Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

origin?

A farewell gift?

The three girls watched Qi Zhimu's figure disappear into the distance, and the same look of confusion appeared on their faces.

On March 7th, he kept wondering: Why didn't he mention this at the beginning?

Estelle didn't doubt the truthfulness of these words, but she felt there was something subtle about them that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

As for stars.

She had just finished a simulated universe test and was kicked out of the office by the Black Tower when she turned around and bumped into the gray curious raccoon who hadn't been around for long on March 7th.

It's hard to imagine that someone as arrogant and conceited as Hei Ta would have any connection with Qi Zhimu.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, I have some urgent work to do." Estella eagerly sought out Alan to assign him the plan.

"It's alright, I understand. Business comes first." March 7th nodded.

After Estelle hurriedly left, she looked at the stars.

"So, where are you planning to go next to wreak havoc on someone's house?"

"I'm not there. And what do you mean by 'troublemaking'? I was just a little curious and rummaging around the space station... Hey, wait a minute, someone's looking for me!"

Xing swiped her phone screen and found that the contact was Alan. After exchanging a few words, she learned that he wanted to ask her for help.

"In March, Alan's team is short-handed. Shall we go check on them?"

"We just parted ways not long ago, so I won't join in the fun. I'll go back to the train to rest for a while. You're welcome to visit anytime."

"I definitely will when I have time."

……

Meanwhile, inside the Black Tower laboratory.

The dummy, which is under remote control, is reviewing the operation records of the simulated universe, its eyes gleaming with excitement.

This is progressing well; it's going much more smoothly than expected.

Not only did they see the preserved Kripper, but also the floating memories.

If that gray-haired brat hadn't kept yelling that his head was about to explode, he definitely wouldn't have let her leave so quickly.

The dummy immediately pulls out a dedicated communication interface to share the operation record.

There are four account avatars in the channel, one of which is hers, and the other three belong to different geniuses.

"Stephen, if you see this, just say so."

The user with the little yellow duck avatar didn't comment, but simply replied with the number 1.

Black Tower was already used to this way of communicating and continued to speak.

"I'm preparing to upgrade the hardware architecture of the simulated universe and expand the memory to support more intensive, long-term operation."

"After you've reviewed the running logs, remember to draft relevant improvement plans, adding more interesting random elements as quickly as possible."

Stephen sent another number, 1.

"Ruan Mei, take some time to come to the space station to optimize the Star God life form you cultivated last time, as well as the divine structure bound to your destiny."

"I will let you know when the experiments I'm working on are finished." A calm and elegant voice came through the communication channel.

"OK."

Black Tower changed the subject.

"Screw Gum, you have to make a trip too. There are more bugs in the underlying architecture than I imagined, and the rule loopholes are practically sieves."

"During the test just now, I noticed a small tail hanging behind it. After a quick investigation, I found that the other party had stolen the identity information of a space station employee."

"Speculation: Someone illegally stole the privileges?" ScrewGumm asked rhetorically.

"Hmm, I roughly know who that little tail is, but I can't catch her for now. She clashed with you once before, a hacker from Punk Lord."

"Punk Lord...could he be the Star Core Hunter Silver Wolf?"

"That's right. They were messing around with the curiosities in my curio collection room and even eyeing my things. This genius hasn't been provoked like this in a long time."

Black Tower snorted coldly, then revealed his plans.

"When you come, remember to make a big show of it. It would be best if the whole space station knew about it. Cooperate with me to put on a show and find that little thief."

"Okay, I'll confirm the itinerary later and let you know as soon as possible," Screw Gum promised.

"It has to be you, extremely efficient. Ruan Mei, could you give us a rough date? It's been a long time since we've sat down together for afternoon tea and snacks," Hei Ta said with satisfaction.

"On the condition that you're not so lazy this time that you don't even want to leave the house." Ruan Mei's tone was flat, devoid of emotion.

"That's called multitasking, you know? While I'm controlling the puppet to handle miscellaneous tasks, my main body isn't idle either."

Black Tower doesn't believe that creating a large number of puppets to handle matters means laziness.

"Making puppets can improve efficiency and allow for the simultaneous research of multiple topics. For geniuses, time is of the essence."

"You're a scientist in the field of life sciences, and although you're far less knowledgeable than me in the field of time, if I remember correctly, you have quite a few of your own slides, right?"

"Don't tell me you made so many slices just to collect them for later viewing."

"..." Ruan Mei fell into a long silence.

It wasn't because Black Tower mentioned slices, but rather the keywords mentioned in the conversation, such as puppets, improving efficiency, and saving time.

My heart aches whenever I recall what I did in the past.

The face of your loved one will involuntarily appear before your eyes.

"Amu..."

"What's with all this 'Amu,' 'Shui,' and 'Huo' stuff? Oh, by the way, I'm planning to bring in another genius to participate in the simulated universe project. Do any of you three have recommendations?"

Black Tower didn't care about Ruan Mei's strange remarks.

This isn't the first time.

Whether it's online discussions or in-person meetings, you can occasionally see Ruan Mei lost in thought, muttering something about "Little Mu Amu".

When asked, she offered no explanation, and over time, everyone simply pretended not to hear.

"According to calculations, the probability of me successfully inviting another genius to join is no more than 6%," Screw Gum said.

Stephen, who is very socially anxious, typed the number 2, which represents a negative answer.

Black Tower never expected anything from Nguyen Mai, and Stephen was much the same; they were essentially after Screws and Goom.

If even he doesn't have any potential partners, then this matter can only be put on hold.

"I can ask Yu Qingtu," Ruan Mei suddenly said.

"That pharmacist with an even more eccentric personality than me? Come to think of it, her area of ​​expertise overlaps somewhat with yours. How confident are you?" Black Tower asked with interest.

"About 70%."

"So high, what's the reason?"

"We are all searching for the same existence in our own ways. Simulated universes have many uses, and perhaps we can deduce the answers we are looking for from them. That's all I can say."

"Interesting. This must be the main reason you agreed to join in the first place. What could possibly be so important to two geniuses?"

"Everyone has things they care about, and geniuses are no exception," Ruan Mei said.

"..." The curiosity on Black Tower's face subsided slightly.

The boy's gentle gaze and the magician's insincere concern are still vivid in my mind.

She started the simulated universe project partly with the intention of finding a way to save Qi Zhimu.

"As a fellow genius, I deeply agree with what you said."

……

Containment compartments, in the realm of ignorance.

This is Black Tower's private vault, housing the many wonders she has collected from all over the galaxy.

Qi Zhimu saw the young black tower-like doll standing quietly, undoubtedly in standby mode.

He slowly approached and carefully observed it.

Visually, the details of the doll's skin and hair are indistinguishable from those of a real person.

If it weren't for the deliberate preservation of the splicing marks at the joints, no one would mistake it for a doll.

Unconsciously, Qi Zhimu's gaze swept over the golden lock on the doll's chest and finally settled on the key hanging around its neck.

After a moment, he looked away and gazed at the surveillance camera not far away.

He had a strange feeling that someone was observing him through this thing.

……