It was already six:01, and the young man's forehead swelled up with blue veins and took the computer into powder with one palm.

The Internet cafe owner was so scared that he shivered when he saw this scene. He realized that this young man should not be provoked and immediately did not dare to complain.

The young man turned on another computer. His eyes were full of murderous intent, his legs were shaking wildly, and the ground vibrated slightly.

"The earthquake happened!?"

The entire Internet cafe shook as the young man shook his legs. Other guests in the Internet cafe thought it was an earthquake and frightened to escape from the Internet cafe.

The Internet cafe owner knew it was the reason for the young man, but he didn't dare to stay for a long time and ran away with the guests.

The young man clicked on B station again, and the computer screen was black again.

"God exists, do you believe it?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, "Haha, God?"

The young man did not break the computer anymore because he realized that doing so might not solve the problem.

The young man slides the mouse and clicks "Don't believe it."

The text on the screen suddenly disappeared, and a new line of text slowly emerged.

"If you don't believe it, you have to believe it, because I am God. Excite me, mortals, you have met God."

The young man glared and almost laughed out loud. This was the ridiculous joke he had ever heard. If someone dared to make such a joke in front of him, he would definitely make life worse than death and regret coming to the world.

But on the Internet, he had no way to use this prank Shi Yong author.

At this time, another line of text slowly emerged.

"Mortals, you are very lucky. Not only did you meet God, you also have the only chance in the world. God will answer any questions you have, you will have the opportunity to ask God. You can ask any questions, but you can only ask one. Ask questions as much as you like, the mortal chosen by God!"

At the same time, a text input box slowly emerged.

The young man sneered and typing on the keyboard.

"Who are you?"

After the young man finished typing, he pressed to submit, but a line of warning immediately popped up.

"Please be careful, the number of words must not be less than fifty words!"

The young man almost couldn't help but smash the computer again. He suppressed his anger and pressed hundreds of "..." to make up enough words.

But before he submitted it, a line of warning popped up immediately.

"Please be careful, punctuation marks do not count the number of words!"

The young man was stunned and suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart. He still had a little understanding of the computer program. He had not yet submitted it, and the text should have not been transmitted yet. How did the other party know that he used punctuation marks to make up the number of words?

Psychological prediction?

The young man deleted the punctuation marks, pressed the keyboard randomly, and entered a bunch of Chinese characters that could not be pieced together, "Dong Drinks Water Interior Design to send you and everyone to see the water in the warehouse..."

But halfway through his input, the entire screen suddenly flashed red, and a blood-red warning filled the screen with a sound of a blood-red warning.

"You are trying to anger God? Please cherish your only chance!"

The young man gasped and looked at the computer screen in disbelief.

He cleared the input box and murmured in a low voice: "Are you really God? If so, please answer me."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, a line of words slowly appeared on the screen.

"If that's your question, then the answer is...I'm God!"

The young man gasped, "Is it really God?"

The young man couldn't help but feel a little shaken. He was knowledgeable, but he had never seen such a strange thing. It seemed that only God could do this!

The young man said to the computer screen: "That was not the question I wanted to ask just now. I want to ask a question seriously. Is it OK?"

"Yes, God is willing to forgive the world."

The reply was immediately on the screen.

Although the young man was half-believing and half-doubted, he really seriously entered the problem that had been bothering him this time. If there was really God in the world, he would definitely ask this question.

...

...

In the hotel, Chu Hang was lying on the bed quietly waiting for the first fish to take the bait.

He just spent an hour writing the website program of the "God Consulting Room" and then forcibly implanted it into various well-known websites through Trojans and viruses.

Chu Hang's implantation is random implantation, that is, hundreds or thousands of IP users click on well-known websites that are implanted. Only one person will be randomly selected and then the "God Consultation Room" web program pops up.

In order to make the name of "God Consulting Room" more realistic, Chu Hang adopted a super virus that was invalid for shutting down and wrote a set of "artificial intelligence" programs on the website.

This set of "artificial intelligence" programs is called "God", which will automatically recognize the text in the input box.

When the number of words is less than 50 words, a warning will be given.

When the other party has not submitted but there are more than 50 words in the input box, "God" will automatically determine the text component. If the proportion of the title symbol in the input box is abnormal, a warning will be warned. If the text in the input box has language logic problems, a warning will be warned.

When the other party is reminded three times, the blood screen will be seriously warned!

There are countless intelligent discriminations like this, and the procedures are quite strict.

In order to make "God" more realistic, Chu Hang also made a "voice recognition artificial intelligence program", capturing the other party's voice, analyzing it into text, then performing artificial intelligence recognition, and then filtering out the appropriate answers through a large amount of data from the search engine. This program is a big project, and of course it cannot be completed in an hour. Chu Hang had to "stole" an unfinished product from the R&D team of an international company, and then improve it slightly by himself.

"God" was done like this.

Now Chu Hang just needs to lie on the bed and wait for the "winner" to "ask questions" to God.

Buzzing!

The phone suddenly vibrated!

"Here you come!"

Chu Hang's eyes lit up and picked up his mobile phone. He designed a mobile app that can receive questions from the world and reply to "God". In terms of function, it is almost the same as QQ WeChat, but the other party thinks that the person talking to him is "God".

The first mortal to ask "God" is taken to the bait!

Chu Hang opened the app and took a closer look.

"Mortal No. 1: God, I am a vampire. I have lived for countless years and only have one wish. I want to be as white as an angel and carry a pair of wings, but I still want to suck blood. Is there any way to realize my wish?"

Chu Hang was stunned and called himself a vampire? Could it be a middle school boy?

Thinking about it, it is precisely this kind of middle-aged boy who easily believes in the existence of God.

But this question is a bit tricky.

Chu Hang thought for three seconds before he thought of the answer.

He replied: "No problem, this is too simple for God, but there is a question before fulfilling your wish. Which style of Hushubao do you want to become?"

...

"The rage value from Nicholas Tras (Prince of Vampire) +1565!"

Chu Hang was stunned. Is it really a vampire?

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Chapter completed!