Chapter 32 Testing Each Other
After reading the background of the Brain Intelligence Center, Yang Qiu fell into deep thought...
He never expected that the people who targeted his game were not the Ministry of Chemical Industry, the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, or even the police, but the top scientists in the fields of brain science, neuroscience, and AI intelligent technology in China...
If other departments were to target him, Yang Qiu would just shut down the official website and stop issuing “beta numbers” publicly.
Although I haven't approved it, I don't plan to make a profit. It's just a LAN online game for my own entertainment. It's not like the legendary private server, which has the risk of being sued by the game company. No one can control it. If it doesn't work, at worst, we can pack up and move the "server" to Southeast Asia. Anyway, our server doesn't need much bandwidth...
Throwing helmets into the game as prizes can also continue to force players to continue playing - without sufficient attraction, players will not be able to work hard to dig the earth and build houses, even if the characters in the game will not get tired or hungry.
The people targeting him were a group of scientists, which made Yang Qiu a little hesitant.
Although he was only a sixteen-year-old kid when he traveled through time, and had spent 80% of his life in the other world, and had a deeper understanding of the common sense of the other world than that of Earth, he still had the basic common sense of respecting knowledge and scientists.
After thinking about it, Yang Qiu opened the forum management backend.
There is no moderator on the player forum, only a unique administrator with the ID "Production Team". Since the forum was opened for registration, the administrator's backend has been flooded with all kinds of emails asking for accounts. Yang Qiu only glanced at it a few times at the beginning and never paid any attention to it again.
This time when Yang Qiu opened the backstage, the content of the emails was not only asking for accounts, but also business emails from various companies, whether formal or informal, asking for cooperation and merger - some boasted that they could attract so many rounds of investment and financing for the "Alien World" game, some explicitly or implicitly suggested that powerful capital would take you to success and take you public, and there were even some ambitious people who wanted to acquire "Alien World".
Yang Qiu simply ignores all these business emails, no matter if they are from legitimate companies or scammers.
It was true that he was penniless, but he didn't care about money. It was enough for him to have enough material needs. He didn't care about the fame and status brought by excessive wealth, and the satisfaction and vanity created by exploiting, bullying, and manipulating his peers. A spellcaster who pursued such primitive instincts could never reach his level.
Not to mention the unpresentable pursuits of the young models in the club, they can't even transcend such low-level instincts as material desire and sexual desire. How can they be a useless spellcaster?
Not to mention spellcasters, among those truly spiritually powerful people on earth, how many would chase after money or the opposite sex?
What's more important is... on Earth, having mental flaws is not a big problem. At most, your moral level will be criticized, but it will not affect other aspects. Even if a well-known actor is involved in a scandal involving an illegitimate daughter, he can win the recognition of mainstream society by saying "all men make these mistakes" and still be successful.
In the magical plane, a mental flaw means that the higher you stand, the greater the possibility that your mind will be polluted and turn you into a madman or even lose control, collapse into a piece of meat, or become a walking corpse...
In short, Yang Qiu would never be moved by so-called interests. No matter whether it was real capital or a fake scammer, it would not attract his attention.
After skipping these business emails and flipping through the massive amount of emails requesting numbers for a while, Yang Qiu finally saw an email requesting cooperation from someone named "Lu Yiyu, Director of the Chinese Brain Intelligence Center."
Compared with all the eloquent "business emails", Director Lu's email was much more pragmatic and rigorous. He earnestly requested to communicate with the developers of the "Alien World" game, and expressed that the core technology of the "Alien World" game would be kept absolutely confidential, including but not limited to taking measures to upgrade the core technology of the game to the level of national secrets of China, and promised that the core technology of the "Alien World" game had patent rights protected by Chinese law.
In addition, Director Lu also said that the Brain Intelligence Center is willing to endorse the developers of the game "Alien World" and will try its best to apply for various benefits for the developers, including but not limited to the olive branch of academician treatment of the Huazhong University of Science and Technology...
