No.12 night

I was stunned.

"What are you kidding, Your Honor?" I couldn't help reaching out to touch his forehead, although it was still hot, but not to the point of being sick; I even felt that his signature expression was still on his lips. laughs, while it despises my credulity and stupidity.

"This is no joke," he said. "It won't be long before you regret everything you said on the beach today."

This time it was my turn to laugh: "Yes, 'you' try to frighten me with as much absurd remarks as you can, my Mr. Judge,—do you still entrust me to take your sweetheart out of my head? Come out and see you one last time?"

Minos shifted into a comfortable position, but his eyes didn't let up; he stared at me so hard that I suddenly lost confidence.I was reminded of the first time I met Radamandis, which still haunts me to this day.

"If you dare to hurt Minos again, I will never forgive you." He conveyed his dissatisfaction with me with gestures; and I probably did as he expected, because of an unintentional mistake not long after, Minos who was still ill Si went to the beach to withstand the wind and sun.

But now is clearly not the time to dwell on it.I put my hand in my pocket: "I admit that this time it was my negligence, but that's all. I don't think I said anything wrong. You can tell Aiagos and tech hackers a hundred ways to say Justifying your theft, yet you have arrested hundreds of innocent citizens, including me, for which you refuse to explain."

He looked at me, and I looked back at him; we stood like this for nearly a minute, and finally he couldn't hold it anymore: "If you really want to get your connection back, Beatrice Hackers can help Very busy."

I was about to shoot back a few words, but I quickly thought about what Biolet had done to me this morning-that did hope that they would rebuild the information circuit that Minos had cut off for me.

"Look, you don't know how to weigh the pros and cons." He mocked, "I pushed such a good opportunity in front of you, but you need my prompts to make a decision."

"Have you said enough?" I tapped the antipyretics on the table, got up and left.Now I have a flash of inspiration, a brilliant idea is developing in my head, and I can't make Minos see it.

I opened the door, and Aiagos wasn't there.In fact, almost all members of the hacker group withdrew, leaving only Baioret to wait and see.

"Aya went to the task." She understated, and did not regard me as a threat, "If you want to find him, wait until the night of the magic mountain tomorrow night."

It seems that Minos really did not intend to treat these people as thieves, but let them move freely in Crete.

I try to be as friendly as possible: "You were also cut off by Minos?"

Biolet spun a spinning top: "Yes, but so what? Many things don't have to be done by accessing the knowledge pool."

Sure enough, as I expected.If the existence of the Magic Mountain is a rebellion against the Divine Consciousness Storehouse, then Minos has adopted similar means to Aiagos to build this place. In this sense, Minos is the biggest in the Divine Consciousness Era spinner.My heart was trembling as I was getting closer to the truth, but I tried to calm down and threw another question to Biolet.

"Technical hackers want to crack not only the key left by the judge. In essence, the transmission pipeline as a connection is regulated by neural information codes. They are entangled with the judge's key with a specific algorithm, forming an absolute barrier of protection. most."

"It's like this at a low level." She seemed very dissatisfied that Beatrice was underestimated, "Deciphering is complementary to setting secrets. This process requires local materials, just like when a virus breaks through the cell wall, it will use the host. We can use the raw materials to copy our own genes. We can build a "macro building" in the Korollos network, that is, a venue that is independent of the spiritual system and completely constructed with our own keys. ——If you can't understand for a while, I I can explain the principle to you slowly.”

I said it was not necessary; then I pointed to my head: "So, is there a way for you to strip away the consciousness in other people's heads and show it in a concrete form?"

"This step can be done in the macro building." Baioret deliberately wanted to whet my appetite, "but unfortunately, you won't be able to see it today."

"What if the Mountain itself is such a macrostructure?"

She smiled contemptuously and looked at me with the eyes of an outsider.

"It's impossible. If that's the case, Aya and I can establish our stronghold here at any time. The Magic Mountain is actually more like a primeval forest. Its shielding system is quite low-level, and it can only be used to deceive laymen; except for the core It’s still working day and night, and you can’t smell the breath of our time in other places.” Biolet threw the top to the ground, “Living on the island is like going back hundreds of centuries, you are deprived of all precision. Weapons, you can only rampage with physical strength.—So you know why Minos likes to use this place as a prison cell, right?"

"But it only took him one day to find out everyone in your group, and Aiagos had no way to fight back."

I thought this would irritate her, and I regretted it as soon as I said it; but she just leaned against the window lightly: "Minos made a condition, and after weighing it, Aya thinks it's worth the risk for us."

"Should I respect the confidentiality of your work?"

"Whatever you want." She kicked the top with her toe, and quickly grabbed it in her hand, "Anyway, you will know soon."

