Walk alone in the abyss

When facing No. 5 forerunner Papaloka, Yang Ming did have the urge to kill this guy several times in succession.

But he restrained himself.

No way, the No. 5 pioneer is like a countdown timer. When his growth reaches the standard line set by the Faya civilization—gaining enough political influence in a powerful political system, "Game of Faya" will officially start .

Holding the No. 5 forerunner in his hands can greatly increase Yang Ming's initiative.

This is also the main reason why Yang Ming chose to look for the No. 5 forerunner openly and aboveboard, and had a dialogue with him under the supervision of the high-level supervision of the Yada Democratic Republic.

Several other secondary reasons are mainly due to consideration of Yang Ming's current situation in the empire.

Yang Ming also needs to take advantage of this incident to officially confirm that he is the tentacles of the Faya people extending to the low-dimensional world.

After the first conversation, basically nothing was gained.

When Yang Ming left the interrogation room, he found the senior officials of the Yada Democratic Republic who were in charge of communicating with him, and asked them to put Papaloka under house arrest in the hotel where the imperial mission stayed, and be careful not to let this guy commit suicide Propensity.

Others, Yang Ming didn't say much.

He bet that the Yada Democratic Republic would not dare to do anything to this No. 5 pioneer.

Even if this political system wants to establish a preliminary connection with the Faya civilization by cultivating No. 5 pioneers, it still needs to consider whether they have the ability to protect No. 5 pioneers.

That night, Yang Ming took a shower and lay on the big hotel bed, tossing and turning unable to fall asleep.

Papaloka was already under Lil's full surveillance.

With the scientific and technological reserves of the Yada Democratic Republic, it is difficult to guard against Lu, a little goddess who can come and go freely in the online world.

"When this guy says they are unworthy, does he mean that the Faya people are unworthy, or that her hometown is unworthy?"

Yang Ming murmured in a low voice.

The surface of the watch he put on the bedside table showed a little bit of fluorescence, and a pocket Xiaolu appeared in a circle, and floated cautiously onto the pillow next to Yang Ming.

She whispered: "According to my analysis of her brain waves at that time, she should be saying that her hometown is not worthy."

"Um?"

Yang Ming wondered, "Does anyone really hate their homeland?"

"It's hard to say."

Lil was sitting on the side of the pillow, pinching his chin and analyzing carefully:

"Boss, look, some wealthy businessmen who left Luofeng at the beginning, especially those who left Luofeng and entered the New Federation when the New Federation tried to strangle Luofeng, they were in a very bad situation in the New Federation and their lives were not good. Now With the help of the Luofeng Alliance, Luofeng has become a regional power, and its economy has exploded year after year. Some pests among these guys have become the ones who insult Luofeng the most.

"The complex emotions of human beings are really elusive."

"What you said is that you want your brother to live well, and you don't want him to live better than me. In the final analysis, it's just vanity and jealousy."

Yang Ming yawned and continued:

"But Papaloka gave me the feeling...she had a very disappointed mood...

"Let me tell you, what direction should we start to make this guy ours?"

"Beauty trick?"

"Pooh!"

Yang Ming almost drowned Lü with his mouthful of foam, he cursed: "Now one Daphne is enough for my headache, how about another one of this guy?"

"Look, look," the lawyer muttered aggrievedly, "You don't even want to mention Captain Catherine's name."

"Don't play tricks on me!"

Yang Ming snorted, and then sighed faintly:

"Catherine has her own ideals and aspirations, if I don't have this mission on my shoulders, it's not impossible for me to make revolution with her.

"The words that Papaloka scolded today actually make sense when you think about it carefully.

"But there is always a gap between the reality and the ideal. We cannot avoid this gap. Find a way to survive, and then find a way to rush forward. This is the way to solve the problem."

Li laughed and said, "Boss, come on! I will always support you! But your debating ability needs to be strengthened. Today, you were inadvertently led by the other party. Let him enter our logic, not ours. Starting from his logic, and then extending and justifying, the easiest way is, he says his, we say ours."

"Okay," Yang Ming said with a smile, "I've gotten used to using fists recently, and my mouth has become stupid."

"Will the boss still see her tomorrow?"

"Leave her alone for two days," Yang Ming said. "The imperial mission will return in a week. If not, I will apply to the empire to stay here for a few more days. I will definitely take this person away. If she can take the initiative It would be great if you cooperated with us and left."

"Boss, do you want me to find a chance to scan her memory?"

"Try not to use this method first, she is also an opponent, give her some respect first."

Yang Ming changed the topic:

"If she would rather die than submit in the end, then use some extreme measures.

"I also want to try, if the mind control is released on the forerunner, will the Faya people directly chop me?"

Law whispered: "This is still too dangerous, boss."

Yang Ming smiled without saying a word, yawned again, turned over and gave Lu a beautiful back of the head.

