The Road to Slaying God

"Maimaiti is not considered powerful in the coastal areas of the mainland. His power is about the same as that of Xiao Qi, and not as powerful as Ouyang Zhengming. He is truly powerful in Xinjiang Province. Wherever he comes out to hang out, 80% of them live with him. In Xinjiang Province, everyone knows about his Maimaiti business. Even if he is grilling mutton skewers and beef skewers, no one dares to operate without his permission. The whole country's mutton skewers and other businesses are monopolized by him." The young monk chuckled.

"Tell me, is there any possibility of reconciliation between Maimaiti and I?" Zhang Yang finally asked the topic.

"It's difficult, because Xiao Yuanxing killed his favorite son, and he was a smart one. Unfortunately, he was too ambitious..." The young monk suddenly became sentimental.

"By the way, what's your relationship with Wang Yan?" The little monk suddenly stared closely at Zhang Yang's face, which made Zhang Yang feel like he was being stared at by a beast. Zhang Yang wanted to move the video camera away and avoid it. The young monk's gaze, however, did not move away after thinking for a moment.

"friend……"

"Oh...friend, did you know Miss Maimaiti before her son died or after his death?" the young monk asked.

"after."

"That's a pity. If we had known each other before, then things would be easier to handle. Of course, there are still people in this world who can save you. It's a pity...forget it, just ask other questions..." The little monk suddenly looked sad.

Zhang Yang was silent for a while. Analyzing the tone of the young monk, he and Maimaiti's grudge could no longer be resolved.

"By the way, little monk, the human world has not developed intelligent programming in the past few decades. How did you come out?" Zhang Yang was very curious about the little monk's birth.

"Xiao Na was created by a hacker named Xuefeng. He is my father. Later he went to the army to retire. Xiao Na was bored and wandered outside. Then he met a person... He is the most powerful person in mankind. , Xiaoji got involved with that person, and that person said that in order to save the earth from the disaster of destruction, he asked Xiaoji to control the development of the earth’s intelligent programs. As long as there are intelligent programs with life consciousness, Xiaoji will kill them all... Hehe..." The little monk smiled proudly.

"Then...then aren't you the only intelligent program on earth?" Zhang Yang said in surprise.

"Well, it can be said that, to be precise, there are still many smart programs, but there is only one Xiaoji with life and thinking ability. What's the problem? Come on, Xiaoji is very busy, and Xiaoji still has to talk to your friend He has already won four games of backgammon," the young monk said impatiently.

"ah……"

Zhang Yang stared at the little monk in shock, and then glanced at Liu Biao who was concentrating on playing backgammon next to him. He didn't expect that Liu Biao had been playing chess with this intelligent program. No wonder Liu Biao got worse and worse as he played. He remembered that he could occasionally win a game before. , I only won a few games in more than 50 games today. I guess those few games were won after the little monk left...

"Hey, heroes cherish heroes! It's hard for me to find a chess player with such perseverance. It's not easy. It's the first time for me to see someone who still doesn't win after playing more than fifty games with me. !” The young monk sighed, with the expression of regretting that it was too late to meet a close friend.

"You...I'll ask you something later...I won't delay your chess game..."

Zhang Yang sweated profusely. He didn't expect that this young monk would actually hook up with Liu Biao, a chess blind man. Zhang Yang estimated that no one in the entire network except Liu Biao would be willing to play backgammon with an undefeated intelligent program. It was rare to encounter Liu Biao who repeatedly Naturally, the young monk cherishes those who have experienced repeated defeats and repeated defeats.

When Zhang Yang asked him to play chess, the little monk ran away without any pomp and circumstance. It seemed that he couldn't wait.

Looking at the screen that had returned to normal, Zhang Yang couldn't help but walk behind Liu Biao and watch.

Sure enough, within the second round, one of Liu Biao's opponents failed and was replaced by another opponent. Zhang Yang guessed at a glance that this was the nickname of the little monk, and his nickname was "Luotong Kill".

"Haha... you're here..." Liu Biao didn't know what kind of smart program the other party was. He only knew the other party's nickname. When he saw it, he immediately patted his leg and laughed, and then typed a few words below.

"Yeah, come on, you're not allowed to leave until you finish a hundred games today." The little monk did not use voice chat this time, but also typed a row of subtitles below.

"Okay, just one hundred games, whoever goes first loses first. If I don't win a game against you today, I won't be named Liu!"

