redvbooks Chapter 229 This isn't cleaning, it's formatting
Chapter 229 This isn't cleaning, it's formatting
The atmosphere in the backyard, by the mud pit, was one of complete isolation from the outside world.
"No, absolutely no!" The man with the gold-rimmed glasses from Qiming Technology's legal department, wearing only trousers with the bottom leg down, stood barefoot in the mud, pointing excitedly at the pigpen design Shen Wanshan had drawn with a twig. "Mr. Shen, your risk assessment model has a serious logical flaw! You only calculated the peak kinetic energy during the sow's estrus cycle, but ignored the persistent structural fatigue caused by the boar's resentment from failed courtship! According to the spirit of the Marriage Law, this one-sided violence is not legally supported!"
Shen Wanshan didn't even look up, drawing a complex function curve in the mud with his foot: "Xiao Wang, you're still too young. This is called a stress test. The collapse of the pigsty is itself a link in my business closed loop. Only when it collapses can it prove the fragility of my lightweight model under extreme conditions, thus providing data support for the next round of financing. A pigsty that can't collapse, like a stock that can't lose money, is a scam."
Chen Ye, the algorithm engineer whom Wang Minyu had pieced back together from parts, was squatting on the ground, using two tree branches to build a miniature load-bearing wall model.
He didn't participate in the debate; he just silently ran code in his mind, calculating the optimal solution between mud, bricks, and emotions.
For him, this pigsty was far more real than the underlying architecture of the app he had been developing for eight years.
"Master, information about Lin Wei."
On the second floor, Su Qing's voice broke the philosophical atmosphere of the backyard.
Wang Minyu held his teacup, his gaze fixed on the screen. The intelligence was simple: just one picture and one line of text.
The image is of a black badge, neither gold nor stone, with a symbol resembling a Möbius strip engraved on it.
The text reads: "The Eraser. Physical Concept Deletion Protocol. Avoid, do not resist."
"Physical concepts deleted?" Wang Minyu tapped his finger on the enamel mug, producing a crisp sound. "His tone is louder than athlete's foot. Zero, analyze this symbol."
On the screen in front of Su Qing, data was refreshing like a waterfall.
Zero's voice carried a hint of solemnity: "The topological structure of the symbol cannot be closed in three-dimensional space. It doesn't represent an object, but a 'rule.' Preliminary analysis suggests that the 'Eraser' may not be biological or mechanical. It's a logical weapon targeting 'existence' itself. To give an analogy, it can make a table 'forget' that it's a table, thus turning it into a pile of disordered sawdust."
"Got it, it's a 'dimensional reduction attack' strategy." Wang Minyu put down his teacup. "Making philosophical questions so complicated. Where's Old Cai?"
"I lectured on 'Das Kapital' to those mutated leeks in the backyard herb garden."
"Have him bring over that piece of lightning-struck wood that weighs down the pickle jar." Wang Minyu stood up and walked towards the basement. "Pierre, ladle a bowl of your 'Workers' Soup' for me. Guan Shan, invite our guests, those guys from Qiming Technology's legal department, to the basement. I need their help."
The basement has been converted into a temporary workshop.
On the central platform, there was a piece of charred black wood, about half a person's height, which was the century-old jujube wood that had been struck by lightning.
The wood surface is covered with deep, lightning-shaped patterns, and if you get close, you can smell a unique odor that is a mixture of ozone and charcoal.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses and two bodyguards were "invited" in by Guan Shan. They were still covered in mud and water, and their eyes were filled with the fear of primitive violence that a highly educated intellectual should have.
"Dr. Wang, what's wrong with you...?"
"Don't be nervous, this is just legal education." Wang Minyu picked up a carving knife and traced patterns on the lightning-struck wood. "You guys are in legal matters, you know the rules best. Now, someone who doesn't follow the rules has come in and wants to modify the underlying code of Changxiang City. I need your help."
He pointed to the bowl of golden "working class soup": "Drink it."
Looking at the bowl of thick soup that emitted a strange aroma, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses felt his stomach churning.
"What...is this?"
"It can elevate your faith in your work to the level of a martyr in a short period of time." Wang Minyu picked up a carving knife and began carving on the lightning-struck wood. "I need to carve this piece of wood into a set of 'rules' that conform to the meridians and acupoints of the human body before midnight. I can't handle it all by myself, so I need your help to polish it. After drinking this soup, you will enter a state of 'absolute focus,' and the sandpaper in your hands will become your keyboard. Every inch of the wood's texture will be a bug you need to overcome."
This is an invitation that cannot be refused.
Under the combined "persuasion" of Guan Shan's muscular physique and Pierre's boning knife, the three of them pinched their noses and forced down the bowl of soup.
Strange chemical reactions are occurring in their bodies.
His previously unfocused gaze instantly sharpened, and his pupils even flashed with the light of KPIs and deadlines.
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses picked up a piece of sandpaper, ran his hand over the surface of the lightning-struck wood, and muttered to himself, "This chamfer isn't ergonomic and poses legal risks. This curvature violates the user's privacy boundaries..."
They've gone mad, in an extremely dedicated way.
Wang Minyu ignored them, his carving knife flying up and down, scattering wood chips everywhere.
He wasn't sculpting a work of art; he was creating an "anchor."
A set of physics "magic tools" that can forcibly fix "concepts" into reality.
Time ticked by. The clock on the wall slowly pointed to twelve.
At the construction site of the experience camp, Shen Wanshan and Fatty Zhang had already fallen asleep, snoring loudly.
Chen Ye didn't sleep. He sat on the half-wall of the pigsty, looking at the moon in the sky, holding a brick in his hand, calculating its center of mass and wind resistance over and over again.
Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong.
The moon in the sky seems... a little blurry.
It wasn't covered by clouds; it looked like a broken monitor with pixels spreading out.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a sound.
It wasn't the sound of the wind, nor the chirping of insects.
It is a type of "white noise".
Like the hissing sound an old-fashioned television makes when it can't receive a signal.
But the sound wasn't heard through the ears; it came directly from the brain.
Everything on the construction site began to fade in color.
The red of the bricks and the yellow of the soil are fading at a visible rate, turning into a monotonous gray.
Even the heat in the air is rapidly disappearing, replaced by an absolute, temperatureless "nothingness".
A figure appeared out of nowhere in the open space of the pigsty.
It was wearing a gray bodysuit of indistinguishable material, had no facial features, and its face was a smooth, flat surface.
It didn't just walk over; it simply "existed" there abruptly, like a layer that was drawn incorrectly.
It stretched out its hand and pointed at Chen Ye.
Chen Ye felt his mind being pulled away.
The concepts of "bricks," "walls," and "pigsties" all disappeared from his mind.
The brick in his hand is losing its "hardness" and becoming as soft as a sponge.
That's not an attack, that's deletion.
The "Eraser" is erasing this area, along with everything within it, from the real-world database with a single click.