Chapter 1129
Memory Tracing
Chapter 1129 Memory Tracing
Ozer really had no recollection of this matter.
【Hold on. 】
That was the only reply he could give.
With his vague memory, Ozer opened the project management system.
All the procedures for managing a coma should be located here.
Sure enough, one of the top items was flashing red, indicating that it had been marked as "important and urgent".
Oze opened the project.
Once the interface expands, a deep space tracking algorithm that is still running will appear before your eyes.
What am I tracking?
Ozer doesn't remember anything at all.
Fortunately, he had been in a coma for a long enough time. The program had been running autonomously for over a thousand days, and the long calculations finally yielded results.
That's a coordinate.
Located in the vast void, it is not far from the colorful star.
Ozer clicked on the coordinates with a puzzled look.
next second.
The star map automatically zooms in.
It was a blood-red nebula.
Its shape is bizarre; from a distance, it resembles the silhouette of a baby curled up in the universe.
The moment this scene entered Ozer's eyes, certain vague fragments of memory suddenly rushed into his mind.
He instinctively closed the window.
His breathing became slightly rapid.
A few seconds later, Ozer barely came to his senses.
I looked up and around.
He was the only one in the laboratory.
The server continued to operate quietly, the cold light flowed slowly, and the air conditioning system above emitted a low hum.
He took a deep breath.
Open that coordinate again.
The interface reopens.
And in the remarks column of the task record.
A line of text remained silently there.
[Suspected discovery location - Hongshan]
Oze's heart sank.
Of course, only one place would mark it so solemnly: "Hongshan".
He never imagined that he would be investigating the legendary Red Mountain General.
Of course, this in itself is not surprising.
Countless people throughout the Federal Empire are investigating.
Ozer is just one of them.
Although no one knows what secrets the "Red Mountain General" is hiding, since even those truly important figures are investigating, this "secret" must be extraordinary.
It seems this was the life-or-death matter he wanted to tell Helena before he fell into a coma.
If this clue is true...
This might become Helena's key bargaining chip to suppress the board of directors and allow her to truly sit in the position of chairman of the Covin Group.
It could even help the group secure greater benefits from those top-tier families...
just.
Ozer stared at the string of meaningless data hanging on the input terminal.
How did I obtain these clues?
Even he couldn't understand it, so how could he know that it could be put into the deep space tracking algorithm to calculate and obtain coordinates?
Ozer retrieved this data from the system.
Database return results——
blank.
There are no records.
He frowned.
But he was certain that he had followed a clear line of thought to get here.
The key question is, what is this line of thinking...?
At that moment, a strange feeling surfaced from the depths of my memory.
He seems to... know a set of ciphertext.
Oze frowned and slowly typed the vague structure in his mind into the system.
The encrypted data was then fed into the processing module to reverse-encode and parse the data.
soon.
A string of extremely strange characters was deciphered.
Ozer input the string of characters into the system.
There is still no record in the group's database.
A thought struck him, and he connected the chip that Liu Hongyi had just given him to the system and searched again.
One second later, the system retrieved tens of thousands of data packets.
They are mixed in with various information transmission streams, with different sources and different times.
Ozer randomly clicked on a few, and they were all full of gibberish.
But by sheer coincidence, he knew that within this garbled code, according to some extremely subtle pattern, the string of key characters from before was sporadically embedded.
Over and over again.
This applies to every single data packet.
It's like a constant reminder.
It's also like increasing the chances of him "seeing" you.
Ozer stared at the light screen.
A chill slowly rose up from my spine.
His gaze involuntarily fell on the table.
The chip that had accompanied him for almost his entire life quietly gleamed silver in the port.
He almost dared not touch it for a moment.
The translated ciphertext itself also came from another batch of data packets.
They also come from different sources.
The timing is also different.
The so-called "pattern" of the garbled text is the same. All these data packets are mixed in with the torrent of data transmitted between him and StarNet in their daily interactions.
The time span exceeds several years.
The only reasonable explanation is that at some point, someone used hacking techniques to implant this data into the network.
However, when he explored various tracing models, he couldn't find anything; the source of the data packets was nothing special.
At that moment, a memory from a dream surfaced in my mind.
That source tracing model was quite obscure, and I never expected it to appear in my dream. Ozer immediately brought up that model and recalculated the source tracing.
Finally, he stared at the light screen, his already pale face becoming even more bloodless, and he slumped onto the stool as if all his energy had been drained.
These data packets can indeed be traced further.
But the results of tracing the source brought him even more pain—
These data packets were not complete at the beginning.
Instead, it was broken down into countless data fragments.
Over a long period of time, it gradually accumulated into his memory.
Those fragments are mixed in with the data streams transmitted by StarNet every day, seemingly insignificant and unrelated to each other.
But if we extend the timeline—
You'll find that this has been going on for decades.
This was a pre-planned information input.
To say how long ago it started.
It can probably be traced back to a single day.
The day Ozer was first fitted with a chip.
At that time, he was just a three-year-old child.
And on the planet Variegated, there is only one being capable of doing this—
Bell Labs.
why?
Why would Bell Labs do this to a three-year-old child?
Perhaps his desire to find "General Red Mountain" also began after he was implanted with these codes.
But that's not enough.
Otherwise, he probably would have found these coordinates long ago.
Therefore, it is almost certain that Ozer is the one who ...
This program must also contain some kind of triggering mechanism.
With trembling hands, Ozer picked up the chip he was hesitant to touch, looked at it for a long time, and finally made up his mind to insert the interface into the back of his head.
Instantly, a flood of information rushed into my mind.
But he didn't feel any discomfort, as if it were a part of his body.
But the fear did not lessen in the slightest.
Aozer suppressed his trembling and began to recall his memories.
Let's go back to the day he first pieced together the coordinates.
How many years ago was that?
What did he discover that day?
Memories flashed back quickly.
finally.
Oze trembled uncontrollably all over.
With eyes fixed on the screen, silently clicking—or opening the browser with thought—this is the digital life's action command, beginning to search for news from that day onward.
Empty.
Finally, he slowly exhaled, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
That was a simulated laugh.
"I didn't expect you to find out so quickly."
A clear, cold voice suddenly rang out in the laboratory.
Ozer suddenly looked up and followed the sound.
A red-haired girl burst through the server room and stepped out.
Behind her, the flickering server rack twisted and flipped, transforming into a colorful polygonal structure, only to close again in the next instant, as if nothing had ever happened.
Everything still feels so real.
But Ozer already knew that this was not reality.
"Who are you?"
"I?"
The red-haired girl tilted her head slightly.
"Weren't you looking for me?"
Oze didn't react for a moment.
He's looking for...her?
His gaze unconsciously returned to the light screen.
That set of coordinates still hangs in the center of the star map.
"Red, red, red..."
"Yes, just like you think."
Liu Hongshan remained expressionless.
Oze was dumbfounded.
Fortunately, he can make such expressions now.
That being said—
"Wait, where exactly is this?"
He raised his hand and touched his face.
The muscles undulated slightly with the facial expressions, and the touch and temperature of the fingertips felt incredibly realistic.
He reached out and touched the tabletop again, and could feel a light layer of dust and the clear texture of the wood grain.
This is a solid wood tabletop that he specifically chose.
In this era of rampant synthetic materials, natural materials have become expensive luxuries.
This real feeling left him momentarily dazed.
The red-haired girl stood there, looking at him indifferently.
"This is the 'New World'."
"A new world?"
Ozer unconsciously repeated the name.
"You can think of it as a more advanced version of the digital space you used to live in."