Chapter 643 Correct Use of Number Zero

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As soon as Ling Mo said this, the other two were stunned.

What do you mean by this...?

On the contrary, Ai Feng didn't show any surprise at all. He straightened his head again with a "click", then stared at Ling Mo with a strange expression, and opened his mouth a little slow in response: "Hey...hehe..."

This laughter really makes people feel creepy, as if someone is scratching back and forth on the sandpaper with their fingernails. Not only is it unpleasant, but it also goes straight to the brain.

Ling Mo couldn't help but frowned slightly. The two of them just thought it was unpleasant, but they didn't know that the laughter also had a mental impact...

To be able to do this, this mental power is really strong.

But even so, there was something wrong with the way those two looked at Ai Feng.

Ai Feng's acquiescence shows that what Ling Mo said is exactly the literal meaning.

Comprehensible is understood, but this situation is really unacceptable!

Speaking of participating, does it mean this creepy way of appearing? ! This is also too thoroughly involved!

"It seems that you are number 0." Ling Mo put his hand in his pocket and said.

Just a moment ago, he suddenly sensed a strong mental wave.

And when Ai Feng asked him to come out, Ling Mo also clearly sensed a spiritual force locking him.

At this time, hiding has lost its meaning, so he simply stood up.

But such a tyrannical mental strength is not what Ai Feng should have at all. Ling Mo has never seen him in this situation before.

But after much deliberation, this can be done in this branch. There is only the number 0.

Ling Mo made a bold guess. The other party actually admitted it frankly.

"You are... better than last time... I... amazed." Ai Feng said again.

It doesn't sound like he has a bad tongue. It's as if the body and nerves are out of sync.

"I'm also surprised that you can speak human language." Ling Mo said, "I always thought you were just a biological machine for information exchange and aggregation."

At this time, another voice came from behind the three of Ai Feng: "I thought so too."

The two immediately turned their heads nervously, and shouted in horror: "Mu Chen/Mu team?!"

"Just call me Mu Chen." Mu Chen said with some self-deprecation, "At this point, I am also your enemy of Nirvana."

"That's just now..." One of them looked at Mu Chen, and then at Ling Mo.

He understood now, it turned out that it was these two people who made fun of them...

Ling Mo gave up on the sneak attack. Mu Chen felt that there was no need for him to keep hiding as the bait.

Especially the sudden change at this moment, which he did not expect at all...

This "fishing plan" was going well!

This plan was proposed by Ling Mo, but it also has his share of credit.

It was Mu Chen who provided Ling Mo with detailed information about the character of the commander Ai Feng, as well as the real situation of the branch...

For example, the reason why Ai Feng reacted so strongly, and even acted a little irrational,

The main reason is that, in the eyes of the headquarters, this branch does not have enough weight.

The branch itself is not taken seriously, let alone the boss in charge of the branch?

In the mind of the headquarters, Ai Feng is not even as good as an experimental product like No. 1.

People speak lightly. To have made such a big mistake, Ai Feng's future can be described as gloomy. Of course it will go berserk.

But when Ling Mo heard this, he felt very surprised: "A branch monopolizes a city, it's amazing..."

"All the really good ones have been transferred to the headquarters." Mu Chen replied, "Otherwise it will be Ai Feng's turn? It's just that there is No. 0, and the branch can collect a lot of intelligence and experimental data to provide to the headquarters, so we can Continue to keep it. It is said that it is a branch, but the meaning of existence is actually concentrated on No. 0. Now you should know how important it is for the branch that you hurt No. 0."

"Then why don't you just bring No. 0 to the headquarters?" Ling Mo asked suddenly.

Mu Chen could only shake his head: "I don't know..."

"But after all, No. 0 is just a high-power telegraph, right?" Ling Mo asked after thinking about it.

Mu Chen frowned and thought for a while, then nodded, "Basically... right..."

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Right!

Mu Chen is completely stupid now, he has been in the branch for so long, and he has known Ai Feng for a long time, but he never knew that this is the correct way to use No. 0!

Sure enough, the boss must have hidden something behind his back!

But Ai Feng didn't pay attention to Mu Chen at all, still staring at Ling Mo: "Machine? No...you're right...half."

He actually defended himself very seriously: "That is... a container."

"What do you mean?" Ling Mo asked with a frown.

"I..." Ai Feng shook his head, but he spoke much more smoothly, "I...is composed of many...memories..."

But suddenly, his tone suddenly became sharp: "Shut up! What kind of memory, that's called consciousness! Idiot!"