What this means is that if the production team of "Alien World" is willing to "exchange" technology with the Brain Intelligence Center, the scientific community of China will definitely give corresponding treatment in return!
Yang Qiu: “…”
He briefly imagined himself personally teaching scientists the basics of magic, elementary meditation, and spellcasting... He even wanted to yell at himself, "Shut up."
There is no way to accept this olive branch.
It is best for Earthlings not to travel to the magical plane in person if they can. No one can tell whether the ancient god who dragged them to another world will also target the Earthlings who traveled with them.
Although the ancient gods can only project mental influences onto the material plane, this projected influence has so far only been at the level of "tentacles" and has not really attracted the "attention" of the ancient gods; but even for him, a high-level black magician who has been honing his skills in the other world for three hundred years, it is very risky to fight against the "tentacles", let alone ordinary people.
If the "core technology" of traveling to another world cannot be "exchanged", then all cooperation is nonsense.
"We can no longer cooperate, but there is no need to completely break up. After all, I am also Chinese."
After thinking about it, Yang Qiu drew a line for himself, a safety line for contact with these scientists.
He still respects scientists very much. After all, he had seen San Qian, Hua Luogeng and Zhan Tianyou in textbooks since he was a child, as well as the older generation of scientific researchers who sacrificed their youth for the big mushroom, and Yuan Longping, whom everyone on the Internet worships.
So... Yang Qiu selected Director Lu's ID, added it to the whitelist, then selected all the emails in the mailbox and added them all to the "Reject Email" blacklist.
Afterwards, a post was posted on the player forum: "Notice on Issuing Internal Beta Numbers"
"Dear players:"
“Due to technical issues limited by server capacity and the production team’s own financial constraints, this game is currently unable to release test accounts on a large scale.”
"However, we are impressed by the enthusiasm of the majority of players and after careful consideration, we have decided to increase the number of internal test accounts to a maximum of ten."
“The method for distributing beta test accounts will be announced soon, so stay tuned.”
"Please do not repeatedly post questions about asking for a number in the forum. Once discovered, the post will be deleted and you will be banned for three days."
"Game production team."
After this post was pinned, Yang Qiu got up, changed his clothes, and went out to eat.
He rented this suburban house at that time, not only because it was a single-family residence with a small courtyard, but also because there was a very delicious braised noodle shop nearby... Yang Qiu felt that life was boring if he didn't have a bowl of sweet potato noodles filled with braised dishes every day.
When he came back after a hearty meal, the supermarket deliveryman who usually only delivered expired goods near dusk actually came at noon. The small truck was parked at the gate of the yard. The delivery driver was fanning himself with his hat and looking around.
"Brother Zhang!" Seeing Yang Qiu, the driver greeted him actively.
The ID card Yang Qiu bought online was named Zhang. When he went out, he also cast a disguise spell on himself: he slightly processed his original appearance, adjusted the position of his head bones, the distance between his eyebrows and eyes, slightly shrunk his eyes, and enlarged his mouth, so that he looked 80% similar to the photo on his ID card...
"Why are you here so early today?" Yang Qiu smiled and nodded to the driver, then took out the key to open the gate.
"Uh... I have something to do this afternoon, so I'll bring it to you earlier." The driver smiled and pretended to be calm. "Xiao Wang, help me move the goods."
"Okay." The young man who came with the driver responded readily and opened the truck door swiftly.
"Is there anyone coming to help this time?" Yang Qiu smiled and glanced at the young man who was moving the goods.
"Hey, hey, I have something to do this afternoon, so I called a colleague to help me." The driver forced a smile, as if he was afraid that Yang Qiu would catch him and ask him questions again, so he also ran to move the goods, "Brother Zhang, should we leave it in the old place?"
"It's still in the warehouse on the first floor, opened alternately with the previous batch that hasn't been used up." Yang Qiu waved his hand casually, as if he couldn't see the driver's nervousness.
After a truckload of expired and removed goods was moved, the driver brought a bill for Yang Qiu to sign. Yang Qiu took a quick look and found that among the towels, toothpaste and toilet water that were being sold at a discount, there were actually ten motorcycle helmets mixed in...
