Foreword:
The mind becomes more rigorous and the appearance becomes simpler.
——Ernest Miller Hemingway
[Part①·Frail mind]
A light lit up outside the cage——
——From Jiang Xueming's perspective, the light swayed unnaturally, like a poisonous snake's head, slowly approaching the cage.
His breathing also became slower. When the enemy was about to appear, he remained absolutely calm and rational. The rusty cage was divided into two colors: red and black. The light illuminated his solid shadow, which moved back and forth along with the light source.
There was a special smell of fluoride in the air. He remembered this smell. It was the refrigerant commonly found in chemicals.
The light finally came to Xueming. Looking through the iron cage, he saw a strange beast lying outside the cage. Suddenly it straightened up, and the light source flew along with its suddenly erect body.
Xueming looked up——
——The little dim light comes from its head, which is a TV.
You heard it right, the monster's head is exactly a TV set, and the light Xueming sees is the TV's power light.
The brand logo of Toshiba Integrated Electronics and Electrical Appliances is printed on its dark plastic frame. The TV head has a thick and long body, like twisted muscle fibers, without skin protection, about two meters long.
The strange smell Xueming smelled was emanating from this monster.
He caught a glimpse of the viscous liquid overflowing from the monster's body and thought to himself——
——It should be artificial blood and artificial meat.
The main component of artificial blood is milky white fluorocarbon, which can transport oxygen instead of red blood cells. When he slaughtered soldiers and policemen in Shinto City, he couldn't smell much of the red blood and rust of Homo sapiens.
Their prosthetic system has eliminated red blood cells. In order to allow the VENOM agency to have a more stable electrification system, their blood has turned white, completely excluding iron elements.
By the way, is this monster the Rigoletto?
Jiang Xueming carefully observed the dark screen of the TV and couldn't think of a reason.
Everything in [Elysium Space] is so strange to him. The physical laws of this ghost place are different from the real world. If Niflheim is regarded as the underworld, [Elysium Space] is more like a middle ground.
People's spiritual energy has not yet left the physical body, and it remains in this virtual space for the time being, and will never be reincarnated.
The monster spoke——
"——Hello, Jiang Xueming."
The TV screen suddenly lit up, with cluttered horizontal stripes and dots of snowflakes, and a familiar and friendly face came into Xueming's eyes.
The iconic big bald head is back, and Hayabusa winks at Xueming in the cage, "I am [Jester], in the Elysium, I am your auditor, I am your educator, I am your teacher."
Xueming didn't speak, he didn't even move. The light source of the TV illuminated part of the room. In this virtual community, there seemed to be other room areas with different functions around. In the dim environment, he could see some prison windows.
"Are you very scared now?" The Fool was overjoyed and threatened with a smile: "My clones are endless, and the falcon-style transformed person can be resurrected again and again - but you will only become weaker and weaker, and you can only fall. Let me eat your meat in my hands!"
Xueming still didn't speak. He observed the rust spots on the cage and stared at the noisy enemy between the iron sheets and steel skin.
The Rigoletto twists his ugly snake body with an expression of sickly and twisted ecstasy.
"I want to turn you into my little electronic pet! Then I will taste your beauty! Hehehehehe."
It sometimes crawled on the floor, sometimes stood upright, and made a strange sound when the strips of meat swelled, just like when the pulley bites the new skin, the oil and organic matter rub together and make a harsh note of "Puff".
"I just like babies like you who don't like to talk."
The Fool was close to Jiang Xueming, circling around the iron cage, as if inspecting the trophies and inspecting the figurine toys.
"Look at your unmodified flesh and blood. An ugly body will give birth to an ugly mind."
It spoke rudely and arrogantly mocked Xueming's avatar.
"Except for the VENOM mechanism on your arm, you are actually a 100% natural Homo sapiens. It's really obscene! It's unsightly! Didn't Hayabusa tell you? Without transformation, you're naked?!"
Jiang Xueming finally said: "I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with him. We are definitely not the same person in terms of personality, so naturally we can't talk about clothes."
The Fool was shocked: "Are you not afraid of me? When facing my sacred body, you don't even have the slightest thought of fear!"
"To be honest, when I first saw you, I felt quite friendly." Jiang Xueming said truthfully: "When I was a child, I squatted outside the gate of the richest household in the village and watched Monster King and Dinosaurs with his grandson. The team—it’s quite interesting.”
"You must be bluffing." The jester's tone was a bit sinister. He retracted his head and turned his snake body into a bow, keeping further away from the cage.
Since Jiang Xueming's body has not been modified, and the VENOM mechanism is also controlled remotely by FE204863, which is a super autistic state that is completely disconnected from the Internet, the Jester, as the auditor of [Elysium Space], cannot find out the detailed data of Jiang Xueming, the electronic ghost at all. .
