generation fighters cover the sky and the sun.
The alliance of humans and machines is enough to keep any axis of evil on earth at bay!
The war is coming as expected.
Betting on the future of the children, sacrificing countless comrades, stepping on the wreckage of hostile countries...
With the home field advantage, we even once severely damaged the "nest" and saw the human race The dawn of victory...
However, it was not until the end that I realized that I was wrong, we were all wrong!
Yes, we got the real enemy wrong from the start.
Just like the acquaintance I met during the morning exercise the next day, the direction was wrong. No matter how hard I tried, I just failed with strange postures...
July 8, 2063.
On this day, a rift in the Mariana Trench tore through the Himalayas.
The mushroom cloud of Yellowstone National Park volcano stretches across the sky.
The planet is scarred like an abyss.
The sky was filled with meteors and fire showers, covering the sky and the sun...
I didn’t understand until that moment.
Some things cannot be changed by hard work.
We can only do what feels right, and then accept that it backfires...]
......
The next day, the wind was gentle and the sky was clear and clear.
“...your footsteps wander to the end of the world
My longing will follow you to the distance
Whose tears condense into frost in the moonlight
It's you who makes me miss you so much that I want to break my heart..."
A red-clad "Rampage Troupe" composed of old men and aunties passed by in an orderly manner, and the loudspeaker in the leader's pocket played the deafening "Walking Around the World".
And Meng Lang, who had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, had a dull look in his eyes. Swinging his arms mechanically along the familiar street, his whole body exudes an aura of "decadence"
Just like the weird phenomenon popular in society
On one side is the energetic old man. People, on one side are lifeless young people...
The slightly noisy and peaceful daily life, in Meng Lang's eyes at this moment, was like a dreamy bubble, like a bubble that would burst at the touch of a touch.
For these ordinary people, the inability to foresee the future may be a good thing.
At that moment, he just wanted to escape desperately, escape from the study room filled with all kinds of "tragedies", and escape to a distant place that no one knew.
The sun was shining brightly outside, but his heart was full of gloom...
Why should he think about struggle all the time?
Aren't people who completely accept their fate and make peace with themselves happy?
Are you giving up? But he was unwilling to do so.
You have obviously worked hard until now, and the bodies of the brothers who died can be said to be "positive" several times...
Can we continue to fight?
Please, the earth is cracked and there is no air in the universe. Who do you want him to compete with?
“No one survives”, so what’s the point of trying hard?
It’s no wonder that the brothers in the last episode didn’t even want to write. Such a “truth” is too disappointing...
Lie down or struggle, both of these lives are very happy. .
Only those who waver between these two choices are the saddest and most painful, aren't they?
Just when the negative emotions were overwhelming, a shouting sound suddenly came from my ears.
"Rice rolls, we sell rice rolls. Authentic Cantonese rice rolls, delicious and cheap!"
"Huh?" The voice sounded familiar, and he couldn't help but turn his head to the food stall nearby. Take a look.
At this glance, he was immediately stunned.
Indeed, as mentioned in the book, I met an "acquaintance" here today.
In a common mobile cart, Wang Xianfu, who had met several times before, was hawking while holding a shovel and sweating profusely on the iron plate.
The rice milk is poured on the steaming plate in a thin layer, and a paper-thin rice roll skin steams out in a burst of smoke.
Brush on a layer of sauce, then pour in various auxiliary ingredients, and skillfully fold the rice rolls...
In the past, the successful entrepreneur who never left his Hermès bag is now a successful business owner. Wearing an apron, he mingled among the vendors and yelled hard.
What is going on?
Even though his mentality was a little shattered by the future of this episode, Meng Lang couldn't help but feel stunned.
The owner of BMW Xiangche changed his career to a Cantonese rice roll vendor?
Isn’t your crossover a bit abrupt?
Wang Xianfu on the other side soon discovered the dazed young man in front of the stall.
The moment he saw Meng Lang, a trace of uneasiness and panic flashed across his face.
Being seen in his desolate state by an acquaintance, the key was the parents of his son's classmates, which made him a little embarrassed.
"Brother Wang, what are you..." Meng Lang looked strange.
