Genius Club

Chapter 947: Chapter 45 Deception and Matryoshka_3
 

What exactly the future USB flash drive had released remained a mystery, and no one knew.

Jask would darken his face whenever this matter was brought up.

Feeling played by Turing Computers was truly a major failure in life.

Now.

Lin Xian also stood at the crossroads of playing and being played.

What effect could these 13 lines of command code actually have? Could they really kill a Turing Computer?

He was still skeptical.

But it didn’t matter.

After all, this was the infinite loop dreamscape. Even if he caused big trouble, it didn’t matter; it would all reset automatically the next day, and there would be no issues.

In short…

Before figuring out what the 13 lines of the command code—aka the security lock password—could do, he just shouldn’t use it recklessly in reality.

In dreams, there weren’t so many taboos; bold experimentation was fine.

“Exactly!”

Big Face Cat nodded as he listened to Lin Xian,

“We can’t just believe whatever others say.”

Lin Xian patted him on the shoulder,

“Brother Lian, you’ve evolved.”

“That’s right, I really don’t trust what Turing says, but just because I don’t trust it doesn’t mean it isn’t telling the truth. So… to verify and confirm, we still need to visit the Porcupine Tribe.”

The Porcupine Tribe was located directly east of the Bobcat Tribe and southeast of the Grizzly Tribe.

There was also a Turing Computer there.

To verify the Turing of the Grizzly Tribe’s truthfulness… one just needed to cross-check with the Porcupine’s Turing!

“All warfare is based on deception.”

Lin Xian got into the vehicle and started it,

“I hope the two Turings can give the same answers to the same questions.”

“What if the two say different things?”

Big Face Cat in the passenger seat turned his head to look at Lin Xian,

“What if the Porcupine Tribe’s Turing says something completely different from the one in the Grizzly Tribe, what then?”

“Heh.”

Lin Xian chuckled,

“Then they truly deserve to die… not an ounce of honesty.”

If the two Turings gave different statements,

A chain of doubts would form.

Leading to any statement from either Turing being unreliable.

He lifted his wrist.

Checked his watch.

It was 21:24.

It was just past nine o’clock; with some luck, they might even be able to sneak into the Porcupine Tribe for a round.

As for whether they could meet Turing, that depended on luck.

Still, Lin Xian was quite satisfied with today’s journey into the dream. Whatever progress they made next in their adventure was a bonus, a win.

The electric armored car raced through the pitch-black wilderness.

The moon emerged from behind the clouds, casting frost across the land, illuminating the path ahead for Lin Xian.

“Apparently, the Porcupine Tribe’s industrial level, weapon technology, and military strength all far surpass that of the Grizzly Tribe. They’re considered the strongest tribe around the old site of the East Sea.”

Emperor Gao Wen was sitting in the back seat.

Sharing the intelligence he’s collected in the past three years,

“The Porcupine Tribe must have unearthed their Turing Computer more than a decade ago. They were already powerful, and with the Turing Computer, they’ve grown even stronger. However, the people from the Bobcat Tribe say that the Porcupine Tribe has not intervened in East Sea’s affairs mainly because they too have a formidable enemy—the Red Bull Tribe.”

“The Red Bull Tribe is located even further north of the Porcupine Tribe and they’ve also dug up a Turing Computer… So for these past ten or so years, they’ve been fighting back and forth with the Porcupine Tribe. The day when these two tribes decide the outcome of their battles will be when they come to sweep through both the Grizzly and Bobcat Tribes.”

Listening to Gao Wen’s analysis of the war situation,

Lin Xian inexplicably felt…

It was like a “Turing Chicken Dinner,” a “Wild Animal Brawl,” a “Proxy War.”

This was also another form of internal struggle.

The Fifth Dreamland with a similar worldview, Rhein Village, Lian Village, Queenstown, and the dozens of neighboring villages, all coexisted peacefully and had a good life.

No one competed; no wars were fought, just farming, raising pigs, and dancing every day was quite happy.

But in The Sixth Dreamland.

Ever since a tribe dug up the Turing Computer, it was like mass printing the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual: everyone started competing.

Those who dug up Turing lived; those who did not, died.

The once-populated Bobcat Tribe was also desperately trying to unearth a Turing Computer… If they dug one up, they might survive a little longer; if not, they were just waiting to be steamrolled.

Truly a cruel world where one’s rise or fall hinged on Turing.

“How should we sneak into the Porcupine Tribe?”

Big Face Cat, sitting in the passenger seat, pointed at the brightly lit cluster of buildings ahead:

“We’re pretty close now. Should we still play the old trick, find high ground to observe, then hijack a vehicle to sneak in?”

Swish!

As soon as Big Face Cat finished speaking, an eye-blinding white light suddenly appeared, blinding everyone.

Light!

The entire field of vision was engulfed in white.

Lin Xian thought the white light from 00:42 had arrived early, feeling as if his retinas had been scorched.

After a few seconds,

He realized.

This was artificial light, searchlights!

A bright and straight beam of searchlight shot down from the city’s high tower, the pillar of light crossing the night sky and enveloping the patrol car Lin Xian was in, leaving no place to hide.

“fast!”

Big Face Cat cursed under his breath,

“We’ve been spotted!”

“Let me interject.”

Lin Xian wasn’t particularly nervous; after all, he had reaped enough for the day. He looked at Big Face Cat,

“Where did you learn English? There shouldn’t be teaching conditions for this around here, right?”

“English?”

Big Face Cat’s eyes were clear,

“So that ghost call is called English! I learned it from Smith, the archenemy!”

He gestured with his hands,

“Didn’t he wake up before that girl today? As soon as he awoke, it seemed like his language function hadn’t recovered, he just kept saying two words back and forth… just like San Pang.”