I write obituaries for the gods

Shuiwacheng is a reflection of the rain capital.

She stayed in this alley, using the puddles city as a model, calculating all the possibilities.

This is really...

Lin Chen was amazed by the wonders of the world.

If this parameter cannot be obtained, then the only option is to send a group of people to confront Triton head-on, sacrificing lives to find the optimal solution.

The newsboy's skills... were quite remarkable.

"Thank you, this is a great help." Lin Chen sincerely thanked the newsboy.

The newsboy nodded, still watching Lin Chen.

She looked at it for a long time before Lin Chen understood what she meant:

"Can I ask again?"

The newsboy nodded.

Wow, it seems the question was far too trivial, and the history related to Euclid deserves a much better price.

This business is really honest. If it were an unscrupulous merchant, they could have just kicked Lin Chen out.

But thinking about it carefully, it is indeed quite boring for a girl who likes to eat snacks to be alone in a rainy alley...

They might be eager to find some work to do.

But what questions could I possibly ask her?

Lin Chen thought for a moment and finally came to the answer:

How do I kill that powerful AI in the Black Star Nexus?

The newsboy stared at Lin Chen for a while, then took out another newspaper and handed it to him.

The newspaper didn't say anything, just a website address.

It looks like someone's blog.

The blog...the blog described how to kill that AI?

Lin Chen felt it was somewhat absurd.

But the person in front of us is, after all, a newsboy. If the information she provided earlier was correct, then there is reason to trust her.

"I understand."

Lin Chen stood up, and at that moment, the scenery of the "Mirage City" disappeared, turning back into the rainy alley.

"Thank you for your help."

The newsboy nodded slightly to Lin Chen, then stood up and took her umbrella from the hand extending from the brick wall...

Then he took out a newspaper and handed it to Lin Chen.

Are there any free gifts?

Lin Chen took the newspaper and began to read it.

This time, however, the newspapers didn't feature any headlines or intelligence reports.

Instead, it consisted of a few lines of poetry:

When the sky hangs heavy and low like a lid

It pressed down on a heart long weary of groaning.

When it completely encircles the horizon

A white light poured down, darker than the night itself.

"..."

The few lines of poetry, though short, made Lin Chen feel inexplicably uneasy.

It seems to be depicting...some kind of terrifying scene.

It seems to be depicting...

Black Star?

Lin Chen looked up at the newsboy in front of him.

The newsboy put his index finger to his lips, making a "shh" gesture.

Then, accompanied by a dizzying spin...

Lin Chen returned to the backyard of the convenience store.

......

"Poetry...did she read you the last poem?"

In the back seat of the extended Lincoln, Li Zhanyi blinked as he listened to Lin Chen recount his experience.

"Let me see the poem." She reached out her hand to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen handed the newspaper to Li Zhanyi, then leaned back slightly on the sofa.

“When the sky is like a lid…” Li Zhanyi murmured, “a white light in the darkness…”

She looked up, thought for a moment, and then continued reciting:

"When the earth becomes a damp prison, hope is like a bat, timidly flapping its wings against the prison walls and crashing headlong into the decaying ceiling."

"This poem wasn't her original work?" Lin Chen asked, somewhat surprised.

“The fourth of the melancholy poems is Baudelaire’s ‘Les Fleurs du Mal’,” Li Zhanyi said, looking at Lin Chen. “It’s a very powerful lyrical poem.”

“The passage she gave me sounded like a description of a space-based weapon falling,” Lin Chen nodded. “I thought it was a poem she wrote based on the visuals.”

“The newsboy is good at hinting,” Hualu Ri suddenly spoke up from the side. “Many times, she doesn’t express herself directly, not because she wants to tell riddles, but because, like Mayor Buendía, she is being monitored by Laplace’s demon. Once she gives too much information, she will be locked down.”

"If the newsboy gave you this line of poetry, she must be hinting at something to you."

Laplace's demon... this amazing monster from physics has appeared for the second time.

"What exactly is this Laplace's Demon?" Lin Chen asked.

Hua Luori shook his head.

Lin Chen's first reaction was that she didn't know.

But the next second, he understood:

I can't say it, or I'll be locked out.

.......

Chapter 42 Tonight's Hunt. (First Update)

Regardless of what the newsboy's poem was implying, Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi, after discussion, agreed that they could not decipher it at present.

