Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 582 Opening the Door of the Copper Ring

From the outside, the computing center is a very ordinary building.The main body is just a big boxy box, made of stone slurry and some kind of curing agent, and then supported by an alloy frame.The outer railings have collapsed, as if left over from some earthquake.At one corner of the building, a dark red piece of the fixed pile of the artificial foundation was exposed.

Jing Huang lingered outside the railing for a while.It wasn't his first time here, and he had never encountered guards or guards.Unlike the imposing Ethical House, Room Zero is generally considered unguarded.

In some weather conditions, the appearance of the Computing Center will change.Sometimes there is an extra plant fiber canopy on the flat roof, like a lemon yellow tent.On any kind of rainy day, something strange can grow in the cracks of a sunken foundation.

At this moment, a very thin branch of blue birch grew out of the gap between the dark red pillars.The leaves at the tips are dry and pale, with a pink pattern resembling an eye.

Briar stepped over the railing and stopped by the birch branches.He didn't have a definite answer yet, but a vague vision loomed before his eyes.Unlike the last time he saw the tobacco that gave birth to live rats, or the thorns that kept dripping with purple blood.This birch branch has some closer connection with him.A dark foreshadowing.The invisible thread tightened where he walked.

Something extraordinary is about to happen.He was aware of this, but could not articulate that event.Although in this infinite city, some powers related to his origin can be more easily revealed, but here there is no wave at all.His relationship to those connections has also grown thin in Infinity Matters.No, it was difficult for him to judge whether things were good or bad.However, when it comes to self-proclaimed engineers and liberators of life, things tend to go in a bad direction.This is not an exact calculation, but a general rule of thumb.Because of this, he planned to come alone to find the city.

Before entering the computing center, he threw the overcoat that Tobachan had given him over the railing.Ji Xun's accomplices claim this is to avoid attention (who would?), because after all he and Ji Xun share the same face.The doctor who lives in Room [-] times pi, although lacking a catchy house number, enjoys a lot of reputation for his helpfulness.

Physician is not a profession, but more like a compliment.In the infinite city at the end of the day, there is only one disease that can be healed by people. Whenever people find that they have symptoms of free disease, they go to the square to ask people who are good at relieving it.Experienced helpers can greatly inhibit the deterioration of the disease, and even completely cure it.Of course, in the long run, everyone will inevitably die of illness.

Jing Huang was no stranger to this disease.He knew it was powerless to any spell.Any deciphering is just an appearance-when the scope of the problem is extended to infinity, those things with inevitability will inevitably be exposed.

He stepped over the rusty and old door, and walked deep into the computing center along the severely molted passage.His steps were not fast, but the walls on both sides of the passage seemed to retreat rapidly in silence.A desolate and eerie silence hung over House Zero.This lifeless machine has been running endlessly across the ages.

As with each of his visits, the interior of the computing center is always changing, although the style of the outside is more or less the same.He noticed the pattern on the mixed metal floor, a dense honeycomb-like structure of countless hexagons, and as the sole of his boot brushed across its surface, all of the hexagons reflected a fan-leaf withered eye. .In an instant, he felt tens of thousands of eyes staring at him in this passage.

He stopped and waited for a while, but without hearing any sound, he continued to move forward.

As he went deeper, the light blue coating on the wall peeled off like dead skin.The color of the wall itself has changed from dull to bright and rich, single-color, double-color, stripes of dozens of colors, flower lines of thousands of colors, and hundreds of millions of spots of different colors.After Jing Huang took an unsurprising step, the entire passage had completely lost its original appearance.It has countless angles and curved surfaces, but none of them look the same; it has countless non-repeating colors, so that each one only occupies the smallest area.No finite minded being could bear this scene.But at the same time it demands to be understood, to be perceived.As the eye of matter flits across such an infinite tapestry of colors and shapes, what appears to the hapless mind is but a picture of a deepest nightmare, a terrible darkness such as never existed in the world.

