Chapter 344 "It" and "Angel"
"The essence of 'It' is a kind of 'sculpture', but it does not belong to any recorded sculpture category. Not long after it was created, fanatics lost control of 'it' due to insufficient understanding of the handwriting."
"As time goes by, "It" begins to absorb extraordinary power, constantly iterates and updates itself, and becomes a sculpture. A special extraordinary creature that far surpasses fanatics and any kind of sculpture..."
"You can imagine that a group of mad experimenters have created something that should not exist in the first place. This thing has the characteristics of all known angel sculptures, and may also have some "logic" of its own. The existence of this thing cannot be said to be "out of control", because it is not under "control" when it appears..."
“The relationship between ‘it’ and this place is like if you released a mythical creature in the Amazon rainforest. Under normal circumstances, it won’t come out if you don’t go in, and they barely get along with each other. But if you enter the rainforest, you may cross it.” Its territory was wiped out by it..."
"Uh..." Lin Yi wiped his sweat and asked weakly, "Old Mo, could this 'rainforest' you are talking about be..."
"Ahem, that's right..." Lao Mo said coquettishly, "This is where we are now - the last section of the road leading to the Art Building."
"But don't be afraid, unless something unexpected happens, we will never encounter it."
Lin Yi saw Old Mo as if he had seen a ghost, and pursed his lips: "Although... is it really okay for you to set the flag at this time?"
Lao Mo pouted: "I'm just comforting you..."
Lin Yi: "...Okay, then what?"
"Then, this road is actually one of the ways for 'angels' to invade the campus." Lao Mo said, "Because the existence of 'it' has restricted the 'angels' to a certain extent..."
"It is protecting the campus?" Lin Yi was surprised.
Lao Mo shook his head: "There is no protection. It's just like the mistress originally had a child, but adopted another child. The two children don't deal with each other, and they dislike each other."
"'Angel'... is an extraordinary life form bred from the root. Among all known ideologies, there is no existence closer to the root than 'angel'."
"And "it" is man-made, and we do not rule out the possibility that when the "apostle" was observing the source and "him", he thought he had observed it, but in fact he just observed a certain high-level "angel", and then recorded it, it is not certain..."
""It" might be a pirated version of "angel"..."
Lin Yi's mouth A little dry: "Then...how strong is the 'Angel'?"
"I don't know." Lao Mo shook his head, "Just like you can't say it is strong just because a mosquito bites you, nor can you think it is not a threat just because a lion didn't attack..."
"Those things seem to have some kind of 'logic'. As long as you avoid that logic, you are relatively safe."
"Only when you face an 'angel' face to face do you realize how terrifying an 'angel' is."
Lin Yi asked: "Is this why there are all kinds of rules on campus?"
Lao Mo said: "Absolutely...some people's rules are to protect them from angels, but experience students will never encounter those complicated situations and only need to follow the most basic ones. Just follow the rules. The following rules are all written according to the depth of your pollution. "
"Generally speaking, the existence of rules is to allow people to protect themselves when extraordinary events occur."
"For those who know it, it is called "extraordinary", but for those who do not know it, it is "weird". Do you understand this?"
Lin Yi nodded: "So... if we take its scales, we won't be attacked by it, but on the contrary, it will attract the attention of angels?"
Lao Mo said: "Don't think too highly of yourself. I said they have their own logic. If you are lucky, you can dance under their noses and still be safe..."
"You mean, if we meet an angel, we will bet on him. There are no bullets in the gun? "
"If you insist on saying that, that's fine."
Lin Yi was silent for a while, and then said: "Old Mo."
"Hmm?"
"You said...what exactly is an "angel"?"
h "I don't know either. If I knew, I might become an angel."
"Uh... what about the 'angel sculptures'? What does they have to do with angels?"
h Because they look like angels. "
"That alien angel..."
"You know a lot. You are an experienced student. Are you a special talent sent by the government?" Lao Mo glanced at Lin Yi.
"Huh? I'm not..." Lin Yi shook his head blankly. He was about to say more, but Lao Mo interrupted, "It doesn't matter if you are. The government has sent a lot of people over the years. Even if you are, I can understand."
"I'm not afraid that you are an official, just that you are not."
Lin Yi was stunned: "Uh... ah?"
Lao Mo ignored Lin Yi's surprise and just got back to the point: "The angel sculpture, like 'it', is also something made by fanatic believers... Because fanatic believers can't control 'it', so they try to make something that can be controlled." The angel sculpture was tinkered with."
"So... the angel sculpture is controlled by the fanatic believers?"
"Uh... not even."
After saying this, Lao Mo and Lin Yi fell into rare silence.
Lao Mo also shrugged speechlessly: "I have never been a fanatic, and I don't know what you are talking about. As for other things, we cannot accurately understand their intentions. After all, their brain circuits...are different from ours." , it is easy to suffer losses. "
"The reason why the fanatic believers on the other side of the matrix can be dealt with is because they still have some humanity. When the extraordinary power and the fanatical worship of "Him" completely swallow up their reason, then they will also become a truly crazy fanatic believer."
Lin Yi subconsciously said: "'A truly crazy fanatic believer', what is that?"
"Well... Strictly speaking, he is still a fanatic believer."
Lin Yi showed a face-hiding smile... Well, the more fanatical the fanatics are, the purer the pollution characteristics emanating from their bodies are, and the more clearly they can be sensed. Those kind of fanatics are very repulsive, and if you meet them, you have to teach them the truth. "
As soon as he heard "truth", Lin Yi subconsciously glanced at the butcher's knife on Lao Mo's waist.