"Good night, I'll rest first."

"Boss is dreaming!"

Lil yelled sweetly, then curled his lips, twisted his neck and rolled his eyes in one go.

The boss really doesn't care about anything, and the frequency of reading briefings has decreased recently.

Humph, no matter what, just spend all your money, buy hundreds of millions of servers, and directly use the network technology related subsidiaries of the Molly Miss Group to dominate the galaxy network!

Li made a grimace, and disappeared quietly.

Her idea was just a joke.

However, outside of the empire, using capital expansion to build more server networks to improve its overall strength is indeed what Law is doing.

What she wants is not a stable, semi-permanent computing power resource;

What she wants now is computing power resources that can stand up to reason when haircuts are difficult.

It is the fastest and most effective way to surround the unified network of the empire with a group of distributed servers in the galaxy that are synchronized on the same line.

...

For three days in a row, Yang Ming didn't talk to Papaloka.

He is also very busy, busy walking around every day, visiting local high-tech enterprises, playing ball with local celebrities and tyrants, watching dramas, and drinking afternoon tea with those beautiful officials' wives.

He even participated in two local variety shows, performing a performance of using spiritual power to influence the spatial position of matter, and rapidly expanding his fan support club in Yada Democratic Republic.

The Yada Democratic Republic also tried its best to befriend Yang Ming, not only awarded Yang Ming the medal of "Insect Slayer Hero", but also gave Yang Ming a bunch of unofficial honorary titles.

The imperial envoys also received several large orders, and the elders and generals who accompanied Yang Ming earned enough of the camera and the limelight.

This is the right place for me, hello everyone, and forerunner No. 5, it seems that I can't sit still.

On the first day of being hung up, Papaloka was very calm. Under the surveillance of several female agents, he was in a daze except for sleeping.

Her network access terminal was confiscated, and she was restricted from moving around, so she could only move around in this hotel suite.

After being aired for two days, Papaloka seemed a little anxious. He could not sleep with his eyes closed, and had no appetite to eat. He paced back and forth in the room, and then went to the window to open his own electronic cigarette for smoke-free intoxication.

Three days later, Papaloka's mood was even worse.

She was in a daze most of the time, and she was in a daze, and she would make some dangerous moves.

However, the rotating female agents successfully prevented Papaloka's self-mutilation behavior, and bound Papaloka's hands and feet with magnetic shackles at the same time, making it impossible for Papaloka to complete the action of putting his hands together.

In the early morning of the fourth day.

"I want to see the white ghost."

The first time Papaloka spoke, the agents hurried to the next room to report to their superiors.

This news went through an unknown number of levels before it reached Yang Ming's ears.

Yang Ming who was sleeping immediately got dressed, went out and closed the corner, and went to the room where Papaloka lived.

After a symbolic knock on the door, two youthful, beautiful, fair-skinned female agents opened the door. When they bowed their heads to Yang Ming, they deliberately showed their profound career lines.

Thank you so much.

Yang Ming smiled and nodded, passing by the two, his eyes locked on Papaloka in the living room.

The female agent got an order from her boss and went outside to wait for news.

There is a faint fragrance in the room, which is the harmless smell produced by electronic cigarettes.

Papaloka's condition is much better than three days ago, but his eyes are not bright, his bloated body is curled up on the sofa, and there are stains from the drink on the oversized nightdress.

Yang Ming calmly sat on the single sofa opposite, raised his eyebrows at Papaloka, and said with a smile:

"Want to chat?"

"What do you want from me?" Papaloka asked directly.

Yang Ming said: "It's all about completing the mission of the Faya people."

"What's in it for you?" Papaloka asked back, "Will the Faya people give your home planet a green light? No, no, they must follow principles and rules. This is the birth of collective thinking. The basic principles of high-dimensional life."

Yang Ming wondered, "How do you know so much?"

Papaloka was silent.

"It seems that several of us have our own opportunities and opportunities."

Yang Ming recalled the outline of the conversation made before the law.

I tried scolding last time, and since it didn't work, let's try another method.

Sincerity is the greatest nirvana.

Yang Ming said: "You asked me to come, and then you don't want to chat with me, so why should I come here?"

Papaloka said: "How about we make a deal? You kill me twice and free me from this damn mission, or set me free so I can continue to eat and die."

"Huh?" Yang Ming frowned and asked, "Why? Is that why you don't want to fulfill your mission?"

"Well," Papaloka said calmly, "If you give me a button that can make my home planet lose the right to participate in the trial, or directly explode in the main time dimension, then I will press it without hesitation. go down."

Yang Ming was puzzled.

He got up and went to the wine cabinet on the side. After finding a combination lock on it, he tore off the alloy on the side of the cabinet, took out two bottles of good wine, and grabbed two wine glasses.

Papaloka whispered, "Are you a monster?"

