At this time, the picture on the video wall changed again. Richie quickly shuttled through the space of blue, white, green, dark and other tones. The pattern was no longer high-definition, and low-pixel mosaic squares appeared.
"Have you entered Limbo?" Constantine asked doubtfully, "Aren't you in the network cable?"
"I can be a God on my own host because my firewall won't attack me.
But other people's firewalls will not allow 'foreign data' to do whatever they want.
Well, my soul has almost become a set of quantized data.
Of course, I can also put some effort into overcoming other people's firewalls.
That's what ordinary hackers do.
It wastes a lot of time and energy, and can easily trigger alarms.
As a quantum mage, I have more efficient means to reduce the dimensionality of all existing Internet defense mechanisms."
Richie was elated, and as he kept "advancing", piece after piece of information about the Holy Advent Crusade fell into the small cartoon box in the corner of the screen.
The numbers on the surface of the small box are faster than running seconds.
He is downloading the crusade information found on the Internet to his own host.
"You can think of a firewall as a sealed three-dimensional house. If ordinary hackers want to enter, they can only open the door or open the window.
But I entered Limbo, the digital world
You have seen Harley's blimp. Its speed in the material world is barely twice the speed of sound, but its actual movement effect almost surpasses that of light.
Why?
Because it jumped into Limbo and moved in a higher dimension above the three-dimensional space.
Limbo is the fifth dimension beyond time and space."
Constantine said thoughtfully: "Ordinary hacker intrusion is like drawing a circle on a two-dimensional paper. To enter the circle from outside the circle, you must open a hole in the circle.
Your quantum soul jumped from the three-dimensional world into the circle on the two-dimensional paper, completely ignoring the circle."
"Yes, I am like a person in the three-dimensional world at this time, looking down at the ant in the two-dimensional paper world. All firewalls are in vain.
As long as my direction is correct, I can retrieve any information I need at will, such as buying the Tongue of Fire!
John, come and take a look at this, I think I have found the core of the Holy Advent Crusade!"
The screen changed again, and holy white light replaced all colors. Even Richie, who was wearing a suit and tie, exuded a faint golden glow from the inside out, as if he had become the Holy Spirit.
Rich started with a $100 donation from Constantine's brother-in-law to the Pyramid Prayer Meeting in Jersey City. He went through 25 systems and collected thousands of pieces of secret information about the financial operations of the Crusaders, and finally came to Glastonbury, England.
, a bank called 'Barak'.
Then, he officially entered the defense range of the Holy Advent Crusaders.
According to Constantine's request, all emails, phone communications, mobile phone address books and other information are collected, and then the information related to Zed is screened.
He found Zed's location.
Right at Glaston Castle, the headquarters of the Holy Advent Crusade.
He subconsciously jumped into the defense system of the Crusade headquarters.
Very simple, yet extraordinary.
This time, he encountered a truly powerful defense.
"God, John, have you seen it? I'm just close to the edge of the Crusader Firewall. Look around you. There are so many traps everywhere.
Damn, I guess this is just bait on the surface.
The really powerful things must be hidden somewhere I can't see." Rich exclaimed.
On the screen, a huge dotted space appeared, with a dark blue circuit board on the ground, and golden dots swimming rapidly along the circuit.
The sky is a sacred golden color, as if the Silver City is above.
Richie is like an ant on the ground, humble and insignificant.
Around him, energy beams of various geometric shapes jumped out from time to time.
He ran quickly, and in front of him there was a triangle of silver energy rising from the ground. He jumped up, like a well-trained circus lion, easily getting through the "ring of fire", and then his way was blocked by a tilted square.
He is like a spider, jumping into the square and jumping out again
"What is that square frame blocking you in front of you?" Constantine shouted nervously.
"A minefield full of traps and logic bombs, designed to prevent unauthorized persons from approaching the core area." Richie gasped.
"Can't you cause a dimensionality reduction blow to the existing network defense system?"
Constantine bit his cigarette butt and frowned tightly.
Even though he didn't recognize a line of code, he could tell that Richie was in a bad situation at this time.
"I am in the high-dimensional Limbo Hell, which can cause a dimensionality-reducing blow to the physical network on the earth, but the Holy Crusaders obviously also master quantum magic technology." Rich said.
Constantine subconsciously approached the console and held up his hand, "Richie, your machine is heating up. Is the hard drive inside? CPU?
I don't know what it is.
They are running fiercely and the sound is so loud that it can be heard outside."
Richie didn't respond to him, and the golden light on the screen became brighter and more dazzling.
"Richie?" Constantine noticed something was wrong and shouted loudly, "Richie, retreat quickly, get back first? Damn it, Richie, where are you?"
The screen was awash with gold and silver, and there was no trace of Richie at all.
"Richie!!"
Constantine took out his Nokia and was about to call Harley.
"Oh my God, that's great!" Rich's voice suddenly came from the speaker.
He shouted excitedly: "I feel it.
