It was close to two o'clock in the morning.
The black Lincoln Continental Town Car was speeding through the streets of Zhongjing.
The noise and joy of last night disappeared. The streets were now deserted, holographic advertisements and signboards disappeared, and the airship ban was still not lifted.
In the silence, only the roar of the 6.6-liter V8 engine echoed.
In the car, Li Liang looked through the car window at the rapidly passing street scene. Occasionally, he could see a few pedestrians walking in a hurry and disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
"Where are the psychics?" He retracted his gaze and turned to ask.
"Most..." The suit size of "Whispers" was too small. The group that had transformed into "Sorge" took off their suit jackets, unbuttoned the tight collar of their shirts, and breathed a sigh of relief, "...went home."
"go home?"
"Yes, although there are altar leaders within the psychics, there are different groups, such as hunting groups, commuting groups, etc., but there is only one dominant person at the core. Now that the dominant person is dead and the new world is destroyed, they are worried about being liquidated. They want more It’s about self-preservation.”
Li Liang nodded.
Without the souls provided by the new world, these psychic soul vessels and the souls stored in the body have become consumables. "Revenge" for the dominator is purely a fantasy, and reunification with the family is a practical idea.
"However, several surviving altar owners are preparing to organize a rally. The location has not yet been decided." The group shook their heads. "This group of homeless dogs is likely to end up attached to a gang."
"If possible, we still need to control them," Li Liang said in a low voice.
The group lowered their heads and adjusted their sleeves: "It's difficult. They despise worldly power and will only surrender to their own kind. Maybe you can give it a try."
"I'm afraid..." Li Liang turned his head and glanced at the sky, "Xian will not give me this opportunity."
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ASK.
Li Liang, who had just returned, learned a piece of news.
Morris found it.
On the 34th floor, Old Tang's room.
Li Liang looked at Morris squatting in the corner, wearing only a pair of cartoon shorts, and wondered: "What kind of look is this?"
"Huh, fuck..." K raised his foot to kick him, but Maurice quickly held his head, "This guy was so kicked that he found a club and slept there since yesterday..." As he said this, he reached out and jerked Mo Mo hard. Reese's hair, "We damn near turned Ichiban Street upside down."
"Boss...what happened? What happened?" Morris shouted, looking out the window.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, only half of the joint meeting was left, and dozens of large cranes were working overnight.
"Okay, okay, please be polite," Li Liang smiled, picked up Maurice, carried him to the hemp mat in the middle of the ground, pressed him on the futon, sat on the opposite side, and said gently, " Lao Mo, I need your help with something."
Morris had withered hair and a pair of red eyes that had just woken up from a hangover. He swallowed: "I'm afraid I won't be able to help."
"Don't be afraid, work hard," Li Liang waved to K, took the linen woven by "New World", spread it on the hemp mat, and said with a smile, "Come and take a look."
Morris pouted and looked at it for a long time, then hesitated and said: "This is..."
"What?" Li Liang, K, Old Tang, and Sorge all came closer, looking attentive.
"Piece of cloth."
K was stunned for a moment: "Then what?"
"If my guess is correct, it's a piece of linen," Morris said seriously.
"What the hell..." K touched his waist, "Where's my gun..."
"Tsk, we didn't make it clear. Give Lao Mo another chance." Li Liang waved his hand and pointed at the area in the middle of the fabric. "Look, this area is different from other places. Look at the way the longitude and latitude lines cross. What did you think of? ?”
Morris lowered his head with a pale face and stared at the cloth motionlessly.
Five minutes passed.
"Hey, are you asleep? What are you doing?" Li Liang asked, tilting his head.
Morris raised his head with an expression that was worse than death: "I don't know what I'm doing."
"..."
Old Tang chuckled: "Hey, K, the IQ of your subordinates..." After noticing K's unkind eyes, he quickly stopped his smile and became serious.
"0 and 1," Li Liang said helplessly, "Is it possible that the intersection of longitude and latitude lines represents 0 and 1, forming a program?"
"Binary system?" Morris pouted on the cloth, touching the intersection of the longitude and latitude lines bit by bit, and murmured for a moment, "Is this okay?"
Sorge put the paper and pen next to the cloth: "Write it down."
"I'll try," Morris began writing 0s and 1s on the paper.
ten minutes later.
A piece of paper filled with 0s and 1s was placed in front of everyone.
"Is this a program?" Li Liang asked.
Morris stared at the numbers in a daze, reacting very slowly. After a while, he scratched his face and said hesitantly: "It's a bit like it."
"What does it mean to be somewhat similar?"
"This machine language is too old. We now use the machine code and development environment provided by Xi'an."
Li Liang frowned: "No one in Zhongjing understands it?"
"Basically..." Morris suddenly remembered something, "By the way, someone might understand."
"Computer expert?"
"No, he sells antiques."
A few minutes later.
K made a voice call with his wristband.
"Hello? Spades, King, find the collector, yes, stop talking nonsense, hurry up."
Next to him, Morris, wearing only shorts, was sitting on the mat, looking nervous.
"Well, yes, I have something to ask you. Well, I'll let Maurice tell you," K handed over the earphones.
Morris quickly put on his headphones and said: "Do you have any old books on ASCII? Yes, any version will do. Do you have the 1986 version? ...Yes, that's the form, send it over."
After a moment, the bracelet received a picture and projected it above. It was a comparison table of binary numbers, letters, and symbols.
"That's it," Morris began, looking at the table, converting groups of 0s and 1s into numbers and symbols.
soon.
A piece of paper filled with 0s and 1s was converted into six lines of code.
#include
intmain(void)
{
printf("Hello, World!n");
return0;
}
Morris looked at the code he had written and was stunned, with a strange expression.
"It looks familiar," Li Liang nodded, "What is it for?"
"Uh, if I remember correctly, it is used to display these two words," Morris pointed to the code on the paper, "Helloworld."
K asked confused: "Then what?"
"No more," Morris spread his hands, "It only has this function. This is a very ancient program. Ancient engineers used it to verify whether the development environment is normal, such as function calls, program entries, module dependencies, etc."
Li Liang finally reacted, no wonder he felt familiar.
I took a freshman computer class...
"Is this...a prank?" Morris looked confused.
At this time.
Li Liang asked Old Tang: "Where was this piece of cloth torn from?"
Old Tang gestured: "They unfolded the woven fabric, which was several meters long. I was on the far right... I should have been the first to weave it.
Li Liang stroked the linen.
If the ruler had never cut the cloth, then what Old Tang tore off might be the earliest recorded content in the New World.
Why is it such a rudimentary program?