"Almost," Yang Ming let the wine bottle and glass hang around him, walked back to Papaloka calmly, and continued, "After arguing with you, I thought about it. We are indeed two types of people, so there are two types of people. Very different point of view, I am here to apologize to you."

"No need," Papaloka stared at the wine glass, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched, "Are you going to start playing the emotional card?"

Yang Ming smiled and said: "We are really different, because I have a road in front of me, but a dead end in front of you. I will have the opportunity to enter the high-dimensional world in the future, and I have participated in more than three experimental projects of the Faya people at the same time. "

"Why do they favor you so much?"

"It's not a preference, I broke the resurrection armor at the beginning of the game, in exchange for the transformation of the ancient god," Yang Ming sighed, "Then, I defeated the Valkyrie step by step, and I have everything I have now."

"I envy you too," Papaloka sighed. "If you pay, you will get something in return. Isn't that a kind of beauty?"

Yang Ming stopped the conversation in an instant: "Isn't this normal? As long as you are willing to give and endure hardships, there will always be a day when all hardships will be rewarded."

Papaloka sneered: "This is an ideal situation, and most people don't have this opportunity."

"No," Yang Ming said, "It should be that a small number of people don't have this opportunity, and most people can get positive feedback, it's just that there is more or less feedback."

Papaloka smiled and said, "Is your native civilization, that is, your home planet, still in a relatively rudimentary social form?"

"Elementary? I don't think so."

"Then I'll test you."

"please."

"If a regime wants to accumulate wealth quickly, what other methods are there other than plundering?"

Yang Ming thought about it carefully: "Enhance trade? Technological innovation?"

"The essence of trade is the exchange of resources, and the trade between a strong country and a weak country is often a gentle way of plundering;

"Science and technology innovation produces technological advantages over other regimes, which is itself a kind of plunder. Inclusive technological innovation will instead cause the accelerated concentration of social wealth to a small number of people."

Papaloka pouted slightly:

"Sure enough, you come from a relatively elementary society."

Boss Yang suddenly became displeased: "Well, I admit that my hometown triggered the program of the Faya game by mistakenly touching the space-time bubble, but this does not mean that our social development is backward."

"for example?"

"For example, the political system in which I was born in my hometown has two development models."

Yang Ming briefly introduced the development path of Xiazhonghuajia.

Papaloka shook his head lightly: "You are wrong, young man."

Year!

Yang Ming frowned and said, "Where did I go wrong?"

Papaloka smiled and said:

"The accumulation of wealth in your political system is based on the two reasons you mentioned on the surface, but in fact, it is based on the hundreds of millions of ... migrant workers in the entire society, right? The name you call is based on the logarithm of the entire society. billions of migrant workers on the squeeze.

"You have to be grateful for the uninterrupted civilization inheritance that your political system has, which makes the entire political system have an extraordinary cohesion.

"In addition, according to your description, the reason why you can live stably and become stronger gradually is because some areas of this regime have paid a huge price. This part of the area will suppress the development of a free economy to resist the erosion of external capital.

"It's these two essential reasons... Well, although your knowledge is not deep, the political system you belong to can indeed be regarded as an intermediate social form."

Yang Ming shrugged: "I can feel that there is still a part of the superior class that keeps growing."

"It's inevitable. Human nature is like this. Human beings are social creatures that feed on superiority."

Papaloka frowned and asked:

"Just now you mentioned false touches? Have you launched long-distance spacecraft directly into outer space?"

"Um."

"Didn't you find the hints left by the civilization of the previous generation?"

"Hint?" Yang Ming wondered, "Do you still have this thing?"

"This is allowed by the rules of the Faya people. The previous generation of civilization on our planet failed in promotion, and the result was that the entire planet evaporated overnight. They were not reconciled and left some relics, hoping to help the next generation. A greenhouse civilization that appeared on this planet."

Papalloka said:

"So, the civilization I belong to develops relatively rapidly, and I knew from the very beginning that when we develop into a real first-level civilization and start exploring the universe, it will trigger the trials set by high-dimensional human civilization."

Yang Ming frowned tightly: "I'm afraid...it's a tragedy."

"Yes, a tragedy, a complete tragedy," Papaloka chuckled, "I envy you, your home planet, and the political system of your hometown. As long as you struggle, you have a certain probability of success. What a wonderful life it is. "

"Where's your home planet?"

"They should be buried in that cage!"

Papaloka's expression was a bit ferocious:

"That distorted world shouldn't have entered the real Milky Way!"

Yang Ming frowned and asked, "Why?"

Papaloka closed his eyes, trembling all over, trying to calm himself down, fighting the emotion until it finally turned into a sigh.

"My home planet has cleared the single-planet version of "Abyss"."

Yang Ming's facial muscles were beating lightly.

"But the Fayans refused to let my home star enter the Milky Way and asked us to participate in the next trial."

Yang Ming's expression was a little unnatural.