Chapter 388

At the beginning of the day, the iron and steel forest of the imperial capital was lit by countless electric lights.

Under the neon lights, the city is still full of traffic and people.

Standing in front of the glass window on the 27th floor, Zhang Hui looks out the window at the avenue.

Few people know that the present imperial capital has entered a period of comprehensive vigilance.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and policemen roamed the streets, night markets and night markets.

Countless cameras monitor every intersection and every street in the city.

Several supercomputers have been enabled.

Data flows through it.

Experts, examining these data, worked out a plan.

Tens of billions of dollars have been allocated.

And all this is for the coming fraternity.

Thinking of these, Zhang Hui sighed.

"General..." His personal secretary, coming up behind him, whispered, "the meeting you have arranged is ready."

"Well!" Zhang Hui nodded, turned to look at each other: "then start it!"

He went to a conference room ahead and opened the door.

People in the conference room stood up one after another.

There are more than 20 men and women.

"General!" People saluted.

Zhang Hui raised her hand in return, then went to the throne and sat down.

He pressed his hand: "all sit down!"

People sat down in neat rows.

"Talk about it..." He looked at these people and said, "what progress have you made in the" defamation "project so far

"Defamation" is a top secret project led by Zhang Hui.

All the organizers were selected by him.

All the participants were selected from the closed environment of the black guards, the army and the prison.

The so-called "defamation" is derived from the book of Rites: gentle and honest, the teaching of the book of songs, dredge the knowledge, and the teaching of the book of songs. Therefore, the loss of the book of songs is due to ignorance, and the loss of the book of songs is false.

So, it's actually the book project.

To be exact, it is a research project of online novel.

The plan was launched more than 20 days ago.

Half a month ago, Zhang Hui officially listed it as a top secret plan and named it "defamation.".

Now, the "defamation" project has become the largest research project of the black guards.

There are tens of thousands of participants alone.

The organizers are all the same.

They are the elite and backbone of the black guards, who have been examined and tested at all levels.

"General!" A beautiful woman stood up and replied, "we have basically acquired basic knowledge about some extraordinary characteristics of the target."

Zhang Hui looks at her.

This is Zheng Qinghe, his former deputy, from the royal family of the Western Song Dynasty.

In terms of her title, she is still a princess!

"Colonel Zheng, please continue!" Zhang Hui carefully picked up a notebook and began to record.

"Yes Zheng Qinghe held out his chest and then reported: "according to the comparative analysis..."

"We are sure that the target has some kind of automatic screening capability..."

"If not specially reminded..."

"About half of the test objects will ignore the existence of the task target on the web page..."

"And one third of the people who noticed it didn't want to open it at all..."

"And the rest of the people, after reading, are willing to take the initiative to click on the collection Less than one tenth... "

"We asked them..."

"Got the following answer..."

"I don't know what the author is writing, about 20%..."

"About 40% of them are puzzled about the plot..."

"I have no feeling..."

"But in a few cases, after reading, they often have nightmares..."

"They tell us that they dream of being in the world described in the novel..."

"They mentioned the words' alien 'and' engineer '..."

"This is a survey of ordinary people..."

"And when the respondents turn to the supernatural and the alien..."

"Eighty percent of people ignore the book on the web page..."

"Among the rest, only about a hundred people click in to read..."

"And these people basically said that the book is quite novel, and it should be the work of a mortal brain tonic."

"Two cases report that they appear in the world described in the novel in their sleep..."

"The icy Arctic..."

"They told of their dream of fighting with the" iron blood "from alien stars"Even one person wakes up and finds himself holding an alien weapon captured in his dream..."

Zheng Qinghe took a box out from under the table.

She pressed and the box opened.

Inside is a metal spear, but full of science fiction.

Zheng Qinghe picked it up, and the spear immediately shrank to less than an inch. With a gentle wave, it turned into a spear again. It was extremely sharp!

"According to the assessment, the alien creatures they encounter can be invisible, and have infrared scanning and locking technology equipment..."

"Their miniaturized missiles are good for fighting close combat."

"Comprehensive combat effectiveness, about equivalent to a lieutenant..."

Zhang Hui listened and tapped on the table.

Although he knew for a long time that the book he wrote had extraordinary characteristics.

But

Let people enter another world in their dreams, and even bring back their booty

This is a little unexpected.

It's a bit similar to the "nightmare space" feature listed in the top secret files of the federal empire.

No

Nightmare space is afraid to be known to the outside world.

Therefore, its participants are forbidden to disclose all information to the public, and violators will be "wiped out.".

Zhang Hui has seen several cases that disappeared immediately after reporting relevant information to the superior.

But this one has no taboos.

This shows that he doesn't care about being known.

Thinking of these, Zhang Hui looked at another person in charge and asked, "what about you, Colonel Yangbo?"

The bald Captain stood up, saluted and reported, "report to general There are also relevant progress and reports in the responsible part of the Department I have written a document for the specific contents... "

He handed a data storage card to Zhang Hui.

"Here, I'd like to brief you on our progress with the general..."

"It's the research part of conscious guidance that's under my command," he said

"With the cooperation of prisons, armed forces and a large number of staff from state institutions, nearly 10000 people have been tested under their command..."

"Actively guide them to read, but do not set any conditions..."

"According to the survey, most ordinary people said," although the author's writing is absurd, it's interesting. "

" only, they finally chose to give up collection! "

"In the inquiry into the reasons, seven adults said that they chose to do so because of physiological and psychological reasons..."

"And for these reasons, they can't describe it accurately..."

"And the remaining 30% shows the clear reason..."

"These reasons can be roughly divided into five categories..."

