Chapter 2

Listening to the cold female voice in his head, Zhang Tongming's pupil suddenly narrowed to the size of a pinhole.

"Ah, how did my auxiliary chip come with me?"

"No, this is my golden finger, isn't it? Other people go through all kinds of systems, or there is a shopping mall that can be regarded as a downfall. No matter how hard it is, there is also an old man. How come we have only one auxiliary chip? "

In 2050, the fourth artificial intelligence revolution broke out. Like the first industrial revolution, the second industrial revolution and the third scientific and technological revolution, the fourth artificial intelligence revolution brought new productivity, and the auxiliary chip that came with Zhang Tongming is one of the most outstanding products of the artificial intelligence revolution.

Assistive chip is an essential part of human work and life in modern society, because it involves ethics, human rights, and many other aspects. Assistive chip does not have an independent intelligent existence like other products in the fourth revolution, but it has another magical function, that is, it will continuously improve analysis with the continuous growth of host's experience and knowledge, The ability of storage can better serve the host.

In his heart, although he was extremely depressed about his suffering, Zhang Tongming didn't have any hesitation. He said silently in his heart, "chip, scan my whole body, and transfer out the body data."

"Drop, scan completed, main data as follows:

"Power 2.0"

"Constitution 1.8"

"Speed 1.9"

A three-dimensional figure clearly emerges in Zhang Tongming's mind. Through this, Zhang Tongming can fully understand the functions of his body.

Staring at the data that each item exceeds 1, Zhang Tongming's Adam's apple wriggles for a moment, and an idea suddenly rises in his mind. Is the Ferguson family Knights breathing like this?

On the earth, strength, physique, agility data, the average adult male data is about 1, three data above 1.5, is already the Olympic level athletes, like Conner Ferguson such three data are close to 2, I'm afraid the Olympic champion can't do it! According to Conner Ferguson's memory, the reason for this effect is largely due to his cavalier breathing practice since he was a child.

As soon as his eyebrows were raised, Zhang Tongming seemed to think of something. With a dignified look, he recited again in his heart: "the chip integrates the subject's memory and analyzes the cause of the heart injury just now!"

"Di, obey the will of the subject, the task begins!"

With the sound of the chip falling, in Zhang Tongming's mind, the memory of Connor Ferguson is like a movie.

A quarter of an hour later, the sound of the chip rang out in Zhang Tongming's mind again.

"At the end of the analysis, a total of 59 possibilities were found, of which 95% were cursed, and the other 58 possibilities were less than 1%!"

"Curse?" Zhang Tongming's eyebrows are tightly wrinkled. As an Internet writer, he still has the basic logical reasoning ability. Now the situation is very obvious. Connor Ferguson was cursed and killed, so his soul and consciousness completely disappeared, leaving only the body. But for some reason, he came to this world, And chance under the chance to cross to Ferguson's body.

If that's true, then the question is, why is Connor cursed? Who cursed Connor?

Curse itself is easy to be associated with words such as wizard and evil. What's more, in the world where Zhang Tongming is now living, extraordinary power is real, which is more likely to arouse people's imagination.

He shook his head slightly, and Zhang Tongming sighed. From the simple and cursory view of Connor's memory, there is no obvious clue to explain why Connor was cursed to death. Now he can only walk, watch and feel the stone to cross the river!

When he came to the window, Zhang Tongming stretched out his hand and opened the curtain made of silk. Looking out at the Gothic buildings and the red and bloody moon hanging high above the night, Zhang Tongming sighed deeply and looked up at the red moon. With all kinds of complicated emotions on his face, he whispered to himself: "wonderful world, I, Zhang Tongming, no Here comes Connor Ferguson

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Zhang Tongming, who thinks he is Connor Ferguson, has just come through, but he doesn't get much rest time. Just the next day, he has completely taken part in Connor's life.

As a sophomore in history at Green University, Connor still has two years to complete his studies thoroughly. Now his studies are still very heavy. Besides weekends, there are all kinds of courses waiting for him every day from Monday to Friday.After a day's hard work, the tired Connor Ferguson did not return to his gorgeous apartment at 16 Rand street in the east of roon, but walked slowly to the center of roon.

Although it's January, which belongs to the winter of the seaport city of roon, because of the existence of warm current, the temperature of roon has been maintained at about minus three or four degrees, which is not too cold.

Tightening his windbreaker, Connor stops in front of a restaurant called clover. There is a glimmer of confusion in his eyes, but he soon returns to the state of pure brightness.

Last night, in addition to mastering his own body, Connor also did another thing, that is to find the clue of his being cursed. Unfortunately, after carefully sorting out his memory, Connor realized that some pieces of his memory had disappeared out of thin air. He didn't remember anything!

The most obvious sign is that he remembers that he and a young lady named Rebecca had dinner in this clover restaurant 24 hours before he was cursed to death, but he can't remember what he ate or did!

After sorting out the high collar windbreaker and top hat which are very popular among the Kaman aristocrats, Connor walks into the clover restaurant with the sweet smile of the beautiful waitresses.

Perhaps because it's only 3 p.m., there are not many people in the restaurant. There are only two tables of guests enjoying the delicious food in such a big restaurant.

Glancing at the guests at the two tables, Conner nodded irretrievably, then turned and walked to the front desk of the restaurant.

Seeing Connor coming up to him, the middle-aged man, who seems to be checking the accounts at the front desk, was slightly stunned. But he immediately put on a polite smile and said, "Hello, sir, I'm EMMAN, the manager of this clover restaurant. I don't know what can I do for you?"