"I guess no one is dissatisfied with Lao Mo's teachings, right?"
"By the way, Lao Mo."
"What's the matter?"
"Since angel sculptures are out of control, why do fanatics continue to create them?"
Lao Mo thought for a moment, and then said: "When a group keeps repeating something that seems meaningless, we should not focus on the appearance of the event in front of us, but think about what the meaning of this thing is."
"Rage." The existence of angels is to check and balance the sports department. "
"The boss mentioned supporting the art building, right? The Raging Angels are used to suppress the strength of the sports department and prevent them from reaching the art building smoothly."
"It doesn't matter whether they are controlled or not. As long as the purpose can be achieved and they will not attack their own fanatics, they can be mass-produced, just like..."
"Like the days when he was paralyzed and discharged pollution into the sea?" Lin Yi secretly swore.
Lao Mo was stunned for a moment: "Little days...? More than 20 years have passed, are there still any remnants?"
"Ah? More than 20 years? Remaining remnants?" Lin Yi was stunned, what's going on?
Lao Mo was puzzled: "When various major events broke out in X999, Xiaoli didn't even survive the first wave before sinking into the island. Now it has become a super dark zone. How can you, a person sent by the official, not know this kind of history?"
Lao Mo has already acquiesced that Lin Yi is an official.
Lin Yi rubbed his head, confused. Why did the history that Lao Mo knew and the "history" he knew seemed to be different? And not only Lao Mo, but also what happened in "1999" that others kept mentioning?
Seeing Lin Yi's confused look, Lao Mo was silent for a while, and then he seemed to understand something, and immediately shook his head: "Forget it, forget about that... let's talk about things on the 'campus'."
"The Raging Angel uses the extraordinary power of "materialization" Because it is food, it is particularly sensitive to athletes and those who cannot control themselves." Lin Yi hesitated and asked: "Rage angels don't have to attack fanatic believers at all?"
"Then we are safe?"
Lao Mo glanced at him and said with unceremonious contempt: "The breath of the matrix is like perfume, and your extraordinary power is like body odor. The body odor is too strong, and it cannot be covered by ordinary perfume."
Lin Yidao: "So only the fanatical believers here will not be attacked by the angry angels, and those who live outside are still Yes?"
Lao Mo nodded: "Just like the smiling angel hiding in your shadow at noon, the angel sculptures have their own preferences for 'food', but in essence, they are not picky eaters."
"When they are vegetarian, they are not not vegetarian at all, so you understand?"
Lin Yi nodded.
Lao Mo added: "Actually...the 'angel sculptures' created by fanatic believers are, strictly speaking, only raging angels."
"Other types of angel sculptures were not created by them."
Lin Yi couldn't help but frowned: "Then where did the others come from?"
"Alien Angel is a snowball-like aggregate of pollution... The bigger the snowball is, the more difficult it is to fight."
"The Laughing Angel is A phenomenon where pollutants penetrate the layers... Their entities are out of sync with the layer you see, so they look like ghosts." Hearing this, Lin Yi couldn't help but think of the scene where the Laughing Angel materialized: "So they can actually materialize to a certain extent?"
Lao Mo nodded: "Just pull them out of that layer, but this requires a deep level of pollution, otherwise it will be counterproductive. Therefore, in most codes, it is not recommended to fight against angel sculptures. It will only make people escape and save themselves first."
"Be able to fight. Yes, there is no need to follow the rules. If you are unable to fight, just follow the rules to save your life. "
"Ouch..." Lin Yi suddenly realized that such information could only be obtained from the seniors on the campus. He could not get it by himself.
"What about 'it'? What should we call it? Doesn't it have a name?"
Old Mo asked: "Which one?"
"It's the one entrenched here...the 'snake' or the 'dragon'."
"It can't be said." Lao Mo shook his head. After thinking about it, he added, "Especially in this area, it can't be said. When the fanatical believers created 'it', they once gave it a name, but then they didn't say anything at all..."
"Theoretically, it should have forgotten its identity anchor, so it was trapped here in another way, becoming one of the barriers to intercept the angels."
"If it retrieves its true name, it is very likely to escape from here through another method of anchoring."
"However, we have another name for it..."
Lin Yi's eyes lit up: "What name?"
Lao Mo said: "I'll tell you after I leave here. Before leaving, if you want to mention something related to 'it', just use 'big snake' as a temporary name." "
……Okay. Lin Yi nodded.
The two of them continued walking forward. The mist surged in the dense forest. The scene in front seemed to be separated from them by many layers of gauze. The ancient trees exuded an eerie atmosphere, which made people feel uncomfortable from time to time.
While walking, Lin Yi couldn't help but have a strange feeling, as if he was being stared at.
However, in his perception, there were no sculptures, nocturnal species, or even pseudo-human beings at all.
Since Lao Mo was here, he looked around doubtfully.
He didn’t notice anything unusual at first, but gradually, he noticed the thread-shaped annual rings formed on the cross-sections of the broken branches on the ancient trees shrouded in mist, like pairs of eyes looking around.
He was sure that his mind was very clear and what he saw was not an illusion, but no matter how carefully he looked, all he saw were weird eyes that couldn't tell whether they were protruding or sunken.
One after another, strange eyeballs are hanging all over the branches. It's okay not to look at them, but the feeling of gaze makes me uncomfortable. As soon as I see them, I start to feel a strong sense of nausea in my bones. I want to rush over and pick them out one by one and step on them.
(End of this chapter)