In the eyes of the Fool, this nameless soldier was covered with forbidden access tags. The firewall program disguised as a wake-up service locked Jiang Xueming and locked him up. Other than that, the Fool had no other operations. .
"I don't need to lie to you." Xueming told the truth about what he saw with his eyes: "I just came to such a ghost place. It seems to be a public space on the Internet. Many people engage in mental promiscuity here, and some people urinate and defecate everywhere - —It’s very similar to the Chinese Internet community in my hometown, except that the people in Shinto City are more radical.”
"I was just about to log off, when you caught me in a cage and sent me to a small room that I can't describe, but it was [wow]."
Jiang Xueming followed the jester in circles. The strange snake spiraled around the cage, and he continued to spin while talking.
"There was this TV floating towards me, and it had a thick tail behind its big butt. Let me tell you the truth."
He gestured towards the jester, his expression became very funny, the corners of his mouth rose unnaturally, and there was a sense of joy surging in his heart——
"——If you were an ordinary person, your unique aesthetics might scare you, but who do you think I am?"
The changes in his gestures started with the movement of two thumbs to measure the size.
"I'm not being modest anymore. With your appearance, in the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, according to the seating arrangement, you will definitely be at the children's table."
His thumb moved closer to his index finger, and he squeezed out a bit of cruelty.
"And you seem to have made a mistake, Fool."
The monster was suddenly startled when its name was called. It looked suspicious and couldn't believe what it heard.
Jiang Xueming stretched out his hand to normalize the exaggerated expression on his face, and returned to his cold-faced devil form.
He said seriously and firmly: "Do you think that by locking me up, you are imprisoning me? Will I be afraid because of this cage? What will you do to me? I am very curious."
Jiang Xueming knew what was special about [Elysium Space]. He was just a ball of spiritual energy now, and Falcon Style could not harm his physical body, so he was sent here. As for how to cause him to be harmed, judging from the current logic of [Rigoletto]'s behavior, it should be related to mental attacks on his sanity.
The jester said fiercely: "You are so brave!"
Jiang Xueming: "That's true."
Rigoletto: "I'll undo this cage in a minute! And I'll crush your spirit!"
Jiang Xueming: "Please."
Fool: "Hey! I've never seen such an arrogant guy!"
Jiang Xueming: "Is there a possibility that the cage is not protecting me, but actually you."
Fool: "You're finished! You're dead!"
Jiang Xueming: "We are like dogs barking at each other through an iron fence. I feel quite embarrassed."
Rigoletto: "What the hell do you think you can do to yourself?"
"Whoever breaks his guard will admit it on his own initiative." Jiang Xueming hugged each other, not worried at all.
More juice burst out from the twisted and ugly body of the strange snake. The jester stared at Jiang Xueming, but did not dare to do anything - such a strange DATA came to [Elysium Space], it also Don't dare to act rashly.
Jiang Xueming has a calm demeanor. He is a very patient guy——
——His character is not what it used to be. If he were twenty-four or five years old, the young gunsmith would immediately try to break out of the prison.
The life of a fisherman turned him into a stubborn stone, but his wife and children changed him, making him more calm and reliable. He was not like before when he saw monsters, and he was "so scared" while killing randomly - like a kite If it is held by a wire, it will have more power.
"I'm curious." As if impatient, the jester tilted his head to the TV and chatted with the prey in the cage: "Where do you get your confidence? I have imprisoned many mental models and tortured them - this The image of the deputy software prosthetic skeleton should be very terrifying and extremely curious."
The jester squinted his eyes with a sinister expression and continued,
"It, combined with the inspirational pressure of this strange space, can bring out the most primitive fears deep in people's hearts."
"But in your eyes, it seems to have failed."
Jiang Xueming hugged each other and shook his head: "You want to talk about spiritual pressure? There is indeed something here. It wants to affect my mind? It's not qualified."
"Hiss" the jester took a breath and even changed his title: "Who is your Excellency?"
Jiang Xueming: "Anonymous."
The Fool explained in a serious manner——
"——There are more than 3,000 human brains in my torture room used as flesh and blood to jointly shape the neural network to release the pressure of inspiration. As long as ordinary people enter here, their will will quickly collapse. That is the mental attack of more than 3,000 resentful spirits. ! After being threatened by such a vicious spiritual pressure, your Excellency just said lightly that it was not qualified?"
Jiang Xueming stretched out his hand and introduced it with the same seriousness as the Fool.
"It killed more than 3,000 blood-giving monsters, but I didn't feel it had any impact. It's still so useful."
