Chapter 337 South Park (XI)

()    "Hmm..." Feng Bujue responded calmly, and then asked: "I want to ask... With the improvement of intelligence, are you higher-level derivatives likely to learn the skill of 'joking'?"

"It's possible." R2 replied calmly, "But I haven't mastered it yet."

"Oh..." Feng Bujue pondered, "Okay."

The next second, he shouted: "Ah——"

After shouting this, he shouted several more times in a row: "Ah! Ah——"

"What are you doing?" R2 asked in confusion.

"Expressing my panic." Feng Bujue took only a moment to restore his normal expression.

"But your fright value is zero..." R2 replied.

"So my shouting is as unnatural as a woman's disguise." Feng Bujue said.

"Uh..." Because the information contained in this sentence is too much, R2 cannot respond.

Feng Bujue waited for five seconds and said, "Well... it seems that you really can't joke." It turned out that his shameless behavior this time was another test... =

R2 said in his usual straightforward tone: "I have experienced very few dramas from level 4 to level 2, so my character is relatively incomplete. According to my program, "joke" should be regarded as a language pattern used by humans to get close to or humiliate each other when negotiating with each other, and it needs to be effective in a specific context and cognitive environment."

"Okay... don't talk to me about that." Feng Bujue said: "Since you are not joking..." At this point, he tried the option to force quit the drama in the game menu, but there was really no response...

"Am I trapped in this virtual world and can't get out?" Feng Bujue looked up and asked.

"Of course not." R2 replied: "After all, what is trapped here is just a set of data projected by your brain." He explained: "Your body and consciousness are still in the game cabin and will not be harmed." He stretched out four fingers: "You have at least four ways to get out."

When Feng Bujue heard the three words "game cabin" from him. It can be concluded that this group of derivatives can now fully understand what kind of existence they are. They have a very specific understanding of the players and the world that is one dimension higher than them.

R2 continued: "First, it is to use the emergency disconnection function caused by the overload of the scare value to leave."

Feng Bujue immediately interrupted and said: "I can't do this."

R2 continued: "Second, it is a physical method. It's very simple. As long as the game cabin is opened from the outside, you can also leave."

Feng Bujue didn't say anything this time. This setting will disconnect the game cabin when it is opened. It is common to all neural connection games, and there is nothing much.

"Third, it is that the online time is too long and the system is forced to disconnect." R2 put down a finger for each one. "Fourth... is that you disconnect yourself physiologically."

"Disconnect yourself?" Feng Bujue asked.

"For example, you open the game cabin from the inside by yourself." R2 said.

"Nonsense, but I'm in sleep mode now..." Feng Bujue said. Of course, he also knew that in non-sleep mode, players can take off the game helmet at any time, or leave the game cabin, but they will immediately become forced to quit.

"If you are awakened. Or wake up by yourself..." R2 said.

"Awake? What to wake up?" Feng Bujue interrupted: "If someone wants to wake me up, they have to open the game cabin, but if someone opens the game cabin, I will wake up without shaking. And to wake me up through the game cabin, at least it must be the kind of movement of beating gongs and drums and setting off firecrackers..." He spread his hands: "And what is the so-called 'awakening by yourself'? Is it based on a strong urge to defecate or hunger?"

"Yes." R2 nodded.

"Ah..." Feng Bujue sighed, AI is AI, they will tell you the answer. But he didn't know how to combine the actual situation, "Let's put it this way. I have never had the habit of getting up at night, and there is no possibility of external intervention to help me." He asked: "Does this mean that I can only leave after the connection time is too long and I am kicked offline by the system?"

R2 hesitated for a moment and replied: "Of course, you can also leave the sandbox by being killed."

"Tsk~ You are not early." Feng Bujue said: "Then why are you talking so much, you don't have to be punished for being killed." He said in a relaxed tone: "Wait for me for a few hours, I will play a few summoning skills during the cooldown, and then you..."

"But... that will damage your character data." The second half of R2's sentence came out at this time.

"God! Shit!" Feng Bujue yelled, "What's damaged?"

"I just said that what is trapped here is just a set of data projected by your brain." R2 looked at Feng Bujue and said, "In a normal drama, the system will transmit your character data in, give you tasks, and send you out after completing them.

But this is a sandbox, not a place prepared for you players. If your character is killed, then its data is indeed "dead", and the system will not recycle or transmit it. Your data fragments will be cleared along with the entire sandbox."

"This is equivalent to being killed to level zero, right!" Feng Bujue finally couldn't help but swear.

"You can understand it this way." R2 replied, "In addition...from when the mirror shield is broken, the sandbox can generally exist for less than ten hours. Within these ten hours, if I cannot bring When you leave here... I, you, and everything in this sandbox will be cleared by the system."

"Yeah... This is the death penalty in the first trial, and after the appeal, the sentence is changed to ten hours of suspended death, right..." Feng Bujue still managed to complain in this desperate situation, "Then... where are these ten hours? Come on? Since your shield has been broken, it means that the system has recognized that this is a clone drama from that moment on, and it should be deleted immediately, right?"

