MTL - Back To the Past To Fall In Love-Chapter 126

[Dear host, you need to enter a state of rest. If you continue to perform activities, you will be forced to sleep. 】

Because of the words sent by "Error Code", Xu Ziran was stunned and woken up by the system, so he quickly closed the panel and closed his eyes.

However, although he closed his eyes, he still couldn't restrain the complicated thoughts in his brain.

That sentence—the word sent by that line, I don’t know if it was an illusion, but it seemed to carry a deep sigh.

Xu Ziran now recalls Qiu Yurou, who was possessed before, and still doesn't feel that the other party has any love for him, but when he saw this sentence, he didn't know why he felt the other party's deep sincerity.

So she couldn't help it, Qiu Yurou from the previous life began to flash in her mind, all of them were fragments of memories, like the constantly flashing slideshows like the lamps placed on the river during the Lantern Festival. It is an unexpectedly profound memory.

"Is it too tired to call you over as soon as you get off the plane?"

The street at night is like a different dimension in the movie. Except for the shadows of trees shrouded in the night, it is the asphalt road that extends into the depths of the night.

Xu Ziran drove the car quickly on the streets of foreign countries, wantonly venting the pressure in his heart.

And beside her was Qiu Yurou, who was as expressionless as ever.

"I fell asleep on the plane." Qiu Yurou said.

"Yes, you always sleep on the plane." Xu Ziran gradually slowed down and parked the car aside, "Did you know that Tian Jiaqi is finally married."

Qiu Yurou frowned: "Do you care about this?"

Xu Ziran smashed the steering wheel: "Of course I don't care, I just remembered something again, so I remembered again that she lied to me like that."

"If you think you won't be deceived, you're too narcissistic."

"I may be narcissistic, but since I can remember, she has only been deceived by her, or the person I trust so much. How long do you think I can remember this?"

Xu Ziran looked at Qiu Yurou.

The other party was so pale that his face was clearly divided into light and dark under the dim light, like a beautiful plaster statue in a museum, only the eyes still had some brilliance, and when he raised his eyes, the black and white eyeballs brought the breath of living things.

"Have you been deceived by only one person?" she said, "I can't say for sure."

The thinking began to be heavy, as if being pulled out of a thick swamp by a pair of hands, so the memory was knocked into pieces, and gradually turned into a blurred color block, until a certain thunder sounded in my mind.

- Something is wrong.

Xu Ziran woke up abruptly during the forced sleep process. This kind of thing happened very rarely except when he was thinking about Qiu Yurou when he was just in love.

But this time she forced herself to wake up again, because she suddenly thought that the "error code" of Qiu Yurou just now seemed to contact her at the same time.

When Qiu Yurou was on the phone with her now, she didn't reveal any information that she was possessed again. In that case, it was impossible for her not to find out, so how did the "error code" contact her?

In what way? what form? Or - possessed another person?

Xu Ziran wanted to open the panel and immediately asked the "error code" questions. However, since the system asked her to sleep, how could it give her a chance to open the Internet, so Xu Ziran had to turn on the light again, took out her laptop from her bag and logged in. , then go to her conversation with "Error Code".

However, she flipped through the private message list several times, but couldn't find the dialogue.

She also searched the Internet for the nickname "Error Code", but the result was "the user does not exist".

Xu Ziran looked at the computer screen in deep thought.

Did the other party have deleted the account, or—"she" can only be displayed under the medium of the system?

Thinking of this, Xu Ziran's scalp felt numb, and she was even less sleepy.

She suddenly remembered that she had posted a description of her status on the forum a long time ago, so she quickly logged in to a familiar address, searched for a long time, and finally found the post.

Once again, she looked at everyone's conjectures from the first floor to the first floor. She glanced past the complaints and replies, and quickly found the floor that made the most serious guesses back then.

: If you carefully analyze the possibility given by the landlord, I think this is a fairly mature AI. Does anyone think so?

Xu Ziran clenched his fists.

artificial...intelligent...

So, could the so-called future "Qiu Yurou" appearing in front of her now also be a program embedded in the system?

Xu Ziran brainstormed for a long time, and finally sighed and hugged his head.

It's no wonder that the more she thinks about it, the more **** she is, it's too **** in the current situation.

In the middle of the night, she searched for contacts, and didn't know who she could discuss this with. Finally, she simply logged into Weibo, paused her fingers on the keyboard for a long time, and wrote a message like this—

:artificial intelligence?

After sending it, she slumped in her seat, not knowing what the point of sending this was.

Is it possible that it is to get a response from the other party?

Xu Ziran gave a wry smile, turned off the computer, climbed into bed and went to sleep.

It's just that I closed my eyes and still thought about it in a mess, half-dreaming and half-awake, so I saw the time entering the morning, and I didn't know if I had fallen asleep.

Until he opened his eyes again and again, he found himself in the punishment space.