"Is this helmet also taken off the shelves?" Yang Qiu asked casually.
"Yes, yes." The driver wiped his sweat. "The goods are from a small manufacturer. They have been on display for half a year without being sold, so the manager asked us to bring them over. These helmets are free, they are just a bonus."
There is nothing wrong with this statement. Domestic terminal retailers do not have the foreign supermarket's fashion. Fresh vegetable stores are not much different from vegetable markets. If you don't have receipts when you give change, the cashier will give you a few candies.
For a junk collector like Yang Qiu who pays quickly and does little work, it is not excessive at all for him to give you ten helmets as a gift when he sells you a truckload of expired goods.
But Yang Qiu said just forty minutes ago that he would release ten internal test accounts, and ten ready-made motorcycle helmets were already in his hands while he was eating a bowl of braised rice noodles. This was a bit of a problem...
Yang Qiu acted calm and signed the form with a smile. He turned around and closed the gate. He then said to himself, "This is too urgent. Can't we wait for two days? Aren't you afraid of scaring people by making it so obvious..."
With China's grassroots mobilization capabilities, Yang Qiu never thought from the beginning that his disguise would be so perfect that he would never be discovered - anyway, his identity and the "property" he openly owned could be thrown away at any time, and if the situation really came to a standstill, he could just pat his butt and leave.
The only regret is that he can't see his family in real life - although his mom and sister can't recognize him, he can still go back to see them by taking a few bus stops.
It now seems that the situation will not reach that point. The person who can find a suitable reason to send the helmet so quickly is relatively friendly or at least not hostile. Otherwise, he can find an excuse to invite him for tea and control him first before talking about other things.
"Although we can't cooperate, since there is no hostility, let's do it now that both sides are aware of it."
Yang Qiu entered the warehouse and took out the box containing the helmets first ...
He really doesn't have the ability to increase the number of branded nodes in the matrix in large quantities , but ten units is still within his tolerance.
He is just a game producer. No matter how curious the scientists are, he can only open the game window to them. This is Yang Qiu's bottom line.
As for what scientists can discover after entering the game, that is none of Yang Qiu’s business.
While Yang Qiu was working on processing ten helmets into "login devices", somewhere in Province G, an "expert group" led by the Brain Intelligence Center and composed of elite members from various "relevant departments" who had specially rushed to Province G to carry out their work was reviewing frame by frame the first-hand contact video footage sent back synchronously by the investigators in the front.
As for why there are people from the China Security Bureau and China Public Security University in this expert group, and why they have the authority to obtain the contact video footage sent back by the front-line investigators, I will not elaborate on this question here...
"...It does look like Zhang." After watching the video, an elderly man in uniform with a scholarly air spoke first, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "If it wasn't confirmed that Zhang was indeed serving his sentence, I would have thought that someone had abused the law to release Zhang."
"There is still a difference." Another middle-aged man who was also in uniform and had a much tougher temperament said, "Zhang is from Province X and has never been to Province G. The man in the video has a clear accent from Province G in his Mandarin."
"Dear leaders." Lu Yiyun didn't care who the person in the video was. She only cared about whether she could get a chance to communicate with this mysterious person who possessed black technology. She couldn't wait to say, "The target calmly accepted the helmet and obviously did not object to cooperating with us. Should we--"
"Don't be impatient, Xiao Lu." The first person to speak was Yin Zhengliang, a professor of criminal psychology at Huaxia Public Security University. He pressed his palm towards Lu Yiyun in a soothing manner. "Whether the target is willing to cooperate with us in a friendly manner depends on how the target takes action next. So far, the target has not released any communication signals, which means that the target is still cautious. We have to be patient."
Lu Yiyu seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.
Among the scientific researchers, Lu Yiyun is definitely considered to have a high EQ and is good at organizing work. The fact that she was asked to lead this expert group shows that they trust her... But the problem is that not all scientific researchers are "reasonable". For example, Academician Ke Jingguo of Huazhong University of Science and Technology, if she hadn't called to report every day, Academician Ke would have brought his students to Province G long ago...
