Darkness is Coming

Xu Le waited at the corner of the street for two full minutes, and still did not see John Reese walking out of the old building opposite, so Xu Le made a judgment: This is likely to be done after John Reese completed the task. A place for reporting, or a base for transit and logistical supplies - after all, no one would want to live in such a ghost place except the poor and the homeless.

Xu Le hesitated for a moment when he walked out of the corner of the street. He didn't think his tracking skills were very clever. The tracking all the way depended on his reaction speed exceeding the limit of human beings. Every time John turned his head or observed behind him through reflections, he was able to do so in time. hide.

   But would this approach be successful against a professional with apparently anti-tracking skills? Xu Le wasn't sure. At present, John didn't have the slightest doubt, it seemed to be going too smoothly.

  The hesitation only existed for a moment, and then Xu Le strode into the dark corridor.

   First of all, Xu Le couldn't think of any reason to make the other party go to great lengths to lure him into the bait, and secondly, Xu Leyi was bold, even if there were ambush or traps in this abandoned building, Xu Le didn't need to be afraid.

   Xu Le gently stepped up the stairs, the dusty wooden planks were overwhelmed, and let out a squeak, making Xu Le stop.

   Looking up along the gap of the escalator, Xu Le found that it seemed to be an abandoned library, and it was a suitable place to hide secrets.

   "Mr. Lewis, tea, coffee, cider, which drink do you prefer?"

  John Reese floated down from the top of his head with a sarcastic voice, making Xu Le's heart sink, and he was discovered.

   "No need." Xu Le replied, and no longer cared about the annoying noise under his feet, stepped on the wooden board and ran up to the second floor with the sound of squeaking and squeaking, and saw two figures.

   On the left is John Reeser, still with that smug expression, holding a gun in one hand and a wide-mouth glass in the other, gently swaying the fine whisky inside.

On the right is a large and fat man with big wavy brown hair, wearing a limited edition Hulk T-shirt full of oil stains, jeans and sneakers in the lower body, holding a pot of fragrant popcorn in his hand , its external shape and internal temperament fully conform to the image design of "technical house" and "top hacker" in TV series and movies.

   "Meet again." John Reaser raised his glass and said, "Introduction, this is my boss, Harold Finch, the creator of legends, the father of 'The Machine'."

"what?"

  Xu Le had a headache, as if a needle was going back and forth in the back of his head. The needle's name was "illogical".

  Since he set foot on the United States federal territory, everything is illogical and strange everywhere. Xu Le desperately collects information and keeps thinking, but the more information he gets, the more confusion he gets.

   "You..." Xu Le looked at John suspiciously, "Since you found out, why did you bring me here?"

   A computer legend who voluntarily abandoned all honors and buried himself in the dust, so easily seen? what is this?

"People are always willing to believe the truth they have found, and give them a process of searching, so that they can be sure that they have found the right answer." The fat man standing next to John answered this question for John, and he grinned to reveal a The inscrutable smile, but the accumulation of fat folds on his face is really unsightly.

  What bullshit? Xu Le felt that the needle in the back of his head was being drilled harder.

"I know we both have a lot of questions. Since we don't have much time left, why don't we start asking questions now?" The fat man patted his fleshy palm, turned around and tapped on the keyboard a few times, and the screen popped up immediately. Many small windows, each playing a video or audio, without exception, are all related to Xu Le.

   "This is?" Xu Le frowned, he only now learned that he was under the surveillance of others all the time before, this feeling is really quite bad.

   "This is all the video and audio about you since you stepped foot in the United States, and the 'machine' analyzes your intentions through them." Harold Finch explained.

"I thought the 'machine' would only send you social security numbers?" Xu Le looked at John, and then at Harold, who was as fat as a mountain of meat, and sneered, "It's no wonder, whoever created this A tool that everyone can be in awe of, will inevitably save a little bit of convenience for yourself.”

"It's not like that." Harold Finch folded his long curly hair, pointed at Xu Le with a carrot-like finger, and said, "The only thing the 'machine' passed us was the social security number, as for these videos And the audio, it's a backup I took from an unusual data theft, and I see familiar patterns in it, Mr. Lewis, do you know what that means?"

"what are you saying?"

"Well, let me put it simply, I have reason to believe that there is a second 'machine' in the world, and the strange thing is that this 'machine' never crossed the border of the United States until you set foot on it. The United States federal territory. And for more than 40 hours since then, it has always watched only you, and only you." Harold Finch put down the popcorn and asked with a serious face. said, "Mr. Lewis, who are you?"

   This news was like a high-yield bomb that blew in his ears, shocking Xu Le to the stars, and he couldn't return to his senses for a long time.

Xu Le knew very well who would be interested in him: the council, the mutants, or the Nineteenth Bureau and the Change Control Center. Of course, mutants could not master a large-scale monitoring system such as "machines", even if mutants had the ability to learn to imitate humans , it will take them at least ten years or even decades to understand these high technologies. Even if someone is willing to do it for them, they will not be able to infiltrate government departments into a sieve in a short period of time to obtain the data they need.

   In the same way, it is unlikely that the council will master such technology. Leaving aside superpowers and experience in fighting zombies and mutants, most of the council members are just ordinary people, engaged in ordinary occupations, until the outbreak of disasters changes the trajectory of everyone's life. Even if you can master a lot of resources after becoming an awakened person, it is impossible to produce such a thing in such a short period of time. The development of technology requires a lot of watering: genius wisdom, long-term efforts and a large amount of resources.

Then, the only possible options are the 19th Bureau and the Change Control Center. These two departments are backed by mountains and enjoy inexhaustible rich resources. With Liu Yuanzhou and Qiu Zhe working for them, only they have the conditions to create another "machine".

   Nineteen innings, "The Machine", Harold Finch...

  A lot of fragmented clues collide with each other, spinning around.

  Xu Le finally realized that since he received the call at the Golden Peacock Hotel in Lilongwe, he had stepped into an inextricable whirlpool.

   "Rumble--"

   is the familiar sound of the propeller, close at hand.

   is another searchlight like a lightsaber, hitting in front of you.

  The windows were shattered, the special operations team flew into the room, and the cries of orders to lay down their weapons and raise their hands to surrender filled the room, and the sound of the tires rubbing against the ground when the brakes slammed into one.