In this heart network space, a small illusion grid dome was built on the matrix circuit board. There was a thick data ice wall surrounding the illusion. Carl Wilson's personality Rubik's Cube was trapped in the illusion.
Suddenly, in the sky above the grid dome, four cyber-cowboys with smiling faces appeared, all riding bosozoku motorcycles.
On one of the motorcycles, there were an orange cat wearing sunglasses, a Shiba Inu and a macaque.
Hidden behind those smiling masks are Lindsay, Vivian, Shukichi Sakai and tower builder Huf Drew.
"Here we go, Director Wilson. The half of your remaining can of Blue Bird Beer is mine."
Sakai Shukichi cheered and said, "You are worth it too. You can live a sweet and loving life in a fantasy world. It is the pinnacle of your life."
"Lindsay, it turns out the dog is not you." Vivian looked at Lindsay with interest.
She is a flow manipulator. That day at the Five Hundred Flea Bar, she had a conversation with Carl Wilson, who was looking for clues, and quietly planted voodoo on him.
Although she is an advanced second programmer, she has a six-speed gear, which is not as good as Lindsay, and is higher than the five-speed gears of Xiuji and Hufudrew.
No matter where the six-speed gear is placed, whether on the street or in which chaebol, she is a highly talented person and can grow into a legend. If she wants to go to a place like Gasboin's Heart Network Operations Department, she will be better than Will
Sen is much more reused.
But the New World Bank not only destroyed the Bone and Blood Zone, but also destroyed Fudu City a few years earlier because of the prophecy of the change of the era.
The Bank believes that it dominates the current Seventh Age, while the prophesied leader of the Eighth Age is Voodoo, or Voodoo Ruins.
Vivian is a remnant of Voodoo. She usually lives in the big house area. The territory of the Voodoo Gang has always been at odds with the bank.
And Lindsay, the overdrive, is the operator who controls her.
From beginning to end, it was all his arrangement.
"I haven't finished telling the story last time. The hunter caught the dog and used the dog to lure out the fox behind him."
As early as that night, Lindsay had collected some of the broken and confusing personality data of Gasboy's personnel before jumping away and going offline again.
Those data can only provide extremely simple information, like a vague picture, an incomplete sentence, or an emotion.
From this chaos, Lindsay saw "Director Wilson" Carl Wilson and a rich girl named Miss Sophia. The reason for the whole thing became obvious.
He has a very clear understanding of how the New World Bank operates and the logic of plutocrats like Gasboy.
After Santo hammered Yakuza, they all said it was "a misunderstanding", but Gasboy still insisted on using Kitano Kazuya as a brain slave. This goes against the bank's logic of pursuing the best interests. Is there anything special about Kitano Kazuya?
,No.
This is Miss Sophia's personal insistence, and she is not convinced.
"That's still a little fox. He's only a second-programmer at most. He's also arrogant, impulsive, and stupid. He thinks that since he's born superior, he will win everything. This little fox has been a blood eater for less than a year."
Lindsay said with a smile, "It may never be more than a year, and the fox hunting season is here."
"Interesting." Vivian said in a friendly tone, "Lindsay, you can always come up with new tricks for me, I like that about you."
"Hey, are you playing too big?" Khufudru asked with surprise.
Khufudru was a short, stocky man who gave himself a nondescript ancient Egyptian name. He usually wandered the streets in the Pharaoh Quarter, which was the largest gathering place for tower builders and undertakers in the city.
He had been friends with Lindsay and Shukichi Sakai for many years. They asked him to come over to help catch a bank dog, so he came.
But now that he heard that a blood-eater was going to be captured, Khufudru was still shocked even though he had already followed their usual routine.
Only members of the core families of each financial group can be blood eaters, and every blood eater is not an ordinary bank dog.
"Little foxes are also foxes." Hufdrup thought it was outrageous. "We can't get close to the fox even if we capture this supervisor. Carl Wilson can't go back to Gasboy's place, otherwise it will be easy for others to figure out the clues.
