I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The church rang at seven o'clock.

In the opera house, which is separated from Munich University by two streets, there is a melodious symphony. The Kemin Orchestra from Vienna, Austria, presented a spectacular performance to the audience. Under the leadership of the conductor, all the musicians sang to the audience.

Taking advantage of the gap between the curtains, Sim and the Austrian president sitting in the special seat of the Opera House happily talked to each other.

"A very good performance, Evelyn guys will regret for leaving early."

Heinz Filol smiled very gentlely. "I will tell you the leader of the Kemin Orchestra. I think they will be honored to be praised by the German President. Say, what is the next show?" What?"

"The opera "Turandot", the masterpiece of the famous Italian composer Giacomo Puccini, starred by the Berlin National Orchestra, you can look forward to it." Sim tilted his legs and squatted sideways.

After the curtain was opened, the bonfire lit up the stage. Under the low-pitched horns, the actors dressed by the nomads came out from behind the scenes. The beautiful and cold Yuan Dynasty Princess Turandot solemnly and solemnly ordered the people to marry him. If a man can guess her three riddles, she will marry him.

Countless admirers fell under the knives of the officers and men, and under the guise of the smoke, the chaotic atmosphere was created.

At this moment, a young man with a black gram and a black towel on his face took the violin and walked onto the stage without delay. Sim, who was originally immersed in the opera, frowned slightly. He did not remember that such a violinist appeared in "Turandot".

On the stage, two officers and men stepped forward and stalked him with a knife in his hand, just like other martyrdom. Looking at the young man, Turandot's frozen face is slightly different, she does not remember such an episode in the plot.

The masked youth smirked at the crowd and opened the violin case...

Then calmly took out the mp7 submachine gun hidden in the box!

When everyone did not respond, he suddenly shot two "guns and soldiers" in front of him and shouted the slogan of the holy war.

"calm down!"

at the same time. He smirked at the audience and pulled the trigger.

Blood flutters in the air.

The shrill screams overwhelmed the bullets, and the audience in the front row was immediately swept down by the bullets. The sound of the opera was abruptly stopped, and the actors ran to the background in horror. Going to the safe passage.

Then I ran into another horror.

Inside the opera house, the man left the female partner, and the woman threw away the high heels. When everyone was flocking to the exit, a warrior stood up. The child and the woman were kept behind him, but soon he died under the gun of the attacker.

Sim, sitting in the special seat, simply drilled under the table, and the bodyguards standing beside the two presidents immediately pulled out the pistol in his arms and held the door of the room.

"Damn, what's the matter? Is there any fear in the show? Attack on the exercise ring?" Hiding behind the sofa, Haiyingz said palely.

"This joke is not funny at all. Don't worry, the German security forces are outside." Sim's face is equally ugly, but it has calmed down at the moment.

As a president, although there is not much decision-making power, it is the money that the Ministry of Defense spends on counter-terrorism every year. He still has a lot of thoughts. The people of the ninth battalion of the border guards are also the elite of the elite in the world. It is nothing to face in the face of several terrorists!

Just as the two presidents and a deputy prime minister were waiting for the rescue, the outside had become a mess.

"The Munich Opera House suffered a horror. The attack, the total of six gunmen. Repeated, Munich Opera House..."

Police and special forces deployed outside the opera house quickly entered the theater and exchanged fire with terrorists. The smoke alarm sounds loud, the guns are heard, and the scene is chaotic.

Fortunately, the ninth brigade of the German border guards was present, they are the elite of the whole of Germany.

Unfortunately. The other party held the staff and actors of the opera house. Even the ninth battalion had to vote for the squad.

"Norson, what are you waiting for! They have only six people, and I will attack you soon." Casper, who arrived at the scene, grabbed the intercom and command. I also don’t care about the wig that was blown in front of the media, and yelled at the intercom.

"Sir, but they held the cast of the opera house." After crouching in the bunker, Norson calmly replied to the chief.

"Idiot, I will limit you to attack within 2 minutes!"

"But the sir, there are 57 hostages inside."

"Nothing. They are horror. Molecules, and our president is inside! The Austrian president is also inside! Attack, now!"

"……Roger that."

Taking a deep breath, Norson made a fist to his companion, then swung heavily and made a strong attack gesture.

