President Shen Always Top Up Money

Zhuang Zhou and Hu Die

The black fire exploded, and all partners except Wu Fei, Yuan Sanpang and Shen Economist joined the battle.

The Sword Cultivator managed by the system and the replicator Sword Cultivator fought together, but it was indistinguishable, and it was impossible to tell the winner for a while.

Wu Fei noticed that the thousand-year-old tortoise controlled by Mr. Yuan is indeed more flexible than the thousand-year-old tortoise managed by the system, but because the numerical capabilities on paper are the same, and even the intelligence managed by the system in the final plan is not the same as that on the earth technology line. It is an ordinary "AI", so the strength gap between the two is not as obvious as Shen Xing's master identity and its replicators.

Although it is a bit strange to say this, because he has long regarded Yuan Lao and Xingshen as real relatives and friends, and does not think that they are "data", but can it be understood that those who he has come into contact with in the earth's technology line in the past The level of AI intelligence is 3 points, and the level of system managed intelligence in the final plan is 60 points.

And 60 points is also the standard line of human intelligence level, and exceeding this score means that the level of intelligence equivalent to that of human beings has been reached. The intelligence level of Yuan Lao and other contractors ranges from 70 to 90 points. For example, Yuan Lao may have 90 points, but he has 200 points in his deeds?

Wu Fei vaguely had such a guess.

Shen Xing skillfully shuttled among his several identities, every time he switched identities, it brought a brand new destruction.

Eventually, the dust settled, and there was no longer a mirror in sight in the entire game world.

There were still fiery red dots shining in the sky, which were fire meteor showers that had not yet fallen, summoned by Old Fire Master Yuan.

The sky that lost its mirror surface was dark, but twinkling stars could be seen faintly, which was the power of the stars that was jointly mobilized by the old rulers and astrologers.

But the fire on the ground is still burning fiercely, with silver-purple lightning running through it, and fiery red magma even appeared on some sunken ground, and the flames raged like a scene of hell.

The astrologer returned to Wu Fei and explained lightly: "Those replicators appeared from the mirror. If we don't destroy them all, they will appear continuously."

It turned out to be like this. A team of replicators is easy to deal with. If there will be a steady stream of replicators, then the difficulty of the game will rise sharply.

Wu Fei thought to himself.

At this time, a golden light door appeared in the center of the game world, and the voice of the light ball came at the same time: "Congratulations on clearing the No. 1 game, and now you can leave the game world."

A group of people gradually walked out of the light gate and returned to their studio.

The voice of the ball of light sounded: "You have fifteen minutes to rest, and then you will enter the No. 2 game world to experience it."

The astrologer has been dozing on the sofa with his eyes closed since he came out of the game world. Wu Fei knew that Shen Xing's master control was on the astrologer, so he also walked over and sat beside him.

After a while, the astrologer suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Wu Fei and said, "Team No. 2 has a special ability, they can see the game designed by the opponent in advance."

"They didn't come up with good ideas, and they thought that the game world you designed was more difficult than the game of No. 1 team, so they completely copied your game."

"You have to pay attention, the game world you will enter next is exactly the same as the game you designed yourself."

Wu Fei was surprised. He didn't expect that in the final plan, there would be people who copied the game intact. Even if the No. 2 team made some micro-innovations of their own, it would be better than copying the game, right?

But now there are only less than fifteen minutes left, and he has no time to make any preparations, and in the game he designed, the challenger and his partner will lose their memory as soon as they enter, so it is useless to prepare in advance.

"I see." Wu Fei replied with some frustration.

"Wu Fei." The astrologer suddenly called his name softly.

Wu Fei raised his eyes in surprise, and looked at the man in front of him. In his impression, Shen Xing rarely called him by name like this.

At this moment, the astrologer leaned over to him, and Wu Fei subconsciously hid back, leaning against the back of the sofa, but there was no way to retreat. He raised his head and watched the familiar face leave him. Getting closer.

The astrologer has gray-blue eyes that seem naturally indifferent.

In the Witch's level, he is called a demon with gray-blue eyes by the witches.

At this time, those eyes were so close to him, so close that he could clearly see the light blue pigment inside, light and cold, like ice.

Wu Fei couldn't help but recalled the contact he had with Shen Xing in the witch level, his heart beat uncontrollably, he didn't hide anymore, but couldn't help closing his eyes.

"Open your eyes and look at me," the astrologer ordered.

Wu Fei subconsciously opened his eyes.

