Chapter 147 End of Meeting?

"End of meeting?"

The expressions of everyone who had come to the conference room froze.

They looked at each other, and through the layer of mental black mist, they could see the shock, astonishment, and bewilderment on their neighbors' faces.

The "key" that the Guwen Hui had waited many years for had finally appeared—

And he had only said one sentence.

End of meeting.

Before they could react, that powerful mental sign force reappeared, but it was completely opposite to before. Previously, it had forcibly established a connection, but now it was forcibly breaking it—

"Swish, swish, swish."

The figures in the conference room became blurred one after another.

Most people's consciousness was forcibly sent out of the Deep Sea Zone.

The mandatory mental link was effective for everyone, but there was an order of arrival in the conference room… of course, it was related to whether or not they resisted this mental link, but even more related to the strength of the linked person's own mental power.

As long as one's own strength was strong enough, even a mandatory link could be strongly "resisted."

The stronger the mental power, the longer one could resist.

Coming was like this, and being sent away was also like this.

Gu Shen sat at the end of the long table. He could sense that after entering this conference room, a region in his brain seemed to have been activated… He seemed to be able to see mental networks covering the five continents, and clear underground veins spreading from afar and converging in this small conference room.

At the tip were the branching Guwen Hui members.

At the end was himself.

And at the edge of the long table, there were a few figures that had not dissipated. Under the drive of the "forced disconnection," they were still holding on, but these figures were gradually dimming.

"Are you really the 'key' left behind by Alan Turing?"

The old man with the code name 064 stared at Gu Shen's location. His eyes bloomed with a silvery light, as if he wanted to see the face of the person sitting at the end of the long table through the mental mist.

Gu Shen met the old man's gaze, and his heart shook.

Can he see through?

No, he didn't believe there was such a person.

Gu Shen suppressed all his psychological activities, his expression unwavering. He returned the gaze to the old man and calmly replied, "I opened the door."

The old man stared deeply at Gu Shen. He withdrew his gaze. The previous staring was just a test… Rather than verifying the authenticity of the key left by Alan Turing, he was more concerned about the strength of this "young man" in the real world.

The spiritual world is the best reflection of the real world.

It was a mirror.

A weakling whose mental power was not strong enough, even if he came to this conference room by chance, would definitely not be able to withstand his gaze…

It seemed that this young man was more powerful than he had imagined.

The old man stood up and bowed slightly, saying softly, "...My apologies."

After saying that.

His figure dissipated in the blood-colored conference room.

There were not many people left in the conference room. After 064's test just now, no one had similar thoughts of testing again.

"You seem to have always known the identity of the key."

Lin Ling resisted the mental drive and looked at 031, asking curiously, "Reveal it, who is he in the real world?"

The young 031 smiled slyly, "Ah ha… I never said I knew the identity of the key. If you want to know… you can ask him yourself."

Zhou Jiren gave up the idea of resisting the mental link.

As his figure dissipated, he cast a subtle look of appreciation at "Gu Shen," who was propping his elbows and pondering at the end of the long table.

[There is a familiar gaze.]

Gu Shen propped his elbows with both hands. After issuing the order to "disconnect the mental link," he maintained this posture, watching the figures in the distance of the long table disappear one by one. Suddenly, he sensed a familiar gaze…

He looked at the young man with the code name 031.

That young man had already left.

He remembered very clearly that 031 had connected very late. Among everyone, he was the last to arrive at the conference room… In that case, this person's mental power was extremely strong, and his strength in the real world was definitely not weak.

"Is it possible to trace the real identities of those in the conference room… by following the mental fluctuations?"

Gu Shen silently felt the mental network spreading in his mind.

As the lights in the conference room went out and the entrants left one by one, the large net also dimmed… If the Deep Sea Zone relies on the links of countless transcendent beings to provide computing power.

Then this conference room, which belongs exclusively to the Guwen Hui, relies on the surviving remnant transcendent beings to provide computing power for maintenance.

"No. At least… not now."

Chu Ling stood behind Gu Shen, her white dress emitting a fluorescent light. Her fingers spread into scattered data, linking to every corner of the long table.

"The source code also needs to follow basic logic. The Deep Sea Zone has a bottom-level protection logic for every linked transcendent being. In order to prevent being breached, the encrypted conference room uses a one-way transmission network." She said softly, "So… even the 'key' cannot know the real identities of the members in the conference room. This is a kind of protection."

Gu Shen nodded.

He understood the meaning of Mr. Turing's design.

This bottom-level logic… is the most basic trust. The Guwen Hui members can come to this conference room because of trust, and Mr. Turing, who designed the conference room, also chose to trust them in the same way.

"Every past conference talk cannot be retrieved either. It is the same reason as the previous inability to investigate identities. If the conference room is breached one day, it will not cause too many casualties. In the Deep Sea Zone, trillions of messages are born every second… Even the 'Deep Sea' cannot completely intercept them, so the talks in this conference room are garbage that is born and destroyed." Chu Ling looked at the empty conference room. She retracted her hands, and the countless spreading data chains re-gathered, returning to the normal ten fingers of a girl.

"The mental link expulsion has been completed."

Chu Ling said softly, "After the Deep Sea upgrade, this conference room is in a high-risk environment. I will improve the underlying code. During the maintenance period, the conference room cannot be opened to the public."

Gu Shen was a little unaccustomed to it.

"What you are saying to me… makes me feel like I am the owner of this conference room."

"In terms of ability and status… you are." Chu Ling said calmly, "If you decide to abandon the 'conference room', then within three months at most, this place will be exposed to the Deep Sea's self-inspection and then breached."

"I…"

Gu Shen sat silently at the table. He looked at Chu Ling and slowly asked, "I want to know… why is all of this happening?"

"The Black Spot was born, and order collapsed. I already know these things…"

"But why is there a Guwen Hui?"

"The Federal Government and the people in charge of the Fire Seed are fighting against the collapse of order…"

Chu Ling transformed into thousands of data. The dim conference room became bright in an instant. She appeared again and sat at the end of the long table, her slender fingers tapping down.

Between the two of them, an image appeared.

"This is a relic preserved by the source code in the Deep Sea reduction program… It is also the only surviving fragment of a destroyed video from twenty years ago." Chu Ling lowered her eyes and said softly, "This is all I can give you."

An old man's blood-stained and haggard face appeared in the video… This was his monologue alone.

With just one glance.

Gu Shen recognized the identity of this old man. This was a great man who was respected and worshiped by all five continents, the father of intelligence who created the Deep Sea.

Alan Turing.

A broken image, intermittent, blurred and clear.

The camera shook, and this old man, who was rumored to have "died peacefully of illness," spoke in a hoarse voice, conveying this message.

"Do not trust… the Federal Government."