"Let me talk to them. Although I don't know what to say."

Chen Feng took a step forward and stood in front of the indicator board.

Ou Qinglan nodded, pressed the button with his finger, and said, "Fanxing, let Chen Feng talk to the collective will of the Blankers."

In fact, there was no need for Ou Qinglan's order at all, Fanxing had already started to act.

A beam of light was projected from the top of the indicator board, shining directly on Chen Feng's face.

This beam of light can read his brain wave information as accurately as possible, with higher accuracy than ordinary equipment. At the same time, it can also transmit interference signals with a larger amount of information directly to his brain, and directly establish information in the visual hub and auditory hub in his brain.

This is certainly not memory infusion, it just skips the process of language and eyeball compilation of information, making it easier for him to obtain information quickly.

Fanxing: "Okay, you can talk to them. You can speak directly with your mouth, and when you open your mouth, they can still receive your brain wave signals."

Chen Feng nodded.

He understood what Fanxing meant.

The most common way for people to communicate is still language, and you have to open your mouth to speak.

In the past, there were two carriers of language, text and speech.

Now there is brain wave communication.

Text is responsible for profundity, because it can leave time for readers to think.

Brain waves are responsible for direct, efficient and high-precision information transmission.

Words are responsible for sensationalism, because the voice can have ups and downs, richer tone and expression changes, and can be combined with body language.

Some very subtle emotions need to be directly conveyed, and can only be expressed through words.

What Chen Feng had to do now was to convince these people, so it was best to open his mouth and speak.

A hazy figure emerged in his mind.

This figure was in the shape of a human, but its face and body shape were changing at an extremely fast speed.

The speed of change was so fast that the naked eye could not catch it at all, but the brain could barely keep up with it, which made people extremely uncomfortable and dizzy.

Ou Qinglan's reminder rang beside him, "Be careful, the figure you see is the collective will of nearly 8 million people, which completes a cycle every 0.01 seconds, which will cause great pressure on you."

Chen Feng did not reply, but just nodded slightly.

In fact, he adapted very quickly. In less than two seconds, he could "stare" at the hazy figure in his mind.

That is not the entity of the collective will of the Blankers, but only a projection medium created by the stars for communication.

The so-called will has no entity. It is a semi-mechanized group consciousness produced under the high-speed quantum brain wave resonance system, which is different from the stars.

Consciousness is ethereal and exists both in the interconnected network space of the laboratory and in the mind of each Blanker.

But the other party did not take the initiative to communicate with him, and seemed to have no interest in him, still immersed in his own logical reasoning process.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and said, "Hello."

"Hello, Chen Feng."

Eight million different voices said the same sentence at almost the same moment. The wonderful resonance of the sound cavity seemed to make people feel like they were in a valley, listening to the whispering of monks all over the mountain.

The other party's answer instantly stopped Chen Feng's prepared words.

He had planned to introduce himself first, giving himself various titles, such as the dual leader in science and art thousands of years ago, the killer of artificial intelligence, the strongest warrior in human history, the great leader of the United Government, the savior who has repeatedly defeated battles across timelines, etc., to scare this collective personality of unknown maturity, and then invite these people to join his camp as a leader to resist the invaders.

He didn't expect to be called out by his name as soon as he opened his mouth.

It was explained that Ou Qinglan and Fanxing must have conveyed the whole story of Chen Feng to them before, but it didn't work. The other party just threw a word "Why?" and then said that they didn't want to care about him.

Chen Feng decided to get straight to the point, "Humanity needs your help."

Blank: "We have already given the answer."

"For you, is meaningless death more valuable than providing help to your own kind?"

Blank: "We are not of the same kind. Secondly, death is the relief we dream of, and it is not meaningless."

"I helped you eliminate Lei, shouldn't you give me some help?"

Blank: "But you also created Lei."

Chen Feng was stunned.

After a long time, he slowly said, "I'm sorry."

