At the moment of life and death in the underground parking lot of the gymnasium, Xu Le's willpower played a crucial role. His body, which was like a dried-up well without water, actually erupted with power once again. The source of the mysterious power at his waist began to violently spew out the energy he had accumulated for five years but never had the opportunity to truly erupt.
However, he didn't know how to use this energy. He could only allow this energy to occupy every pair of muscle fibers and every cell in his body. It rushed up and was released like an electric current.
Perhaps it was bioelectricity, or perhaps it was an even more miraculous existence that transcended matter. But in any case, after this energy helped him destroy the militants in front of him, it also invaded his brain and nerves, bringing him unbearable pain.
Most importantly, when the energy traveled up his back, it passed through the chip that every citizen of the Federation had. It caused great interference to the microelectronic calculations in the chip.
This led to Xu Le's coma and the cloud computing error of the Bureau of Proclamation's central computer. This situation should have never happened in the history of the Federation. However, it was unknown whether or not Uncle Feng Yu had encountered such a coincidental situation back then.
It was this extremely rare and bizarre state of the chip that directly caused the Bureau of Proclamation officials to be nervous and the enormous central computer to constantly scan, search, locate, and repair the chip.
At this moment, Xu Le was the Xu Le in his dreams, the Xu Le in his instincts. He was neither happy nor afraid. He just stared blankly at the line of white words in front of him, not understanding the meaning of this sentence.
"Establishing active contact. Do you accept?"
Xu Le understood what active contact was. He, who was in this dark space, wanted to contact someone. He didn't even know why he stayed in this boundless dark space. He even... forgot who he was.
The line of characters condensed from white light in front of him slowly dissipated and then condensed again at an even faster speed. However, it was getting closer and closer to his vision.
"Establishing active contact. Do you accept?"
Xu Le didn't respond.
The white characters disappeared again and condensed again, getting closer.
"Initiate contact. Do you accept?"
Xu Le still didn't react because he didn't know how to accept it. He just looked at the white characters in the dark background in astonishment. He wanted to open his mouth but didn't know where to open it. He wanted to reach out to touch the beautiful light and shadow in the dreamscape but didn't know where his hand went.
The line of white characters disappeared and condensed again, as if it would never get tired of it.
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This dream occurred three days after Xu Le had fainted. At that time, he was lying on a strange bed, his body twitching non-stop, his forehead burning, his eyes closed, but in that black dream space, he stared blankly at the white characters in front of him, completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world and what was happening because of him.
That day, in a quiet building on the outskirts of the capital, the staff of the Bureau of Proclamation were monitoring the Federation according to the classification of events. Among them, there was a document marked as a Level 3 Sequence Event. It was entered into the central computer and listed as a priority.
Almost at the same time, the central computer gave the results of the calculation and positioning. Separated by a thick partition wall, the staff of the Bureau of Proclamation looked with satisfaction at the several pieces of white paper spat out by the terminal output device. They looked at the names and numbers of the victims of the Linhai State Gymnasium on the paper.
As long as it wasn't something that happened too long ago, as long as the exact time and location were given, the central computer could accurately determine the identity of the person through the chip on the back of the person's neck. It could also determine the time of death through the chip's expiration time. Comparing the two, it could give a death list that was close to the truth.
First, The Glory Of The Charter enveloped the entire Federation.
The Bureau of Proclamation wasn't omnipotent, but the orderly development and harmony of the Federation was separated from the central computer of the Bureau of Proclamation.
This staff member compared the list of events sent by the government with the list in his hand and suddenly found something strange. Because the name in the list of events that was specifically marked in red didn't appear in the positioning results of the central computer. The person called Xu Le still wasn't marked.
Under the harsh terms of the First Charter, the central computer of the Bureau of Proclamation would rarely continuously locate a single person who wasn't a Level 1 Sequence Event. But in the case where the name and identification number were known, it was always very easy for the central computer to determine a person's survival status.
This staff member's expression became serious. He held the document in his hand and walked into the elevator. After an unknown amount of time, the elevator stopped. He walked into the assistant director's office and reported to the middle-aged civil servant behind the desk, "There's a problem."
"Is it serious?" The assistant director of the Bureau of Proclamation didn't even raise his head. He calmly asked, but in his heart, he wondered if the old director's golf should be replaced. Every afternoon, the director would go for a walk on the lawn, but he threw the complicated work of the bureau to him. It was very tiring, but he was also very happy.
