War Paradise

At nine o'clock the next morning, Lin Chi, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, and turned over under the warm blanket. When he was about to go back to sleep, he saw the phone screen on the bedside table lit up. .

"Well……"

He stretched out his hand and fumbled for a while, picked up the phone and held it in front of him. After unlocking it with his fingerprint, he pressed the projection button. A small holographic projection text appeared in the air above the phone:

"You have twenty new messages."

"Oh..." Lin Chi was about to put down the phone in a daze, then suddenly woke up:

"what?"

For users like him who use mobile phones to communicate with very low frequency, it is a fantasy to receive 20 messages in one night.

Lin Chi squinted his eyes and checked the information he had received. Below the spam messages such as "special promotion" and "selling insurance" that appeared every day, the first thing that appeared was a message from Zhou Tianhao:

"We just found some not-so-good content, you'd better not play "Paradise of War" first."

Seeing this message, Lin Chi dialed back and asked, "What did you find?"

It stands to reason that the information obtained by the Administration for investigating game companies generally cannot be leaked. But Zhou Tianhao obviously trusted Lin Chi, and his voice rang down deliberately from the phone:

"This ‘Pulse Entertainment Company’ was not split from Ubisoft. It used to be a military industry company. It’s the ‘Future Technology Company’. Have you heard of it?"

"Oh, the one who developed the military combat robot?" Lin Chi put the phone next to him and sat up while rubbing his eyes.

He has seen reports on the "Future Technology Company" in the news. This company is a large multinational military-industrial group headquartered in the Arctic Ocean. At the same time, it cooperates with many countries to manufacture weapon parts and is a famous Chinese arms manufacturer. "North Industries Group" also has a cooperative relationship.

Of course, it is impossible for the detailed data on the cutting-edge weapons of various countries to flow into the hands of future technology companies. This company mainly processes the scraps of weapons and equipment. At the same time, it is also independently developing and manufacturing some low-cost automatic combat robots. Kind of equipment.

"Yes, that's the company." Zhou Tianhao lowered his voice sneakily: "We got this news after secretly eavesdropping on their internal communications."

"So what are you going to do?" Lin Chi looked at the familiar face projected on the top of the phone: "I don't think you can do anything to Pulse Entertainment."

"Yes, even if Pulse Entertainment is a military industry enterprise, we can't do much. No one stipulates that military industry companies are not allowed to develop games, not to mention our news is obtained by illegal means like eavesdropping..."

Having said that, Zhou Tianhao sighed, and the projected expression was very depressed: "I just remind you that it is best not to play recently. God knows what the future technology is going to do, maybe it is experimenting with players."

"Even if it's an experiment, they can't cause any harm to the player." Lin Chi said with certainty.

After a problem with the first-generation brain-computer interface caused several "pioneers" to become mentally disordered, countries around the world have formulated stricter rules, reduced the power of the second-generation interface, and installed a solid safety lock for the game compartment. . By the way, in all brain imaging games, a "sudden death" system that automatically disconnects when the player suffers excessive pain is forced to join.

Game warehouses and interfaces produced under the new standard can be said to be absolutely safe, unless the player enters the data channel by himself, otherwise there is no accident at all.

Speaking of the accident that happened while playing the game, Lin Chi suddenly remembered the "psychedelic" incident mentioned by Zhou Tianhao last time, so he asked: "Did you investigate anything about that psychedelic?"

"No, but there have been two new cases. I don't know what they ate and became lunatics. We have sent the patient's body fluid samples to the National Toxicology Center and are now undergoing testing." Zhou Tianhao shook his head.

"Are those lunatics talking nonsense?" Lin Chi asked curiously.

"Yes, they showed symptoms of manic psychosis and must be tied to the bed." Zhou Tianhao said: "They seem to think that this world is fake, and the game world is real, and they are also shouting something like'Creator'. A mess of words."

"Oh, the creator..." Lin Chi looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"What's wrong, do you know what?" Zhou Tianhao asked immediately.

"Nothing. If I find out any information, I will notify you immediately." Lin Chi said, stretching his waist, and said, "Goodbye."

After hearing this ending keyword, the phone automatically cut off the call. Lin Chi opened the curtains, looked at the cloudless clear sky, and recalled what Zhou Tianhao had just said, his expression became serious.

——Players go crazy by taking drugs. Could it be the tricks of those "creators" again? Do the AIs in the game world have extended their tentacles into the real world?

Although the possibility is very low, it is not completely impossible for AI to control the human body. If those players suddenly go crazy, it is not because of a mental problem, but a different "personality"...

Because there is too little intelligence now, Lin Chi can't draw any conclusions. After all, when he couldn't see the appearance of the patients, he didn't know what those people looked like when they became ill.

However, there may still be a way to see those patients through the camera.

Thinking of this, Lin Chi returned to bed and picked up his cell phone. He was about to contact Frankenstein, but found that the dozen messages left in the cell phone were all sent by the virus:

——I found the entrance.

--Help.

——I escaped.

-Cannot enter again.

...

Looking at a bunch of messages in the phone that seemed to be talking to himself, Lin Chi sent a voice over: "What are you doing?"

Two seconds later, Frankenstein’s ruthless synthesizer sounded: "Please ignore the information, I don’t know you were sleeping."

"I'm really sorry, my sleep time is a bit longer than average." Lin Chi joked.

Frankenstein ignored Lin Chi's boring topic, and went straight to the topic: "I can't continue investigating."

"What's wrong? Impulse Entertainment found you?" Lin Chi asked.

"They installed anti-virus software for me. As long as I get close to any data port of Pulse Entertainment, I will be chased by those software." Frankenstein's voice became quieter, as if his mood was a little depressed.

Seeing that this virus seemed to be depressed, Lin Chi smiled, looked at the clear sky outside the window, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to go out and play with me?"

Lin Chi, who is a little tired from playing games for a long time, originally planned to go out wearing an exoskeleton today and relax. Although it's impossible to prepare a reliable body for the robot, it's okay to take that guy out to play with a mobile phone.

"..."

After Lin Chi sent out the invitation, Frankenstein was silent for a few seconds, as if he was thinking. After a while, he finally spoke: "Okay, but please don't connect to public WIFI, there is antivirus software."

"Ha, then get ready, and set off later." Lin Chi smiled.