Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Before you knew it, a month had passed.

The assessment report on Hu Long's condition has finally come to fruition.

The final assessment indicated that the patient's condition was stabilizing.

He was finally allowed to leave the closed room, go outdoors, and participate in rehabilitation activities.

The sunlight was intense, streaming down through the huge glass dome of the dome.

The photo is taken in one of the lush green parks.

This is the healing garden inside the Chenguang Mental Health Rehabilitation Center.

The high walls and columns on all sides are covered with a layer of green vegetation.

On the grass, a dozen or so figures in blue and white striped hospital gowns sat or lay down, some looking up at the sky, others chasing after butterflies that didn't exist.

On one side of the garden, a white marble fountain is flowing gently.

In the center of the spring stands a statue of an angel in the shape of a woman, with slightly spread wings and a compassionate face.

Water droplets splashed at her feet, refracting into streaks of hazy rainbow light.

A gaunt figure was curled up in a wheelchair beside the fountain.

This person was Hu Long.

Compared to before, he seemed to be in better spirits.

However, he remained thin and emaciated.

The hospital gown, which originally fit perfectly, was still too big.

Behind him stood a caregiver, but it wasn't Li Dalin; it was another male caregiver in his forties.

At this moment, he rested his hands on the handlebars of his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the treetops in the distance, lost in thought.

Hu Long is too weak to walk for long periods of time, so he can only come out in a wheelchair to bask in the sun and breathe some fresh air.

At that moment, he was basking in the sun.

He held a stack of newspapers on his lap and was reading them intently.

Several large black characters were written on it.

Yuguo Morning Post

Whoosh!

The newspaper lay open on his lap, the printed words reflecting the sunlight slightly as he turned the pages.

The above content was revealed.

The headline at the top is eye-catching:

"The successful launch of Lunar Palace-2 marks a crucial step forward in my country's deep space exploration."

"Currently, it has entered the Earth-Moon transfer orbit and has transmitted back the world's first 7-meter resolution full lunar image, verifying key technologies for the subsequent soft landing of Lunar Palace-3..."

The bottom right corner of the report features an image of the moon.

Hu Long's gaze lingered on that line of small print for a moment.

The newspaper turned a page.

Another news item took up half a page:

"The mobile internet era has fully arrived: once again, it will change everything."

The accompanying image is a beautiful GG picture of a silver-gray tablet.

—GardenGo's newly released iPad is now officially on sale, claiming it will redefine personal computing.

The article is quite lengthy, analyzing how touch interaction is disrupting tradition and how the application ecosystem is creating entirely new product categories.

Look back.

Hu Long raised his head.

The sunlight was so bright that he squinted.

He looked at the flowing water in the fountain, at the dazed figures on the grass, and finally at the gray sky peeking out from behind the high wall.

After these days of sorting, comparing, and piecing together the remaining fragments of memory.

He finally had a general idea of ​​what the world was like.

This place is called Earth.

The distribution of countries and the lineage of civilizations are strikingly similar to the homeland he remembers as "Earth".

The country he was in at that moment was called the State of Yu.

Aside from some minor differences, the technological, cultural, and even historical paths are almost identical.

According to the newspaper, combined with the remaining knowledge of the original owner...

This is roughly equivalent to the timeline of Earth in 2010.

"Is it a parallel universe, or just a coincidence...?"

Thinking of this, he unconsciously ran his fingertips along the rough edges of the newspaper.

Even their development trajectories overlap so dramatically it's alarming.

He traveled to 2027, a time when artificial intelligence had already begun to become widespread.

If the development trajectories are similar.

This also means that he now has a certain foresight and can plan ahead, so making some money shouldn't be a problem for him.

However, this wasn't very appealing to Hu Long.

In a normal world, he might do that.

But now those strange things have all come out.

Even if he were a fool, he would know that the world is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Furthermore, with his ability to download anything, making money wouldn't be difficult for him, and he wasn't short of money anyway.

Therefore, this foresight was of little use to him.

Of course, the most important question is whether the world is really as simple as it seems.

shook his head.

Hu Long stopped thinking about it and just lay quietly in his wheelchair, basking in the sun.

The occasional glimpse of the words "Source Value +0.01 strand" in his field of vision kept him in a fairly good mood.

……

Soon, it was lunchtime.

The mentally ill patients here can be roughly divided into two categories.

The first type is patients in the acute phase who are at risk of self-harm, harming others, or severe disorder. For the safety of the patient and others, their food is usually delivered to their ward or a special isolation room by staff, and they are not allowed to leave.

The focus of treatment during this period is to stabilize the patient's condition and ensure basic safety.

The original owner of this body was like that.

Secondly, patients whose condition is stable and who are in the recovery period will have time to go out for fresh air and will be encouraged to go to the cafeteria for meals.

This is an important part of rehabilitation training.

Hu Long today belongs to the second type.

Therefore, they are able to go to the cafeteria for meals.

The canteen at Chenguang Rehabilitation Center is located at the end of the first-floor corridor, behind a heavy, anti-pinch door.

The door is light green, and some of the paint is peeling off.

Upon entering, the first thing you smell is a mixed odor.

Disinfectant, stew, and a faint, stale smell of oil.

The interior space was spacious, with high windows fitted with fine wire mesh, allowing sunlight to be cut into tiny diamond shapes and fall onto the beige floor tiles.

The tables and chairs are rows of plastic tables and chairs fixed to the ground.

At this moment, some patients, accompanied by nursing staff, were already sitting quietly in their respective areas in the cafeteria.

Occasionally, there would be the soft clinking of cutlery, or someone humming a muffled tune unconsciously, which would quickly fade away.

Overall, it was fairly harmonious.

This is normal, though, as patients who are assessed and allowed to eat in the cafeteria are generally in stable condition.

Hu Long, sitting in a wheelchair, walked towards it with the help of the caregiver behind him.

His hands hung limply outside the wheelchair.

He would occasionally touch the passing patients, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Because the movements were very gentle, these people didn't react much.

Of course, no one cared about Hu Long's behavior.

After all, it's understandable that a mentally ill person might do anything.

From a perspective unseen by others.

Lines of silver characters that only Hu Long could recognize kept appearing before his eyes.

[Target: Wu Yi]

[Skills: Drawing and Sketching (Beginner)]

Size: 1.5MB (Status: Downloadable)

Classical Dance (Proficient)

Size: 3MB (Status: Downloadable)

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[Target: Liu Zhi]

[Skills: None]

……

[Target: Song Guohua]

[Skill: Go (Proficient)]

Size: 4MB (Status: Downloadable)