At dusk, the sun is preparing to set, half of it sinking into the horizon.
Half of the sky above our heads is dark purple, and the other half is golden and red, with stars hanging in the sky shining brightly.
Ke Meng stood in front of the convenience store downstairs, looking at the mother and daughter in front of him.
"After what happened, do you still open a store?"
"Those things have passed, and life has to go on." Mother Chen stroked her hair and looked inside the convenience store with a complicated face. The shelves were covered with a layer of dust.
"I don't have any objection. As for the rent, just keep it at the previous price. Just transfer the rent to my account." Kemeng didn't care about this small amount of money.
The rent is not zero because I don’t want to be like Kemen giving alms to others.
People need to have self-respect, and the rent can stay the same, which not only gives dignity to the other party, but also gives the other party a buffer time. If you don't have money to pay the rent, you can go to a bank to borrow money. With the support of Kemeng's background, the bank dare not not lend money to the other party.
"Thank you, Mr. Ke." Mrs. Chen said very gratefully. She sincerely thanked Ke Meng for his help.
Kemeng looked at Chen Momo. He hadn't seen him for more than two years. Chen Momo had grown a few centimeters taller, but it was only a few centimeters. Kemeng's height was still higher than hers.
Chen Momo wears a smart ponytail, a yellow short-sleeved shirt, and a black robe. She is simple and has a different temperament.
She has been living in the Psychotherapy Team of the Investigation Bureau for many days recently, and her energy and spirit have slowly returned to normal. However, her past natural and dull personality has been polished away by the sect's teachings, and she has become much more stable.
"Amon, I will study by myself in the store, and then take the self-study exam at Whale Special University next year." Chen Momo said with firm eyes.
"Come on." Kemeng didn't know what to say, so he could only say, "Come on."
Not long after, the mother and daughter came into the store to clean up items on the shelves.
Kemen looked at it for a few seconds, then turned and went upstairs.
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Wasteland cultivation area.
Ke Meng took the chip to the Wasteland Research Institute and gave it to the director of the institute, asking them to customize the integrated circuit board based on the quantum chip.
This step is not difficult, and Ke Meng will also participate in the design.
With mature examples in mind, the manufacturing progress of the virtual gaming helmet was very fast. In less than two days, the finished product was officially released.
The finished product is available, but the key game files are still missing.
Ke Meng took the USB flash drive, inserted it into the socket of the game box, and then recalled the code files of the game body from scratch in his mind.
Liu Siting once studied virtual games in her dreams, so the whole version of the code reappeared in her dreams. Ke Meng also combined the knowledge he learned in his dreams and wrote it down.
I couldn't remember so much before, but now that my spiritual awareness is heightened, I naturally memorized the game's main file first.
Therefore, the program code in the game box is rapidly appearing at the rate of tens of thousands of lines per second.
His data USB flash drive can only transfer memory images and sounds.
Ke Meng made a picture-text recognition and conversion program in the game box, which automatically transferred the text on the screen to the program software.
Even so, it took Kemen ten days to completely type out the source code of the game itself.
It can be seen that the data of the virtual game itself is incredibly large.
After resting for half a day, taking a shower and changing clothes, and having breakfast, I came to the research institute.
The researchers did not have permission to test. After staying up all night for many days, they woke up and found Picmon arrived two hours earlier and waited for Picmon to appear.
"Hello, Master Ke!"
As soon as Kemen came in, the strange alien looked at Kemen expectantly with his head held high.
Kemen walked to the virtual gaming chair and picked up the black helmet.
The outside of the helmet is round and black. It has not yet been aesthetically designed. It has a laboratory style, simple and crude. There are a large number of thick wires connected to the outside. The wires are connected to the brainwave real-time monitoring machine and the game case.
There is a fine brain probe inside the helmet. The probe is very small, extremely hard, and very deep. The sharp tip is enough to penetrate into the brain skull.
"Master Ke, we need experimental subjects. Well, no one has been captured from the training area recently. Should we invite believers to serve as experimental subjects?" the director asked.
The director of the wasteland has no human rights in his eyes, only the desire for knowledge and power, and human life is completely outside his scope of consideration.
"There is no need for others to be the experimental subjects, I will conduct the experiments myself." Ke Meng shook his head.
His brain can regenerate at a super-speed, and his resistance is so strong that stabbing himself to death is harder than reaching the sky.
"Ah, how can this be done?" Many people were surprised.
"This is an order. You don't need to find experimental subjects. Just monitor the changes in my brainwave data. I will check it when I wake up."
Kemen sat in a chair, picked up the virtual game helmet and put it on his head. He controlled the resistance force in his heart so that it would not resist the invasion of the helmet's silver needle, and then put it on his head suddenly.
The resistance force received the order and allowed the silver thin needle to penetrate into the scalp, pass through the flesh and blood of the scalp, penetrate into the nerves, and touch the skull.
The material of the silver needle is a special material. When Ke Meng increased the force of the insertion, the silver needle easily penetrated Ke Meng's skull and penetrated into the cerebral cortex.
The resistance force watched the whole process without making any response.
The director of Wasteland was stunned and his body was trembling.
The alien research members also showed timidity. They had never seen such a crazy researcher who dared to use their own bodies to study the brain.
Ke Menghun didn't care and could still open his eyes to see everyone's expressions.
The calm look on his face seemed to say, this little pain in the wind and rain is nothing.
"Awesome!" Someone suddenly said.
The brain is the center of thinking. If the brain makes a mistake, the person will be dead.
Some freaks can still think with their souls even if their bodies are gone.
But a freak like that would have to follow a crooked path.
None of you here think with your soul instead of your body.
The alien people couldn't help but wonder if Kemeng was the kind of person who thought with his soul, and his body was just a temporary carrier.
Kemeng had no time to pay attention to them at this time, and Tangyuan had been released early to protect him. When Kemeng closed his eyes, Tangyuan's vigilance increased to the extreme, monitoring all researchers.
The researcher withdrew his gaze and observed the brainwave changes on the data panel with passionate eyes.
Let’s talk about Kemon.
After inserting the silver needle into the brain, a slight current flows into the brain skin through special modulation, simulating nerve signals, allowing Kemeng's brain to simulate a virtual environment based on the signals, and the brain also falls into a state of mental overclocking.
Did he directly become Cthulhu, become a player, or travel through the game?
The answer came quickly.
Kemen saw the white interface, and the transparent frame of orange star text floated in front of his eyes.
"Welcome to the virtual game 'world'!"
"Please create a character name, choose a gender, and make a face..."
Kemeng's voice echoed in his mind, and he knew that it was the voice of the game itself calling him, not another self speaking in his mind.
"Entering the game is not just a dream. I can really create a game character." Kemeng looked at the character naming interface in a daze.
Beneath his calm exterior, he was in a turmoil inside.
