The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 135: Thinking of Hell (Part 1)

The RV is driving on Mongolia’s No. 1 Highway, and is often bumped up and landed heavily by small pits on the road. The suspension makes an overwhelming creak. This highway connects the capital of Mongolia with Ulaanbaatar and Ulaanbaatar. The national highway in Erlianhot at the Chinese border port is one of the best expressways in Mongolia. However, the lack of maintenance of the two-way six-lane highway was bumped by heavy trucks, and the manhole cover was unexpectedly protruding from the road. Pushing up and bringing bumps, the bearded Bot sitting behind the steering wheel reluctantly dodges to the left and dodges, driving the huge touring car out of the dtm car racing style, but the passengers in the rear compartment complained and hurriedly fixed their hands. With water cups, thermos and cans rolling around,

Gu Tie sat by the window, sulking with his elbows resting on the small table. After coming out of the Genghis Khan International Airport, he shook Terry's body emotionally and asked about the Genesis network authority. He did not expect the clown. His expression became more and more confused. At the end, his eyes turned white, and he fainted on the table with a plop,

"You stupid." Eva glared at the Chinese with her arms around Terry's head. "They have said that he suffers from sensory decline. For him, the real world is a remote TV screen. Reality brings him The greater the stimulus that comes, the farther away the screen will be from him, until his nerves are on the verge of collapse, and his senses of reality are completely abandoned and he hides himself in the fantasy world. Now he doesn't know how long he will have to sleep to wake up."

"But...I just want to ask a few questions..." Gu Tie stretched out his hands dumbfounded, "I'm sorry..."

"Sometimes I really wonder if the listener chooses the wrong person." Little Lori gave him a gritted teeth, stroking the clown's hair, and stopped responding to him,

This little woman is indeed the spiritual leader of the Glory Circus. When she was angry, all the members were silent. Except for the little white face George who secretly patted the shoulder to comfort Gu Tie, everyone kept silent tacitly, and the car passed through the ring road. Bypassing Ulaanbaatar and driving on the first highway to China, the carriages were as dull as a prison along the way, and the Chinese did not speak in anger. Opposite him was Terry the clown who was sleeping at the desk, Gu Tie was angry when he saw the back of his head, turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the window,

In fact, there is not much scenery to look at. The distance from Ulaanbaatar to Erlianhot Port is 720 kilometers. There are no other landforms except grasslands, deserts and Gobi along the way. Mongolia is rarely visited. In a poor country with an international perspective, there is no expressway in the middle of the twenty-second century. The grasslands on both sides of the first highway are degraded very seriously. The desert is gradually engulfing the barren grassland, driving herdsmen to farther places in the wasteland. ,

Gu Tie suddenly felt that he should contact his father. When he was in Poland, the phone call to his adoptive father was transferred to the voicemail box. Before Dr. Bartholomew called back, he was loaded into the big plane and flew to the east. If the old man cannot contact him I am afraid that I will be worried. Thinking of this, he beckoned to the little white face George: "Hey, come here."

"Boss." George was practicing sword swallowing. Hearing the words, he pulled the shiny long sword out of his mouth and threw it aside. He ran over and didn't forget to take a peek at the cockpit on the road. Sitting in the passenger seat, I didn’t notice the situation in the car,

"I want to connect to the quantum network and give me the port and account of the satellite antenna." Gu Tie pointed to the top of his head,

George hesitated: "Boss, Eva once said that the Brotherhood of the Scarlet Owl has great power on the quantum network. Internet access is very dangerous. She forbids anyone except Terry to log in... "

"Who am I." The Chinese pointed to the tip of his nose,

"The selected person." Little white-faced George stood at attention, "I see, boss, I'm going to connect the satellite channel and broadcast the wifi signal."

Gu Tie smiled and nodded. One minute later, the quantum network channel was established. The Chinese sent a message to the adoptive father, and the reply arrived almost immediately, "Meet in the old place."

Gu Tie and his father do not communicate very often, and they seldom meet on the quantum network, but the two have a fixed meeting place, which is an encrypted private discussion group. Pushing open a fence, Gu Tie replied In that familiar space, the white wooden fence was covered with the freshly trimmed green lawn, a six-bedroom red-roofed wooden house was erected at the end of the squash cobblestone corridor, and a black Belgian shepherd emerged from the doorway. Barking at him, "sparky." A name blurted out, and Gu Tie smiled and walked over and stroked the dog’s head. This was their residence on the outskirts of Salzburg before leaving Austria, his real home,

The gray-haired Dr. Bartholomew was sitting in a rocking chair under the eaves and beckoned to him. The old man was wearing a blue and white checked cotton shirt, corduroy **** and slippers, holding a cup of steaming earl grey tea in his hand, watching He looks good. From the image details, this somewhat stubborn old man still uses a 2d camera as an information collection device. Only when viewed from the front, the expression on his face can be perfectly reproduced.