So I asked about the rose garden that changed Ayagos' life, and she gave me a vague answer.Like Dieter before him, Biolet couldn't locate events that were too long ago. They were like a group of people who landed quietly on a plane. As time went by, they lost the concept of height.

I've always wondered what a man like Minos was after.A powerful yet capricious judge, sensitive and graceful, nasty and vile, or, as Yabofika mentioned, insecure, the only means at his disposal is through constant affirmation of his own opinion of others. Control, in order to give a little comfort to my lonely life.Sometimes I even have a whim—from his ability to arbitrarily affect people’s perception, he is in a time and space that cannot be recognized by us, and he is the creator of that time and space; Biolet takes it for granted It has been determined that the Mountain is just an enclave free from outside distractions, when in fact it may not belong to our world.

***

In the afternoon of the next day, I followed Biolet to the workplace of the Beatrice group.

It was a purple-blue translucent disk floating in the air. It was so huge that it could almost cover the entire Knossos Palace.It took Aiagos nearly a night to build it.Biolet's explanation for this is that the level of information provided by the core of the Magic Mountain is too low, and the hacker group cannot work normally as before.

"Have any of you ever actually stepped into the 'core'?" I asked.

Biolet looked at me in amazement: "The incident happened suddenly, Minos directly took us to the island, and he didn't have time to convict us."

Undoubtedly, the identity of the prisoner can only be confirmed after going through the court proceedings, and the Beatrices who do not have the identity of criminals are not even eligible to step into the entrance of the core.I kind of thank Minos for dragging me to court in the first place instead of taking me straight to Crete beforehand, otherwise I wouldn't be able to touch the secrets of the Magic Mountain at all.

Biolet led me up a passage to the disc, at the foot of the terrace where Minos and I had been.We are standing only a short distance away from Mount Eraklion, from here we can see the red lily of the valley swaying on the north slope.

It wasn't too late, but crowds had already gathered around. They were very curious about the scene before them, chatted happily, and looked forward to today's night activities together.

It is true that after learning of the hacker identities of Aiagos and his party, many people showed hostility, especially some citizens from Athens. The culprit, several people even tried to climb the disc.Fortunately, the tense atmosphere at the scene was quickly broken. Dieter and Manigot stepped forward. Behind them were Kaludia and his freshly picked large basket of apples, as well as the former judge of Athens, Sisyphus. Nephew Regulus.

"Letting Judge Minos take charge of Athens is Judge Sage's will. I think there must be their own considerations. Judge Sage never makes ill-considered decisions, so Beata brought in by his successor The Liche hacker group—I think this is the first time everyone here has heard this name—maybe they are not our enemies, and there must be something hidden in it.” This time Dieter didn’t wear glasses, and he brightened his eyes to others "This thing was left a long time ago. In order to stop a senior who acted without authorization, he suspected that Judge Sage was wrong in a certain decision, and this eventually turned him against the court. Of course, later he He reconciled with me, and passed away not long after, and I also damaged my eyesight because of him. Since then, I will always remind myself to think twice about everything and not to act rashly."

Dieter was once Sage's right-hand man, and he was known as a stargazing wise man when he was in the court.His words were the best sedative for the Athenians, and the restless citizens stopped making noise.

"So eat this first to quench your thirst. I don't want to stand in such a hot day and watch them repair the roof of Knossos. Come on, boy—" Manigot greeted to the side.

Regulus was still a 15-year-old boy with the same dazzling blond hair as Sisyphus.He ran around in the crowd, stuffing apples into people's pockets one by one, or throwing apples into their hands deftly.

Although he was reluctant, Kaludia still handed out fruit to the crowd, saying: "Don't thank me, don't——it's all Dieter's suggestion, and I don't express any opinion on it." At that time, he looked up at me and waved the apple in his hand at me.I became playful and gestured for him to throw it up; he pretended to agree, but laughed the next moment, and stuffed the apple into his mouth in a blink of an eye.

"Then we can start." Aiagos said suddenly.As soon as these words came out, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and everyone put down their actions one after another, wanting to see what tricks this hacker leader could come up with.

It was Biolet who acted in his place.She went all the way to the center of the disc and stopped, then spread her left hand, and I saw a ring on each of her five fingers, shining black against the sun.

"The Magic Mountain has limited resources, so we can't build a macro building, but we can use the energy from the inner core to make a 'pump' to act as a transfer hub," she stepped on the floor, "and then use it to stabilize the transmission for the next operation." information flow."

I pointed to the ground and said, "Will there be any side effects?"

She folded her hands: "Aia personally operated the knife, you can rest assured. When it gets bigger, the pump needs to use energy when it is activated, and there may be holes in some parts of the protective cover, but that doesn't matter, Magic Mountain Barriers are not built to defend against foreign enemies."