"Ahem! So it's Brother Meng who's out for morning exercises so early. Come on, if you don't mind, sit down and have breakfast. I'll treat you."
Wang Xianfu looked embarrassed, but His hands and feet quickly cleared the small table next to him, and his chubby face was quickly filled with a smile again.
It’s just that the curve of the corner of his mouth is somewhat bitter.
"Uh... OK, no need to treat me. Give me some shrimp rice rolls and a cup of soy milk."
"Okay! Come right away!"
Meng Lang, who had not had breakfast yet, sat down and looked at the busy Wang Xianfu with a strange look on his face.
The reason why I continued my morning run today because I was in a bad mood was simply because I was curious about who the “acquaintance” specifically mentioned in the book was.
It sounds like the other party is also a failed professional.
I came here today to see that this failed posture is indeed a bit strange...
Um! Either way, people are a kind of comparison animal. Seeing the other person's bad life, Meng Lang's mood improved for some reason.
Within two minutes, a portion of rice rolls, which were crystal clear, shiny and very appetizing, was delivered.
In addition to soy milk, a small plate of crispy radish was also served.
"Brother Wang, look at your actions, don't you look like a novice?" Meng Lang asked curiously.
There were no customers at the stall, so Wang Xianfu wiped his hands on his apron.
"Haha! I'm not from a rich family. When I went to the south, I did all kinds of dirty and tiring work.
I worked in a factory to tighten screws and set up a stall on the street. The craftsmanship was developed at that time.
Fortunately, I am not unfamiliar, and I can still make a living today."
Wang Xianfu had a look of self-deprecation on his face.
“Alas! I’m not afraid of my brother’s jokes. I’ve had some problems in my business recently, and my life... is a bit tight. No, I can only go back to my old job temporarily...
If you want to blame me, brother, I have bad luck..."
Listening to the other party's story, Meng Lang learned about the other party's recent experience.
It's not unusual to say it, just like The experience that many small contractors are familiar with is the same. The real estate developer owes the construction unit, the construction unit owes the outsourcing team, the big contractor owes the small contractor, and the small contractor owes the migrant workers...
The real estate boss owes money and has become a deadbeat, but the bank treats him with respect. After all, he It's not clean.
The background of the construction unit is too strong, and the big contractors dare not speak out.
Thus, the worst thing is that they, the small foremans, cannot get the money from above, but a bunch of migrant workers below have to collect debts in the middle of the night.
Selling houses and cars can’t fill the gap, so I have no choice but to go out and “perform”.
Speaking of which, Wang Xianfu can be regarded as a typical self-made worker. He went out to work at a young age. After saving some capital, he opened a small company and became a contractor.
With my hard work and the contacts accumulated over the years, I have caught up with the real estate trend.
With the same name as the other party, he became one of the lucky ones who got rich first.
It’s just that the sky has unforeseen circumstances, and people have misfortunes and misfortunes.
Wang Xianfu, who originally thought about replacing his Audi with scissor doors in the second half of the year, did not expect that he would replace it with a small three-wheeler...
Sure enough, if you want to make a class jump, you must first avoid the middle class returning to poverty...
"Alas! The housing prices in the market are obviously still very strong, so why can't such a big company make money..."
Hearing such sighs, Meng Lang felt a little emotional for a moment.
The market response is always slower than capital.
I haven’t seen the Hong Kong man who was the most aggressive in real estate speculation in the past two years. Isn’t even the Xu Group, which is at its peak, trying to transform?
In the game of beating the drum and passing flowers, the person who runs last will definitely suffer the worst.
Now it is just a small-scale capital chain problem. In two years, when the lid can no longer be closed and even ordinary people can feel the chill, that will be the moment when the dominoes really spread... …
Hmm... Speaking of which, he seemed to have been one of the unlucky people who bought a house in 2018.
And it’s even worse. He didn’t buy the right location, so he jumped in and lost his life...
From this point of view, he really didn’t have the qualifications to say that Wang gets rich first and realizes it later.
"Brother Wang, there is no need to be too pessimistic. Since you have been able to come forward step by step, you can naturally make a comeback. Who hasn't experienced a trough in life?" Meng Lang could only comfort him like this.