"Dad." Gu Tie stepped up the four steps to the wooden platform and sat in the armchair beside his father. There was a cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table between the two. It was Gu Tie in his childhood. The favorite drink, the elderly still remember clearly,

"Where are you now." Dr. Bartholomew looked up and down at his long-lost son. The discussion team assigned Gu Tie a loose and comfortable casual clothes, and his appearance, physique, and physical condition were adjusted by the implanted chip. Reproduced with the data, the old man looked at the complexion on the face of the Chinese and nodded secretly, at least the child’s body looks healthy,

"I'm in Mongolia." Gu Tie was somewhat cautious when facing his father, and answered honestly, "It's a long story. It's a circus with a friend for a few performances. I'm fine. Don't worry, yours. How is your body and how is your heart?"

Bartholomew raised his hand and motioned to his son to take a drink, "Things are messed up, besides work, there are some mundane things, but my body is okay, and my heart is beating healthily. You recently entered." Is the world?? It depends on your body’s immersion. Now, is it right to use the implanted chip of the “world” to log in to the network. At the beginning of the design, the implanted chip took this function into account, but for some reason, gtc will It is blocked. I believe you with an IQ of 177 will not fail to see the mystery."

Gu Tie took a sip of the hot chocolate. The sweet taste simulated by the chip came from the sense of smell and taste at the same time, but it was always a little bit different from the deliciousness in childhood memory. "Yes, Dad, just use an electric arc to forcibly penetrate b3 Just go to the c14 pin. It’s very simple. Now that many people have found the secret." He has no doubt that his father as a senior gtc can see his login method at a glance, gently put down the mug, and replied,

"No, a few people, they... forget it." The old doctor hesitated, "Are you still enjoying your adventures in the "world"."

His adopted son smiled: "It's hard to tell, I always feel that it is not the role I played, but the experience of a role is partly experienced by me, but it is still very pleasant. The'world' is a great creation, yes. , Dad, do you know about NASA’s "Drift Bottle" program." Gu Tie suddenly asked,

Dr. Bartholomew nodded: "I know, gtc has also made a probe to join the deep space project. This is the responsibility of another department assisted by the communications office. I don't know the details."

"Is it the ninth office responsible for spies, assassinations, and internal investigations?" Gu Tie sat up straight, staring into the eyes of his adoptive father.

The old man's eyes dodged, and he took the earl grey tea and sipped it: "You know I won't disclose the internal information of gtc, don't ask, and no matter what you are doing, please stop immediately, otherwise you will provoke Unexpected trouble."

"What could be more troublesome than that day." Gu Tie murmured, knowing that his father would not continue this topic, so he closed his mouth obediently,

The father and son stared at the blue skies of Austria and chatted for a while, "If sparky is still alive, he should be twenty-five years old this year." Gu Tie looked at the tender puppy rolling at his feet, stroking The soft mane on the back of the collie, ask,

"You refused to replace it with artificial organs. An artificial kidney only costs $4,000." The old man said leisurely,

"When I was a child, I thought that in the future human beings would face identity confusion, such as artificial organs, mechanical prostheses, and ethical conflicts brought about by implanted computers... Only now I realized that I think too much. The disasters that humans will face are basically It’s not the same as in "Ghost in the Shell"." Gu Tie sighed lightly,

"What mobile team." Dr. Bartholomew did not understand,

"A very old comic, nothing." The Chinese shook his head,

Suddenly a signal from the real world touched his central nervous system, and someone was trying to wake him up, "Dad, I have left too, please take care of your body, and I will go to Austria to see you when I'm done." Gu Iron stood up, drank the hot chocolate in his hand, and said apologetically,

"Let's go." The gray-haired Dr. Bartholomew waved his hand without looking at his son. The air was distorted. Gu Tie broke through the space and logged out of the discussion group. Sparky stood up and yelled at the sky. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) It's..."

The gap in the air opened and closed, and the discussion group that lost its owner gradually turned into fragments of data flowing into the endless space of the quantum network, sparky barked anxiously, as the collapsed data structure became invisible,

"Is it all right, Dr. Bartholomew." A staff member wearing a blue uniform and a ninth identification card knocked on the door and walked into the room.

"Okay, let's go." The old man turned off the terminal's display screen,