"Fear and fear are the reasons for the majority!"

"There are also a few people who say they heard strange whispers..."

Hearing this, Zhang Hui's eyes lit up slowly.

Weird whispers?

Is it like spiritual language?

So he asked, "are there any changes in those who hear whispers?"

Yang Bo shakes his head.

"So, harmless spiritual language?" He thought.

Yang Bo went on to report: "and in the relevant transcendental survey, we found something more interesting..."

"Almost all the extraordinary people who participated in reading indicated that they had psychological or physical pleasure in the process of reading..."

"About three adults said that after reading, their training process was more smooth than usual Moreover, some people say that they have entered a state similar to "Epiphany"

Zhang Hui raised his head: "the writing of spiritual language?"

"And is it harmless in writing?"

Thinking about this, he asked, "Colonel Yang So, can any of them collect it? "

Yang Bo shook his head: "compared with ordinary people, the description of the extraordinary is more accurate..."

"Most people said that when they were thinking about collecting, they got some kind of warning of the coming crisis..."

"A small number of people reported that they felt like walking on thin ice or falling into the abyss!"

"Comments?" Zhang Hui asked the key he wanted to ask: "is there any reward?"

Yang Bo shook his head: "according to his research, no one is willing to do these things!"

"Experts say that..." "It may be the effect of some kind of wide-ranging mental technique," he said

"Some experts say that the author may be consciously screening readers..."

"Only those who have a destiny are allowed to..."

Zhang Hui looked at Zheng Qinghe: "what about you, Colonel Zheng?"

Zheng Qinghe replied: "general, there are people who have successfully left messages here..."Zhang Hui nodded.

He thought deeply.

Judging from the arrogance of the ancient god, it was entirely predictable that he would do such a thing.

It's just

Zhang Hui thought of a key point.

Looking at Zheng Qinghe and Yangbo, he asked, "in other words "The author" does not prohibit the "readers", no matter what kind of reading they are

They nodded.

Zhang Hui laughed: "then go on..."

"How many words are there now He asked.

"A hundred thousand more!" Zheng Qinghe replied.

"Good!" Zhang Hui said, "then wait Go on... "

"Let's see what kind of story the author wants to tell!"

Maybe you can get more from the story.

……………………………………

It's late at night.

Ling Ping An stretched out and made a cup of tea for himself.

Look up and look at the time.

It's more than ten.

Outside the street, cold and clear, the evening wind blowing, rolled up a few dead leaves.

He tightened his clothes and breathed out: "it seems that we have to wear cotton shoes in the future."

He didn't feel cold yet.

But he is used to preparing for the cold before the cold comes!

Take a sip of tea and warm yourself immediately.

Meow!

Best kitten, looking at Lingping anxiously, the little guy is full of longing and pleading.

Ling Ping An smiles and shares half of the tea with it.

Then, one person and one cat, they all began to enjoy drinking.

Ling Ping'an has refreshed the backstage.

he smashed his mouth and sighed, "it seems that the result is a little poor..."

It has been more than 20 days since the upload.

Last week's water test was postponed and there was no recommendation.

As bleak as his previous books!

The dream of the sixth white in the Central Plains also wakes up.

But he didn't lose heart!

"Gold always shines!" He encouraged himself.

Meow!

The cat, best, cried softly, praising his master.

"I can do it!" Ling Ping An clenched his fist.

At this time, the corner of his eye glanced to the top left of the background, as if there was an unread text message.

He points it out and sees the message.

"New book push!" He was excited: "I have such a good recommendation next week!"

"I really want to thank the editor."

In his mind, the result is so poor that he can't expect any recommendation at all. He can only endure it slowly until it is on the shelves, and then eat some full attendance and contribution fee.

He has already acquiesced to this ending.

But how can you push?

Great!

The editor must have taken care of him.

But he knew there that his superficial data were very bad.

But this is the age of big data.

The website backstage has monitored and counted tens of thousands of users and tourists who read regularly.

They keep up with reading every day.

But not collection, not recommended, no message.

Like the silent majority!

This strange phenomenon, let the website after observing for a while, hesitated to make such a decision.

After all

In the era of Internet economy, traffic is money!

No one can't get along with money.

Ling Ping An sits up happily. In order to celebrate the push next week, he plans to write more today.

So, crackling code word sound, again ring.

Best cat, lying on the counter, drinking tea and playing with the bronze gluttonous, had a good time.

……………………………………

Mei Qing glided carefully over the polluted river.

Poisonous Hanoi, that innumerable ghosts and ghosts, feel the breath of strangers, have come back.

Unfortunately

It's a little late!

Mei Qing fell steadily on the other side of the river.

She looked ahead.

This is the destination of her trip.

Baotou mountain in Yuhua Prefecture!

It is said that there was a big demon in this place hundreds of years ago.

Later, the monks and disciples from the eastern land passed by here, and the big demons and the little monsters all became ghosts under the monks' sticks!

Think of the legend of the holy monk.

Mei Qing's brows were locked.

"What monk?" She severely scolded: "the source of disaster in the world!"Eastern god monk, go to the West Tianda Leiyin temple to get scriptures.

This is a beautiful thing!

But what did you expect

It is not the true Scripture and good Dharma that the holy monks retrieve.

On the contrary, it is a kind of pernicious and disorderly method that destroys people's mind.

No one knows whether it was the Buddha in the Western Heaven who gave the evil scriptures and chaotic Dharma, or the holy monk and his disciples, when they were on their way back, turned the true Scripture and the good Dharma upside down and distorted the Scriptures, which caused chaos in the heaven and the earth!

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