"We don't mean to blame you. We don't hate you or Lei. We don't have any hatred. We don't know how to be grateful. Even if it wasn't you who destroyed Lei, but someone who had nothing to do with Lei, we wouldn't be grateful at all. We just can't find the meaning of existence."

"Aren't I giving you meaning?" "

But that's yours, humanity's, not ours."

The topic returned to the original point, "based on what."

This seems to be a dead knot that can never be untied.

Are Blankers human?

Of course they are.

But they have never enjoyed even a second of their life journey as a human being.

Ethically and logically, they are not.

They are indeed not in a position to help humans.

If you want to convince the other party, then you can only defeat these Blankers with perfect logic in logic.

Lei gave a success rate assessment, 0%.

At this time, Ou Qinglan next to her whispered in surprise, the monitoring index in front of her that represents the progress of the Blanker group calculation has become 100%.

Ou Qinglan's face was ashen, and he whispered in a low voice: "It's over."

She covered her face and sobbed softly, "Don't go, please. I beg you. Humanity needs you. I beg you!"

Later on, she was already holding her head and shouting hysterically, begging desperately.

But it was all in vain.

No one can make the Blankers have any emotional fluctuations.

If they understand sympathy, then they will understand anger, and will quickly collapse because of their own experiences, entering an endless cycle of despair, and the anger ignited by the unfairness of fate will burn away all rationality.

In short, this group of Blankers will be like those who failed to be rescued, quickly extinguishing their self-consciousness, and silently and peacefully going to death.

Even though Fanxing had no feelings, she said the same thing in Chen Feng's heart, "There is no hope."

Chen Feng shook his head slightly, "Not necessarily, they haven't left yet. They can't resist the complex emotions in their hearts towards me, so they want to say goodbye to me."

Ou Qinglan raised his head sharply, "What emotions?"

"They say they don't hate me, but they still hate me. They say they are not grateful, but they are grateful. In this world, no one except me can make them have such complex emotional changes. When they took the initiative to call out my name, their nascent collective personality had actually taken a big step forward. You let me do it, and I made the right decision."

Ou Qinglan: "Ah?"

Chen Feng smiled and rubbed Ou Qinglan's head again, "Little girl, you are still young and don't understand these complex psychological knowledge. Read more books, and when you grow up, you will naturally understand."

Chen Feng, who had already thought of a solution, felt much more relaxed and even subconsciously teased Teacher Ou.

Retracting his suicidal hand, he continued, "A new question is brewing in the logic of the Blank One, and it needs my answer. They will leave only after I answer it."

As expected, the light and shadow of the Blank One did not disappear quickly, but spoke again.

His tone was calmer and lonelier than before.

"Chen Feng, we are leaving."

"I know."

"You didn't try to keep us like she did?"

"No, because it's meaningless."

"Can you tell us why?"

"It's a sacrifice."

Blank One: "Why us?"

There was finally a hint of anger in their tone.

Chen Feng tilted his neck slightly, "I want to ask myself the same question, why me?"

As he spoke, he suddenly said loudly to Fanxing in his heart: "Reveal my memory to them."

Needless to say, memory transmission is very complicated. It is impossible to accomplish under normal circumstances.

But the amazing thing is that all the conditions for implementation are in place in the current situation.

First of all, collective will is impossible.

There are too many coincidences in the process of their birth. Even if all conditions are met, there is still a high possibility of failure, but it may not happen again.

Human memory cannot be stored in digitized form.

But Fanxing read Chen Feng's memory and stored it in her huge database.

The opposite side is a mechanized thinking collective that can receive data transmission and store huge memory data.

Due to the randomness and instability of memory data, a fulcrum is needed as a medium during transmission, which is Chen Feng himself standing here.

One after another, it is impossible to be broken, and now all conditions are ripe.

Fanxing will not ask "why", and will execute it immediately after hearing it.

In the blink of an eye, an extremely large amount of data is running at high speed through the quantum information in Chen Feng's mind, and it bursts into the figure composed of the collective personality.