"Aren't they all the same? Don't argue, let him continue talking!"

"This is simple, let me do it. Isn't it just that many consciousness bodies are gathered together, and then the main body is squeezed out, and finally another one is replaced!"

"Haha, to supplement and supplement, it was changed to a body that has not yet had consciousness!"

"Just now... who said the conscious body? That's memory..."

At this time, his head shook again, his eyes recovered from the confusion just now, and his tone of voice returned to the previous state again: "The container has no binding force... I can... transfer it to him like this. "

"Fuck..." A group of people were dumbfounded.

In the situation just now, it was as if Ai Feng played n roles by himself, and then quarreled with himself.

It was Ling Mo who came back to his senses first, but his expression was still a little unbelievable.

When he first came into contact with No. 0, although he only saw some hazy fragments, Ling Mo always believed it. This is a specially bred. Incapable of voluntary movement. Impure abilities...

But the real situation is still more shocking than he imagined...

Ai Feng was chattering all over just now, but Ling Mo still understood the general meaning.

The original existence of No. 0 may have been an ordinary psychic power user.

In some way, they transferred the psychic powers of the others into the mind of this one. But unlike Ling Mo's devouring, these spiritual powers were not absorbed as pure spiritual energy, but kneaded together with memory and consciousness. When the last nascent body couldn't bear it, they made this big mess. Stuffed into another "container".

Although Ling Mo didn't know exactly how it "exploded", but thinking about it, a person's mind is stuffed with countless memories and different ways of thinking at the same time, it's like standing in a square day and night listening to a crowd of people Arguing with oneself, after a long time, he would either commit suicide or go crazy.

It's a good thing they can figure out this method...

But what is "a body that does not yet have consciousness"? Ordinary zombies?

Before Ling Mo could ask, Mu Chen said, "That...baby..."

"ah?"

This has no beginning and no end, what are you talking about...

Mu Chen said with a look of horror: "I mean that baby! No. 0 was originally a baby put in an incubator! But I don't know the birth process...I thought..."

he said. He involuntarily took two steps back, apparently also shocked by this fact.

Even the other two couldn't help but backed away. This kind of consciousness that can be "transferred" is really scary...

Ling Mo nodded thoughtfully. This answer fits perfectly with the scene he "saw" at the time...

"You don't need to..." Ai Feng laughed, and twisted his neck "Kaka", "I'm... restricted, here."

"Also, your transfer is also conditional." Ling Mo sharply raised another point.

Ai Feng stopped talking, but clenched his fists angrily.

"really……"

Now I know why No. 0 can only stay here. It seems that in order to keep his position, Ai Feng has kept more than one hand.

It is estimated that only Ai Feng can use such a method, and he is equivalent to the exclusive spare container of No. 0.

"No. 0 is his parents, no wonder he is so nervous." Ling Mo thought to himself.

At this moment, Ai Feng is equivalent to a powerful psychic supernatural power. Since No. 0 is not only a "telegraph", it must have other abilities.

Ling Mo and Mu Chen looked at each other, and then exchanged a look.

Although Mu Chen hasn't come out of the shock yet, he also knows that this is not the time to struggle.

He clenched his knife tightly and turned his gaze to the two members.

Ling Mo focused his attention on Ai Feng, and they both shouted at the same time: "Do it!"

With one kick, Mu Chen kicked a small tea table beside him towards one of them, and at the same time threw himself at the other with a knife.

Ling Mo shot out dozens of tentacles from the spiritual light group, sealing off all directions in front of Ai Feng.

But the other two were still in a sluggish state, while Ai Feng had already reacted to Ling Mo's surprise attack.

A strong mental wave suddenly appeared around him, blocking all of Ling Mo's mental tentacles.

As soon as the two strands of mental energy collided, the tentacles suddenly disappeared, but some of them suddenly became materialized at the moment when they collided with those mental fluctuations.

The mental attack suddenly turned into a physical attack. This kind of transformation is beyond the imagination of most people, let alone coping with it.

But when Ai Feng's body was about to be pierced into a hedgehog, he suddenly let out an ugly laugh.

At the same time, his body leaned back strangely, dodging Ling Mo's materialized tentacles just as he was about to be pierced.

Following him, he continued to move around in a small area, and dodged one by one in a daze.

But in the process, his protective layer of mental fluctuations did not disappear because of this, and it turned out to block both mental and physical attacks at the same time.

The smile on the corner of Ling Mo's mouth had gradually disappeared, his hands were drawn out of his trouser pockets, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

"Fuck..." (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)