Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 1168 Phantom Simulator

Although Lin Yu had come into contact with some "authority", he was full of respect for the power that only gods could control.

However, after actually using the "information authority", Lin Yu found that he still underestimated what the "God" could do.

Complete authority, even if most of it is sealed up, even a little bit of it leaked out, still has incredible power.

Information authority can not only create informational life that can grow...

It is even possible to use other information related to the core life part of this information body to build an environment for this life form to "survive".

However, this environment may be a little difficult for humans to understand.

Qian Huan's residence in Haicheng, Li Nian's house, the rooftop of Jiangcheng Hot Spring Hotel, and the [copy] he and Lin Yu experienced together merged into an "incoherent" but complete scene.

If the real Qian Huan came here, he would definitely feel confused, collapsed, and want to escape.

But as an "information life form"... although this life has the ability to imitate Qian Huan and knows many memories about Qian Huan, in essence he is not the real Qian Huan.

He also began to imitate what Qian Huan had done according to his instinct in the scenes where Qian Huan had been active.

But more importantly...

Lin Yu felt that when this information life form Qian Huan was placed in these scenes, his imitation also began to slowly produce new "information".

After all, even with the information fed to him by Lin Yu, he still had no self-awareness and a complete personality.

And now with an interactive environment... this "Qianhuan" is slowly completing its incomplete parts.

"I see... After an 'information life form' is created, it will grow and generate new information!"

Although the soul is very thin, when the amount of information is large enough, his behavior will become closer and closer to the real Qianhuan.

It's like... some kind of artificial intelligence big data model.

Lin Yu was shocked again by this discovery.

And this also means... he has a Thousand Illusion Simulator.

This "Information Qianhuan" not only has some of Qianhuan's past information, but when he grows up sufficiently, he will be able to help Lin Yu predict some of Qianhuan's reactions.

Although this function is not very useful for Qian Huan...

But what about Baisha and Fluoxetine?

What if I have the chance to get some soul and memories of Freud from the Psychological Society or the Fortune Teller from the Plunderers?

Wouldn't that mean that not only would I have the opportunity to find weaknesses from the data, but I would also have the opportunity to conduct some actual combat in this space to confirm whether these weaknesses were real weaknesses!

At the same time, when these guys are complete enough, Lin Yu can even use the [Dream Box] to project them out of the [Ancient Notes] - after all, these "information life forms" themselves can be regarded as a kind of "thought", but they are alive and independent.

Lin Yu thought about it, then turned around and left this newly constructed "information life form habitat" - he only needed to open the door of Qian Huan's house and he would be back home.

Afterwards, Lin Yu thought about it, continued to mobilize the "information authority", used the memories he gained in the gray domain mirror world to extract the "space technology", and then created a corridor outside his home.

This corridor was a replica of the way the apprentice in the mirror world uploaded his consciousness, but it was longer than that.

In this long corridor, Lin Yu built neatly arranged metal doors.

On one of the doors, the words "Number 1: 'Magician'" were marked.

Obviously, this is the scene where the "Information Life Form Qianhuan" is located - Lin Yu placed him and the environment in which he lives.

Then...

Lin Yu pushed open the second door.

This time, he entered Bandura's memory!

Compared with the memories given by Qian Huan, Lin Yu immediately felt a sense of helplessness and depression as soon as he entered the scene of Bandura's soul fragments and memory reappearance.

In the psychiatric outpatient department of the Mental Health Center of Hebei Province, Bandura, who is now slightly balding, stood by the window, holding a cup of coffee and looking at the crowd watching in front of the hospital entrance downstairs in a daze.

They were some patients' family members who had gathered to cause trouble. A haggard and frail middle-aged woman knelt at the hospital gate holding a banner, with several male family members guarding her.

Passersby were taking photos with their mobile phones and many media outlets also arrived at the scene.

Faced with cameras and mobile phone cameras of passers-by, the hospital security guards who failed to prevent the farce from happening in the first time have now completely lost the opportunity to resolve the matter.

"Zhao Chong, the unscrupulous doctor at Jisheng Mental Health Center, return my daughter to me! Return my husband's life to me!"

The sound of shutter clicks rang out, and the onlookers talked a lot. The security guards called the police and waited anxiously for their arrival.

"Zhao Chong!"

The vice president angrily pushed open the door and shouted Bandura's name: "What have you done again?!"

Bandura put down his coffee on the windowsill and turned to look at the vice president whose hair was already half white. "I didn't do anything. I just...treated my patient normally."

The vice president looked at Bandura's calm demeanor and was furious. "What nonsense are you talking about? Last time you persuaded a patient to run away from home, that was fine, but this time you've caused a murder!"

"Are you still going to get promoted to senior physician or not? I've already told the dean. You were supposed to be the chief physician this year!"

"It's unclear whether you can still be a doctor now—you could be charged with abetting murder!"

"Our hospital will suffer!"

Bandura looked at the vice president and shook his head. "Brother, I know you mean well... but compared to my professional title and the hospital's reputation, I feel that as a 'doctor', my most important responsibility is to treat my patients."

"Ordinary doctors have to save lives and heal the wounded, and the same goes for psychiatrists. I have to find solutions to the problems of patients who are in pain."

The vice president looked at Bandura and said with gritted teeth, "What kind of noble and upright nonsense are you talking about? You think you're doing good things, you think you're the only one who's sober while everyone else is drunk? Do you know that the woman kneeling outside had her husband stabbed to death by her fifteen-year-old daughter?"

"The girl gave a statement at the police station, saying she was grateful to her psychologist for helping her find her own path and seeing a way out of her pain."

"Is this the plan you came up with? Create a murderer who killed his father?! You've ruined the rest of her life!"