Jiang Xia thought of something and her eyes dimly lit up.
——In the real world, vodka always lacks the courage to kill, so the murderous intention of vanilla ice cream seems so rare.
But what about in the gaming world?
Thinking of the murderous intent Bodega had towards cats, passers-by, and Wu Zuo's younger brother... Jiang Xia vaguely had an idea.
——How about this time, give this bottle of wine that bullies the weak and fears the strong a higher status and see how he reacts.
…
Jiang Xia has not read the script this time.
He not only wants the fun of the game, but also pays attention to the fun of others being played by the game, so he has been struggling with "reading the script or not reading the script".
But now...
Jiang Xia thought for a while and turned to Noah: "Model the specific details and show me what positions are available for 'players' to experience this time."
…
After reading the script, Jiang Xia gradually had a plan in mind.
He followed the pair of glasses and secretly observed the situation of the three candidates at this time, and then found that the right time and place were the best time to recruit people.
"This is a rare opportunity, let's start tonight."
Jiang Xia handed the remaining ghost mint to Noah, and put a few bags in advance, ready to start today's operation - worthy of being a black organization, the three bottles of wine seemed to be nocturnal, and at three o'clock in the morning, everyone was
Haven't fallen asleep yet.
...Since we can't sleep, let's do something interesting together.
…
Tokyo.
In a highly confidential safe house.
Gin was checking the assassination list for the next week. Before he could finish it, he suddenly caught a glimpse of silver light from the corner of his eye.
He quickly grasped the handle of the gun, turned his head and looked over, and saw that the source of the light turned out to be a pair of glasses.
"..." Gin thought of something, put down the gun again, and picked up the pair of glasses to check.
——He still trusted the level of tissue technicians. After having people from the research institute carefully inspect it, Gin was convinced that there were no dangerous devices such as poisonous needles or electric shock equipment.
At this time, the glasses that suddenly lit up with silver light did not pose any threat to the human body.
Apart from the warning light, Gin discovered that the only change was that one of the lenses was slightly discolored.
Soon, a picture of Mo Lake appeared on it - it looked like a projection of a photo.
"..." Gin fixed his eyes on the lenses and frowned slightly, remembering what the technician had said before: there is a storage device on the frame, but the capacity is not large, and it is easy to destroy the data in it if it is cracked by force.
In Gin's view, this pair of glasses was a rare clue about Shirley. To be on the safe side, he did not ask for a crack immediately, but planned to study it on his own for a while. If he couldn't open it, he would hand it over to a technician to solve it.
The idea was wonderful, but because he was too busy, Gin never had time to take a closer look at the glasses after getting them back from the research institute.
Unexpectedly, tonight, it suddenly started to move.
The opportunity was fleeting, and Gin quickly picked it up and looked at it without hesitation.
…
The photo vaguely projected on the lens is a figure that resembles a lake.
Although the person's face and figure were shrouded in mist, making it difficult to see clearly, Gin was able to identify the person above based on his hair color and hairstyle.
After being startled for a moment, he smiled sinisterly, as if he had discovered prey.
…
Gin quickly unfolded the glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose.
——Although I don’t know where this pair of glasses, which look high-tech, come from. But since they are glasses, the way to operate them is to put them on first.
After putting it on, the mosaic on the photo in front of me disappeared and became clear for a moment.
But it was only shown for an unusually brief tenth of a second - Gin only had time to confirm that the person in the photo was indeed the defected "Shirley", and before further observing the background of the photo, the photo faded again.
At the same time, in the middle of the image, a floating box suddenly popped up:
There are a few big words written at the beginning: [User Confidentiality Clause]
Below is a large list of detailed instructions that need to be pulled down, densely packed with small words, and an extremely long progress bar.
Finally, there are two simple option buttons:
[Agree and enter], [Reject]
Gin clicked his tongue impatiently, and without much hesitation, clicked "Agree and enter".
——The current situation is very clear. Only by clicking Agree can you see the information about Shirley.
As for what obligations he, the "user", will assume and what risks he will face after clicking... Gin is not worried - he won't really abide by it anyway.
There is no privacy in these glasses, they are just a pair of glasses that he just picked up. The technician has also confirmed that there are no mechanisms in them that can cause harm to the human body... In short, even if he clicks "agree", it is nothing more than a pair of glasses.
It's empty glove information.
The Outlaws plan was well laid out.
However, it fell below the normal technical level of a tissue technician.
——The moment he clicked to agree, Gin’s eyes lit up.
The next second, his body suddenly leaned back, and he fell down in the safe house like a workaholic who died suddenly in the middle of the night.
The consciousness quickly entered another space similar to a "holographic game".
…
"First guest tonight."
Behind the large desk, a malicious voice suddenly came: "Welcome."
Gin turned his head quickly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was shocked to find that he was no longer in that safe house with tight security measures, but was standing in another completely unfamiliar place.
——This looks like a Victorian-style office, with a spacious interior and classical and complicated decorations hanging on the walls.
Gin was standing in the center of the office, and on the wall to his left was a dark red solid wood desk, with a strange young man sitting behind the desk.
When Gin turned to look over, he had already pulled out the gun from his pocket, quickly loaded it, and pointed the gun at the only living person here except himself, with murderous intent emanating from his body.
…
When Jiang Xia entered the consciousness space and guest-starred as the "Anonymous Boss", he did not use his usual face, but the form of his soul. He looked different from "Jiang Xia Tongzhi", and Ginjiu would not recognize him.
Although I have already guessed that if the organization cadres who walk on the line of life and death every day are suddenly dragged to such an unknown and terrifying place, their murderous intent will definitely come out as if they don't need money.
But Jiang Xia didn't expect the effect to be so good.
——A few seconds after Gin arrived, she just said hello to him in a friendly manner. The murderous aura that came out of the model worker comrade in an instant almost filled the entire office.
Jiang Xia happily stopped talking for a while, and made a common boss gesture of folding his hands and supporting his chin, and looked at Gin quietly, waiting for him to continue to take risks.
