Chapter 515 (1/2)

The professor stood up, held his pipe in his hand and paced back and forth in the small laboratory.

”If an organization wants to maintain a high degree of cohesion, it must have faith and ideas, and let every member have a sense of mission. For most successful organizations in history, those organizations formed by relying on the temptation of interests and the high pressure of power will soon disappear. But you are different -”

The professor turned to stand still and looked at Huang Liang, ”as far as I know, although you are centralized, your rule is not cruel; you have a lot of wealth, but you don't use money to drive your members to do things; your members are voluntary and have unimaginable dedication. Just like you, you can commit crimes, go to jail and sacrifice everything, including life, in order to organize.

From this, you must have lofty beliefs, dreams in your hearts and missions on your shoulders, so you can be desperate and forge ahead. But the problem is, you seem to have nothing! Nothing! You don't know who you are and why you listen to them. Even you don't know who you're listening to, but you've been doing it all the time. Have you ever wondered why? ”

Although the cold of Canadian winter will not invade the underground laboratory, Huangliang feels cold all over, and the heating in the laboratory seems to be a little big. A layer of fine sweat seeps from his back and sticks to his underwear, making him uncomfortable all over.

Mei Tuo almost asked all the questions he had wanted to ask over the past year, and from the perspective and height of a professor, he analyzed them more thoroughly than he had thought in the past.

”I thought about it, but I can't think of why,” he said.

Metso said, ”well, let me ask you, is there a feeling that someone is manipulating your consciousness? Just like the wrist and foot of an octopus, there is a tentacle extending from an unknown place to your brain to exert influence on your consciousness?”

Huang Liang was stunned.

He stood still, almost unable to move. He knew that as long as he moved at the moment, he would tremble. This was a state he never wanted to appear in front of people.

So he held back and said like a ninja, ”please make it clear.”

The professor said: ”In fact, I'm just a little guessing. There's nothing to express. It's up to you to find the answer. That's why I want to find you, because your answer is probably the answer I want to know and the answer related to the fate of mankind. If there is a super octopus that controls arms and feet like you to invade a small world like mankind, he said What is your purpose? ”

Huang Liang slowly calmed down and knew that he could not get the answer today. He bowed gratefully to the professor and said, ”thank you, Professor Mei. Your words made me enlightened and eliminated many of my troubles. If I find the answer, I will tell you.”

Mei Tui smiled and said, ”OK, OK, that day will come.” he said, ”don't take it too seriously. You should keep your caution all the time. Although the octopus's brain may not know what the wrists and feet are thinking, it's good to be careful.”

”I know.” Huang Liang nodded solemnly, closed his eyes, calmed his mood, sorted out his thoughts and asked, ”Professor, you just said to reassess the strength of 'all parties'. Who else do you mean besides us?”

”The situation may be more complicated than you think,” said Mei Tui. ”I'll try to be simple. This Mrs. situ,” he pointed to situ Yuli with his pipe, ”She once worked in lab 19 under LBNL, which is a very mysterious lab. we still don't know who founded it and how many experiments beyond human imagination have been carried out. One of the projects is the human chip. Yes, the one you touched from Charlie's neck.”

Then, Mei tried to tell Huang Liang about the independent consciousness of lab 19 and the Internet without concealment.

Huang Liang was stunned and said, ”the world is much more complicated than I know!” he thought of ghost on his mobile phone. Now he can confirm some previous guesses, but the facts are more bizarre than he imagined.

”Does the organization know the existence of Internet consciousness?” he suddenly thought of this question.

”The high-level probability of your organization should be known,” Mei said, ”In the past, I even speculated that Internet consciousness would be the source of parasitic consciousness, or it would be one of your parasitic goals? But later I denied this idea. There are various signs that the Internet is swinging, or it has its own purpose. But one thing is certain that he knows more than we do, all the information transmitted through the network, Will become his memory. ”