Anyone who studies neuroscience or brain science must face a difficult question: Does the brain of a vegetative person have consciousness? Can a vegetative person still be awake?
Around this topic, countless brain science and neuroscience experts have come one after another, trying every possible way to explore the mysteries of the brain, but there is still no obvious result.
Every year in China, nearly 100,000 patients fall into a coma due to craniocerebral trauma, stroke, hypoxic-ischemic encephalopathy and other diseases, and then enter a long-term state of impaired consciousness, the so-called vegetative state. The efforts of the Brain Intelligence Center in recent years have only been able to combine relevant neural representations with machine learning methods to provide new references for the clinical diagnosis and treatment of patients' consciousness states.
The sudden emergence of the game "Alien World", which can draw human consciousness to a "remote server" through a "helmet", was a bolt from the blue for all experts in the fields of brain science and neuroscience.
After the shock, all experts in related fields will inevitably link this incomprehensible black technology to patients with consciousness disorders who are still a headache for scientists in related fields today - if brain wave activity can make a person's consciousness "active" in the so-called "remote server", does that mean that this "game login" can be used to restore consciousness to patients with consciousness disorders?
This is a conjecture that drives countless experts and scholars crazy. In the desire to verify this experiment, whether those netizens who have the "game login tool" are really playing games or their consciousness has run to another real world has to be put on hold for the time being.
Professor Yin Zhengliang understood Lu Yiyun's difficulty and said with a smile: "After reading your email, the target immediately released ten internal test accounts and calmly accepted the helmets we arranged for him. I think we should contact this 'production team' as soon as possible to confirm where this 'production team' will put these ten helmets. We can also judge the target's attitude towards us, whether it is strictly guarding against us, or considering further cooperation."
Lu Yiyun nodded and immediately sat down to think about the content of the email.
After appeasing the "scientific faction" in the expert group, Professor Yin Zhengliang discussed more in-depth topics with his colleagues...
So far, they have mobilized a lot of grassroots police forces to conduct various investigations around the target. The strange thing is that even with the full cooperation of the police department of Province G, they still cannot find out the origin of this mysterious target.
Is the target a Chinese? If he is a Chinese, why is there no trace of his life? The household registration police and the Internet police have checked almost all the files of missing males in their 30s and 40s in China, but why can't they match the fingerprints and DNA of the target?
If they are not Chinese, how did they enter the country?
You should know that Province G is not a border province, and there is no such thing as foreigners being able to sneak in by crossing some remote border.
Of course, the expert group is more inclined to consider that the target is a Chinese. The reason is that when investigating this guy's life trajectory, they found that the living habits of Chinese citizens were too obvious... traveling by public transportation, renting a house, contacting local terminal retailers to purchase goods that are about to expire, going to flea markets to purchase, buying handicrafts from prisons, etc. If a foreigner really wants to integrate into the domestic environment so seamlessly, he will definitely not be able to learn it without living there for more than ten years.
It was precisely because the other party seemed to have dropped in Province G from the sky and there was no way to find their way there that the expert group did not consider direct contact - if they startled anyone and made the target disappear as silently as when it appeared, the scientists who already knew the target's existence would definitely make a big fuss...
After Yang Qiu finished processing the ten helmets and opened the forum backend, he unsurprisingly received an earnest email from "Director Lu" requesting an account.
In the email, Director Lu, who should be a scholar, said very honestly that they are a serious neuroscience research unit, and hope to use the game login helmet to experiment whether the brain waves of the vegetative patient are active, whether they can connect to the game server, and whether this connection behavior can stimulate the brain of the vegetative patient with impaired consciousness and make the vegetative patient wake up.
Yang Qiu's knowledge of the earth was limited to that of a high school student, so he didn't really understand this. So, as he had originally planned to PY these helmets to scientists, he readily called the express station and sent these ten helmets out.
