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The air in the studio was filled with cheerful bubbles.

That kind of laughter is contagious.

Starting with Cao Jiudan, the message spread to the host, and then to the more than one hundred audience members present.

Everyone was laughing.

Shoulders shrug, leaning forward and backward.

"Fifth road shoulder rush..."

Cao Jiudan took off his glasses, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and pointed to the lone black stone on the big screen.

"Mr. Lin, is this the 'divine move' you mentioned? Isn't this just a sliding paddle? Even a novice player aiming for professional status would place a piece on the third or fourth line. The fifth line? That's too empty. That's handing over territory to someone else."

He turned his head and looked at the envelopes still standing on the display shelf, his eyes full of mockery.

"It seems the AI ​​has indeed short-circuited. Mr. Lin, has your 'Micro-Light Brain' overloaded its computing power and burned out?"

The camera gave Lin Che a close-up.

The director wanted to capture his embarrassment or his anger.

But he didn't.

He sat in the shadows of the guest seating area, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The pace was steady. It was as if a countdown was underway for this farce.

"Have you laughed enough?"

Lin Che's voice was not loud.

But in the noisy studio, those four words were like a bucket of ice water poured over someone's head.

The laughter gradually subsided.

Cao Jiuduan's smile froze for a moment, then he put on a pained expression: "President Lin, we want to give you face, but this move was just too bad, there's no way to clean it up..."

"Was that a bad move?"

Lin Che stood up.

He didn't look at Cao Jiuduan, but instead looked at Elder Nie, who had remained silent.

Master Nie was staring intently at the chessboard, his brows furrowed into deep lines, his teacup hovering in mid-air, forgotten to be put down.

"Mr. Nie, do you also think it's a sliding caliper?" Lin Che asked.

Old Master Nie was startled.

He moved his chapped lips as if to say something, but ultimately shook his head: "I don't understand... It makes absolutely no sense. If a human were to make this move, I can only say they're insane."

"it is good."

Lin Che nodded.

He walked to the display stand in the center of the stage.

The kraft paper envelope, sealed for a full 24 hours, stood there.

The red sealing wax, like a scarlet eye, coldly watched the reveling humans.

"Since everyone thinks it's crazy."

Lin Che reached out and pressed his fingertips on the envelope.

"Let's see if the machines have gone mad, or if humans have gone blind."

"Open the letter."

Two words.

No nonsense.

The host swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry. He glanced at Lin Che's indifferent profile, and without daring to delay, quickly went over and picked up the envelope.

It feels very solid.

All eyes were on them.

The laughter completely disappeared.

All that remained was the sound of the envelope being torn open.

"hiss--"

The rough kraft paper was torn.

The sound was amplified infinitely in the quiet studio, sounding like the tearing apart of some stubborn fig leaf.

The host's hands trembled slightly. He turned the envelope upside down.

A sheet of white cardstock slid out.

There are no complicated words above.

There was only a printed 19x19 checkerboard pattern and a circle drawn in thick red ink.

The host glanced at it, and his pupils dilated instantly.

He suddenly looked up at the big screen, then looked down at the card.

Look up again. Look down again.

Like a broken puppet.

"This...this..."

"Read it," Lin Che commanded.

The host took a deep breath, flipped the card over, and showed it to the camera.

A high-definition lens zooms in.

Every detail is clearly visible.

The chessboard on the card is completely empty, with no other pieces.

There is only one red circle.

The location circled in red is clearly on the right side of the road, route five.

Next to the red circle is a line of text written in black marker.

[The 37th Move: God's Hand]

Coordinates: R-10

On the big screen, the coordinates of the black piece that AlphaGo just placed are R-10.

Exactly.

There wasn't even a one-micrometer deviation.

Clang.

Cao Jiuduan dropped his glasses onto the table.

But he didn't pick it up.

He was frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the card.

The sarcastic remarks that were on the tip of my tongue just seconds ago have now become thorns stuck in my throat.

"You... you predicted it?"

Cao Jiuduan's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"How is this possible? It foresaw this 'bad move'? What does this mean? Does it mean that the Microlight Brain also thought it was a good move? Have both AIs gone mad at the same time?"

Just then.

The commentator's terrified voice could be heard coming from the live broadcast signal that was connected to the Seoul stadium.

"Look at Lee Sedol!"

The large screen then switched back to Seoul.

Lee Sedol.

That proud, arrogant human chess king.

He was holding his head in his hands, practically lying face down on the chessboard.

His face flushed red, and sweat dripped from his chin onto the chessboard.

He was trembling.

It wasn't because of anger.

It's because of fear.

He stared intently at the black stone with its five-way shoulder strike, his eyes filled with despair.

"A miracle worker... a miracle worker indeed!!"

In the Beijing studio, Mr. Nie suddenly roared out.

The old man's voice cracked with excitement, and he didn't even notice the scalding hot tea he was holding spilled all over himself.

"I understand! I understand!"

Master Nie pointed at the chessboard, his fingers trembling violently.

"This stone... it's not committing suicide! It's pushing White lower! It's cutting off all of White's paths to develop in the center! This isn't a bad move; it's suffocating White's large group!"

"Fifty paces... no, it calculated at least eighty paces ahead, whether they would live or die!"

Old Nie slumped into his chair, his face ashen.

"This is a divine intervention."

"We...we are the frogs in the well."

boom.

The studio exploded.

All the guests, audience members, and staff felt as if their skulls had been opened.

First, accurate predictions.

Then, it was Elder Nie who gave his final verdict.

The person who had been mocked for so long suddenly went from being "trash" to being a "miracle".

And the man standing in the center of the stage...

Lin Che did not speak.

He simply stared quietly at Cao Jiuduan, whose face was deathly pale.

That look in his eyes contained no mockery, only a condescending pity.

It's like someone holding a telescope watching a group of primitive people still arguing about whether the sky is flat or the earth is square.

"Teacher Cao."

Lin Che spoke up.

"Is this move still a slide move?"

Cao, the 9-dan player, lowered his head, his face turning a deep purplish-red, wishing he could disappear into the ground. He wanted to argue, to defend the principles of human Go with his 9-dan dignity, but looking at the card and at Lee Sedol's devastated state, he couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Che did not wait for his reply.

He turned around and picked up the card.

"The tragedy of mankind is that it always tries to measure the unknown universe with its own pitiful experience."

"You're laughing at it."

"Because it stands at a height you cannot see."

Lin Che walked to the front of the stage, and the camera lens followed his movement.

The studio was deathly silent.

Only the crisp, cold sound of Lin Che's leather shoes on the floor could be heard.

He held up the card, obscuring half his face, revealing only a pair of deep, unfathomable eyes.

"The letter has been opened."

"The prophecy has come true."

"The face has been slapped too."

Lin Che let go.

The card floated in the air and finally landed at Cao Jiuduan's feet.

Lin Che picked up the microphone, his gaze sweeping across the entire venue, exuding an aura of supreme authority.

"Now."

"We can put away that ridiculous arrogance."

"Shall we have a proper discussion? What exactly is true AI?"