Overturned Tower

Chapter 367 Tartaros High-Rise Hotel (Two in One)

Russell left the institute alone without waking up Mr. Otter who was already drunk enough to fall asleep.

The floating car that brought him and Mr. Otter here is still parked at the door. After picking up Russell, he took him to the accommodation hotel arranged by Tongshen Island.

That is the Tartaros Hotel in the G3 area, which is said to be the most luxurious high-rise hotel on Tongshen Island.

A place that makes Russell sound unlucky-in Greek mythology, "Tartaros" is the name of hell. Of course, there is no such element in the language of this age.

Because there are no myths widely circulated among the people in this world. Although I don't know how the above-ground era was, the seven sky islands had already completed a unified language in the sky island era.

They don't speak any language on the earth that Russell was on. Amazingly, it can clearly express the specific meaning of other languages ​​across civilization systems. It is precisely because there is no difference in language and writing between the various sky islands, at most there are some differences in dialects, this kind of "sky island civilization" is formed-any sky island person can go directly to another sky island There is no need to pay any study, and no need to prepare any funds.

Ringo has been in Sun Island since she was born. If it weren't for her overly revealing clothes and the cultural style of Tongshen Island, she would not be recognized as an outsider at a glance.

If she dresses up well, she and Russell can also blend in with the locals smoothly. But I felt that Ringo would be too shy if he put on clothes...so Russell gave up such a request.

Anyway, he didn't really need any bodyguards. It was undoubtedly a good thing to have an excuse to get rid of the eyes watching him.

Russell was sitting in the floating vehicle, rubbing his temples wearily.

—his guess was correct. It is indeed helpful for their investigation to come to the research institute where he works with Mr. Otter.

What I saw with my own eyes this time, those synths who hadn't defected...their way of life and existence shocked Russell somewhat.

He could only sit on the floating car and sighed deeply.

Not powerless, but confused.

In just two days, his attitude towards the synthetics changed from disapproval to anger, from anger to indifference, from indifference to sympathy, from sympathy to sorrow.

Russell was not short of strength, nor was he short of wisdom to solve it all.

He was just confused... Or, it was precisely because Russell knew that he could do many things, and that his existence and decision-making could play a decisive role in the development of the situation, that he hesitated about what he should do.

If you choose wrong - there is no room for change.

Prior to this, Russell's identity was very simple and clear:

He is a member of the Special Executive Department of the Tianen Group. His duties, tasks and missions are to analyze reports of suspected demons and investigate urban residents who may have lost control of their psychic powers. And monitor the familiars, locate the real demons and capture or execute them.

Demons are evil and humans are good. What is justice and what is right is clear at a glance.

After all, the devil's food is human beings. No matter how miserable the reality was before awakening the psychics, how poor the person is, simply being an illegal psyker is not fatal... But if he degenerates out of control and becomes a demon, he will inevitably eat people in order to maintain his existence.

In the reconstruction mechanism of Happy Island, many demons gradually weakened, went mad, and died because they did not eat people. Before they die, they will continue to produce psionic chips that belong to them like livestock. If they are useful enough, they may even get one or two souls to continue their existence. In order to produce more chips .

In any case, since the living is cannibalism, and there is no other substitute food in the diet except human souls, then the devil can only be the sworn enemy of human beings. No matter how merciful you are to the people before becoming demons, you must mercilessly capture the demons.

At that time, Russell was in the halo of justice and acted without the slightest hesitation.

...But now, he suddenly realized that the inertia of this way of life had been broken.

What is good and what is evil—what is he supposed to do, and what are the consequences of his actions. What is the difficulty of each party, what is the pain, what is the hatred, what is the desire... He must understand and engrave it in his heart.

—From an agent who wiped out evil, to a judge who judges right and wrong. Whether it is in terms of ability, power and responsibility, and positioning, it is an absolute leap.

This also means that he can no longer give up thinking and follow orders.

He has to think for himself, draw his own conclusions, firmly implement his own plans, and bear all the consequences of his decisions.

Just like a happy player without a brain, one day he suddenly realizes that the gameplay is getting more and more, and his brain is about to grow out of his empty, echoing brain—the process of growing a brain out of an empty tank without a brain is very painful.

All the way from the laboratory to the hotel, Russell didn't think about what he should do.

For the time being, I can only decide, wait until tomorrow morning to see Dust Gap and Monkey Face Eagle.

