Hearing the cold female voice in his head, Zhang Tongming's pupils shrunk to the size of a pinhole.
"Damn it, why is my auxiliary chip here too?"
"Don't tell me this is my Goldfinger? Other transmigrators have all sorts of godly and powerful systems by their side, or they have the Universal Mall that allows them to do business. At the very least, they have an old grandpa. Why is it that when it comes to us, we only have an auxiliary chip? "
In the year 1950, the fourth artificial intelligence revolution erupted. Like the first industrial revolution, the second industrial revolution, and the third technological revolution, the fourth artificial intelligence revolution brought about new productivity, and the auxiliary chip that Zhang Tongming transmigrated with was one of the most outstanding products of the artificial intelligence revolution.
The auxiliary chip was a necessity for modern human work and life, as it involved ethics, human rights, and many other aspects. The auxiliary chip did not have an independent intelligence like the other products of the fourth revolution, but it had another magical function, and that was that it would continuously increase with the host's experience and knowledge, improving its analysis and storage capabilities, and better serve the host.
Although he was incomparably disheartened by his bitter experience, Zhang Tongming did not hesitate and said in his heart, "A.I. Chip, scan my entire body, and bring out my body's data."
[Beep, scan complete, Host's data are as follows:]
"Strength 2.0"
"Vitality 1.8"
"Agility 1.9"
A three-dimensional image appeared clearly in Zhang Tongming's mind. Through this, Zhang Tongming could fully understand the various functions of his current body.
Looking at the data that exceeded 1 in every aspect, Zhang Tongming's Adam's apple squirmed, and a thought suddenly arose in his mind. Was the Ferguson family's Knight's breathing technique so awesome?
On Earth, the average adult male's data for strength, vitality, and agility were around 1. If the data for all three were above 1.5, they were already Olympic level athletes. Connor Ferguson's data for all three were close to 2. Even an Olympic champion would not be able to achieve that! According to Connor Ferguson's memories, the reason for such an effect was largely due to the Knight's breathing technique that he had practiced since he was young.
Raising his eyebrows, Zhang Tongming seemed to have thought of something, and with a serious expression, he said in his heart again, "A.I. Chip, integrate Host's memories, analyze the cause of the heart injury just now!"
"Beep! Obeying the Host's will, mission begins!"
Following the A.I. Chip's voice, Connor Ferguson's memories flashed through Zhang Tongming's mind like a movie.
After analyzing for a full 15 minutes, the A.I. Chip's voice sounded in Zhang Tongming's mind once more.
"Analysis complete. A total of 59 possibilities have been discovered. Among them, the possibility of being cursed is as high as 95%. The remaining 58 possibilities are all less than 1%!"
"Curse?" Zhang Tongming furrowed his eyebrows tightly. As a web novelist, he still possessed basic reasoning skills. The current situation was very clear. Connor Ferguson had been cursed to death, so his soul and consciousness had completely disappeared, leaving only his body. But for some unknown reason, he had arrived in this world, and by chance, he had transmigrated into Ferguson's body.
If that was the case, then the question was, why was Connor cursed? Who was it that cursed Connor?
Things like curses were easy to associate with words like Magi and evil. Not to mention, in the world that Zhang Tongming was in, supernatural powers were real. This made it even easier for people to have wild and fanciful thoughts.
Shaking his head slightly, Zhang Tongming sighed. From Connor's memories, he could only roughly analyze them. There were no obvious clues that could explain why Connor had been cursed to death. Now, he could only take one step at a time, and cross the river by feeling the stones.
Walking to the window, Zhang Tongming stretched out his hand and pulled open the silk curtain. Looking at the gothic style buildings and the blood-red moon hanging high in the night sky, Zhang Tongming sighed deeply. Looking up at the crimson moon, a complicated expression appeared on his face. He muttered to himself in a low voice, "Wonderful world, I, Zhang Tongming, no! Connor Ferguson is here! "
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Although Zhang Tongming, who already thought of himself as Connor Ferguson, had just transmigrated, he didn't have much time to rest. On the second day, he had completely immersed himself in Connor's life.
As a second-year history student at Greene University, Connor still had two years to complete his studies. His studies were still very heavy. Apart from weekends, there were all kinds of classes waiting for him every day from Monday to Friday.
After a day of heavy classes, the exhausted Connor Ferguson didn't return directly to his gorgeous apartment at 16 Rand Street in the East District of Loen City. Instead, he slowly walked to the city center of Loen.
Although it was January and winter in Loen, a harbor city, due to the warm current, the temperature in Loen had been maintained at minus three to four degrees Celsius. It wasn't too cold.
Tightening his trench coat, Connor stopped in front of a restaurant called Clover. A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his clarity.
Last night, in addition to controlling his body, Connor also did something else, and that was to search for clues about his curse. Unfortunately, after carefully sorting out his memories, Connor realized that some fragments of his memory seemed to have disappeared into thin air. He couldn't remember anything!
The most obvious of these signs was that he remembered that twenty-four hours before he was cursed to death, he had a meal with a lady named Rebecca at Clover Restaurant. However, he couldn't remember what he had eaten or what he had done at all!
After tidying up his trench coat and bowler hat, which were extremely popular among Kaman nobles, Connor walked into Clover Restaurant under the sweet smiles of the beautiful waitresses.
Perhaps because it was only three in the afternoon, there weren't many people eating in the restaurant. There were only two tables of customers enjoying the delicacies in the huge restaurant.
Sweeping his gaze across the two tables of customers, Connor nodded indiscernibly, then turned around and walked to the front desk of the restaurant.
Seeing Connor walking towards him, the bald and slightly plump middle-aged man at the front desk, who seemed to be checking the accounts, was slightly taken aback. However, he immediately put on a polite smile and said, "Hello, sir. I'm Ayman, the manager of this Clover Restaurant. How can I help you?"
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