It’s just that it’s okay, and besides, I have a faint desire in my heart—I hope that the pump made by Aiagos will be strong enough to tear a crack in the headspace of Crete, allowing the outside world’s spiritual knowledge pool to connect. There is a chance to infiltrate it.

While talking, Bioret had already figured out the spinning top from yesterday, and she threw it into the air, drawing a dazzling arc; then the spinning top stopped at the bottom of her feet, and as she stretched her fingers, it sounded like percussion music trembling.

"This is not a child's toy." Biolet showed off his skills with a proficient and proud manner, "I call it a 'spinning wheel', and it is the most powerful tool for constructing a 'wall'."

The so-called wall is the first part of the macro building to be constructed, which determines the scale and shape of the entire building.As Biolet opened his palm, the spinning top shook rapidly, and a thin circle of patterns appeared at the bottom of it, dazzling like soap bubbles, and then quickly expanded to several times the size of the pump, putting everyone on it at once. sphere of influence.

Then something interesting happened.The film stretched out a shape, and then, as if it had encountered a barrier, it suddenly stopped growing and leaked downward.People yelled and hid in all directions, lest they get touched by unknown objects, but couldn't stop their excitement from seeing this spectacle.In the blink of an eye, a crystal-clear eight-sided wall was built. Biolet flicked his fingers, and grid-like purple stripes appeared on the wall, which was her identification key.

"These five rings have their own uses." Biolet explained to me one by one, "The one on the thumb controls the inflow of energy, the index finger is responsible for shaping the shape, and the ring finger determines the function; the middle one can encrypt the building, and sometimes also through camouflage Deceived the reconnaissance of the Divine Consciousness Library. And this—” She moved her little finger, “is like a signal, it tells my companions that another building has been completed.”

Every movement of her caused the fluid to spread everywhere.After the roof was built, countless metal-like spheres emerged around it, floating along the wall like waves, and sometimes blending with the air—they are information particles, connecting all the connections in this house.Although the scale of the house is small, it already has the basic functions of a grand building.

Biolet on stage took the last step, she turned and saluted Ayagos, then faced the audience, spread her hands, and stomped lightly on the pump.

"Everyone, welcome to heaven."

At this moment, the sun was buried in the ground, the afterglow was gone, the stars were rising, and the sky and the earth were shrouded in darkness.

***

In this way, I achieved my goal.

The macro-architecture made by Beatrice can project the impressions in people's minds. This is my agreement with Biolet.I hope to make the image of Yabofika public, so that people can directly see how Minos plays tricks; besides, I am quite curious about his real appearance.I walked to the edge of the pump body, took a few steps forward, and suddenly stepped into the air. Immediately, a string of information particles formed a cylinder, supporting me to land safely.The information grains that received Biolet’s instructions started to work quickly, and the veins around me were reconnected, and a lavender outline of a human body gradually appeared beside me. I held my breath, waiting for this mysterious person to reveal the truth. veil.

But to my surprise, it wasn't Abafica.He has short blond hair, is tall, and is the dead Sisyphus.

This situation was so weird that no one present had time to react.But it occurred to me that I was the only one who witnessed the death of Sisyphus, and it was at that time that his image was projected into my mind and preserved as a subconscious mind.

The macro building didn't do what I wanted, but it gave everyone a Sisyphus. "I am Sisyphus," he said, "ex-Gate of Athens."

At this moment, the crowd who had been silent for a long time broke out into noisy voices, and the Athenians were even more enthusiastic. They formed a circle, gradually narrowing the distance from me, and vying to see the "resurrected" Judge Sisyphus.

"He's not a real person," I quickly declared, "it's just an image that has been processed and presented to you in the form it was in life."

"Theoretically, he is not." Biolet stepped down a beam of information grains, "but this projection is strictly reproduced according to what you saw, and it contains the original information at that time, so it also retains the original information." Part of Judge Sisyphus' memory."

People's extinguished hopes are rekindled. "Where did Deftolos go?" "Did he kill you out of jealousy? Was the murder weapon a rose thorn?" "My lord, we want to get justice for you, so please tell us about the murderer... ..."

"Sisyphus" had to retreat behind me. He is not the true self after all, and he can't handle the enthusiastic crowd.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I can't answer so many questions for the time being. As you know, I'm just this person—" He pointed at me, "The impression in my head. I originally planned to die alone, to be seen by others It was an unexpected situation.”

Several people including Kaludia also stared wide-eyed. "you mean--?"

"Nobody killed me. I picked the Rose of Lugenis event specifically for that rally so that I could bring fresh roses on board, one of which was pre-cured. I wanted to use this way to say goodbye to this world.”

"We don't believe it." The people below shouted, "Is it that person? It's him—the person who should be the first suspect. He fabricated your image in an attempt to deceive us and cover up the crime..."

I was naturally not to be outdone, and immediately responded that my suspicion had already been cleared. "Sisyphus" stopped the quarreling parties.