Time in the outside world has only passed in an instant, but for the eight million people in the collective will, it is a thousand years in an instant.

They have "seen" Chen Feng's life so far.

Eight million Blanks felt Chen Feng's will to struggle in despair, and his courage to shoulder the fate of civilization on his own.

A huge question emerged in the logic of the collective will.

Obviously...

he was just an ordinary mortal in the 21st century.

He was not even a noble person.

Why could he do this?

We sacrificed one life.

He has sacrificed six lives, and is about to sacrifice the seventh.

But he did not give up. Although he complained, he still moved forward in silence.

"Why?"

The Blank raised his voice, and the eight million confused and puzzled questions were like a thunderous sound.

Chen Feng did not answer.

"Why you?"

The Blank asked again.

Their questions were not answered, and they became more and more.

Chen Feng still did not answer.

"Why didn't you think about giving up?"

Chen Feng answered: "Because giving up won't change anything, I don't have the qualifications to give up."

"But you held on, you didn't collapse."

"This doesn't conform to the basic principles of psychology!" The tone of this sentence changed, probably just the conclusion of some of the blanks who delved deeply into psychology.

This means that the collective will is gradually beginning to split.

The reason for the split is that the absolute logic caused by their growth environment and the influence of "Song of the World" has cracks, and their humanity is gradually recovering.

The recovery rate may be very low and cannot be quantified, but it exists objectively.

Once a person has human nature, his emotions will change, and his views will go in different directions, no longer perfectly coordinated, so he splits.

Chen Feng smiled, "So I may be an alien chosen by fate. Now, in this timeline, you are also unfortunately chosen. Do you want to come with me?"

The silence lasted for a long time.

About ten minutes later, eight million voices spoke in unison, both divided and unified.

"Humanity owes us, but we don't blame humanity. Humanity did nothing wrong, and humanity tried, but failed. You also owe us, but you didn't do anything wrong either. You are not the culprit, and neither is Lei. The culprit is the shackles of fate hanging over humanity, the solar system barrier! It is the invaders who are about to arrive! They really owe us!" "

The Freedom Front has never given up on us, and you have never given up on humanity. We have no regrets in this life, thank you for giving us the meaning of existence. We are not here for revenge, nor for defeating the enemy, that is your business. We just want to get proof through you that we really existed."

"We...stay. Thank you, Chen Feng."

After saying that, the light and shadow in Chen Feng's mind suddenly disappeared.

Chen Feng raised his head slightly.

The closed metal hall was still dark, but in his pupils he seemed to vaguely see countless tiny stars floating in the sky, returning to their respective nests like tired birds returning to the forest.

Ou Qinglan, who was watching the monitor nearby, shouted in ecstasy: "It's moving! It's started! All the mathematical proof sub-projects formulated by Fanxing before have started to progress! Let me see the estimated completion time, hiss..."

Chen Feng walked over, "What's wrong?"

Ou Qinglan turned around and looked at the eight million "glass coffins" that seemed to be in eternal silence, and murmured: "They are overloading their brain computing power. They have increased our total computing power by 1.8 times, and the project can be completed in six months. They bought us a month to manufacture equipment."

Chen Feng: "What is the cost?"

"At the latest, six months and a few days later, their brains will wither like autumn leaves."

Chen Feng was slightly startled, then he looked back at the metal room, raised his hand and waved, "Thank you."

Then he gently pulled Ou Qinglan, "Let's go, don't disturb them."

As the two were about to enter the elevator, Fanxing said in Chen Feng's mind: "Just now they asked me to pass a message to you."

"Yes."

Fanxing: "They said you don't have to feel sad for them. On the contrary, they are very excited now. Someone inside also said that it is better to burn out the blood than to die."

More than ten minutes later, Chen Feng returned to the villa alone.

Ou Qinglan went to Xingfeng Science City.

In addition to advancing the progress of his own project, Ou Qinglan was also assigned a new task.