"In other words, during our manipulation, he can no longer meet the fox."
Broilers are different from normal people, just like brain slaves are different from normal people.
Broilers are not that obvious and do not consume their brain energy. Except for occasional trances, there is no problem in normal life.
However, for those senior and experienced security personnel, especially certain types of extraordinary beings such as exorcists and doctors, it is easy to detect that the difference is the difference.
"Khufu, are you scared now?" Sakai Shukichi laughed, "Then go back and quickly buy my sweet pet novel. You are suitable to live in that kind of world." Khufu drew his middle finger, Shukichi
He returned the favor with the metal middle finger of his right hand.
"Khufu is right, so we can only use the phone to lure out the fox." Lindsay said.
"What if we lure him out?" Huff Drew still couldn't figure out Crazy Sai's plan. "Which blood-eater doesn't follow a large group of people for a long time? Going to the toilet is like having a party.
"Where is the Fox's Personality Rubik's Cube? We can't find it even if we open up Wilson's head. You also know this. The Fox has not yet entered the mind network. If you want to hunt the fox, you have to do it in the real world. A large team of Gasper
Because of dogs! There will be an endless supply.
"There is still time, Vivian, how many days can you control this Wilson?"
"Completely invasive voodoo." Vivian replied, "About a week. The further it goes, the weaker the effect becomes."
As this fantasy script progresses, the voodoo mixed in the script due to Lindsay's J-level program "full shooting" will quietly invade into the depths of Carl Wilson's personality Rubik's Cube, like a Trojan horse virus.
She can continuously implant information into the broiler through the backdoor of the mind network, creating the illusion of control.
This allowed Wilson to obtain some fictitious information and make decisions that he thought were his own, naturally.
Then, through his words, he can influence the blood-eater behind him and complete the indirect manipulation.
"Khufu, if you can figure it out, then you are Lindsay." Vivian said, her figure riding on the motorcycle was graceful, "Then you will be the one holding me to sleep tonight."
"Hey!" Khufudru shouted, "You want to make me mad, right? It will be good for you if the ice wall collapses."
At this time, Lindsay stroked the orange cat's fat upper back and said with a smile:
"A frustrated fox is worse than a dog, because she has neither the fox's cunning nor the dog's sense of danger.
"Everyone, what's the funniest thing? Even if this fox disappears or dies, Gasboy won't do anything to her. Because the bank dog feels that a failed low-level blood eater is not worthy of being reincarnated.
Consume the company's profits."
"What you said was a city-wide search, but why weren't we exposed?" Huff Drew still didn't understand.
The corners of Lindsay's smiley mask raised even more, "Don't you know that there will be a big festival in the Walled City in the next few days?
"The Walled City is the best place for a person or a group of people to disappear without a trace. I will definitely eat this fox."
…
At the 28th minute after entering the psychic network, Carl Wilson completed his work and successfully returned offline.
The sound of the rain falling outside reached my ears again, and all sensory information was restored again.
Wilson took off his heart-net-connected helmet and felt slightly dizzy. He looked at the God of War guy in the big black box next to him. He reached out and took the can of Jade Bird beer on the workbench and drank the remaining half of the can in one go.
over.
"It turned out that I hid in the Walled City." Wilson murmured to himself, "It's a good place to hide."
Holding the empty beer can, he walked to the window of the living room, looking out at the yellow and green night rain, and fell into a trance.
The densely packed high-rise buildings are hazy in the rain, and the dense and orderly grid of light spots is like a personality Rubik's Cube in the spiritual network. Everyone is trapped in a small room.
But this is Jianggu District, and every small house like that is the result of office workers with legitimate professions. Employees from various companies have spent ten, twenty, thirty years or even their entire lives working hard.
Being able to see the rain falling all over the sky in this gloomy night is a kind of happiness they can enjoy.
This is not the case in the Walled City. It is an overcrowded giant three-dimensional maze where sunlight has difficulty reaching the ground, and neither does rain.