"Look, I'm a judge. But I never realized what it meant to be a judge until I got this job."

"We need the truth, Your Honor." The people wouldn't budge.

"The truth," he raised his head, "to tell you the truth, I don't know much more than you. As we have known in the past, there are many sub-systems in the Divine Consciousness Bank, and each Divine Consciousness system needs a controller; Of course, these people take the position of 'judge' as a unified position, with great power in their hands, and are responsible for all maintenance work. But at the same time, there is a price, and I want to know whether the price is real, so I chose to kill myself."

His words became more and more unbelievable, I was deeply confused, and his next words pointed directly at me: "The judge has the power to deprive the suspect of connection, just as you feel, you can't get food, you have nowhere to settle down, you lose your soul, You can’t live a normal life, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You’d think of a judge as a pump, with a click, a person’s connection is severed, he loses his connection with the world, and becomes a floating and isolated domain.”

I nodded slightly, waiting for him to confirm my thoughts. "But that's not the case." He changed the subject, "The so-called severing the connection is not like swiping a knife a few times to cut off the mess. The judge is not going to 'cut off' something, its essence is that the judge uses his own The connection overrides yours, and your flow of information no longer works within that range."

This is an astonishing conclusion, and it also coincides with my previous deduction.Before I could be proud of this, "Sisyphus" continued, this time he will subvert our understanding.

"—That is to say, the connection used by judges and the connection of ordinary people are located in two systems. The knowledge bank that takes care of the daily world is also called Korolos. The name comes from the god of time in Greek mythology. It is both chaos and order, and also It includes the beginning and the end, and transcends all phenomena. I like this metaphor very much, our system is all-encompassing, and it can indeed be called a kind of divine consciousness.”

"But why can't it include judges?" someone asked.

"Then it comes back to what the 'judge' itself refers to. We all have different views on everything--different subjects make judgments, which stem from our different experiences and situations; and we live In a world that operates on cooperation, when there are differences in judgment subjects, there must always be a standard that makes the compromise of value judgments a fact judgment. If there is a kind of measurement entity that can force fact judgments based on values, then it is a legal system. The same Yes, we also need a similar system to maintain the integrity of the world. This is the formal logic behind the judges, which is used to unite those things that are divided in value in order to maintain the basis of social unity. Because of its characteristics, Bai Judge Li named it the Legal Knowledge System."

He looked around the crowd and pronounced a noun—"Kairos Dharma Knowledge."

The memory of Sisyphus leads to the consciousness of law corresponding to the consciousness of God.In mythology, this name represents the younger brother of Chronos and another conceptual god of time. "The first time I heard it was in Aspros. Cairos, it belongs to a kind of eternal reincarnation beyond experience. As long as someone makes an agreement with it to become a judge, he is classified in other than Chrollos. System. Because of the need to perform maintenance services at any time, judges can live forever, but they cannot violate the laws of life, so they are endowed with an eternal cycle of life, with continuous birth, growth, and death with consciousness. Once we become judges, we will be crucified Die above eternity, never leave in self-repetition. Kairos gave the judges the authority to spy on the world of spirits, but treated us as puppets of this world, and the judges formed a real doll's house."

Minos said that the judge will never die, and it turns out that there is another meaning behind it.Whether it is Sisyphus in front of me, or Bai Li and Saiqi, who have never met before, I can feel a strong emotion from them. These judges are making a plan to turn the world around, and the prospect is desperate and tragic.

Dieter had been contemplating, and at this moment he said: "I mean, why did such a system appear? Why did Kairos' legal consciousness appear again under the spiritual consciousness of Krollos? The judges before Why did you choose to conceal this matter, is it a man-made design, or a spontaneous behavior of the Divine Consciousness Library?"

"Sisyphus" closed his eyes, looking tired: "I don't know...I can't be sure. This is my first time taking over as a judge, and there are many things that I don't have time to experience. Because of this, I die As a bet, I hope to explore the scales and claws of our world. If the theory of the legal knowledge system is true, then I should now come to another time and space, where I will continue to be a judge. Everything is as usual, and my memory of this life is still there. "

This person is not Sisyphus, but a virtual individual carrying his will. His answer can only provide us with a small amount of truth, and cannot represent his own attitude. We don’t even know where the real Sisyphus has come. .

The clue seems to be interrupted here again.It's not that I don't have other ideas. If this device can reproduce memories, it is obviously the most efficient to choose to directly project Minos, but Baioret's words dispelled my thoughts.

"That's up to him to be willing to cooperate. If the person concerned has decided to conceal something, then Hongjian alone won't be able to get to the bottom of it."

So I had to ask the judge: "When did you start to find something wrong?"

He opened his mouth, but we couldn't hear a sound. The image of "Sisyphus" is gradually disappearing.