'The time interval between the fires is too long, it shouldn't be that related.' Li Cheng颐 felt more and more that this Mist Street was confusing and unpredictable.

'It seems that this painting should be what we are looking for...' Sindela sighed, her eyes still showing the astonishment of hearing the facts just now.

Not only her, but the others also had expressions of shock on their faces, and more or less felt a sense of horror.

The dead end of Mist Street could actually be a scene in a painting?

The gray, misty old street where they went before, which was deadly, could actually be derived from a painting.

No one would have thought of this, and even the people present felt it was absurd.

Immediately, Sindela took the initiative to negotiate with the old man, hoping to buy the painting, and said that money was not a problem.

The old man resolutely argued with him, saying that this was a treasure from his ancestors and he would not sell it!

'One hundred thousand!' Sindela said calmly.

'This is my grandfather's hard work!' the old man said angrily.

'Five hundred thousand!' Sindela said softly.

'Are you insulting me with money?!' The old man's face turned red and his neck became thick.

'One million!' Sindela said this was the last offer.

'Oh... forget it, since you like this painting so much, you must cherish it very much.' The old man looked lost. 'Even if my grandfather were still alive, he would be very pleased, pleased that someone would spend so much money to buy his painting. This is also an affirmation of him!' www.

The others were speechless, not knowing what to say to the old man.

However, Li Cheng颐 had been carefully studying the details of the street in the painting since the bargaining began.

'It's here!' Suddenly his eyes narrowed, and his finger gently stroked the canvas, landing at the foot of a concrete street lamp.

There... was a small gray-white flower swaying in the wind. That's what he wanted.

'Boss, you really don't remember the name of that comic book?' After agreeing on the price, Sindela still asked a little unwillingly.

'I can't remember, but it should be a theme related to artificial intelligence. At that time, anti-artificial intelligence developed into anti-mechanical, anti-technology, and anti-intellectualism. Anyway, everything related to electrical appliances had to be opposed. That comic book seemed to be drawn on a similar theme.' The old man said with a smile.

'At that time... yes, such books are probably destroyed now, right?' Sindela reacted, a trace of understanding flashed in her eyes.

'Yes. In those years, there was also a Solidarity Association that claimed that the essence of technology was evil.' The old man nodded.

'Yes, the Solidarity Association's main purpose is to claim that technology itself is born to breed mechanical life and intelligent life.

The end of this road must be the birth of a mechanical intelligent life form that is countless times stronger than humans, and we are all nutrients in the breeding placenta.

So they believe that technology itself is anti-human, and in the end, humans will inevitably be extinct, and mechanical life will rule everything.' Sindela said in a deep voice.

'The Solidarity Association should be the predecessor of the terrorist organization Xing Hu, right?' Song Ran suddenly spoke.

'Yes, the two are one.' Sindela nodded.

'Why will technology inevitably breed intelligent life?' Zhong Ying couldn't help but ask, 'How did they connect such a stupid causal relationship?'

'Because it's related to the technology race,' Li Cheng颐 explained.

'When I was in college, I also read information introducing that time. The Solidarity Association believes that the technological competition between countries, the competition for national power, will inevitably lead national regimes to desperately pursue higher levels of technology, stronger social efficiency, computing speed, computing accuracy, and so on.

And in these fields, the gap between countries with artificial intelligence and countries without artificial intelligence will widen rapidly over time.

Because powerful artificial intelligence can greatly improve the research speed in many fields, and it also has far more powerful capabilities in the military than humans. So...'

Li Cheng颐 paused.

'So, this forces all countries to embark on a path of desperately developing artificial intelligence. The ultimate result is that artificial intelligence becomes more and more perfect, more and more evolved and powerful. This is also what the Solidarity Association is worried about.

Because artificial intelligence that is too powerful is ultimately likely to break free from human constraints and evolve into a complete life.'

'This is the essence of capital... the two are very similar,' Sindela sighed.

'Yes, capitalists will also be held hostage by capital for similar reasons and be unable to help themselves.' Li Cheng颐 nodded.

In his previous and present lives, although he majored in plant maintenance, he had read quite a few miscellaneous books. At this time, he also recalled the records of the Solidarity Association.

'Don't say so much, Zhong Ying, go up and confirm that there are no problems and we'll leave!' Sindela said in a deep voice.

The purpose of their coming here was to help Zhong Ying get through this difficult time.

Now that the source of the dead end has been found, the next step is to figure out how to get out of it.

Zhong Ying slowly stepped forward, carefully checked it up and down, and confirmed that it was undamaged, then asked the boss to seal the entire painting, put it in a wooden box, and stuff it with fixed foam. Suddenly, the entire painting was wrapped tightly.

After Sindela confirmed that the transfer was successful with the old man, they quickly left the bookstore and got into the off-road vehicle.

The others followed closely and got into the car.

Song Ran started the engine and drove the car slowly towards the villa.

'Now that we have the painting, how are we going to find a way to escape?' Sima Gui asked with a trace of doubt on his face.

