War in Heaven

At nine o'clock the next morning, Lin lying in bed slowly opened his eyes, lying in a warm bed, and was about to sleep again, but saw the screen of the phone on the bedside table lit up. .

"Well……"

He reached out and explored it. He picked up the phone and lifted it to the front. After using the fingerprint to unlock it, he pressed the projection button. In the air above the phone, a small holographic projection text appeared immediately:

"You have twenty new messages."

"Oh..." Lin Chi was fainting about putting down his mobile phone and suddenly waking up:

"what?"

For users who use the mobile phone with very low frequency of communication, it is a fantasy to receive 20 messages a night.

Lin Chi's eyes narrowed up and looked at the information he received. Under the spam messages such as "special offer" and "selling insurance" that appeared every day, the first thing that came out was a message from Zhou Tianhao:

"We just found some bad content, you better not play "War of Heaven"."

Seeing this message, Lin Chi dialed back and asked, "What have you found?"

It stands to reason that the information that the Authority investigates from game companies is generally not leakable. But Zhou Tianhao’s guy apparently trusted Lin Chi’s deliberately low voice and rang from his mobile phone:

"This 'pulse entertainment company' is not separated from Yubi. It used to be military. It was the ‘future technology company.’ You should have heard of it?”

"Oh, the one who developed the military combat robot?" Lin Chi put the phone around and sat up with his eyes open.

In the news, he has seen reports about "Future Technology Corporation", a large multinational military industry group headquartered in the Arctic Ocean, which has cooperated with many countries to manufacture weapons components and China's famous arms manufacturer. The North Industries Group also has a cooperative relationship.

Of course, the detailed data of the top weapons of various countries cannot be flown into the hands of future technology companies. The company mainly processes the trim of weapons and equipment, and at the same time, it is also independently researching and developing some low-cost automatic combat robots. Class equipment.

"Yes, that is the company." Zhou Tianhao sneaked down the voice: "We secretly eavesdropped on their internal communications before we got the news."

"So what are you going to do?" Lin Chi looked at the familiar face projected above the phone: "I don't think you can do anything about pulse entertainment."

"Yeah, even if pulse entertainment is a military enterprise, we can't do anything. No one stipulates that military enterprises are not allowed to develop games, let alone our news, or by eavesdropping on this illegal means..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Tianhao sighed, and the projected expression was very depressed: "I just remind you, it is best not to play recently, God knows what the future technology is going to do, maybe it is taking the player to do the experiment."

"Even if it is an experiment, they can't do any harm to the player." Lin said.

After problems in the first-generation brain-computer interface, which led to several "pioneer" mental disorders, countries around the world have developed stricter rules, reduced the power of the second-generation interface, and installed a security lock for the game bin. . By the way, in all intra-brain imaging games, a "sudden death" system that automatically breaks when the player suffers from excessive pain is forced.

The game bins and interfaces produced under the new standard can be said to be absolutely safe. Unless the player enters the data channel by himself, there is no possibility of any accident.

When it comes to the accidents that occurred during the game, Lin Chi suddenly remembered the "magicacter" incident that Zhou Tianhao said last time, and asked: "What did you investigate about the hallucinogen?"

"No, but there are two new cases. I don't know what they have eaten and become a madman. We have sent the patient's body fluid sample to the National Toxicology Center. Now it is testing." Zhou Tianhao shook his head.

"Is those madmen talking nonsense?" Lin Chi asked curiously.

"Yes, they showed symptoms of manic psychosis and must be tied to the bed." Zhou Tianhao said: "They seem to think that the world is fake, the game world is real, and they are also calling 'creator' and the like. A mess of words."

"Oh, the Creator..." Lin Chi looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"What's wrong, do you know anything?" Zhou Tianhao immediately asked questions.

"Nothing, if I find out what information, I will inform you immediately." Lin Chi said that he stretched out and said: "Goodbye."

After hearing the end keyword, the phone automatically cuts off the call. Lin Chi opened the curtains and looked at the clear sky without clouds. When I recalled what Zhou Tianhao had just said, the expression on his face was serious.

——The players are mad at drugs, is it the trick of those “creators”? Are the AIs in the game world already reaching out to the real world?

Although the possibility is very low, AI controls the human body, and it is not impossible. If those players suddenly go crazy, it is not because the spirit has gone wrong, but because of other "personality"...

Because there is too little intelligence now, Lin Chi has no conclusions. After all, without seeing the patient's appearance, he did not know what those people looked like when they were ill.

However, there may still be ways to see those patients through the camera.

Thinking of this, Lin Chi picked up his mobile phone before returning to bed, and was about to contact the Frankenstein, but found that the remaining dozens of information in the mobile phone were sent by the virus:

- Find the entrance.

--Help.

- I escaped.

- Can't enter again.

......

Looking at a bunch of messages in the phone that are suspected of talking to himself, Lin Chi sent a voice in the past: "What are you doing?"

Two seconds later, the Frankenstein's ruthless electronic synth sounded up: "Please ignore the information, I don't know if you were sleeping."

"I am sorry, my sleep time is a little longer than the average." Lin Chi snarled.

The Frankenstein didn't pay attention to Lin Chi's boring topic, but went straight to the topic: "I can't continue to investigate."

"What's wrong? Pulse entertainment company found you?" Lin Chi asked.

"They installed anti-virus software for me. As long as I am close to any data port of Pulse Entertainment, I will be chased by those software." The Frankenstein's voice is getting smaller, like the mood is somewhat low.

Seeing this virus seems to be depressed, Lin Chi smiled and looked at the clear sky outside the window, suddenly asked: "Do you want to go out and play with me?"

Lin Chi, who was tired of playing games for a long time, was planning to wear a exoskeleton to go out and relax. Although it is impossible to prepare a robot for a reliable body, it is not a bad idea to take the guy out to play with a mobile phone.

"..."

After Lin Chi’s invitation, the Frankenstein was silent for a few seconds, as if he was thinking, and after a while he finally said: “Well, but please don’t connect public WIFI, there is anti-virus software.”

"Hah, then get ready, set off later." Lin Chi smiled.