Barrier of Light

"The meeting is over?"

Everyone who came to the conference room looked stunned.

They looked at each other, and through a layer of mental black fog, they could see the shock, astonishment, and confusion on the faces of their neighbors.

The "key" that the Ancient Prose Society has been waiting for for many years has finally appeared——

And he only said one sentence.

The meeting adjourned.

Before he had time to react, the powerful spiritual omen appeared again, but it was completely opposite to before. Previously, it was forcibly establishing a link, and now it was forcibly disconnecting——

"Swish swish."

The figures in the conference room became blurred one after another.

The consciousness of most people was forcibly sent out of the deep water area.

The mandatory spiritual link is effective for everyone, but there is a priority for entering the conference room... Of course it has something to do with whether you resist the spiritual link, but what is more relevant is the strength of the linked person's own spiritual power.

As long as you are strong enough, you can still "fight" strongly even if it is a mandatory link.

The stronger your mental strength, the longer you can resist.

This is true for please and so for sending.

Gu Shen was sitting at the end of the long table. He could feel that after stepping into this conference room, an area of ​​his brain seemed to be activated... He seemed to be able to see the spiritual networks across the five continents, one after another clearly. The underground veins spread from far away and converged into this small conference room.

At the tip, there are members of the Ancient Literature Society who are spreading their branches and leaves.

The terminal is yourself.

On the edge of the long table, there are several figures that have not disappeared. Driven by the "forced disconnection", they still withstood the pressure, but these figures are gradually becoming dim.

"Are you really the 'key' left by Alan Turing?"

The old man codenamed 064 stared at Gu Shen's position, his eyes shining with silver light, as if he was trying to see clearly through the mental fog the face of the person sitting high at the end of the long table.

Gu Shen looked at the old man and felt his heart tremble.

Can you see through it?

No, he didn't believe there was such a person.

Gu Shen suppressed all mental activities, his expression showed no fluctuation, he looked back at the old man and responded calmly: "I opened the door."

The old man stared deeply at Gu Shen, and he withdrew his gaze. The previous stare was just a test... He was more concerned about this "young man's" strength in the real world than verifying the authenticity of the key left by Alan Turing. Strong or weak.

The spiritual world is the best reflection of the real world.

This is a mirror.

Even if a weak person who is not mentally strong enough comes to this conference room by chance, he will never be able to bear the gaze of his own eyes...

It seemed that this young man was more powerful than he thought.

The old man stood up, bowed slightly, and said softly: "...I'm sorry."

Finished.

His figure disappeared into the bloody conference room.

There were very few people left in the conference room. After 064's test just now, no one had similar thoughts of testing.

"You seem to have known the identity of the key all along."

Lin Lin resisted the mental drive, looked at 031, and asked curiously: "Tell me, who is he in the real world?"

Boy 031 smiled slyly: "Aha... I never said that I know the identity of the key. If you want to know... you can ask him in person."

Zhou Jiren gave up the idea of ​​resisting the spiritual link.

When his figure disappeared, he cast a vague admiration look at "Gu Shen" who was leaning on his elbows and meditating at the end of the long table.

[There are familiar eyes. 】

Gu Shen rested his hands on his elbows and gave the command to "disconnect the spiritual link". He maintained this posture and watched the figures in the distance of the long table disappear one after another. Suddenly, he sensed a familiar gaze...

He looked at the boy codenamed 031.

The boy has left.

He remembered clearly that 031 came online very late and was the last one to arrive in the conference room among all the people... In this way, this person's mental power is extremely strong, and his strength in the real world is definitely not weak.

"Can you follow the mental fluctuations and find out the true identities of those in the conference room?"

Gu Shen silently felt the spiritual network spreading in his mind.

As the lights in the conference room went out and the attendees left one after another, the big network also dimmed... If the Deepwater Zone relied on the links of countless extraordinary people to provide computing power.

So this conference room dedicated to the [Ancient Literature Society] relies on the computing power provided by the surviving extraordinary beings to maintain it.

"Not really. At least...not now."

Chu Ling stood behind Gu Shen, her white dress emitting fluorescence. Her fingers spread into floating data, linked to every corner of the long table.

"The source code also needs to follow basic logic. Deep Water Zone has underlying protection logic for every linked transcendent. In order to prevent being breached, the encrypted conference room uses a one-way transmission network." She said softly: "So... ... Even if it is a 'key', it cannot reveal the true identity of the members in the meeting room. This is a kind of protection."

Gu Shen nodded.

He understood the meaning of Mr. Turing's design.

This underlying logic... is the most basic trust. The members of the Ancient Literature Society can come to this conference room because of trust, and Mr. Turing, who designed the conference room, also chose the same ones.

"Every meeting and conversation in the past cannot be retrieved. It is the same as the inability to investigate the identity before. If the conference room is breached one day, it will not cause too many casualties. In the deep water area, tens of millions of people are killed every second. The birth of trillions of information... Even the 'deep sea' cannot completely intercept it, so the conversations in this conference room are garbage that is destroyed after birth." Chu Ling looked at the empty conference room, she retracted her hands, countless spreading data The chain closed up again and returned to the normal girl's fingers.

"The expulsion of the spiritual link has been completed."

Chu Ling said softly: "After the Deep Sea upgrade, this conference room is in a high-risk environment. I will improve the underlying code. During the maintenance period, the conference room cannot be made public."

Gu Shen felt a little uncomfortable.

"You said these words to me...it makes me feel as if I am the owner of this conference room."

"In terms of ability and status... you are indeed." Chu Ling said calmly: "If you decide to abandon the 'meeting room', then for up to three months, this place will be exposed to self-examination in the deep sea and then be breached. ."

"I……"

Gu Shen sat silently at the table. He looked at Chu Ling and asked slowly: "I want to know... what is the reason for all this?"

"The birth of black spots, the collapse of order, I already know this..."

"But why is there an [Ancient Prose Society]?"

"The federal government and those in charge of the fire are fighting against the collapse of order..."

Chu Linghua dispersed into thousands of data, and the dark conference room became brighter in an instant. She appeared again, sitting at the end of the long table, and pointed with delicate jade.

An image appeared between the two of them.

"This is a relic of the source code preserved in the deep sea abatement program... It is also the only surviving fragment of a destroyed image twenty years ago." Chu Ling lowered his eyes and spoke softly: "This is the only thing I can give you. many."

The blood-stained and haggard face of an old man appears in this video... This is his monologue.

Just one glance.

Gu Shen recognized the identity of this old man. He was a great man respected and worshiped by all five continents, the father of intelligence who created the "Deep Sea".

Alan Turing.

A broken image, intermittent, blurry and clear.

The camera panned, and the hoarse voice of the old man who was rumored to have "died peacefully" conveyed such a message.

"Don't trust ... the federal government."