Electronic Nezha

Chapter 123 I have a showdown
I was a little surprised by the opening, but not that surprised.

I was followed by four unidentified experts for two months. Although they suffered losses in the battle with the strange man, they didn't seem particularly alarmed. From that moment on, I realized that I was being watched by some mysterious force. It's normal for them to know something.

"Hey, why are you thanking me for giving me a backpack?" I'm not one to be easily flattered!
"His dad is the head of neurosurgery. Giving him a backpack is no big deal. Being able to connect with Director Chen means that if his family members have any serious or minor illnesses, they'll have someone in the hospital who can put in a good word for them. He really doesn't deserve a thank you, right?"

"Don't you understand?"

The old man said, "What about that mind map that Huang Jiaoming has? Without it, even if Chen Zihan's surgery is successful, there will still be some aftereffects, right?"

"Who is Huang Jiaoming? What mind map?" I didn't directly say that Huang Jiaoming's affairs had nothing to do with me. Instead, I first set up a firewall by asking who Huang Jiaoming was. I'm not a medical professional, so it's normal that I don't know Huang Jiaoming. Isn't that clever of me?

The old man said with a pained expression, "Fengzi, how long are you going to keep this a secret?"

While I was waiting, the chubby boy held up Yuan Yuan and asked me, "Why isn't it talking anymore? Didn't it yell for you to run away when it was on the roof?"

I said speechlessly, "Have you ever seen a robot vacuum that tells people to run away? It does say 'cleaning starts' when connected to a phone."

Yuan Yuan's indicator light showed that the battery was sufficient. She had no choice but to speak on the rooftop. Now that she was in an uncertain situation, she naturally kept silent. This was the advantage of being a robot; even if she fell into enemy hands, she was not afraid of torture.

The chubby young man said to the old man with a wry smile, "Director Liu, we can't talk anymore."

The old man sat in the hard wooden chair in front of the computer, pointed to the sofa that hadn't collapsed yet, and said to me, "You sit down too."

I sat down and plopped down on the sofa. It was hard and uncomfortable at all. Hmm, it fit the style of furniture from the 1980s.

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "Then I'll go first—" As he said this, he tapped his finger on the keyboard, and the computer screen with its dazzling ray screensaver lit up. He clicked the mouse rapidly, then turned the screen towards me and clicked the left mouse button.

The computer started playing a short, four-second video. In the suburbs, the once clear sky suddenly darkened by several degrees, and then an oval-shaped patch of "colorful black" appeared. In the shadow, a thin, bright flash of lightning shone brightly for a moment before returning to calm, and the black patch disappeared.

The 4-second video itself is produced by slow motion. Excluding the opening and closing credits, the black hole and lightning appear almost instantaneously, and cannot be seen with the naked eye without slow motion.

The video was taken on March 23, 14 years ago, Liu Zhenhua's birthday.

"This is an unusual sky phenomenon that we detected 14 years ago, right here in our area. After analysis, we found that the lightning contained a lot of data. After ten years of decryption, we obtained some messy information. The content is very complex, including human voices, musical fragments, and scientific terms."

My heart sank. Liu Zhenhua, you were so careless! Others leak oil and gas, but you even leaked data!

Thinking this to myself, I forced myself to remain calm and said, "Oh, you're from the meteorological bureau?"

The old man pointed at me and laughed at the chubby boy, "See? They're panicking."

The chubby boy laughed and said, "We're not from the weather bureau."

The old man nodded at him and said, "Alright, tell him."

The chubby guy turned to me and said calmly, "Let me start with me. The predecessor of my service was the Strategic Support Force, which is now under the Information Support Force after the reorganization. After this lightning appeared 14 years ago, the higher-ups attached great importance to it and temporarily selected elites from various units and branches of service to form a special department. The comrades you just saw are members of this department. You don't need to know our specific unit numbers for now."

