Chapter 640: Log in to the virtual game

At dusk, the sun was about to set, and half of the sun sank into the horizon.

Half of the sky above his head was dark purple, and the other half of the sky

was golden and red, and the stars hung in the sky shining brightly.

Kemeng stood in front of the convenience store downstairs, looking at the

mother and daughter in front of him.

"After those things, do you still open a shop?"

"Those things have passed, and life must continue." Mother Chen struck her

hair, looking into the convenience store with a complex face, the shelves were

covered with dust.

"I don't have any problems. If the rent is the same, let's go at the previous

price. The rent can be transferred to my account." Kemeng didn't care about

the small amount of money.

The rent is not zero, because I don't want to be like Kemun giving alms to

others.

People need self-respect, and the rent does not change. It not only gives

dignity, but also gives the other party a buffer of time. If you don't have

money to pay the rent, you can find the bank to borrow. With Kemun's

background support, the bank dare not not lend money to the other party.

"Thank you, Mr. Ke." Mrs. Chen was very grateful. She truly thanked Kemeng for

his help.

Kemeng looked at Chen Momo. He hadn't seen him for more than two years. Chen

Momo had grown a few centimeters taller, but it was only a few centimeters

tall. Kemeng's height still beat her.

Chen Momo wears a capable ponytail, a yellow short sleeve and a black robe,

simple yet unique.

She has been living in the psychotherapy group of the Bureau of Investigation

for many days recently, and her spirits and spirits have slowly returned to

normal. However, the natural silly personality of the past has been polished

away by the doctrine of the door organization and has become much more stable.

"Amon, I will study by myself in the store, and then I will take the Whale

Special University exam next year." Chen Momo said firmly.

"Come on." Kemeng didn't know what to say, so he could only say cheer.

Not long after, the mother and daughter came into the store to clean, and by

the way, clear the shelves.

Kemon watched for a few seconds, then turned upstairs.

...

Wasteland cultivation area.

Kemeng took the chip to the Wasteland Research Institute and gave it to the

director of the research institute, who asked them to customize integrated

circuit boards based on quantum chips.

This step is not difficult, and Kemeng will also participate in the design.

There are mature examples in my mind, and the manufacturing of virtual game

helmets is progressing rapidly. In less than two days, the finished product

was officially released.

The finished product is there, but the key game body files are still missing.

Kemon took the USB flash drive, inserted it into the socket of the game box,

and then recalled the code file of the game body from the beginning.

Liu Siting used to study virtual games in dreams, so the entire version of the

code has been reproduced in dreams. Kemeng also learned the knowledge in joint

dreams and wrote it down.

I couldn't remember so much before, but now I have a high spiritual

perception, so I naturally write down the game body file first.

Therefore, the program code in the game box is rapidly appearing at the speed

of tens of thousands of lines per second.

His data U disk can only transmit memory images and sounds.

Kemeng made a graphic recognition and conversion program in the game box, and

automatically transferred the text in the screen to the program software.

Even so, it took ten days for the source code of the game itself to be

completely typed out by Kemon.

It can be seen how big the data of the virtual game body is, it is incredible.

After a short half-day rest, bathing and changing clothes, and breakfast, I

came to the institute.

The researchers didn't have the authority to test. After they woke up all

night after waking up, they arrived two hours earlier than Kemeng and waited

for Kemeng to appear.

"Hello, Lord Kemen!"

Kemeng just came in, the strange alien with his head held up, looking at

Kemeng expectantly.

Kemon walked to the virtual gaming chair and picked up the black helmet.

The outside of the helmet is sleek black and has no beautiful design. It has a

laboratory style, simple and rude, with a large number of thick wires

connected to the outside, the wires are connected to the brainwave real-time

monitoring machine, and the game case is added.

Inside the helmet is a fine brain probe. The probe is small, extremely hard,

and deep in length. The sharp tip is enough to penetrate the brain skull.

"Master Kemen, we need experimental subjects. Well, no people have been

captured in the culture area recently. Should we invite believers to be

experimental subjects?" the director asked.

The director of the wasteland has no human rights in his eyes, only the desire

for knowledge and power, and human life is completely out of his

consideration.

"I don't need someone else to be an experimental subject, I will experiment

myself." Kemeng shook his head.

His brain can regenerate at a super speed, and the resistance is so strong, it

is harder to stab himself to death than to climb to the sky.

"Ah, how can this work?" Many people were surprised.

"This is an order. You don't need to find an experimental subject. Just

monitor the changes in my brain wave data. I want to check when I wake up."

Kemeng sat in a chair, picked up the virtual game helmet and placed it on his

head, and controlled the resistance force in his heart so that it would not

resist the invasion of the helmet silver needle, and then put it on his head

violently.

The resistance force received the order and allowed the fine silver needle to

pierce the scalp through the flesh and blood of the scalp, pierce the nerve,

and hit the skull.

The silver needle material is a special material. When Kemeng increases the

penetration force, the silver needle easily penetrates Kemeng’s skull and

penetrates into the cerebral cortex.

The resistance force watched the whole process without making any response.

The head of the wasteland was stunned, and his body trembled.

The members of the alien research team also showed timidity. They had never

seen such a crazy researcher who dared to study the brain with their own

bodies.

Ke Meng Hun didn't care, and could still open his eyes to see everyone's

expressions.

The calm gaze on his face seemed to say, this pain in the wind and rain is

nothing.

"Nice!" someone said suddenly.

The brain is the center of thinking. If the brain makes a mistake, people are

gone.

Some freaks can think with their souls even if their bodies are gone.

But that kind of freak has to go to crooked ways.

Among all of you, no one thinks with soul instead of body.

The aliens couldn't help but wonder whether Kemeng was the kind of person who

thinks with the soul, and the body is just a temporary carrier.

Ke Meng had no time to take care of them at this time. Tang Yuan was released

early to protect him. When Ke Meng closed his eyes, Tang Yuan's vigilance

increased to the extreme and monitored all the researchers.

The researcher retracted his gaze and observed the brainwave changes of the

data panel with enthusiastic eyes.

Let's talk about Kemeng.

After piercing the silver needle into the brain, a slight current flows into

the brain skin through special modulation, simulating neural signals, and

allowing Kemeng’s brain to simulate a virtual environment based on the

signals, and the brain also falls into a state of mental overclocking.

Has it become Cthulhu directly, or has it become a player, or has it passed

through the game?

The answer came out quickly.

Kemon saw the white interface, and the transparent frame of the orange star

text floated in front of him.

"Welcome to the virtual game'World'!"

"Please create a character name, choose a gender, pinch your face..."

Kemon's voice echoed in his mind. He knew that this was the voice of the game

body calling himself, not another himself speaking in his mind.

"Entering the game is not a direct dream, I can really create a game

character." Kemeng looked at the character naming interface in a daze.

Under the calm appearance, there was a stormy sea inside him.