With a serious expression, Charles and Tuba had already arrived at the center of the well city. Every time the paper rabbit jumped, it could jump a lot in the air.

He looked down at the strange city below. The buildings in the city were very strange. Most of them were not straight, but were tilted, as if these buildings were already tired and seemed to want to lie down at any time.

There seemed to be some creature living in the city of Well, and these things crawled back and forth like ants. Because the distance was too far, Charles could not judge what they were. Anyway, they were either humans or not.

"Those are "they", "they" are the natives of the big trees, and they are spliced ​​and absorbed a little energy emitted from the gods to survive, so they settled here." Tuba explained to Charles.

Charles took his eyes back and looked deep in the well. There was only a chaos, and there was no figure of the central computer. "How long has it been, we have been in for half an hour."

"It's coming soon. I'll tell you what you're going to do later. When you arrive at the place, you have to open your head, dig out your brain, and throw it over like throwing a grenade."

Tuba's words were underestimated, but Charles almost thought he had heard it wrong, "What?! You say it again?"

Tuba raised his hand again, looked at the drawing on the ground with his right hand, and said indifferently: "What a panic, this is not reality, this is another angle, you will not die, here you should be more afraid of being erased and replaced."

Charles recalled his experience. After carefully looking at Tuba for a while, he grabbed the rabbit made of newspapers and continued to jump deep into the city of Well. "I wanted to ask before, what is in my mind? Why can it be used as a weapon against the central computer? There is nothing else in my mind except Anna's tentacles."

Tuba turned his head and looked at him deeply. "Captain, you have experienced many things in the sea. Some things you have forgotten have not disappeared. On the contrary, they are more closely connected to you. They were only outside before, but after the foundation has been tossed, they are already inside."

Charles looked down at his chest and asked in confusion: "What the hell are you talking about? Why are you so crazy from this angle?"

Tuba smiled openly, and his body swayed on the rabbit. "It's okay, I don't know what I'm talking about. Being a madman is good, you can be relaxed and have no worries."

As the two of them were talking, something emerged from the deepest part of the well. When the thing appeared in front of him through chaos, Charles was very surprised.

From this perspective, the central computer is not a brain, but a black shadow with a human outline. If you have to use something to describe it, it is a person's back.

This is the foundation's central computer, the brain of the god Pedder, which looks even more strange than Charles imagined.

"Are you really sure it's this thing?" Charles looked around empty. Although it was a good thing that the foundation had no protection here, things went too smoothly still made him feel unsure.

"Hey, why are you so ingenious? Hurry up and throw your head over. They would think of us taking action from this angle." Tuba grabbed the paper rabbit's long ears with his hand and stood up from his back.

Charles looked at Tuba in front of him, and all the contacts with him flashed in his mind. Finally, he raised his hand and inserted it into his hair, pulling down the tentacles that acted as his hair.

Then he inserted his hands into the back of his head and gently stroked it, and a rotten tofu that was riddled with holes in Charles' palm.

Although I had no brains, there was nothing abnormal except for the cold back of my head. Tuba was right.

After slamming his hands with one hand, all the muscles on Charles' arm exerted force instantly, throwing them hard at the shadow in the distance.

Dots of brain fluid and brain flowers splashed out from the brain, forming behind the body like a white meteor passing through the air.

Looking at his brain that was gone, Charles, whose head was empty, said in a low voice: "I hope the tomb you dug was not for me."

Looking at the brain gradually fading away, Tuba smiled first, then laughed loudly and finally laughed wildly, with a proud face on her face.

However, when he saw Charles' expressionless appearance, the expression on his face instantly stopped and asked in surprise, "Huh? I'm so smiling like a bad guy. Why didn't you react? Did you keep a backup plan?"

"Bad person? This title is really general. Are you a bad person?"

Tuba, who was standing on the rabbit, relaxed his feet and sat back on the rabbit's back, and said regretfully: "Of course I'm not. I just want you to relax, so I'm just kidding."

Charles sighed helplessly, "You are all hundreds of years old. Can you be more stable? Is it time to joke?"

"How long do you live? I tell you, the longer you live, the happier you need. This way, life will be meaningful, otherwise you will be completely useless if you live like the guy with bandage!"

Just as Tuba was arguing with Charles, the "meteor" in the distance sank into the black back in the distance.

The back in the distance was still squirming and trembling. Charles immediately cheered up and stared at the scene in the distance.

Without any warning, Charles suddenly found that in addition to his own eyes, there was an extremely special three-dimensional perspective.

He saw his other body, which was a huge pool. The square pool not only contained water, but also the giant brain soaked in the pool, and the water surface was full of brain folds covered with blood vessels.

Transparent fibers are inserted from all around the transparent pool and connected to the things in the pool. At the end of the fiber are strange equipment condensed by machinery, energy, flesh and blood, and plants. The foundation's clones work diligently on these devices.

A huge amount of knowledge instantly poured into his mind. He knew that the thing was a central computer, and he even knew the use of those machines and the number of each clone.

The powerful data and stronger will of the central computer will almost instantly assimilate Charles completely, and everything in his mind is not worth mentioning in front of the central computer.

However, just when he was about to be unable to tell whether he was Charles or the central computer, there was no warning that the blood in the pool began to boil, and the tiny blood vessels all over the folds began to crack.
Chapter completed!