Inside the car, Li Cheng颐 looked around and saw Zhong Ying lowering her head, her hands clenched into fists unconsciously, looking a little nervous.

Sima Gui and Sindela were also staring at the painting, lost in thought.

'In the escape method, according to the replication method, we can determine the last person to touch the slot machine, or in other words, the painting,' Sindela said.

'That is, Bai Shaopeng himself is the last one,' Sima Gui replied.

'Then the escape method we need is to follow everything Bai Shaopeng did and do it again,' Sindela said as a matter of course, 'But now we can't find out how much he did before he last touched the painting.'

'So, we should use the ice-breaking method,' Song Ran added.

'What is the ice-breaking method?' Li Cheng颐 heard this for the first time.

'That is, when there is no clue at all, just like a piece of ice that has been frozen, at this time, we must use a head-on method to quickly change the situation and break the ice,' Song Ran explained succinctly.

'How to head-on?' Li Cheng颐 was puzzled.

'It's very simple.' Song Ran continued, 'Generally, there are major events in the dead end, so we artificially reproduce these events. Generally, at this time, we will forcibly guide the dead end into the reenactment environment.'

'Reenactment environment?' Li Cheng颐 seemed to understand a little.

'Yes, in the reenactment environment, the dead end will return to its original state. During this process, many clues to the escape method will naturally emerge. At the same time, the ice-breaking method may also accelerate the disappearance and weakening of the dead end.' Sindela took over the conversation.

'The disappearance of the dead end, through data summary and research, we found that it is related to the connection object. The so-called ice-breaking method also has a use, that is, to destroy the connection object to reduce the strength of the dead end, so that it accelerates its disappearance and weakens faster.'

His words made Li Cheng颐 feel a little ominous.

'So, your ice-breaking method is... to destroy this painting?'

'This is the simplest way. We have done it many times, and this method can effectively reduce the danger and complexity of the dead end,' Sindela nodded.

'Boss is generous! He says he'll throw away a painting worth millions,' Sima Gui immediately flattered.

Zhong Ying also had a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and she was obviously a little more relaxed.

Only Li Cheng颐 thought of the little white flower...

'By the way, is a living person also considered a dead end connection object?' He suddenly thought of a question and asked.

'Of course. The fewer connection objects, the lower the danger of the dead end,' Sindela nodded, 'Are you thinking of your last dead end experience?'

Li Cheng颐 nodded.

'The killing of the boss of Ai Xi Company may have produced positive help for me at that time.'

'Maybe, but no one can say for sure whether it helped or not,' Sindela sighed.

He reached out and picked up the painting frame covered by the cloth and handed it to Zhong Ying.

'What can be determined is that this painting is definitely closely related to Mist Street and is a very important connection object, so it's up to you to decide whether to destroy it.'

Zhong Ying hesitated and took the painting frame.

'If I break the ice, can I survive?'

'I don't know, it depends on your luck. If it is very important to the dead end, perhaps the danger in Mist Street will be reduced a lot. But, you have to think clearly, it is also possible that the ice-breaking method will lead to a deterioration of the situation. We have encountered this probability before. So, compared to the replication method, ice-breaking is often used when it is unavoidable,' Sindela explained in a low voice.

After listening, Zhong Ying fell silent for a while.

The boss is really kind, she can decide what to do with a painting bought for a million dollars.

This attention made Zhong Ying feel deeply grateful to him.

But at this time... what should she do?

Li Cheng颐 wanted to speak from the sidelines. As a third party, he naturally did not want major changes in Mist Street's dead end. He hoped that Mist Street would reappear after a while, and the white flowers would still be there.

But if Zhong Ying chooses to destroy the connection object and use the ice-breaking method, then no one can say what Mist Street will be like at that time.

No one knows whether his little white flower *Shan Li Hong* will still be there at that time.

The car shook constantly as it moved forward.

Zhong Ying clenched the painting frame tightly, sat in her seat, bit her lip tightly, and struggled constantly in her eyes.

Time passed little by little, until it was almost time to reach the villa.

'I've decided!' Zhong Ying's eyes finally became firm.

'I'm going to burn it!'

'Imitating the fire?' Sindela understood instantly.

The others also thought of this.

The fire on Xue Zhong Road before was a bit strange, and it may have something to do with Mist Street's dead end.

After all, Mist Street has been constantly pulling in newcomers for so many years, and it is impossible to only pull Zhong Ying in.

Among those newcomers, some may have successfully escaped. And the methods used by these people will never be the ice-breaking method, because the painting is still in their hands, and most people don't have that much power.

So they are likely to use the replication method.

In a short period of time, everyone in their hearts felt that the replication method might be related to the fire.

Everyone in the car was looking forward to this.

Only Li Cheng颐 opened his mouth, sighed silently.

He couldn't stop Zhong Ying from pursuing her own chance of survival. So, at this moment, he could only remain silent.

A moment later, a group of people came to the top of the villa and formed a circle on the roof.

Zhong Ying put the painting on the ground, then picked up the gasoline barrel and poured it on gently.