In a secret base located hundreds of miles underground, researchers wearing cloaks and robes ran back and forth, shouting loudly, and a huge amount of faint blue light reflected from the scintillator on their faces, making everything running or stopping seem a bit supernatural.
nature.
In this base composed of various circuits, machines and high-hardness engineering materials, researchers in cloaks and robes seemed to jump out of the tomb. They were ancient and incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere... They wore underwear made of high-quality linen.
Outside this inner coat, there is a gorgeous robe made of silk with jeweled edges. The cloak material is decorated with green and blue patterns and is covered with various ornaments, such as clocks, daggers, pearl birds, small kettles and fingers, etc.
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now.
This group of people who looked more like ancient magicians than researchers gathered together in front of a huge supercomputer... Whether they were running, standing or shouting, they looked at the projection composed of countless 01 codes.
When he saw the virtual light screen in mid-air, his face showed a look of ecstasy that could not be concealed.
[Description]: Contained object 1--243 has a jet black appearance, 23.4 cm in length, width and height, and is made of an unnamed metal object. The second hand is printed with the name "a████" from the suspected former owner.
"Judge", the specific information is unknown. The clock has been confirmed by 5--003 to come from the outer solar system. It has survived in a thermal radiation radius equivalent to the center of a nuclear explosion. It has extremely high hardness and melting point and is indestructible.
When a subject tries to touch 1--243, his/her time immediately undergoes unobservable changes, and after three and a half minutes, brain symptoms including but not limited to epilepsy, dementia, schizophrenia, aphasia, etc.
The subject has a neuronal disease that cannot be treated. The observable parts of the body are in a combination of quantum collapse, and the somatosensory response is gradually lost.
[Special Containment Procedures]: 1--243 will be contained in a giant non-transparent container with a size of at least 30 m x 20 m x 10 m. Members with lower A-level permissions are not allowed to observe and test it, and employees are prohibited from talking to it.
, any unauthorized person who attempts to communicate with 1--243 will be stopped and forcibly destroyed. If 1--243 actively makes an abnormal noise, you must respond quickly and respond with all your strength depending on the situation.
[Experiment 1065.1.3]: Researchers participating in the experiment include Blair Douglas, Archduke Alger, De Vere VII, etc.
Log 1: ████████.
Log 2: ████████.
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Test result: ████████.
[Test 1321.4.28]: ████████.
Test result: ████████.
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[Appendix]: There is a unique information exchange between 1--243 and 1--004. Usually 1--004 will show a great sense of pleasure and healing after the exchange, and temporarily lose its aggressiveness.
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In the main console, the supercomputer continuously changes instructions.
The information obtained by investigator Reilly Morsolas from the Aviva Electric Power Company was checked against the database and finally projected into the air.
No one spoke.
The sounds of running and excited shouts have long since silenced, and the sounds of breathing and swallowing have been suppressed. It sounds like the rustling of claws and wind as a group of wild beasts rub each other before eating.
A beast indeed.
They have been in exile for too long and have been thirsty for blood for too long.
Exiled and suppressed by the Foundation, controlled and excluded by those same supernatural organizations.
They struggled again and again, escaping from threats from extraterrestrial, different dimensions or outer space, like flies crawling in a manure pile full of maggots, bulging their compound eyes desperately, hoping for the predator's hooves and
The feet will lightly pass over the top of your head.
These strangely dressed "magicians" covered their mouths and almost cried loudly. They looked at the light screen projected into the air and couldn't help but laugh.
After 1--087 (Spear of Dionysus), they finally found another Sequence 1 contained object.
That was 1--243, whose containment had failed long before the Great Schism of the Foundation!
"Who would have thought that Rayleigh Mausolus actually found it? Damn it, who could have believed that Rayleigh was just a D-level investigator?" In the silence, someone sighed:
"It's only been a few months since he joined us? He hasn't even completed a formal training class!"
"Then who would have thought that 1-243 would appear in Blanc City? It cannot be detected using existing technology, and the madmen in the Foundation thought it was taken to extraterrestrial space by the lizard people."
"Stop, stop, stop... I propose to send out the task force now and start voting now."
