Right on Target

Xie Zhenshu let go, retracted his fingertips, and held the water glass in front of him. The water was ice, and he gulped it down.

The hermit was very depressed after being rejected, and said: "What's the matter? I am a professional in connection. Among other things, the head of my avatar is made by myself. Do you know how much data I need to find? It only took more than a month to put it together." He shoveled the fried egg into the plate, turned around and asked, "Why is your face so red like a monkey's butt?"

Su Heting stuffed his handkerchief into his pocket, and said decisively: "I just took a shower, it's hot." He didn't give the hermit a chance to ask questions, and continued, "This virus came in through the interface of the Colosseum. It is suspected that the players who competed frequently are all poisoned."

The hermit hurriedly put down the plate of fried eggs, and said, "What, it's the virus from the Colosseum?! Didn't I also get poisoned? But I didn't notice anything unusual when I was fighting."

"You play all six games a year, so of course you can't be poisoned," Jiali moved her modified leg, "but it's not necessarily the case for other people. We have to pass this news to our teammates to make everyone alert. "

There are many "companions" in Jiali's mouth, they are all over the black market, and they are the liaisons on the splicing people's news network. In order to prevent being traced by Xing Tian, ​​they usually do not meet directly, but exchange information in various secret ways.

The hermit asked Su Heting with concern: "Are you okay? Do you feel weak, dizzy or confused?"

Su Heting said, "No."

Rather than saying that there is no, it is better to say that the situation is quite the opposite.

He tried his best to ignore the pillow book next to him and the residual temperature of his fingertips, and said in a normal tone: "It will make you hyper, hyper hyper hyperactive, just like taking a stimulant."

Jiali asked: "When did this state of excitement start?"

Su Heting thought back for a moment, and said: "When fighting Titans, the atmosphere was different once the barrage appeared."

Are those barrages clamoring "kill him" really sent by the audience? Su Heting began to suspect that it was an in-field design of the Colosseum, which was specially used to hint players and stimulate the virus.

Xie Zhenshu pinched the empty cup and said: "The virus will infect the brain's active areas, and the excitement will gradually increase, making people gradually lose control."

The hermit said: "No wonder! The recent competitions have become more and more bloody. It's all about life and death. I thought everyone wanted money rather than life."

Jiali is quite addicted to cigarettes, so she took out the cigarette case from her pocket and asked, "Do you mind?"

The hermit said, "Excuse me."

Jiali had no choice but to give up, throwing the cigarette pack on the bar, clasping her fingers, her legs shaking because of anxiety, which was a sequela of her transformation. She said, "Fuck him..."

This is her usual opening statement.

Jiali continued: "There are tens of thousands of stitchers in the Colosseum, and everyone relies on playing games for a living. Even if the news of the virus spreads, we have no other choice. It's really better to go to the front line."

Su Heting divided half a fried egg with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth, didn't taste anything, and said: "Xing Tian and Wei Da have made a plan to create artificial humans, and will not send people to blow up the light track area in a short time... Xing Tian has already How long has it been since you organized a bombing operation?"

This hermit is familiar with him, he said: "After we chatted about the operation of the lunatic in the tea shop, there will be no more. I guess, it is the survivors from other living places that put pressure on Xing Tian. What's the use of sending people to blow up the light track area?" ? None survived."

Xie Zhenshu said: "Consume actions."

The hermit asked, "What?"

Xie Zhenshu enunciated clearly: "The actions of a madman you mentioned are all actions of consumption."

This "Operation Madman" is Su Heting's name for Xingtian's bombing of the light track area, because he knows better than anyone else that sending people to the light track area is death. Those artificial intelligences control all the hot weapons in the light track area, and they have countless Surveillance equipment is the eyes, as long as you step into the territory of the light track area, nothing can hide from them.

The direction that the eldest sister insisted on was correct. Only by uploading consciousness can it compete head-on with the main **** system. In reality, although they are everywhere, they disappear without a trace. So from the very beginning, Su Heting was not optimistic about Xing Tian's bombing operation.

But what does it mean to consume an action?

The wall of the cup between Xie Zhenshu's fingers is no longer cold. He didn't look at the hermit and the beauty, but only looked at Su Heting, and said: "In the new world in 2001, the survivors who escaped from the light track area carried out the first explosive attack on the main **** system. , as many as 2,000 people participated in the battle. They successfully blew up the No. 03 farm in the light rail area and rescued more than 4,000 survivors there."