…

Looking at Liu Biao's obsessed expression, Zhang Yang felt like breaking out in a cold sweat again. One hundred games... He is a smart program. He doesn't eat, drink or sleep. He can play ten thousand or one hundred million games with you without any problem. …

Of course, after knowing that the other party was a young monk, Zhang Yang naturally did not dare to disturb the young monk's interest. He logged in depressedly for a while, opened Xiao Yiran's QQ space and found that there were no messages. It seemed that Xiao Yiran hadn't logged in for a long time. He probably hadn't logged in yet. He recovered from his brother's death.

Now, what Zhang Yang is most worried about is that Xiao Yiran knows the news about being hunted down on Golden Xiaodao last time. Although Xiao Yiran cannot know the exact news, the inexplicable worry is certain.

One hundred rounds...

Zhang Yang was a little restless. An ordinary person wouldn't be able to play a hundred games of backgammon for long, but for Liu Biao, one hundred games equaled three hundred games. Liu Biao had to think about each game for a long time. Of course, , he did not expect that his opponent was the only intelligent program in the world. Even if he tried to break his head, he could not defeat his opponent. If he thought for a minute, he could calculate billions of times.

Forget it, it’s better not to disturb the two lunatics.

Zhang Yang looked at the engrossed Liu Biao and couldn't help but smile. It was probably the first time that this guy met an opponent who could play backgammon with him like this. He really valued "hero" and "hero" cherished "hero". ah……

When you meet "opponents" in chess, let them have fun. Liu Biao has been under too much pressure recently, and playing chess is not a bad thing to relieve stress.

Zhang Yang gently left the computer desk. He wanted to give Liu Biao a surprise.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and there was already a chill when he came out of the bar. Zhang Yang glanced at the busy crowd, gently stuffed the two peach stones into his mouth, and messed up the hair on his head. , immediately, Zhang Yang became a different person, carrying a schoolbag, like a student who had never seen the world, and exuding a sense of stupidity.

It was still very early, and many people were still on the way to work. Zhang Yang was not in a hurry. After buying some necessities, he slowly walked to the unfinished building. The unfinished building was still the same as before, with the door tightly closed. Zhang Yang knew that There is an old man who has been sleeping for a long time, guarding some of the equipment and remaining building materials.

Not far from the wall, there is a wall that has been pushed to a certain extent. Zhang Yang climbed over from that place to save Liu Biao last time.

After surveying the environment, he put some purchased tools in the elevator on the first floor. Zhang Yang went to the second-hand mobile phone market and bought a mobile phone whose only function was to make calls. Of course, the mobile phone was also cheap, costing more than forty yuan, so it was a good purchase. It cost more than one hundred to get a card.

With everything ready, Zhang Yang returned to the third floor of the unfinished building again. From the third floor, he could clearly see the yard of the anti-riot detachment, as well as the old man guarding the door. The old man was making a cup of tea and sitting at the door, seemingly listless. , Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a little sorry secretly. The last time he rescued Liu Biao, he must have caused a lot of trouble to this warm-hearted old man.

"Hey...H County riot control detachment?" Zhang Yang dialed the number of the riot control detachment.

"Yes, what's the matter?" The other party's voice was lazy, as if he hadn't gotten into the mood yet after going to work in the morning.

"I am the xx store at No. It’s my phone number, hurry up…”

Soon, Zhang Yang saw several people coming out of the office, getting into a police van parked in the yard and whizzing away. Zhang Yang saw that his target was not inside. Obviously, there were still people in the office, and. The office is open.

Zhang Yang immediately ran downstairs. Whether he succeeds or not depends on where the guy is. This is an unpredictable result. After all, although today is a working day, he may be on a business trip or on sick leave. There are too many accidents. , Zhang Yang has decided that if the middle-aged policeman is not there, he is ready to give up this operation.

Judging from the number of people who called the police just now, there should not be many people in the duty room. If the police were called at this time, there would definitely not be many people in the duty room who could call the police. Moreover, there was still one person left to answer the phone, so Zhang Yang was very confident. .

Zhang Yang walked past the old man drinking tea with his bag on his back. The old man glanced at him. Zhang Yang's heart suddenly jumped because he saw the old man glance at him and immediately seemed to lower his head and think... …

If you are recognized by the old man, all your efforts will be immediately wasted, and your situation is still very dangerous, because the terrain here is very simple, and most importantly, there are very few taxis nearby.

(To be continued)