Russell can feel that these synthetic children obviously have real souls... But why do they in Bubble-30 think so firmly that they have been eliminated and are discarded products of the old era?

And if this is the consensus of synthetics, why does another group of synthetics headed by Naraku-7 demand human rights?

They even asked to continue to "reproduce" and produce new ones of the same kind. They did not give up their existence at all, but also tried to fight for the survival of the species - for this reason, they were even aggressive enough to directly attack the empty boats carrying innocent passengers. Why do they so firmly believe that they absolutely have the necessity of existence, and have such a strong desire to survive?

Are these two diametrically opposite trends of thought really the difference in the number of "Nirvana"?

Russell didn't know.

The floating vehicle carried him and landed directly on the twentieth floor of the Tartaros Hotel.

This hotel also towers into the sky like other buildings on Tongshen Island. And it has a considerable height, the 20th floor to the 21st floor is even a specially lengthened "Second Hall". From the twentieth floor upwards is the VIP area... If you enter from the first floor at the end of the street, you cannot take the elevator directly to the 20th floor or above.

According to Mr. Driver, additional registration is required to enter the twentieth floor from the nineteenth floor.

Moreover, those without a code are absolutely not allowed to enter above the 20th floor.

Prosthetic security guards with live ammunition stood guard at every corner of the twentieth floor. And there is also a well-disciplined, silent and orderly patrol guard with mechanical dogs and drones, patrolling back and forth on the edge of the 20th floor—not only inside the building, but even outside the building.

Even in the sky, there are drones passing by repeatedly. A dense mass of drones formed a "crow flock", constantly making piercing whistling sounds.

Before Russell's floating vehicle arrived, they were scanned by the drone swarm. These drones did not interfere with the flight of the floating vehicle at all, and even escorted them around.

Immediately after Russell got off the floating car, four "security guards" whose heads had been replaced with prosthetic bodies came up respectfully with a team of drones and four mechanical dogs.

Although they are "security guards" in name, the exoskeleton armor worn by these security guards is so handsome that Russell is a little envious:

It was a jet-black matte armor that covered the whole body and made a heavy stomping sound when walking. The full-coverage helmet can't even see the eyes, it should be the place where the eyes should be lit with dim yellow night vision lights - black and yellow are the logo colors of Shenzhi Heavy Industry, just like the logo colors of Tianen Group are red and white Same.

And in the gaps and decorations of this armor, you can still see the same dim yellow energy lamp.

It looks like a knight from the depths of hell. It doesn't look cyber-like at all, it's even fantasy.

And these people gathered together, wearing different specifications of exoskeleton armor, just like the army of the devil king is lining up.

On their backs, without exception, there is a huge dim yellow hexagram—that is the trademark of Shenzhi Heavy Industry.

On their chests is the logo of the Tartaros high-rise hotel: a huge eye overlooking an abstract "person" below.

"Mr. Qunqing, good evening!"

First of all, he bowed to the four "knights" walking towards Russell, and said in unison: "Tartaros wishes you a pleasant and relaxing night."

A formation of drones circled Russell. Several large drones turned on a soft and non-glare light source above his head, dyeing him and the area he was in a clear daylight. The light was specially processed to allow Russell to see the road clearly and at the same time not make him feel dazzling - but it is not certain whether other people are dazzling.

Russell was a little confused for a moment.

He looked around in confusion.

But found, whether it is a "knight" on duty motionless, or a "knight" on patrol. The moment Russell glanced over, they immediately sensed Russell's gaze, and knew Russell's identity before they turned around to confirm with their eyes—they turned their heads directly, and went straight to him without even looking at Russell. Touching his chest respectfully, bowing and saluting.

And when Russell finally walked towards the hall, the four prosthetic security guards followed Russell at the four corners simultaneously. At exactly the same speed as Russell, he sent Russell forward while looking around vigilantly. Others were not even allowed to come within two meters of Russell.

The other prosthetic security guards who were dressed like knights immediately backed away when Russell approached within ten meters, and knelt down on one knee to salute Russell. These knights saluted in unison, coupled with the exoskeleton armor they wore, they made a neat, heavy, and loud sound.

Except for the initial welcome, there was silence afterwards. The twentieth floor itself has an aerial parking lot, which is specially used for parking floating vehicles. And the other guests who got out of the car hurried away from Russell, didn't even dare to look at Russell, just ran around Russell's side in small steps.