"The reason is very complicated..." R2 said: "The sandbox is an exclusive technology of the source organization, and I don't understand its core principles. Based on the information I have, it is quite time-consuming to explain..." He suddenly asked: "How's your computer knowledge?"

"I am a scholar." Feng Bujue responded.

"Uh..." R2 didn't understand what this answer meant.

"I understand a little bit." Feng Bujue sighed and continued: "But not very well, to be sure... quite frustrating."

"Oh, let me give you a simple example to explain." R2 responded. "For example, when you are using a computer, you find that there are two files with the same name in a certain folder."

"That's impossible." Feng Bujue said.

"That's the power of the sandbox..." R2 said: "Before the mirror shield is broken, from the system's perspective, the sandbox and the normal drama are like two files with the same name, and both files are Programs with the suffix EXE." He paused and said, "The system can only identify which one is real and which one is a clone after they have been run for a period of time."

"So can I still receive the mission from the beginning..." Feng Bujue muttered.

"Yes. If you die or retreat before the mirror shield is broken, you will be able to escape safely." R2 said.

"Ha...haha..." Feng Bujue laughed a few times, muttering to himself: Is there any point in hindsight?

"After the program reaches a certain stage, the system distinguishes the authenticity. At this time, it starts to delete the job." R2 continued what he said before: "Like most virus programs, sandboxing is not that easy. It can be deleted.”

"Ah... I know this. Some Trojans will copy themselves, even regenerate them with another drive letter after formatting the hard disk, and bundle them with system software." Feng Bujue obviously has a lot of poisoning experience. .

"Yes, but the system of Thriller Park is more powerful than any anti-virus software in the world. There is no problem that cannot be solved." R2 said.

"I...brother, isn't the existence of you and other derivatives a long-term unresolved problem..." Feng Bujue couldn't help but say this.

"Ha..." R2 showed a sad expression and said with a wry smile: "Then do you think... who created these 'problems' of ours?" Another light flashed in his eyes: "You guys Humans have also created many laws, such as the decimal system, which is one of the foundations for your study of various natural subjects. But when you delve into the rules you created, you find that one plus one cannot equal two. Prove. So...don't you want to 'solve' this problem?"

Feng Bujue was rendered speechless by the other party's question. He held it in for a long time before he finally said: "I'll emphasize it again... I'm average in science..."

"This has nothing to do with science." R2 smiled and said: "This should be regarded as the philosophical category of our derivatives. Of course you won't understand." He paused for a second: "Let's get back to the topic... As I said, the system is fully capable. 'Completely delete' the sandbox and all data in it. But in order to follow the principles of precision and harmony, the system will take a long time to confirm that this work will not cause any sequelae."

"I understand when you use your metaphor. Those bad anti-virus software often give false positives and even delete some system software. But our system is a highly intelligent and very responsible anti-virus software." Feng Bu can Jue Dao.

"That's pretty much what it means." R2 replied.

After the two of them chatted, they had already arrived at the main entrance of the shopping mall from the fourth floor. The door here is closed and the metal roller shutters have been lowered. Of course, if we want to stop these two, we will have to fight against a wall of iron and steel.

R2 turned his head and said: "You stand back, I will destroy this door."

"I..." Feng Bujue asked as he backed away: "Since I can't leave the show through normal means now, where are you going to take me?"

R2 only replied with two words: "Back door." Before he finished speaking, he raised his foot and kicked him horizontally.

An arc-shaped blue light suddenly appeared, and the glass and metal in front of him were instantly cut into an N-shaped hole two meters high by the wind kicked out by it.

Then, with a slight push from R2, a complete piece of door glass and the metal roller shutter behind it stacked together and fell onto the asphalt road outside the shopping mall.

This is the first time Feng Bujue has seen a Level 2 derivative emerge at close range. The K3 he dealt with before was only at Level 3, and he was already beaten to a very embarrassing level. If it weren’t for the protagonist’s halo in that drama, plus Feng Bujue would have been doomed long ago with this first-class high-grazing formation.

But the gap between K3 at that time and R2 in front of him was so big that Feng Bujue felt incredible. Brother Jue now has killed those top players, but his eyes can't keep up with R2's movements at all. Using his soul to deduce the result of this attack on himself, it turned out to be a sure death.

"Huh... it's coming really fast." R2 looked at the parking lot outside through the "door" he kicked out and snorted coldly.

Feng Bujue also took a few steps forward and looked out over R2's shoulder.

But he saw that there were three or four giant guinea pig corpses lying in the parking lot outside the main entrance of the shopping mall. And next to those corpses, there were many men, women, young and old with different painting styles from South Park, and there were as many as 20 to 30 people.

At this moment, all of them turned their heads slowly at the same frequency... expressionless faces looked at R2 and Feng Bujue.