Thriller Paradise Chapter 337: South Park (11)

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue actually responded calmly, and then asked: "I want to ask...With the improvement of intelligence, is it possible for you higher-ranking derivatives to learn?" Just kidding, "This technology?"

"It's possible." R2 replied calmly, "but I haven't mastered it yet."

"Oh..." Feng Bujue groaned, "Okay."

The next second, he shouted: "Ah--"

After shouting this voice, he shouted again several times: "Ah! Ah-"

"What are you doing?" R2 wondered.

"Express my panic." Feng Bujue only took a moment to return to his normal expression.

"But your shock value is zero..." R2 replied.

"That's why my shouting is as unnatural as a woman pretending to have an orgasm." Feng Bujue said.

"Uh..." Because of the amount of information in this statement, R2 was unable to respond.

Feng Bujue waited for five seconds, and said, "Well...it seems you really can't make a joke." It turns out that his unrestricted behavior this time is another temptation...

R2 said in his usual straightforward tone: "I have experienced very few scripts from level four to level two, so my character completion is relatively low. I use my program to define'joke'... it It should be regarded as a language model used by humans to get close to or humiliate each other when negotiating with each other, and it needs to be effective in a specific context and cognitive environment."

"Okay...Don't talk to me." Feng Bujue waved his hand: "Since you are not joking..." He said that, he tried the option of forcibly quitting the script in the game menu. As a result, It really didn't respond...

"Does it mean that I am trapped in this virtual world and can't get out?" Feng Bujue raised his head and asked.

"Of course not." R2 replied: "After all, what is trapped here is just a set of data projected by your brain." He explained: "Your body and consciousness are still in the game cabin. , Will not suffer any harm." He stretched out four fingers: "You have at least four ways to escape."

When Feng Bujue heard the three words "game cabin" from his mouth, he could conclude that this group of derivatives can now fully understand what kind of existence they are. They treat the player and the world that is one dimension higher than them. It has also been quite specific.

R2's words continue: "The first is to leave with the emergency disconnection function caused by the shock value overload."

Feng Bujue interrupted immediately: "I can't do this."

R2 connected: "The second is the physical method. It's very simple, as long as the game compartment is opened from the outside, you can also leave."

Feng Bujue didn't speak up this time. The game compartment will be disconnected when it is opened, which is common to all neural connection games. There is not much to say.

"The third is that the online time is too long and the system is forcibly disconnected." R2 puts down a finger every time R2 says one, "Fourth... is that you physically disconnect by yourself."

"Disconnected by yourself?" Feng Bujue asked.

"For example, you open the game pod yourself from the inside." R2 said.

"Nonsense, but I am in sleep mode..." Feng Bujue said. Of course, he also knows that in non-sleep mode, players can take off the game helmet or get out of the game cabin at any time, but they will instantly retreat.

"If you are awakened, or wake up by yourself..." R2 said.

"Wake up? Why do you wake up?" Feng Bujue interrupted: "If someone else wants to wake me up, they have to open the game compartment. But if someone opens the game compartment, I don't need to shake it. Waking me up across the game cabin, at least it must be the kind of movement like gongs, drums and firecrackers..." He spread his hands: "And what is the so-called "wake up by yourself"? Is it because of strong will or hunger? "

"Yes." R2 nodded.

"Hey..." Feng Bujue sighed, that is, they will tell you the answer, but they don't know how to combine the actual situation, "Let’s put it this way. I have never had the habit of getting up at night, and I have no external intervention to help. My possibility." He asked: "Does this mean that I can only leave after the connection time is too long and the system is kicked offline?"

R2 hesitated and replied: "Of course, you can also leave the sandbox by being killed."

"Cut~You didn't say it earlier." Feng Bujue said, "Why are there so many words? You don't need to be forced to retreat if you are killed." He said in a relaxed tone: "You wait for me for a few hours. . I’ll play with the summon skills a few times with the cooldown, and then you......"

"But...that will damage your character data." R2's second half sentence was only then said.

"God! Horse!" Feng Bujue roared: "What is the damage?"

"I just said that I'm stuck here. It's just a set of data projected by your brain." R2 looked at Feng Bujue and said, "In a normal script, the system will send your character data in. , Give the task and send you out after completion.

But this is a sandbox, not a place for your players. If your character is killed, then its data is indeed ‘dead’, the system will not recycle and transfer, and your data fragments will be removed along with the entire sandbox. "

"This meowing is equivalent to being killed to level zero, right!" Feng Bujue couldn't help but explode.

"You have to understand this way." R2 replied, "In addition...from the time when the mirroring shield is broken, the sandbox generally can exist for less than ten hours. Within these ten hours, if I can’t take you out of here...me, you, and everything in this sandbox will be cleaned up by the system."

"Yeah...This is the death sentence at the first trial. After the appeal, the sentence will be changed to ten hours with a suspended sentence of death..." Feng Bujue is still in this desperate situation without losing the level of complaints, "By the way... these ten hours Where did it come from? Since the shield you mentioned has been broken, it means that the system has recognized that this is a clone script from that moment, so it should be deleted immediately, right?"