The jester's expression changed, and then he asked: "Your Excellency, you mean that the blood stained on this hand is not as good as the hard work I put into making the reiatsu torture tools in the torture room?"
Immediately afterwards, Xueming retracted the other four fingers, leaving only the index finger, "No, no, no, I mean this finger, not this left hand."
"That's enough! That's enough! That's enough!" The Fool said in a horrified tone, but its thinking model can judge the physical signs of Homo sapiens. It is originally an information censorship agency and can judge lies through various physical signs.
It could feel that the unassuming man in front of him was not lying. Every tiny movement, look or body language, including the counterattack that imitates its tone, is real and unquestionable.
"Who can't be cruel?" Jiang Xueming returned to his lazy and natural attitude and turned on the power saving mode: "Do you want me to continue? I have seen many monsters more terrifying than you, and they are in my hands. It can only count as one head."
"Including you, Rigoletto, you are one of the few people who can still stay awake and keep your proper name in my expanded version of "The Great Split", and use it as a good material for my textbook."
"You can only count as one."
[Part②·God]
The basilisk flinched in fear. It looked vicious, as if it was frightened.
But this is the fact. Jiang Xueming did not tell a lie. To the ears of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, the names of the eldest sister and the gunsmith are the extremely terrifying Night Demon and the God of Death. They can scare the baby of the blood-giving monster so much that he dare not sleep. In the past six years, Xue Ming's number of kills by male and female accounts has reached more than 18,000. Evenly distributed, he has to kill eight hostile targets every day.
Rest time aside, this god of death has encountered countless ambushes and assassinations. The Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult's deathbed counterattack was meaningless in the eyes of the Anonymous. They were the group of people in the underground world who were best at assassinations and sneak attacks, and their ability to counter espionage and assassination was also top-notch.
Regarding inspiration pressure, there are also cultists who try to use vicious curses to deal with gunsmiths——
——The most typical evil method is very similar to Mr. Thumbmana's soul attack. It triggers the psychic qualities of the gunsmith, turning the numerous murders he has committed into a curse, which is dealt with through the malicious spirit body. Damage the gunsmith's sanity.
But how can these ghosts harm the rare god of death in the world? Perhaps people with fragile minds will feel regret for the sins they have committed and the lives they have taken.
In Jiang Xueming's view, every slaughter of an animal is a retribution caused by the natural cycle. A living animal cannot hurt him, let alone a dead one.
These evil curses took effect again and again. During more than two thousand days and nights, many ghosts took the initiative to collect debts. The scenes of meeting Xueming again were all kinds of strange. There were cult leaders who were immediately frightened out of their wits when they reunited in dreams, and others. The cannibalistic rich woman who never forgot to turn into a spirit and come back to woo her once again asked Jiang Xueming to crush her heart, and she turned into a heartbroken overage girl and returned to the underworld of Heim.
For Xueming, the pressure of inspiration emanating from the Rigoletto's torture chamber is almost the same as eating, drinking, and breathing oxygen. It's not even as good as 9527, when he begged him for homework to no avail and angrily went to the pond to poison him. The mental damage from killing a fish.
And Rigoletto looks too weak
In terms of elemental composition, the strange snake's movement speed is far inferior to that of the incarnation butterfly. It has no poisonous characteristics, no fully evolved walking limbs, no claws, and no lower jaw as a bite and attack joint. It does not have dexterous hands to control firearms, and its thick muscular body is about fifty-five centimeters in diameter. According to the power limit of conventional disaster beasts, after successfully controlling the prey with a choke attack, the power to suppress the prey should be about 1.5 tons. , if the physical rules of the Elysian Space were calculated according to the real world, this would be this data.
Compared with the local products of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, the bunch of blood-giving monsters grow into crooked melons and cracked jujubes, the human flesh golem with exposed organs, and the huge tower of blood and bones with its skull sewn together. In addition to being a little smellier, the avatar the Fool chose for himself It can be regarded as one of the best beauties. As far as the custom of blood-giving monsters is concerned, it can be regarded as pure and ascetic.
At this moment, the Fool is still determined to exert extreme pressure on the prey in the cage.
"It seems your ignorance makes you fearless"
"Then I have to show you my true form."
Jiang Xueming: "Please."
Dozens of fluorescent spots emerge from the dark shadows.
They are like stars lighting up the darkness, like the hundred eyes of ancient gods.
The jester slowly stepped back, and the light source of the TV gradually became one with these eyes.
The foul-smelling strips of meat returned to their original form, and the entire torture room began to emit heavy spiritual pressure. Xueming glanced forward along the cell door on the right, feeling like a pawn guarding other inmates. The sub-supervisor put down the work at hand and turned his attention to his newbie who was not very obedient.