"I second the motion."
"Second."
"Second."
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"Good afternoon, gentlemen, today is really worth celebrating."
Amidst the commotion, a harsh cough suddenly broke in, as sharp as a needle.
The veiled old woman staggered into the main control room. She was also wearing a cloak and robe, but her accessories were more dazzling and luxurious than anyone present. Gold, green and silver little fingers hung all over the hem of her cloak, like
Gauze curtains studded with pearls.
After a brief moment of surprise, as she approached, the researchers leaned over to kiss her hand, bowed to greet her good afternoon, and called her ma'am.
"After many years, we have taken another step forward."
Under the black veil, the rough voice contained unconcealable joy, and the old woman opened her arms to the void: "Praise my Lord!"
"Praise my Lord, for——" The researchers knelt down on the ground, put one hand on their left chest and cried with all their strength: "Big plan!!!!!!"
Almost just for a moment.
The sounds of admiration and crying grew louder and louder. No one could stay awake in this fanatical atmosphere. Those "magician"-like researchers instantly turned into the most fanatical religious believers, chanting unknown words.
Names, like cattle and sheep in heat, tear each other's clothes apart, leaving holy scars on each other's bodies.
That is the sacrifice that lasts for thousands of years, hundreds of years, and even goes back to tens of thousands of years ago, the Lamb's love for the Lord, the source of all demands and rewards... Everything is for the big plan destined by the destiny of the universe!
They are the ones who dig the springs and they are the ones who reveal the seals. After the final judgment comes, because of the work they have done, they will exist forever and will live forever like the stones in the ground!
And suddenly.
The red light danced crazily.
The piercing siren buzzed, like a wave sweeping over them instantly!
"What's going on? What's going on?!"
The old woman kicked away a man who was kneeling and crying and yelled.
In the main control room, the supercomputer seemed to be convulsing. The huge and even bloated database automatically began to search without permission, projecting a sea of data that covered half of the hall, like a burning flame.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Stop! I fucking stop!"
A middle-aged researcher who had just unbuttoned his pants screamed, and slapped away the bewildered man standing in front of the console. His fingers trembled and jumped on the keyboard, and his eyes were instantly bloodshot:
"Quick! Everyone fucking moves! We've been invaded! The investigation team blocked his signal! The tracking team put a Trojan horse on his computer, hurry! Hurry! Hurry!... The authority group? Everyone fucking moves.
!”
"Have you found the intruder's address? Take over his area of the power grid... cut off the power!"
"Attack!"
"Let the Black Guard team attack!"
Suddenly, the entire underground base fell into a commotion. The strange hacker was as cunning as a loach. Without anyone reacting, he easily dismantled one firewall after another, nakedly spying on their computers.
Secret, played roughly and mercilessly.
"It's time to play..." A researcher murmured and backed away amid the piercing sirens and overwhelming red light.
On the host screen at this moment, countless codes flowed out like a waterfall, almost changing in a swipe of the screen. But in just a few seconds, another new firewall was compromised.
Too fast.
Relying on an entire data center with hundreds of servers, it can't even compare with the other party...
"Stop fucking standing there, get moving!"
The roar woke the researcher up. He turned his head and saw only a pair of bloodshot eyes of the middle-aged man: "If that bastard cracks the permission file, every one of them will be counted.
We are all going to be fed to the lizards!”
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On the other side, in Blanc City, in the data processing room of Aviva Electric Power Company.
D-class investigator Rayleigh Mausolus had his hands tied and the back of his neck was ashen. He had already passed out on the floor. On the chair next to him, Baizhu, who had previously excused himself to go to the bathroom, was typing on the keyboard.
"79%, 80%, 81%, 82%...ah ah ah ah, hurry up, hurry up, I'll just take a look."
In the faint blue light, the data bar was filling up little by little, and he typed the execution symbol to confirm the output.
"Come on." Bai Zhu smiled: "Let me see what you are."
Amidst the buzzing alarms in the underground base, doors opened in the network ocean, and thousands of gateways containing confidential data opened to him.
The most secret side of this world finally showed its cracks...