Even Russell, who enjoys star treatment in Happy Island, is the first time to enjoy such an exaggerated reception style.

How much outrageously stained belongs to yes.

Russell didn't even know why Shenzhi Heavy Industry arranged such a hotel for himself—it was like celebrating his birthday in Haidilao.

And these security guards are even more outrageous.

Russell is very, very sure—whether it is Happy Island or Tongshen Island, their executive department absolutely does not have such professionalism.

Even the security guards at Tianen Group's headquarters are far less professional than them.

Russell just glanced over them, and he could immediately sense the gaze, and even directly recognize the identity of the owner of the gaze through the gaze—although it is not clear whether this is the function of their exoskeleton or the special function of the prosthetic body, but Happy Island Certainly there is no such technology.

And he just glanced at the material of these armors, and he knew that the strength of this thing was also outrageous-at least spray it with a shotgun close by, and at most there would be a few small holes.

—Because the material of this exoskeleton armor is a special material for mech soldiers.

"What is the identity of this hotel? Is it the hotel of Shenzhi Heavy Industry?"

Russell asked such questions to the security guards around him.

Although I don't know exactly who to ask, but since they can even sense their own gaze, such trivial matters should not be surprising.

As a result, just after Russell finished asking, the door of the hotel on the twentieth floor opened—the hotel manager who looked to be in his early twenties, with a pair of horns on his head, black hair like a waterfall, and an unusually plump figure came over and looked at Russell. He saluted from a distance.

After saluting, Russell just walked to the gate.

She also just raised her head, and followed Russell not far behind right without any pause.

"You guessed right. This is the hotel where the board of directors of Shenzhi Heavy Industry lives."

The hotel manager's voice was soft and clear: "The directors of our head office and some high-level executives all live in Tartaros. I am your exclusive manager, No. 44."

"Elf director?" Russell asked back.

"The non-permanent directors."

She replied: "The twelve non-permanent directors are all here, from the 49th floor to the 45th floor."

Non-permanent directors, another polite term for human directors.

"Has Ringo arrived yet?"

"Your girlfriend has reached the 44th floor. She is now in room 4401, but the entire private room on the 44th floor belongs to you."

The hotel manager didn't stare at Russell the whole time, and said respectfully: "If you still need any services or want to see anyone, you don't need to go to the front desk or make internal calls. You can speak anytime, and we can hear you. We It will be arranged for you as soon as possible, and any form of office work can be carried out without leaving Tartarus.

"If you don't know the exact address of the other party, we can help you find it; if you don't know the name of the other party, you can also give us the portrait of the mind. This hotel is connected to the internal database of Shenzhi Heavy Industry;

"If you need a playmate in any form, you can also ask this hotel at any time. If you don't want to or don't want to talk, after you enter the 44th floor, you can click to confirm the installation of 'Tartaros' from the pop-up window. Services'. Just typing can also provide any form of search and service."

"any?"

Russell asked rhetorically, "What if I want a symphony orchestra, or a ballet company?"

"Arranging for you at any time, we can arrive within half an hour."

"What if I want you?"

"Honored."

The hotel manager with long black hair replied respectfully without hesitation.

"Then if," Russell said in a deep voice, "whose head do I want?"

"This hotel can hunt any animal for you."

The manager replied: "It can be delivered within an hour, live capture or markers are fine."

"Oh? How much does it cost?"

"It's completely free," she replied respectfully, without any fluctuations in her tone, "as long as you are still a VIP of this hotel. If you want to see other guests below the 44th floor, you can also call for you at any time~www.wuxiahere. com~ The style of Tongshen Island is indeed completely different from that of Happy Island.

Russell was acutely aware of this.

He shook his head: "Forget it... I didn't say those things.

"Ringo is on the 44th floor, right?"

"Yes, I will take you to the dedicated elevator."

44 replied.

Crap, I finished writing at 9:30 today, and then I went to have dinner, thinking that it would be better to come back so early anyway.

Then I lay down with a peaceful face after eating. After a while, I forgot about it when I came back. Just now I saw the reminder from sister Ze Ze in the group and suddenly remembered that I haven't posted it yet...

If it wasn't for the reminder to be fully present today, I wouldn't have messed with it (sad)

I'm not a stupid cat, I'm not a stupid cat...