Xueming cheered up, and when he felt the pressure, he said angrily: "It's a bit interesting!"
Flesh and blood merged into one, and the Fool's voice became deep and powerful.
"Day after day, year after year, we live on this planet and are connected with the original seed."
Like the shape of the strange snake, these dazzling stars are also television sets, but when gathered together, they turn into the veins and limbs of the pale giant beast.
"Being born, breeding, thinking, dying."
“Self-organization of Electrical Currents, Evolution of Neural Networks.”
"The abominations you face are gods with hundreds of eyes, hundreds of mouths, and hundreds of faces."
It finally emerged from the darkness, its squirming flesh smooth and powerful, like a snake god with one tail and eight heads.
It stood upright, with dozens of faces squeezed out from the pale fleshy strips. They were all different models and different batches of Falcons that evolved after the splitting of instructor TOM's personality. Their personalities formed the real body of the Fool.
The TV sets also changed from square and angular to rounded, embedded in the limbs and neck of this huge and honest flesh and blood monster, and turned into eyes with clear black and white.
When they looked at Xueming, they poured all their intelligence into the nameless warrior.
The Fool was about to speak.
"I"
Xueming interrupted immediately.
"Then what?"
asked all the jester's hundred mouths.
"What then?"
Jiang Xueming: "Is it over? Phase two? It's over? No more?"
The Fool didn't answer because he didn't know how to explain this.
Jiang Xueming then asked: "You took the units in other cells, or called them clones, or called them copies. You called these guys over and merged them together, and turned them into what they are now? Are they gone?"
"No." The jester wanted to say something else, but Xueming wouldn't let him.
"So? What do those riddles just now mean?" Jiang Xueming was very honest and didn't say anything out of the ordinary: "I want to say that during your transformation process, you merged with Mother Earth? Be more straightforward next time. I just don’t have a good mind."
Fool: "Wait a minute."
Jiang Xueming: "Yeah. Is it time to open the cage now? Can we have a good fight?"
It seemed that everything was awkward at this time.
The Fool roared in surprise and anger.
"Seeing me so strong? Are you so arrogant and rude?!"
With the wind pressure and sound waves emitted by the roar, Xueming immediately plugged his ears, accompanied by strong tinnitus, and his brain began to feel dizzy. Like a shooting star, he turned his head and opened his mouth wide to protect his ears and brain, trying to prevent the sound waves from impacting all Digestion occurs in the head cavity.
Wait till the Fool is quieter——
——Jiang Xueming seemed to have changed.
"I'm going to kill you, cutie."
After saying these words, the eight-headed snake god with hundreds of eyes and faces was chilled to the bone.
Its muscles contracted suddenly, and it felt a strong mental attack. The inspiration pressure emanating from the nameless body was very strange. It was like a cold blade, which turned into a hot bullet after piercing the exposed body tissue.
In order to detect the user's mental state, it has an incalculable electronic nerve sensing unit, including a sensing organ for psychic spiritual pressure. At this moment, almost half of the jester's eyeballs trembled with the violent amplitude of spiritual pressure. It cracked and sparks of electricity burst out, as if the program had been attacked by a virus, and masses of underlying code exploded from the dark pupils.
Jiang Xueming's eyes locked on it——
——It heard the whispers of the devil, detailing its sins.
"I know what you are."
"You can decide how people live, you influence their aesthetics, you take away their free will and transform their personality."
"You let them take electronic drugs and become addicted to cyber prostitution. You tell children how to shoot. You are a mentor, a public opinion leader, and a gold medal salesman."
"You use the lowest cost to turn office workers into soldiers, and then send them to my hands to be chopped into meat fillings."
"You have no regrets. In this torture chamber, there seem to be other mental models that want to be transformed by you and become your puppets."
"You can speak well, but when dealing with weak people, you have to show your ugly and terrifying body to intimidate and manipulate their spirits."
"You say this is advanced? Is it science?"
"I don't think so, and I don't want to argue with you."
"This is your territory, and I am unarmed. You treat me like an electronic pet and lock me in an iron prison."
"But I have to say, I will kill you, whether it's you in the Elysium or you in the real world."
For a moment, Xueming's eyes turned blood red because of the violent psychic fluctuations that caused the amount of data to overflow.
"How about you guess? What method will I use? How will I dismember you?"
"Cut open your twenty-six-meter-tall body and chop your eight heads into pieces."
"There are many torture instruments here, all made of high-quality materials. Which one should I choose?"
"Why didn't you speak?"
Not far away, the jester deliberately avoided the scorching eyes of the thing in the cage. The spiritual pressure almost stabbed it. It finally heard the second half of Jiang Xueming's mocking sentence.
"god?"