“Ha! My family knows my own affairs, and I’m about to run away. How many opportunities can this era leave for people like me?
But brother, I don’t think too much about it, it’s just enough for our family to live a small life.
Don’t look at my stall, it’s not much less than what I earned before if I work harder.
The next step is to pay back what I owe as much as possible, and then borrow some capital from my father-in-law, and then go to Wushi to open a small restaurant.
There are many opportunities inland, and I have some connections there, which should come in handy..."
However, he did not notice that Meng Lang looked at him from the opposite side. The eyes are more sympathetic...
No wonder even your own brothers can't bear to look at you. Your life path is always towards the point of a gun!
Wang Xianfu sighed, his eyes turning a little red as he spoke.
"Alas! I don't care about anything else. I just feel sorry for Xiao Kai. I spoiled him since he was a child, but failed to give him a good condition."
As he said this, he felt a little embarrassed. looked at Meng Lang.
“Brother Meng, I don’t want my child to be affected by things at home, and I’m worried that he won’t be able to accept it for a while.
So I want to ask you not to tell the children about my stall..."
Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, looking at Wang Xianfu with a sincere expression, and then he understood what he had just shown when they met. What exactly is passion?
It turned out that I was worried that my child would be discriminated against by his classmates...
Looking down at the rice rolls, I could see from the fullness that they had enough ingredients.
From the scenery in front of people. , and now I am careful to please...
I can only sigh in my heart..."Father's love is like a mountain"!
"Don't worry, I'm not a gossip."
"Thank you..."
"Boss, a piece of barbecued pork rice rolls!"
"Here it comes! Brother Meng, I'm sorry, you eat slowly, I'm going to greet the guests first."
Seeing the other party getting busy again, Meng Lang took a bite of rice rolls and felt a little off.
I couldn’t help but put down my chopsticks and sighed.
To be fair, he has no ill feelings towards Wang Xianfu.
Although some nouveau riche like to show off and compare, he is just like the millions of Chinese who have worked hard to get rich, relying on their own hands to work step by step to achieve their current life.
Just because the other party did not run away with debts, but instead found ways to repay the debts, he deserves more respect than most well-dressed businessmen.
But it's just like what's written in the book.
Some things cannot be changed by hard work. The degree of your efforts only determines your failure...
And... so what if you succeed.
Everything is like a bubble...
It will eventually turn into dust in the universe...
"Tsk~"
The sound of a car braking and a car door opening and closing came from behind, followed by a pair of high-heeled shoes from far to near...
Meng Lang didn't even look back, and picked up a small bag on the side. bench.
"Sit!"
"Huh?" A voice of surprise came from behind, and then a graceful figure sat next to Meng Lang with a gust of fragrance.
Gao Yuan looked Meng Lang up and down curiously.
"How do you know it's me? I heard that martial arts masters can recognize people by their voices. Is this true?"
I can't recognize people by their voices. I can recognize them by reading books. I still have the ability.
"Alas! How come everyone knows that I am a martial arts master? How can I hide it so little?" Meng Lang said helplessly.
The same goes for Mr. Hu, and so does Gao Yuan.
Have I ever manifested my holiness before others? You guys just make rash comments one by one.
"Pfft!" Gao Yuan smiled sweetly.
"Don't get me wrong, I just asked Lawyer Lin about some of your heroic deeds out of curiosity and took the opportunity of work."
The corners of Meng Lang's mouth twitched.
How can we say that women love gossip, even the aloof Lawyer Lin?
"By the way, will it affect your ability to hear and recognize people if I wear high heels or sneakers?"
Listening to this strange and clear-thinking question, Meng Lang rolled his eyes.
Speaking of which, Gao Yuan is really curious about her boss.
The last time I went to inspect Mengshan Animal Husbandry, I didn’t treat myself as an outsider and just lived in my own home.
Just a few clues on the bookshelf in my bedroom almost completely exposed my false persona as a "history buff".
Mom is a talker again...
If this exposes all my old secrets, how can I, the boss behind the scenes, maintain a sense of mystery in front of my subordinates? oh! Did the savior chosen by the earth’s civilization also choose Yoneda Kou?
Is the Wallfacer’s character shattered all over the place? !
(End of this chapter)