It's more important to understand the information you have right now than to spend time pondering the metaphors in poetry.

"Clap."

In the B4 underground laboratory, Lin Chen pushed open the door and entered the bright white room.

At this very moment, Isabo is testing a deep-sea diving suit.

"You're back?" Isabel turned her head. "Based on the parameters you provided, I've set the internal depth of the deep-sea armor and conducted a small round of testing."

"What were the test results?" Lin Chen asked.

"In the real world, the maximum time a trained operator can withstand entering D-0.716731219 is 5 minutes and 32 seconds."

Isabel gave the answer directly to Lin Chen.

"The exact same time as the newsboy gave me..." Lin Chen nodded seriously.

"Really? That's so accurate?" Isabel was a little surprised. "If it's that accurate, then it does have a certain degree of credibility... I spent the whole afternoon testing it, and it gave me a headache."

Therefore, the newsboy's information appears to be accurate and quite credible.

"Did you see the address of that blog?" Lin Chen asked Professor Isabel.

"I've seen it, come here."

Isabel picked up the notebook and handed it directly to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen took the laptop and started browsing.

What appeared before Lin Chen was a blog called "Black Widow," which sounded frightening.

My blog is mostly filled with everyday things like eating and studying, and I occasionally rant about my counselor and express my cynicism.

“She looks like an ordinary college student,” Lin Chen frowned. “Wait… she said she’s majoring in artificial intelligence?”

“That’s right,” Isabel nodded. “I went to Yuda University to ask and found out that her advisor is my junior. I took the opportunity to chat with him for a bit.”

"According to him, this girl named Black Widow is a genius, a genius among geniuses. She published an SCI paper during her undergraduate studies and obtained a lot of patents during her postgraduate studies. Several companies were vying for her."

"After graduation, she joined the foundation, and then we never heard from her again."

"Is this a common occurrence?" Lin Chen asked.

"It's not very common, unless it's part of a top-secret project."

Isabel nodded seriously:

"If this information is also true, then the Black Star Nexus AI is most likely her creation."

"Our university really produces a lot of talented people," Li Zhanyi muttered. "Sigh, besides our literature department, what else can literature graduates do..."

"Go to the foundation to write fake news and create hype for the demigod's marketing?" Lin Chen suddenly had a whimsical idea.

"Go to hell." Li Zhanyi nudged Lin Chen with his elbow.

"In short, your Section Chief Jiang tried to look for her for a while, but ultimately couldn't find out even the slightest bit of information," Professor Isabel shrugged. "It's like she... vanished into thin air."

Vanished without a trace.

Lin Chen looked at the date of the last blog update: three years ago.

This blog post is a selfie taken at the airport. The girl in the picture is shy and naive, wearing large-framed glasses, as ordinary as the uneven wrinkles on her shirt.

It's hard to imagine that this ordinary young girl is an extraordinary AI genius.

"Where is her registered residence?" Lin Chen suddenly thought of a direction.

"Huh? Let me ask you something."

Professor Isabel picked up her phone and started typing furiously.

She quickly looked up:

"She's from Yuhen County, and her ethnicity is... an indigenous person of Yuzhen!"

The original inhabitants of Rain Town...

The first thing Lin Chen thought of was that bronze mask.

The original inhabitants of Rain Town... From the time Lin Chen arrived in Rain Capital until now, this name has always been shrouded in mystery for him.

They seem to never reveal their true selves in public, living a life of quiet seclusion.

Coincidentally, Mayor Buendía had also hinted to Lin Chen to go to Rainscar County to investigate the origins of Rain Town.

Let's take this opportunity to visit Rain Town.

......

The foundation's headquarters is located in Mingzhutan District.

"That's the situation. The American forces have infiltrated Yudu and successfully invaded the central command..."

"However, there were no traces of reading inside the central core, so it seems they know nothing about it."

In the rocking chair in the president's office, Triton crossed his legs and sized up Mr. Z in front of him.

"You mean, the Executive Committee allowed American troops to infiltrate our city and enter the central command so easily?"

"Rest assured, the central hub cannot be destroyed. The hub AI has been uploaded to the network," Mr. Z bowed slightly. "As long as the source code is not obtained, viruses targeting it will never be developed, and the hub will live on the internet forever until we need it."

“Black Widow has always been under our control,” Triton said in a low voice. “Is she in contact with her family?”