Jing Huang looked around.The path is now completely gone.He is surrounded only by color, without any optical clues to tell him the distance or the size of the object.This colorful and terrifying Vientiane cauldron, this chaotic esophagus of the beast of the universe.He reached out to the brokenness, the back of which disappeared under his gaze.The sense of hand is still there.He is still alive.

He took another step forward.Then the colored dots all flew up.They no longer obey any spatial laws and appear randomly in any place.in front of him.behind.A thousand steps away.in vivo.Neither space nor distance exists.There is only a mustard dance at the end of the universe.This endless silent crash.His consciousness disappeared.Consciousness and madness are superimposed.He died.Do not.He still exists.

In this place of infinite dancing madness, he still felt the presence of invisible threads.When he thinks of it, it gives him shape and presence too, like drawing him out of a painting.The thing that lingers.He struggled to move on.

color.Now color has form again.They are all grand and complete, with independent universes gestating inside.But at the same time they are also superimposed on each other.All events are happening at the same time, all life is at the same time.They were all crowded into his consciousness, too.his perception.perception.who is he?

That thread became loose.

He was still staggering forward, in his perception, a feeling of advancing that was vainly imagined.There is no real progress because space itself is an illusion.A sense of change.Now he is conscious again.It is the universe that expands and contracts on both sides of his body.All explosions, and microwaves caused by rippling colors.Those microwaves make everything sing.Yes.He remembered.The world originated from a sound, and it will also be destroyed by a sound.The microwave that stirs in that process, it's just reverberation and brewing.

go ahead.He was tired and miserable.There is no real physical pain.That's an illusion about weight.In some histories, heavy matter existed.They look no different from the world of light matter, but a stone the size of a fist cannot be lifted.In the final infinite city, the loser of the quiz ceremony will be completely disintegrated by heavy metal plates.Yes, he experienced it firsthand—but who was he?
He goes on.Or think that you are moving forward, towards some brightly lit place in your imagination.But in the infinite time and infinite feelings, he soon lost his imagination about moving forward.He couldn't remember what it felt like.He was trapped in this disordered chaos, staring at everything in vain.After countless universes of countless colors were born and died countless times, he finally heard the ringing of the bell ringing in his ears.it's time.He cannot delay any longer.

The invisible thread began to pull back and tighten.His bones and flesh regained consciousness while being torn.At the end of the chaos, he began to look for the mirror that followed him, and when he thought of it, it immediately outlined his outline, his body, his name.The golden bell echoed endlessly.He must go back.

Let this end.As he thought this way, he felt a wave jumping in his body.Colorless light.heat.fire.The heat made up all his perception.He stood up and said with all his strength, "Broken."

The sound of golden bells echoed in the city, and there were only three hours left until midnight.At the shabby and deserted door of the computing center, Jing Huang was sitting alone.Panting exhaustedly, he cast a cold glance down the hallway.

Do not look directly at.The voice behind the mirror whispered in his mind.

Jing Juan stood up unsteadily, went to the railing and grabbed the discarded coat, covering the red lines and twists on her face.Close your eyes and ignore it.He then threw the coat on the ground and burned it clean with a fire.Beside the bare dark red pilings, the birch branches that caught his special attention swayed quietly.He sat down close to the railing, looked at it wearily, and finally fell asleep slowly to the sound of the golden bell.

　There is something I want to report to everyone: I plan to change my monthly pass strategy at the beginning of a new month, and pursue the ranking at the beginning of the month instead of the end of the month, because I saw many friends trying to vote for me on the night of NO.30.

　　At the end of the month, I was just thirteen votes away from the previous ranking.It’s okay to have free tickets, but monthly tickets that come from tipping are very expensive, and it seems like a lot of hard work.At the beginning of the month, the same ten votes represent an improvement of [-] or [-] places, so it is obviously more efficient to vote at the beginning of the month, and everyone does not need to spend extra money to reward in exchange for monthly tickets.

　　So, I hope you can vote for me at the beginning of the month for free.At the end of the month, anything is fine.Because it's coming up next month.

　　thank you all!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)