However, now, Gin carefully looked at the content in the middle. Then he discovered that although many keywords in the sent email overlapped with what he wanted to say, in fact, what he sent was actually——
[Just now, Belmode, Uzo, and Vodka and I went to get a pair of high-tech glasses. The doctor said it could help me improve the problem of recognizing people that I am currently troubled with.
Nowadays, medical progress is getting faster and faster. After I checked with professionals, I learned that there is indeed no big problem with the pair of glasses. In addition, I don’t know why, but I always feel that this treatment plan has the shadow of Shirley, and
Her research fields overlap somewhat.
I hope you can investigate the origin of this glasses treatment. I think Shirley may have infiltrated their development team and guided this research - I will immediately gather a few other people and I will be at your disposal.]
Although this messy email is not without a preface and a follow-up, it does not look like something a sober Gin could write.
——It’s more like something you inadvertently send out when you’re so tired that you’re sleepwalking, symbolizing the obsession deep in your heart.
"..." Gin was in a daze for a moment as he read those words - if what had just happened hadn't been too real, he would have suspected that he was sleepwalking.
He deleted the nonsense and rewrote the email he really wanted to write.
This time, Gin's hand speed was much slower, his eyes were fixed on the screen like a prey, and he was reading while writing.
Then he discovered with a slight cold sweat that every time he wrote key information, he would unconsciously forget what he originally wanted to write, just like forgetting the words when picking up a pen, and instead write a sentence of indifferent nonsense.
This hypnotic state will undoubtedly make the person involved feel horrified.
Gin suddenly remembered what the unknown boss said just now when he was poaching Uzo in front of them - "Don't worry about these people next to you, they have already promised to keep it secret and will not leak it."
When he heard this sentence just now, Gin's attention was still focused on "how to cut the unknown boss into pieces", and he only felt that it was an empty promise to coax Uzo.
But now it seems...
Gin: "..." Before entering the game, what exactly was written in the "user confidentiality clause"?!
And that’s actually a rule that must be followed?
How did Anonymous do it? Could those weird gaming glasses also have the function of assisting with hints?
"..."
Regardless of the cause, the result is certain.
——It seems that he is unable to report this matter to the boss for the time being.
We have to find a way to get rid of this weird state first.
In addition, the other three people...
Ginjiu remembered something, cleared the information, exited the mailbox interface, and dialed Jiang Xia again.
…
"Hello?" Gin asked, were you also affected by that suggestion? "How was your night's rest?"
The breathing on the other side of the phone paused slightly.
After a while, Ginjiu heard Jiang Xia laugh and say as if he had seen through everything: "You have a good rest - what's wrong, are you envious?"
"..." Two veins popped out from Gin's forehead. You knew I was asking you about the game. "I also rested well."
"...#"
Gin couldn't stand this kind of conversation with negative efficiency.
He resisted the urge to smash his cell phone: "...Go to the Hegson Bar, right now."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Then he came to his senses and realized that he might have chosen the wrong person to communicate with.
——Among the three "teammates" tonight, Gin really agrees with Uzo's analytical ability the most.
But if you think about it carefully, when faced with such a bizarre thing, Uzo's first reaction is probably to "find it interesting". He may not really cooperate with him to figure out the situation. Instead, he will play tricks on others, and the efficiency of exchanging information is very low...
At this time, we may need a more honest teammate.
…
With this thought in mind, Gin headed to the meeting point and called Vodka and Belmode to give it a try.
After a few minutes, Gin finally confirmed something.
——Vodka and Belmode will also suddenly switch to some commonplace topics when mentioning things related to "holographic games".
From this point of view, the reason why I couldn't express myself correctly about the "holographic game" was because of the so-called "user confidentiality clause".
"..." Gin's face couldn't help but become a little ugly when he thought about the aggrieved feeling of having a lot of important information but being unable to express it.
What's more, this is not a simple matter - Anonymous has mastered such a terrifying technology without knowing it. At this time, perhaps besides the four of them, there are other people who have also been pulled into this game.
Unintentionally promoting the unknown and terrible plan of Anonymous...
We must find a way to report this kind of thing to the organization.
Gin was trying hard to find a way to crack the problem while driving towards the meeting point.
…
the other side.
Jiang Xia held the phone and looked down at the call that Gin had hung up on: "..." Gathering at the bar?
You have to be twenty years old to enter the bar, especially the Hegson Bar. There is an organization behind it and the management is always very strict. I don’t know if Gin is busy and has forgotten it, or if he is worried that other meeting places will not be open at this time.
But Jiang Xia thought about it and felt that the problem was not big:
Gin can bring people in by showing their faces, and Belmod is good at disguise. He will never be stopped at the door. It’s just a chance to experience the atmosphere of a bar in the real world openly - this is something that Noah’s kind of virtual bar can’t experience.
Happy to arrive.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xia quickly changed her clothes and went out, covering her appearance, and went straight to the bar she had been to once before.
…
When we arrived at the place, we happened to meet Belmode who had just gotten off the car.
Belmod is proficient in disguise, and often imitates other people's gaits and postures, and has always been very observant in this regard.
Although Jiang Xia pretended to be wearing a mask, she quickly recognized the person and waved to Jiang Xia.
Jiang Xia walked towards her and looked up at the commercial building.
Then he was slightly surprised to find that even though it was already early in the morning, the place was still brightly lit, and many shops had lights on, which was completely different from what he had imagined, where "only bars were open".
The two people soon met at the door of the building and walked to the elevator side by side.
At this time, midnight had already passed a long time, but it was still far away from dawn. There were not many guests, and they were the only two people taking the elevator.
Belmode was closest to the button. She was about to press the down button and drive to the bar, but suddenly remembered something, turned her head and glanced at Jiang Xia, and started to move her hand upward.
——In my impression, there is a sushi restaurant that is also an industry owned by the organization, and the confidentiality is good.