I stood up numbly, dumbfounded, and said, "Dragon Group?" The chubby guy said helplessly, "Read less online novels, but you can force yourself to understand it that way if you want."

The old man said, "You just need to know that our organization is called 'Sixth Division'. As for me, you can call me Division Chief Liu, but for the sake of convenience, most people call me Master Six."

I rushed to the old man, grabbed his hand, and said, "Organization! Why did you take so long to arrive?" There was no way around it; the Chinese people's trust in and desire for organizations is innate. The country had stepped in, and Liu Chuanfeng's good days were about to begin!

Sixth Master chuckled and asked me, "Now tell me, what's the deal with Huang Jiaoming's piece of paper?"

At that moment, my brain was working at about 15 times its usual speed (roughly estimated). To say I unconditionally trusted these two would be a joke; I can't possibly believe them if they said they were the Jade Emperor. But after all, they had saved my life. Whether they were part of an organization was uncertain. Whether they were trustworthy remained to be seen. But they had already told me their biggest secret; it wouldn't be right not to respond with something of equal importance. Now I could escape using my phone, and then what?
I'll take the blame, but there's only one principle: first, ensure that Liu Zhenhua is completely uninvolved!
Thinking of this, I shouted, "I wrote it!"

Sixth Master looked me up and down: "You? I'm afraid you don't have that ability, do you?" He then opened another image on the computer, a close-up of the mind map that Liu Zhenhua had left in the hospital. Besides the lines resembling a human brain, it also showed steps, and the bleeding point was clearly marked.

Sixth Master pointed to the diagram and said, "We've used the most advanced AI to calculate it countless times, but it's impossible to deduce the bleeding point. Then we used the reverse reasoning method, assuming that we knew where the bleeding point was, then we could figure out how to perform the surgery. This time it's almost there. All the steps on the diagram are the same as those calculated by the AI."

I said, "What do you mean, Sixth Master? What are you trying to say?"

The chubby boy said, "We consulted many experts at home and abroad with the reverse engineering diagram. Even if they knew the bleeding point and asked them to perform the surgery, their habits and personalities would differ. But the steps given by this mind map are as precise as a machine. Following its process will save an average of 40 minutes compared to those top experts!"

"What do you mean now? Are you saying I didn't draw this?"

The chubby boy changed the picture to a close-up, showing the character "炼" (lian, meaning refine). He said, "We compared the handwriting. The character was written by you, so logically the picture should also be yours, but it shouldn't be yours."

I said, "I'll forgive you since you're a science student, but please rephrase your statement."

The chubby boy said, "What I mean is that this mind map is 100% made by AI; it's impossible for the human brain to do it."

I knew this word would cause trouble! So I accepted it without hesitation. It's easy to accept, but what if they ask you to explain?
The next second, sure enough, the chubby boy pointed to a scribble on the picture and asked, "So what do you think this means?"

I chuckled and said, "It seems you don't know me very well."

The chubby boy retorted, "Who said that? Chen Bing's scams may not be very sophisticated, but you were able to tell he was a conman right away. How come? The police had no leads when he ran away. How did you track him down? And that Hao Hao, isn't he an idiot? How did he become your bodyguard?"

I said, "No need to beat around the bush. You asked me about Huang Jiaoming first and then showed me black holes. You must have reached a conclusion."

The chubby boy earnestly corrected me: "What you saw wasn't a black hole. It took us a long time to rule out espionage and a high-tech attack by hostile forces. The information brought by that lightning was extremely complex, and it was very difficult to collect and decipher. But we have made a preliminary judgment that the hole is a wormhole, and it has little to do with space. It's more like what's written in science fiction novels—it's related to time, that is, time travel!"

I got goosebumps all over.

Sixth Master said, "So, Fengzi, do you have anything to say?"

I sighed and said, "Okay, I'm not pretending anymore. I'm actually a super AI from the future—I'm coming clean!"

(End of this chapter)