"I don't know if this matter is considered serious?" The staff member shrugged and handed over the document in his hand. He said, "The survival status of a natural person. The old man actually couldn't immediately find an answer."
When the assistant director heard the first half of the sentence, he raised his head in shock. This was because all work in the Bureau of Proclamation was carried out according to a fairly standard process. The events in the Federation were divided into 12 sequences. How could this subordinate say something that he didn't know if it was considered serious? However, when he heard the second half of the sentence, the assistant director's brows furrowed. He said, "Is the information incomplete? You have to know that the old man is already very old. Searching among a population of tens of billions is not an easy task to begin with. "
The staff member walked behind the desk in a bad mood and pressed the light screen button. He said, "In the list that was handed over, it just so happens that the person's code is on file. Because someone checked him before, but the result was that he couldn't confirm it."
It was very clear that the working atmosphere of the Bureau of Proclamation was very different from what the outside world had imagined. Not only did it not have a mysterious and old-fashioned feeling, but it was very casual between classes.
"You're talking about the case in Linhai state?" The assistant director's expression suddenly became serious. This was because he knew that this case was arranged at the last minute. It was like jumping the queue. On one hand, this case involved the upper echelons of the Federation and even the military, which was why it was set as the third sequence of events. More importantly, because the party involved in this case … was the family of the old director's distant relative.
The assistant director furrowed his brows and looked at the computer screen that continuously scrolled by. After a long silence, he said, "This person called … Xu Le, is he alive or dead?"
"You're asking me, but who am I supposed to ask?" The staff member retorted in a bad mood.
The assistant director touched his gradually wrinkling forehead uneasily. After a pause, he said, "The self-check program?"
The staff member asked a few questions softly through the intercom. He then raised his head and shook his head helplessly. "The self-check program just finished. The old man showed that there was a small logic error in the cloud domain."
He looked at the assistant director and asked in a soft voice, "Has this happened before?"
"I remember hearing the old director mention it once." The assistant director painfully rubbed his temples and kept searching through the memories in his mind. "It seems like it will take six to seven days for it to automatically fix itself."
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The core area of the Bureau of Proclamation was extremely deep underground. The five-person team that designed the underground structure of the Bureau of Proclamation very proudly announced that in the imaginable era of civilization, no weapon could destroy the core of the Bureau of Proclamation in a short period of time.
The core of the Bureau of Proclamation was the central computer, which was the old thing that the staff of the Bureau of Proclamation talked about. This computer had a very long history. Judging from its age, it was old enough to be the ancestor of everyone in the Bureau of Proclamation. Therefore, in its long and boring life, the cheerful staff of the Bureau of Proclamation gave it such a cute and affectionate nickname.
The core area was too deep underground. Although the air conditioning system was constantly working, the psychological problem still made it difficult for most people to adapt to this atmosphere. The good thing was that the central computer never needed the help of humans for its processing and information collection. In a sense, from the director to the cleaning lady of the Bureau of Proclamation, all the staff of the Bureau of Proclamation were serving the central computer, the old thing, and the old thing was serving the entire Federation.
There was not a single person in the spacious room. A solid and thick physical barrier separated the central computer's display screen from the busy workers. The two-dimensional information display screen in mid-air constantly flashed the radio wave signals, video signals, and audio signals captured by the electronic surveillance network from all corners of the Federation. The images flashed extremely quickly and turned into beams of light or data streams.
Those beams of light or data streams were sometimes like a straight line, and sometimes they were divided into countless segments. Sometimes, they were blossoming like waves on the two-dimensional information display, integrating, combing, and retrieving the data in a way that only they could understand.
The abnormal logic error in the cloud computing domain did not interfere with the daily work of the Federal Central Computer. It still silently and loyally filtered all the images that it could see, calmly waiting for orders from humans.
No staff noticed, or perhaps they were already used to not paying attention, this two-dimensional information display screen that they could not see clearly no matter how hard they tried. In the extremely small corner of the display screen, rows of tiny light runes appeared in sequence.
"Citizen number: SLAT510200431X, information node re-captured, name: Xu Le, remarks: Federation criminal case 37: 67: 1: 1 involved."
"Warning, information node is abnormal, positioning failed again."
"Serious warning: 0.04% probability, citizen Xu Le's information overlaps with that of Number 72."
"Response: Initiate contact and attempt to locate. If the target refuses, establish an observation system and submit a report for the government to handle. "
The tiny light runes disappeared, and another row of characters repeatedly appeared on the Federal Central Computer's display screen.
"Establish active contact, accept or not."
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