Xu Ziran looked up and saw NPC Qiu Yurou standing not far away, watching her quietly.

At this moment, Xu Ziran suddenly had an idea that she had defined as absurd long ago—could this NPC really be Qiu Yurou?

When Xu Ziran watched her start to be in a daze, the other party stepped forward and said expressionlessly as always: "The effective sleep time is thirty-seven minutes, and the compulsory sleep will be carried out for three hours."

Xu Ziran looked into it.

In this way, the other party's emotionless appearance is not like the future Qiu Yurou in memory, but it is quite similar to the "Qiu Yurou" who appeared through possession at this moment.

Anyway, not like a real "human".

Because Xu Ziran didn't move, NPC Qiu Yurou stepped forward to pull her. Xu Ziran didn't know what inspired him. He stepped forward and grabbed the opponent's arm, then put the other hand on the opponent's shoulder, and stood on tiptoe beside the opponent's ear. Said, "Who are you?"

The other party didn't say anything, just tilted his head slightly and frowned.

Xu Ziran had already revealed a surprised look.

She had deliberately snorted in her ear just now, and Qiu Yurou's ears were a little sensitive, so no matter how patient she was, she would have some reaction - just like the "instructor" that Xu Ziran had always regarded as an NPC just now.

But this reaction seems to be too slight to be evidence, because it is possible that it is simply tired of talking in one's ear.

However, if you are really an NPC without emotion, will you really feel bored?

In the few seconds that Xu Ziran was thinking about, she had been directly pulled by her wrist and placed on the bed that appeared out of thin air.

This time, Xu Ziran was not as obedient as before, struggling to sit up from the bed. After resisting both sides in this way, the bed disappeared out of thin air, and Xu Ziran sat kneeling in the initial space.

And there was nothing around.

There is no sofa, no bed, no "Qiu Yurou", no system panel.

In the darkness, the only luck is that she still has color.

Xu Ziran inevitably panicked, she barely kept her calm, thinking in her heart: Maybe this is the ultimate punishment - the little black room, very scientific.

So she sat down and wanted to wait quietly for the time to pass.

However, the more she wanted to calm down, the more anxious she became. She couldn't help but wonder if she would be locked here forever and never be able to go out.

The imaginary negative results impacted my heart, so I became more and more restless, until it seemed to be on the verge of collapse...

Just when Xu Ziran's panic was about to reach its peak, something else finally appeared in the space.

-A bed.

Xu Ziran looked at the bed for a long time, then smiled bitterly and climbed up.

Well, the test didn't test anything, and I almost crashed myself. She thought so before falling into a deep sleep.

The panic brought about by the little dark room continued even when she woke up, which made her feel a sense of happiness she had never felt before when she saw the morning sun—perhaps this happiness was better than when she was reborn Even stronger.

Picking up the phone, he sent a text message to Qiu Yurou, and stated that he would go through this later, and then got up to wash his face and brush his teeth.

While washing, she used the system panel to access the Internet, and saw the news that she posted last night. When she saw it, she felt a little baffled and ashamed, and deeply felt that she was not calm enough last night. I want to delete it, and I see that there are many more comments below, so I will take a look first.

Most of them are guessing why she posted this. Some people also described the development of artificial intelligence and the current situation. Xu Ziran read some popular science with great interest. After reading it carefully, it was confirmed that there was indeed no "more reliable" reply. After that, it was deleted.

As a result, she logged in to her mailbox, and saw a bunch of friends and colleagues asking her if she had any interest in artificial intelligence and whether she should start paying attention to information in this area.

Xu Ziran didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

After working for a long time, I still don't know what I want to know, but my life has been thrown into a storm.

Xu Ziran came out of the bathroom and picked up the phone again, seeing Qiu Yurou's reply—

: Do you want to come over? Let's go to **** funeral home in the afternoon, see you there.

Xu Ziran replied "ok" and started to get dressed.

On the other side of the phone, Qiu Yurou frowned, wrote, deleted, deleted on the interface for editing text messages, and finally wrote a complete sentence, but still didn't send it.

She looked up at the person in the passenger seat and thought: Although it's strange, it doesn't seem worth mentioning.

The person in the passenger seat had long, slightly curly hair scattered, sitting upright on the seat, looking out the window.

It is neither familiar nor unfamiliar.

- Yao Jinling.

Rong has a long face and a hump nose. Because his eyes are large and drooping at the corners, and his eyelashes are thick, when he saw it before, he always felt lazy and casual.

But today is different.

Today, the other party still looks like this, still wearing loose ethnic clothes, but it is strangely cold and serious.

When the other person doesn't speak normally, you'd think the other person is thinking, but today when he doesn't speak, it seems—albeit a little weird to say—like a robot on standby.

Didn't wake up. Qiu Yurou couldn't help but think, it's so strange, he's obviously seen someone, but why doesn't he seem to know him?