The King of Huayu Science Fiction

Chapter 572 Thousands of Encounters and Formulas
Inside a huge building with a height of more than ten meters.

Rows of tall shelves, somewhat similar to bookshelves, stood among them.

The staff was busy flipping through layers of huge drawers.

All physical evidence and materials of the 4.23 extra-large KB attack are preserved here.

Including fragments of the high-speed rail body and the surface soil that fell from the viaduct from the explosion.

Under the arrangement of the "machine", Duan Yihong and Wu Yue joined the official re-search team for physical evidence. As for Song Yi, he still protected Wanqian as a nurse.

Debris from that train, basically seven years ago, including shards of glass, was carefully collected.

Even a lot of complete car windows were pieced together, leaving video data.

No fragments of car windows with any writing on them were found during a search analysis seven years ago.

But the words came from the suspicious survivor Wan Qian, and the Ministry of Security would rather believe it, and arranged for a re-examination task.

Even though they knew the so-called formula, except for the protagonist group, others were also confused about its effect, but no one dared to take it lightly.

……

In the secret base, Pan Yueming sat in front of the computer in a daze.

The automatic startup of the computer woke him up.

White text on a black background emerged on the screen under the flickering of the cursor:

"Do you regret creating me?"

……

In one of the rooms of the nursing home, Wan Qian stood in front of the window, looking out at the lush grass and woods, and the rows of tombstones on the grass, recording the lives of those who died in the KB attack seven years ago.

……

In the huge building where the physical evidence of 4.23 was kept, after checking all the collected train glass, no one found any patterns and characters including red handwriting.

Wu Yue was puzzled: "Why not? Is there an omission? It shouldn't be. Back then, the officials almost dug three feet to collect the soil. There was not even a trace of the entire car window and the words on the window. ?”

Duan Yihong looked up at the tall "bookshelf", and said quietly: "Maybe she is lying?"

……

In the secret base, Pan Yueming always felt that something was overlooked by him.

He closed his eyes again.

The tragic scene of seven years ago once again emerged in front of my eyes.

A bloodied woman lay beside him on a stretcher.

The arm near his side seemed to have burn marks, the skin was burnt and the red and black hand hung down feebly, but the fingers were still clenched...

Hold tight?

There appeared to be gray-black embers mixed with bits of... like... confetti.

Pan Yueming suddenly opened his eyes. He originally thought that the gray-black embers were the burn marks on Wan Qian's hand.

But maybe it wasn't, or it wasn't just the burning of the hands and arms, but something else was burning.

……

"Why is she lying? Who is she guarding against?"

"'ghost'?"

Duan Yihong and Wu Yue looked at each other: "We can get the video of the interrogation, so why can't the 'ghost' see it?"

Suddenly there was a gunshot outside the building, and Duan Yihong pressed his ear, as if he was receiving some message from the tiny headset.

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here, the 'ghost' is afraid to find that formula, it will destroy this place!"

After finishing speaking, Duan Yihong and Wu Yue shouted to other staff members to leave here quickly.

The sound of the clock ticking.

……

In the nursing home, in an office, Wan Qian's case is displayed on the computer page.

The column of today's treatment medicine displayed above suddenly changed its text, from one medicine to three different medicines.

A nurse held a tablet computer in her hand and checked the medicines that the patients in the nursing home were going to inject tonight. There were five patients in total, including Wan Qian, and the medicines that needed to be injected were those three names.

"Fuck, it's dangerous!"

Looking at this scene, Lu Xiao knew that the "ghost" had really come, and locked his target on Wan Qian.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The multi-line narrative in the style of Chen Jingxing appeared again.

But who made this narrative method so successful?

As if Lu Xiao was watching "Inception", "Matrix III", or "Interstellar", he began to shake his legs nervously for the multi-line narrative with the distinctive Chen logo.

It was almost evening, and the sky was getting dark. Pan Yueming came to a greenery wearing a windbreaker.

It is the cemetery next to the nursing home.

Duan Yihong and Wu Yue escaped from the building at a critical moment, and then the building that kept all the files and evidence of the 4.23 train bombing case exploded in a burst of flames.

The nurse holding the injection passed Song Yi who had just left Wan Qian's room.

Pan Yueming strolled among the tombstones of the victims of the KB attack that changed everything seven years ago, and the stars began to twinkle in the darkening night sky.

Duan Yihong and Wu Yue avoided hunting under the command of the "machine".

The needle was pulled out of Wan Qian's arm.

The nurse smiled at Wan Qian who was lying on the bed: "Take a good rest today, I heard that there will be inquiries for you tomorrow."

Wan Qian fell into a deep sleep.

In her sleep, the corners of her mouth curled up, as if she had entered a sweet dream.

The sun shines in the train through the clean windows.

"Since... since there will be danger later, why don't you go with me?"

"Because I have to make sure that I will be blown to pieces, that no brain cells will survive, that no source code machine will be able to exploit it, and thus lock this universe from branching out, and other than that, even if we The two saved the whole train, and it won't help to get out alive, because one day..."