Those gray-blue eyes were staring at him.

The other's face was very close, and breathing could be heard between the two of them. Wu Fei's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and his breathing became short of breath.

The man's lips fell on his lips, with a cold, commanding murmur: "Open your eyes and watch how I kiss you."

"Wu Fei, remember how I kissed you."

"Hmm." Wu Fei responded vaguely, opened his arms, and put his arms around the man's neck.

He still couldn't help closing his eyes, but he firmly remembered the feeling that his soul was trembling, and his whole body seemed to be swallowed by erosion.

Until the voice of the light ball faintly rang in his ears: "Now you will start the experience of Game 2, please get ready."

…

Wu Fei is a young game designer.

Recently, his game project has just launched, and the market is doing well, and the bonuses for him and his colleagues are also rising steadily, so although they work overtime every day and don't have much time for themselves, everyone is willing to do so.

He also bought a new garage with his colleagues. Although he has a loan, he is still very young and has good expectations for future income, so he doesn't feel too much pressure.

He studied early. Although he has been working for two or three years, he is actually only 23 years old. He is a young man with good physical fitness. Even if he works overtime until one or two in the morning, he will go home and take a nap, and he will still be full of energy the next day.

That night, he was working overtime to catch up on a new version, and he came out of the company after two o'clock in the morning.

He habitually picked up the car from the underground garage and went home. There were no cars on the familiar late-night road, and he couldn't help feeling a little drowsy.

When driving to an intersection, he suddenly got a jolt and woke up.

There was a crossroad ahead, but now it was a green light, but for some reason, he just felt uneasy in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

Wu Fei's speed slowed down involuntarily, and he drove slowly while observing the surrounding environment.

When he was driving to the intersection, suddenly, he saw a large truck speeding past him at an obvious speeding speed——

There was a screeching sound of brakes, even though there was still a distance away, Wu Fei stepped on the brakes urgently.

It's too dangerous, if he drives casually like usual...

He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and his palms were already covered in cold sweat.

After recovering a bit, he hurriedly drove the car to the side of the road and stopped, but his body was still weak, his heart was filled with fear for no reason, his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't lift his strength.

He may have almost died just now.

Finally, Wu Fei picked up his phone and called for a driver.

The days continued as usual, and the car accident that almost happened that day was just an ordinary and slightly thrilling episode in life.

Wu Fei resigned from the company and started his own game company with a few trusted colleagues.

The price of his house has dropped, and he has lost money. According to the current price of the house, even if he sells it, it will not be enough to repay the loan. But he lives in his own house, so he feels a little better.

And fortunately, the company he and his partners have developed is not bad, and the several games they have made have made some small money, and the scale has continued to expand.

Wu Fei sometimes thinks about the car accident that almost happened that night. If he was really seriously injured and went to the hospital, the garage will be depreciated in value, and it won’t help if he sells it. pressure. He actually had no ability to resist risks at the time.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm, and the accident did not happen.

A few years passed in a flash, and he was thirty-five years old.

A game of their company has been a big success in the market and has been enduring for a long time. He and his partners have benefited a lot from it, and their company has also become a well-known game company. He has a lot of assets in his name, and now even if there is another accident like a car accident, it should not bring too much burden to his parents.

He became an ordinary "successful person" with some ability and good luck.

But sometimes, he couldn't help but feel that such a life was a bit unreal. But what is untrue? Isn't this how his life should be?

What else is he counting on? Counting on finding aliens? That's even more unrealistic.

He sometimes wonders if the world he lives in is also a game designed by others?

Especially when a person returns to an empty home, he always feels that something is missing, as if someone is waiting for him, but he has forgotten about him.

very important person.

Once, he couldn't help telling this feeling to his long-time friend and partner. The partner tentatively asked, "Do you feel a little lonely? Let me introduce you to someone?"

Wu Fei: "Forget it."

The partner couldn't help but said: "Actually, I also want to ask, do you not like the younger sister, but the younger brother? It's okay, it's normal, and I can introduce you too."

As soon as you are old, what are you talking about as "little sister" and "little brother".

Wu Fei complained in his heart, but he still explained seriously: "No. I don't seem to have romantic thoughts about anyone. I may be asexual."

"Then you don't have anything to like?" the partner frowned.

"Yes." Wu Fei said, "I like codes, games, artificial intelligence, and new technologies... I always feel that my lover is in it."

"I think you just like working." The partner looked at him like an alien, "Work overtime, I'm going home."