Speaking of this, there is nothing to worry about. Even if the 57 hostages are dead, the presidents of the two countries must be rescued.

The storm started!

......

On the lawn in front of the chapel of the University of Munich, the evening party for international students continues. However, with the departure of Jiang Chen, college students outside the Chinese students gradually began to withdraw. When the students and journalists who had nothing to do with the party left, the lawn was suddenly empty.

At the moment, the side entrance of the chapel.

Jiang Chen loosened the hand holding Evelyn and looked at him with a questioning look.

"I am very glad to meet you, Mr. Deputy Prime Minister. Is there any problem?"

"No problem, just shocked by the future picture in Mr. Jiang Chen's speech, I can't help but want to talk with you. Tonight I am attending this party in the name of the graduate of Munich University, please call me Evelyn. Evelyn smiled friendly.

The German deputy prime minister was very talkative, and Jiang Chen was happy to make friends with these government officials, so he talked with him. The science-born deputy prime minister showed great interest in the vr, ar technology mentioned in Jiang Chen’s speech and the pure electric vehicle field that the future people group is about to enter.

Just when the two talked about investment-related matters, the secretary standing behind him took a call and suddenly his face changed dramatically. Put away the phone, he quickly walked to Evelyn's side and whispered a few words.

Upon hearing the secretary's whisper, Evlin changed his face and looked at Jiang Chen with apology.

"Unfortunately, our conversation has to stop here, and there is a little situation outside."

"It doesn't matter, it's still important." Jiang Chen smiled.

Watching Evelyn and others leave, Jiang Chen only slightly frowned. Although he couldn't understand German, from the whisper of the bodyguard to Evelyn, he faintly heard a strange taste.

Recalling that Carmen had told him to come back in the morning, his ominous premonition was lingering in his heart.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Jiang Chen?"

Just then, some crappy Chinese came from behind him.

Jiang Chen turned and looked at the thin man who came to him.

The messy curls glowed a little under the light, and the darkness under the eyelids didn't know whether it was a deep eye socket or an eye bag. Except for the flashing fanaticism in the pupil, the whole person looked like a very unspirited look.

"Yes, are you?"

"Amos Kimberly, Ph.D., University of Munich." The man smiled a little slyly, revealing a white mouth full of teeth, reaching out and holding a grip on Jiang Chen. "It is like this, about what you mentioned in your speech." The classification of elementary, intermediate and advanced artificial intelligence, can I ask in detail? Why should we use the three stages of logical response, self-compilation and emotion as the artificial intelligence grading standard? Can you please explain in detail?"

“Do I mention it?” Jiang Chen asked strangely.

Amos definitely nodded. He is convinced that he has not heard a word.

Khan, impromptu speech over-the-top...

Looking at the eager expression on Amos's face, Jiang Chen could not help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Now most of the artificial intelligence programs stay at the level of logical response. Whether it is ibm or future people's groups, the use of artificial intelligence stays at this level. The program makes a logical response based on the logic rules set by humans. This is the primary artificial intelligence and the safest artificial intelligence."

"I can't agree with you. In the frontiers of technology, there are already many research results that can complete your self-compilation function and even simulate human feelings." Amos raised an objection.

Jiang Chen thought for a moment and said.

"It is normal for you to have objections. The standard is originally set by people. But here I have to correct your point of view. That is, the self-compilation I am talking about does not refer to the self-compilation in the broad sense. How do you say? You can Think of it as thinking. It is not thinking about serving human beings and fulfilling the tasks set by human beings, but thinking about what you are doing now. Are you sure that the current technology can do it?"

In the face of Jiang Chen’s question, Amos was obviously stunned and fell into meditation.

After a long time, he suddenly asked.

"Then did you do it?"

Sighed, Jiang Chen said.

"I am sorry, Mr. Amos, these are corporate secrets, so I can't tell you more."

Said, in the face of Amos's disappointing expression, Jiang Chen paused, smiled and took a business card from his pocket and handed it to his hand.

"If you are interested, you can join us. We can't give you the technology for free, but if you are willing to share your knowledge for our ideals, we welcome you to join."

After that, Jiang Chen did not care about the wrong expression on Amos's face and turned to walk inside the chapel. (To be continued.)