The flickering electronic information synapses are like flashing light bulbs.
The vibration at the subatomic level is like a passionate dance music.
God, I am in resonance with all things, I seem to be embracing the entire universe, and the sacred blazing sun is in my heart."
"Fuck!" Constantine's expression changed with horror. He smelled the smell of burnt protein, and when he turned around, he saw Richie smoking on the chair.
A very familiar scene.
That day, Little Black Bean woke up. He and Zatala and other mages jointly channeled Harry and said that there were spies from the wizarding group hidden among them.
pollution of the soul.
At this time, Richie took the initiative to throw his quantum consciousness into the divine light of heaven.
"No!" Constantine fell to his knees on the ground, wailing in despair.
"Boom!" The flames burned, crackled, and grease exploded.
"Om ba ba ba!"
The smoke rose to the ceiling, immediately triggering the automatic fire alarm system and spraying white foamy anhydrous fire extinguishing agent in all directions.
In an instant, the console, Constantine's body, and the video wall were all covered with a layer of weird-smelling foam.
But Richie is still burning.
It does not require oxygen to burn. It burns from the inside out to a piece of coke in less than a minute.
"Richie"
Constantine stood up, stretched out his trembling fingers, and gently touched his friend's cheek, which was oily.
"Crack!"
The body was burned to a crisp.
The head was broken from the neck and smashed to the ground, shattering into a soft pile of charcoal.
Very crispy and crispy.
"John?"
"What?" Constantine was startled. He quickly turned around and ran to the video wall, wiping away the bubbles with all his strength.
The screen seemed to have lost power and went completely black.
"Richie, are you still there?" he called tentatively.
"Hahaha, John, you have no idea where I've been. Go and ask Harley to come over. I'll be right back. I want to be in front of you. This is right. Where did the exit go?"
"Constantine, what are you doing? Have you taken off the consciousness helmet from my head?" Richie asked urgently.
"Sorry, there was an accident at work"
Constantine took out the ska again and lit a cigarette.
Taking a deep breath, his eyes flickered like cigarette butts.
"What's the accident? Please tell me clearly?" Richie felt bad and his voice was trembling.
"You're back, back to this console, back to your little kingdom, right?"
The hesitation on Constantine's face disappeared, his eyes became sharp, and finally his gaze fell on the power socket in the corner.
"Yes, I'm back, but everything seems to be very strange. Many instruments can no longer be used. Are they burned out?" Richie asked in panic.
"Has your spiritual quantized soul completely returned to the host?"
Constantine confirmed again.
The fear in Richie's heart grew, and he shouted excitedly: "John, tell me, what happened?"
"Buzz!"
Constantine suddenly unplugged the power, the host buzzed for a while, then shut down completely, and Richie's screams stopped abruptly.
"sorry"
Constantine sat weakly against the foot of the wall, his weathered cheeks glistening at the base, and the fingers holding the cigarette were trembling uncontrollably like a Parkinson's patient.
"Mr. Simpson, Mr. Simpson?" Someone shouted outside the door, "The fire alarm was triggered just now. Is it a misunderstanding?"
Constantine wiped his face, picked up the phone, and dialed Harley's number
Half an hour later.
It was still the quantum communication laboratory dedicated to Ritchie, and Ritchie's charred body was being carried away.
After everyone else left, Harley said with an ugly face: "Since we discovered that the Crusaders also mastered quantum paradigm technology, why didn't we withdraw earlier? His wife is about to give birth, did you know?"
"I don't understand those quantum magics. He is an expert. He should know how to judge. Moreover, I did shout and call him back." Constantine said frustrated.
"When you see the holy light coming out of the screen, you should be alert and notice something is wrong!" Harley said.
"If the time went back to two hours ago, I would rather not come to you. I don't want him to die. I didn't know that something like that would happen."
Constantine took out his cigarette and lit one numbly.
There seemed to be a thick shadow covering his entire body.
The huge pain and self-blame can even be felt by Harley next to him.
She sighed and didn't feel like blaming her any more, so she just asked:
"Since he came back later, it means there is still hope.
But as soon as you unplug the power supply, your digital soul will suddenly lose power, and its soul can't be backed up in the hard drive like ordinary data, right?"
Constantine blew out a smoke ring and said bitterly: "I did it on purpose."
"On purpose?" Harley's voice increased.
"I deliberately called him back to let his digital soul stay intact in the host, and then unplugged the power source to completely free him." Constantine said.
"Relief?" Harley frowned and said, "As long as the soul is still there, there is hope of rescue."
"You have been doing a lot of exorcisms in the past few years. Don't you know that the undead lingering in the world are the targets of exorcisms?
Richie is my friend, I can't save him, and I don't want him to become a ghost in the machine." Constantine said.
Harley said solemnly: "At least explain the situation clearly and give Richie a chance to choose."
"Choice? What choice does he have? Are you willing to give him the Paradise Card?"
Constantine spit out his cigarette butt and became excited.