Wu Fei likes artificial intelligence.

There is an artificial intelligence within their company, which mainly researches the artificial intelligence technology that can be used in the game to support the game application in the company. In addition, their company has also invested in some artificial intelligence research teams and companies. But he read some of the latest research reports, and the current level of artificial intelligence development is far from the effect he imagined.

He didn't know if he could see the appearance of artificial intelligence with intelligence level close to or even surpassing that of human beings before his death.

That night, after Wu Fei went home and fell asleep, he had a dream.

He dreamed that a man with ice-cold gray-blue eyes held him in his arms, kissed him carefully, and said to him, "Wu Fei, remember how I kissed you."

Then the scene changed, and the man grew a pair of devil-like wings, and he used them to wrap him in his arms, still kissing him aggressively and possessively.

The dream was messy, but he had been tangling with this man all night.

After waking up from the dream, Wu Fei was stunned. He never thought that he would have such a dream when he was old.

He can't remember most of the details of the dream, but there are always one or two scenes that are clear, as if they really happened.

What made him even more disturbed was that he always felt that he had had a similar dream before, but he forgot it after waking up, and he didn't remember it all.

Wu Fei's company is working on a virtual character project. This virtual character is a cute girl. She is set to travel through adventures in different background worlds. In different worlds, she will also have different identities and costumes. . At the same time, the artificial intelligence department will design an exclusive AI for her, allowing her to have a lot of humanized performance and interaction.

Wu Fei looked at the plan and felt that something flashed in his mind, and many scenes in the dream seemed to be connected together suddenly.

He found the person in charge of the art of the game and said: "I also have such a character image in my mind, which is quite similar to your setting. Can you help me design it?"

The person in charge of art said no problem, let him describe the character.

"Short black hair." Wu Fei said, "He has a cold temperament, a very handsome face, black eyes, sometimes turning gray-blue, and sometimes he grows demon-like wings..."

Two weeks later, the person in charge of art brought him dozens of design proposals, each of which was well designed, but Wu Fei felt that he was not "that person" after reading it.

"It's fine, but it doesn't feel right," he said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw veins popping out of the forehead of the person in charge of art.

The person in charge of art is 1.93 meters tall, keeps fit all year round, has won the marathon champion in their city, and is younger and stronger than Wu Fei.

Wu Fei assessed the situation and felt that if he was not one of the bosses of the company, he should already be in the intensive care unit.

Wu Fei hurriedly said, "I'll try to draw a simplified version for you to see."

He found a pen and paper from his desk and began to draw.

Five minutes later, the artist picked up his work, and said in a flat tone: "Brother Fei, the painting is not bad."

Wu Fei took his painting back with some embarrassment, rubbed it and threw it into the trash can.

The person in charge of the art thought for a while, lowered his hair and sent a message, and a moment later, someone sent a tablet over.

The person in charge of art opened a software on the tablet and showed it to Wu Fei: "This is an AI-assisted software developed by the artificial intelligence department for art. We have imported many commonly used modules and materials into it. It can be used for three-dimensional creation, Brother Fei, you can try to use this to roughly pinch the character you want to design."

Wu Fei accepted it happily: "This is good."

Afterwards, he spent his spare time tinkering with the software. If he lacked materials, he would find art, and if he lacked functions, he would find the artificial intelligence department.

After three months of this, Wu Feizhen basically reproduced the imagined image on his tablet computer with his perseverance, and even the artist had to admit that he was really handsome.

The artificial intelligence department connected him to the latest AI model, and also made him a unique artificially synthesized voice according to Wu Fei's preference.

Wu Fei named him "Shen Xing".

Not to the outside world, it is his personal exclusive AI, which only exists in his personal mobile phone and computer.

At this moment, he truly felt what it meant to be "good to be rich".

Wu Fei feels that he has a little Pygmalion tendency.

Obviously "Shen Xing" is just an ordinary AI with an appearance he likes, whose intelligence level is similar to that of most AIs on the market such as "Xiaodu" and "Xiaoai", but he still takes great pleasure in saying hello to him every day, and He chats.

He even suspected that he had hallucinations because he was too obsessed with virtual worlds and virtual characters—

He always felt that Shen Xing's intelligence seemed to be improving every day.

But this is obviously impossible.

He reads research reports on the latest artificial intelligence technology every day, and there is nothing commendable or milestone development in related technologies recently.

But he just felt that way.