Hu Ge sadly pointed at his brain and said with a smile: "This is its poor fate. From the day it became the lock of the source code, these 8 minutes have become its nightmare, and it has become a multiverse. The beginning, only by completely extinguishing oneself can end all of this.

But I'm not pitiful, I and Ni once stepped out of this train, we got married, we had children, we had happy and sweet memories, until... the day the 'ghost' appeared in that universe... until it Researched the source code and came to the door..."

Wan Qian smiled shyly and said, "When did you become so glib? We got married and we had a child? In your dream?"

He looked affectionately at the uncomfortable Wan Qian: "Yes, I have met you thousands of times... In my dream, I thought I would get tired of it, but..."

He smiled mischievously: "You know what? Every time I meet you in my dream, I will do three things...

The first is to pass the weapon against the 'ghost'.

The second was making sure I was blown to pieces myself.

The last thing is...

kiss you. "

After finishing speaking, Hu Ge leaned forward to embrace and kiss Wan Qian in the sunshine from the car window.

Surrounded by the narrow laughter and cheers of booing passengers.

Lu Xiao stared dumbfounded at the picture on the curtain, good guy, the dog food from five years ago was revived here and started to attack him.

The most classic scene of "Source Code" is the hug and kiss between the hero and heroine at the end of the screening.

Now DreamWorks is re-enacting the classic scene five years ago.

But this time, this scene made him feel more sincere, happier, more moving, sadder, more meaningful, and more mixed.

Hu Ge stepped back and looked at Wan Qian who looked surprised.

An inexplicable sadness, inexplicable resentment, and inexplicable joy welled up in Wan Qian's heart from nowhere.

As if in some dream she had long forgotten.

It is from another universe far away and unreachable.

So profound, so heart-piercing, and so vivid in memory.

Hu Ge took out a small notebook from her bag, tore off a page, put it on the table, and wrote something on it with a pen.

Then fold it up and stuff it into Wan Qian's palm.

"Go..."

Wan Qian turned her head to look at the man watching her after she left the carriage.

"The next dream, we will meet again..."

Pan Yueming's footsteps stopped in front of a tombstone.

Under the starlight, the inscription on the tombstone shows the owner's name: Han Yang.

It was the man sitting opposite Wan Qian on that train seven years ago.

In a small photo above, the man's smile is unusually bright.

Wan Qian walked into the bathroom, turned around and locked the door.

She sat on the toilet seat in a daze, and after a while, she looked down at her clenched right hand.

Palm spread out, it is a folded paper.

Pan Yueming squatted down slowly, looked at the photo of the owner of the tombstone, and stared at his bright smile.

Wan Qian slowly unfolded the note.

Pan Yueming stretched out his hand to touch the photo, then picked up a corner of the photo and slowly opened it.

A formula written in beautiful handwriting on the note came into Wan Qian's eyes.

When the photo was uncovered, Pan Yueming turned on the flashlight, and the light shone on the tombstone.

What appears to be a crooked formula behind the photograph is clumsily scratched with a sharp knife on the tombstone, crude white marks.

The melodious music played by the piano reached its climax at this moment.

Lu Xiao only felt goosebumps numb half of his body from his fingertips.

Pan Yueming touched the writing on the tombstone with his fingers.

It seemed that a woman in a hospital gown squatted in front of this tombstone, stroking the shallow imprint she had just made with her slender fingers.

Wan Qian was staring at the formula on the paper, when suddenly there was a loud bang, she turned her head and saw that the whole bathroom seemed to be churning and rotating with the car, and then it was dark in front of her eyes.

In front of Pan Yueming's tombstone, in one of the wards of the nursing home on the fifth floor, the life monitoring instrument suddenly beeped, and the heartbeat of the woman on the bed became a straight line.

The pale Wan Qian stopped breathing, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was still there.

Pan Yueming stood in front of the tombstone, seeming to be talking to himself, but he didn't notice a drone shining red in the night sky.

"Received yet?"

A mechanical electronic voice came from the headset: "Got it."

half an hour.

"I calculated the formula, which is the last piece of the puzzle. You are a genius, a wonderful virus program."

"...What do we need to do next?"

"It's my turn to look for it this time, but before that, I still..."

Suddenly the electronic sound disappeared, and there was silence in Pan Yueming's ears.

Duan Yihong and Wu Yue, who had already escaped from the pursuit, also lost their voices.

Song Yi was in the room, looking in shock at Wan Qian who had lost her breath on the bed and the life monitoring instrument that kept beeping.

All of a sudden, all the instruments lost their sound and images, and all turned into a black screen, with only one cursor flashing on the upper left of the screen.

At the same time, all the computers in the nursing home went black one after another and lost the network.

It's not just nursing homes that are losing their networks.

In cities, trains, and highways, all electronic devices such as computers, tablets, and mobile phones have lost their response and lost the Internet.

This is a network severance that has spread to the whole country and the world.

"Ghost" realized that he would face threats, and finally no longer wanted to recruit "machines".

It launched an unprecedented all-out attack.

(End of this chapter)