"The reason is very complicated..." R2 said: "Sandbox is the exclusive technology of the source organization, and I don't understand its core principles. It is quite time-consuming to analyze based on the information I have in my hands..." He suddenly Asked: "How is your computer knowledge?"

"I am a literary man." Feng Bujue replied.

"Uh..." R2 didn't understand what the answer meant.

"Understand a little." Feng Bujue sighed, and continued: "But not so badly, to be precise... quite frustrated."

"Oh, let me give a simple example to illustrate." R2 responded, "For example, when you are using a computer, you find a folder in a folder. There are two files with the same name."

"That's impossible." Feng Bujue said.

"That's the power of the sandbox..." R2 said: "Before the mirroring shield was broken, from the system's point of view, the sandbox and the normal script are like two files with the same name, and these two The files are all programs with the suffix EXE." He paused: "The system can only recognize which is the real one and which is a clone after they have been running for a period of time."

"So can I still receive the task at first..." Feng Bujue muttered.

"Yes, if you die or retreat before the mirror shield is broken. It is safe to escape." R2 said.

"Ha...Haha..." Feng Bujue chuckled a few times, muttering in his heart: Is it interesting to be done afterwards.

"After the program runs to a certain stage, the system has distinguished the authenticity. At this time, it will start the deletion operation." R2 continued the previous words: "Like most virus programs, the sandbox is also It’s not that easy to delete."

"Ah...I know that. Some Trojans will copy themselves, or even regenerate them with another drive letter after formatting the hard drive, and they will be bundled with system files." Feng Bujue obviously has a lot of them. Experience of poisoning.

"Yes, but Thriller Paradise's system is more powerful than any anti-virus software in the world, and there are no problems that can't be solved." R2 said.

"I said... Dude, the existence of you and other derivatives. Isn't it a long-term unsolved problem..." Feng Bujue couldn't help saying this.

"Heh..." R2 showed a sad look, and said with a wry smile: "Then you think...who created these'problems' of us?" A streamer flashed in his eyes: "You humans have also created many laws, such as the decimal system, which is one of the foundations of your research in various natural disciplines. But when you study this kind of rules created by yourself, you find that even one plus one equals two. Can’t prove it. So... don’t you want to'solve' this problem?"

Feng Bujue was so speechless when asked by the other party. He held back for a long time before he said: "I emphasize again...I am very general in science..."

"It has nothing to do with science." R2 smiled: "This should be considered as the philosophy category of our derivatives, you naturally don't understand." He paused for a second: "Let's get back to the subject... As I said, the system It is fully capable of "completely deleting" the sandbox and all the data in it. But in order to follow the principles of accuracy and harmony, the system will take a long time to confirm that this work will not bring any sequelae."

"If you compare it like this, I understand. Those bad antivirus software often misreport or even delete some system files. And our system is a highly intelligent and responsible antivirus software. "Feng Bujue said.

"It's almost what it means." R2 replied.

When the two talked here, they had already reached the main entrance of the shopping center all the way from the fourth floor. The gate here is closed, and the metal roller shutters are also lowered. Of course. To stop these two, the copper and iron walls are also choking.

R2 turned his head and said: "You step back, I want to destroy this door."

"I said..." Feng Bujue stepped back and asked, "Since I can't leave the script in a normal way, where are you going to take me?"

R2 returned only two words: "Back door." The voice did not fall. He raised his foot and made a horizontal kick.

An arc-shaped blue light suddenly appeared, and the glass and metal in front of him were instantly kicked out by the wind to cut out a two-meter-high n-shaped opening.

Next, R2 gently pushed with his hand, and a complete door glass and the metal roller shutter behind it collapsed and fell onto the asphalt road outside the shopping center.

This is the first time Feng Bujue has seen a second-level derivative take action at close range~IndoMTL.com~ The K3 he had previously played against was only a third-level level, and it would have been embarrassing to beat him, if not The script had the protagonist's halo, plus a first-class master like "Meng Jing Zen", Feng Bujue would have been dead long ago.

But compared to the K3 at that time and the R2 in front of him, the gap was so big that Feng Bujue felt weird. Today's Brother Jue has killed the top masters of [Shiva] and [Seven Kills], but his eyes can't keep up with R2's movements at all. Using the soul to deduce the result of this blow to oneself, it turned out to be a dead end.

"Huh...It came really fast." R2 snorted coldly while looking at the parking lot outside through the "door" he kicked out.

Feng Bujue also took a few steps forward and looked out over R2's shoulder.

But see, there are three or four giant guinea pigs lying horizontally in the parking lot outside the main entrance of the shopping center. And beside those corpses, there are still many men, women and children with different styles of painting from South Park, and there are as many as 20 or 30 people.

At this moment, all of them slowly turned their heads with the same frequency...All expressionless faces looked at R2 and Feng Bujue. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)