Count of Wizards

Hearing the cold female voice in his head, Zhang Tongming's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole.

"Damn, why did my auxiliary chip come along?"

"No way, this is my golden finger, right? People travel through all kinds of powerful systems, or there is a shopping mall in the heavens and ten thousand realms that can be a bad guy, and there is also a grandfather if it is not good. How come we Here, there is only one auxiliary chip?"

In 2050, the fourth artificial intelligence revolution broke out. Like the first industrial revolution, the second industrial revolution, and the third scientific and technological revolution, the fourth artificial intelligence revolution brought new productivity. The auxiliary chip that Zhang Tongming traveled through is one of the most outstanding products of the artificial intelligence revolution.

The auxiliary chip is a must-have for human work and life in modern society, because it involves ethics, human rights, and many other aspects. The auxiliary chip does not have an independent intelligent existence like other products in the fourth revolution, but the auxiliary chip has another The magical function is that it will continuously improve the ability of analysis and storage with the continuous growth of the host's experience and knowledge, so that it can better serve the host.

Although he was extremely frustrated with his hard work, Zhang Tongming did not hesitate, and said silently in his heart: "chip, scan my whole body, and call out the body data."

"Drip, the scan is complete, the main data is as follows:"

"Power 2.0"

"Physique 1.8"

"Speed ​​1.9"

A three-dimensional figure clearly appeared in Zhang Tongming's mind. Through this, Zhang Tongming can fully understand the various functions of his current body.

Staring dumbfounded at the data that exceeded 1 in every item, Zhang Tongming's Adam's apple twitched, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, is the Ferguson family knight's breathing so awesome?

On the earth, the three data of strength, physique, and agility are generally around 1 for adult males. If the three data are above 1.5, they are already Olympic-level athletes. The three data of Connor Ferguson are all It is close to 2, even the Olympic champion can't do it! According to Connor Ferguson's memory, the reason for achieving this effect is largely due to the knight breathing method he practiced since he was a child.

Raising his eyebrows, Zhang Tongming seemed to have thought of something, and said silently in his heart again with a solemn expression: "The chip integrates the memory of the main body, and analyzes the cause of the heart injury just now!"

"Drip, follow the will of the subject, the task begins!"

As the sound of the chip fell, in Zhang Tongming's mind, the memory of Connor Ferguson was like watching a movie.

After a full quarter of an hour of analysis, the sound of the chip rang in Zhang Tongming's mind again.

"After the analysis, a total of fifty-nine possibilities were found, among which the possibility of being cursed is as high as 95%, and the remaining fifty-eight possibilities are less than one percent!"

"Curse?" Zhang Tongming frowned tightly. As an Internet writer, he still has the basic logical reasoning ability. The current situation is very obvious. Connor Ferguson was killed by a curse. He died, so his soul and consciousness completely disappeared, leaving only the body, but for some unknown reason, he came to this world, and by chance, he transmigrated into Ferguson's body.

If this is the case, then the question arises, why is Connor cursed? Who cursed Connor again?

Curse itself is easy to be associated with wizards, evil and other words, not to mention that in the world Zhang Tongming lives in, extraordinary power really exists, which makes it easier to arouse people's imagination.

Shaking his head slightly, Zhang Tongming sighed. Based on Connor's memory, he has no obvious clues to explain why Connor was cursed to death. Now he can only take one step, one step at a time. , Crossing the river by feeling the stones!

Walking to the window, Zhang Tongming stretched out his hand and opened the silk curtains. Looking out of the window, there were Gothic-style buildings and a blood-red crimson moon hanging high above the night, which was completely different from the earth. Zhang Tongming Sighing deeply, looking up at the red moon, with various complex emotions on his face, he murmured to himself in a low voice: "What a wonderful world, I am Zhang Tongming, no! Connor Ferguson is here!"

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Zhang Tongming, who already considered himself Connor Ferguson, did not get much time to rest even though he had just traveled across time. It was only the second day that he had completely substituted into Connor's life.

As a sophomore student of history at Greene University, Connor still has two years to complete his studies thoroughly. Now his studies are still very heavy. Except for weekends, Monday to Friday, every day There are various courses waiting for him to learn.

After finishing a day of heavy classes, the somewhat tired Connor Ferguson did not directly return to his gorgeous apartment at No. 16 Land Street, East District of Loen City, but walked slowly towards the city center of Loen City.

Although it is January now, which belongs to the winter in the port city of Loen, due to the existence of the warm current, the temperature in Loen has been maintained at around minus three or four degrees, which is not too cold.

Tightening his windbreaker, Connor stopped in front of a restaurant named Clover. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he soon returned to a clear state.

For the entire night yesterday, apart from mastering his own body, Connor also did another thing, which was to find clues that he was cursed, but unfortunately, after carefully sorting out his memory, Connor noticed that It was as if some fragments in his memory had disappeared out of thin air, and he couldn't remember anything!

The most obvious of these signs is that he remembers that he had dinner with a lady named Rebecca in this clover restaurant twenty-four hours before he was cursed to death, but what he ate and did did not matter at all. remembered!

After tidying up the turtleneck windbreaker and bowler hat that were very popular among the Kaman nobles, Connor walked into the Clover restaurant greeted by the sweet smiles of the beautiful waitresses.

Perhaps because it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, there were not many people eating in the restaurant. There were only two tables of guests enjoying delicious food in the huge restaurant.

Glancing at the two tables of guests, Connor nodded unobtrusively, then turned and walked towards the front desk of the restaurant.

Seeing Connor walking towards him, the middle-aged man with a bald head and a fat figure who seemed to be checking the accounts at the front desk was slightly stunned, but then he put on a polite smile on his face and said: "Hi, sir , I am Aiman, the manager of this clover restaurant, do you know how I can help you?"