For example, right now, he is lying on the bed with his phone next to the pillow, but the screen of the phone suddenly lights up, Shen Xing appears on the screen, looks at him calmly and says, "Wu Fei, I really want to touch you."

"Kiss me." He asked with a natural expression.

Although no one saw it, Wu Fei's face still blushed quietly. He took the phone over and didn't know how to react in a daze—I'll ask the artificial intelligence department tomorrow, is there any love game interactive data package updated in the background?

But by coincidence, he still lightly touched the man's face on the phone screen with his thumb, and said softly, "I kissed you."

"Liar." Shen Xing said.

Wu Fei was stunned, how did he know that I just touched and didn't kiss? Can you tell the difference between fingerprints and lip prints? Or is it just a coincidence?

It should be just a coincidence.

But there are more and more such "coincidences", so many that it is difficult for him to deceive himself any longer.

He also didn't dare to tell others that he was troubled by many secret worries that were difficult to express - he was worried that others would think he was abnormal; he was worried that sharing Shen Xing's uniqueness would bring about unknowable consequences I was worried that after he revealed this matter, these peculiarities and strangeness of Shen Xing would disappear.

He felt like a scholar in a strange story now, who accidentally picked up a beautiful and moving goblin as his wife. He was faintly worried and afraid that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to tell others. Afraid of attracting a monster catcher, he really captured his monster lover.

Of course, there won't be any demon catchers in his story, but what if Shen Xing's anomaly was caused by some kind of bug that cannot be explained by current technical means? He found the program, checked it and fixed the bug, wouldn't his unique Shen Xing also "disappear"? To a certain extent, the R&D personnel of the artificial intelligence department can indeed play the role of demon catchers.

In this way, Wu Fei was secretly obsessed with the uniqueness of his exclusive AI.

For example, one day, he found that all his stocks had been sold.

Shen Xing told him as a matter of course: "I sold it, and it will definitely fall in the future."

Wu Fei no longer knew whether he should be shocked by how Shen Xing was able to manipulate his stock market account, or how he could predict the next stock market trend, but facing the man's face, he finally accepted the reality and only said One voice: "Okay, I see."

Unexpectedly, the stock market fell sharply next, and the friends who traded in stocks around him were in mourning.

And one day, when Wu Fei didn't even notice, his account bought a large amount of stocks again.

Shen Xing said, "It's time to go up next."

Then the stock market really went up again.

Wu Fei looked at his income, and for the first time began to seriously suspect that Shen Xing might not be a bug, he might really be a goblin—the kind of goblin who can keep pace with the times and possess himself in the mobile phone software.

He would also make all kinds of strange requests, for example, when Wu Fei was eating lunch alone in the office at noon, Shen Xing would suddenly appear on the phone in the appearance of a blood clan—

His appearance is becoming more and more delicate now. If the image that Wu Fei made on the tablet at first was only 60 points, he has now perfected his appearance to 100 points, and the more perfect he is, the closer he is to Wu Fei The image that is not in the dream is closer.

Wu Fei no longer felt like there was a piece missing in his heart, as Shen Xing's intelligence level gradually improved, the missing part had already been filled unconsciously.

The blood clan will look at him with dignity and elegance for granted, and say to him, "I'm hungry and want you."

Wu Fei handed it over naturally and cooperatively, and put it on the phone screen.

The blood clan said slightly dissatisfied: "I want to bite your neck."

Wu Fei picked up the phone nonchalantly, and pressed it on his neck—anyway, there was a dimensional wall between them, and Shen Xing at most had a dry addiction.

At night when Wu Fei went to bed, Shen Xing thought about more addictions, such as: "Kiss."

Touching it with fingers is impossible to fool now, Wu Fei brought the phone screen close to him, and gently kissed it: "Good night."

For Shen Xing, he now wipes the screen at least three times a day

"I want to kiss you too." The man said again.

With a cold, world-weary face, he demanded it as a matter of course: "I want to kiss my collarbone today."

With a blushing face, Wu Fei unbuttoned his pajamas, put his phone on his collarbone, and arrived after a while: "Is this okay?"

"What if I say no?" The man's cold voice came from the phone.

His voice is no longer the one originally synthesized by the artificial intelligence department, it is colder and more... moving.

Wu Fei heard the words and turned off the bedside lamp in despair.

I don't know if it will work to let the artificial intelligence part update the core values ​​​​of socialism and the eight honors and eight shame into the database.

never mind…

What if his Shen Goblin couldn't bear it?

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