Su Heting said: "I know the history of this new world. That bombing attack is called the first battle of human resistance."

Xie Zhenshu said: "Since then, the number of survivors in the living area has continued to increase until the big bang."

The big bang in 2004 was a turning point. It was this year that Su Heting was rescued because of the big bang and came to the living place. As for the living place, they have never welcomed new survivors since the big bang.

Belle said: "We haven't won since the big bang, so naturally there will be no new survivors."

Xie Zhenshu said: "Yes, why didn't you win again after the big bang?"

Jiali was taken aback.

The hermit replied: "Because the defense of the light track area has been upgraded!"

Xie Zhenshu looked at the hermit this time, his eyes were calm, and he asked again: "Yes, then why didn't Xing Tian change any battle plan and continue to organize survivors to blow up the system?"

The bar fell silent.

Xing Tian had first-hand information from the front line. Even though they knew that the bombing operation would fail, they still carried out this operation and sent batch after batch of survivors there. In two years, the bombing operation dropped from 20,000 to 50 or 60.

Why?

Because the living place is full of people.

After a while, the hermit opened the pot and found that the eggs had been boiled. He scooped them up a few times with chopsticks, but he still didn't recover: "...but we have three places to live."

Xie Zhenshu pressed the empty cup on his knuckles and said, "Have you seen survivors from other places?"

"Kangdang—"

The hermit's chopsticks fell into the pot, and he was terrified, saying: "It has become a ghost story!"

Fortunately, Jiali said: "I have seen it."

Su Heting's tail drooped slightly.

Belle continued: "But that was two years ago."

Su Heting's tail froze and curled up in horror.

Are the other places of survival empty?

Xie Zhenshu noticed that the tail was going up and down, and said, "...I just wanted to ask."

Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.

The hermit poured the egg soup into a bowl and wiped his hands: "Brother, the act of wasting you mentioned is scary enough!"

Su Heting said, "What did you call him?"

The hermit was natural: "Brother. Of course, it doesn't mean Brother Xie is older than me, it's just a title of honor."

Su Heting said "Oh—" and his displeasure was written all over his face. He propped his face with one hand, and said coolly: "Still shouting redundancies."

The hermit made a sad appearance, and said, "It's a good thing we are brothers and have the same mother. You never called me like that."

Su Heting said: "You want to fart."

The hermit made jokes, dispelling the heavy atmosphere just now. Even if Xingtian's motives for the bombing operation were in doubt, they could not immediately verify it.

The hermit said: "The most urgent thing is your virus. You have to get rid of it before we can discuss the next step. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll get too excited and kill another Wei Zhixin."

Xie Zhenshu put down the water glass, which was standing between the hermit and Su Heting. He said, "I can."

The hermit looked at him, then at Su Heting, hugged his spatula tightly, and said in a daze, "Oh... oh! Where are you two going to, uh, carry out this sacred activity?"

Xie Zhen wrote: "My home."

The hermit's eyes changed, and his tone became more and more strange: "Could it be too fast?"

Jiali fell into silence after listening to the consumption action, and now she managed to pull herself together and said, "Since Wei Da is not dead, he can go back and make a deal with Xing Tian. Mom is not safe here. The connection of consciousness is not a trivial matter. If Mr. Xie It’s best to have a suitable place.”

Su Heting suddenly asked: "What kind of business did Mom and Sen discuss for so long?"

Jiali said: "The evacuation was covered by Sen's people that day. Mom signed a transformation agreement with them, and we are discussing the details today."

Fu Ma has her own contacts in the black market, but using Sen is the best way, because Sen can rationalize all actions, and he is backed by the trading market, and he is not afraid of Wei Da.

Su Heting leaned against the back of the chair and said, "I still have something I haven't told my mother."

Jiali glanced at Xie Zhenshu, as if she was confirming whether the conversation could continue, but Su Heting was so straightforward, Xie Zhenshu must know a lot. Jiali trusts Su Heting, so she trusts Xie Zhenshu. "Needless to say, we all know," she said.

The hermit pointed to the door and said, "After the rescue operation was over, someone sent a note saying 'plan to continue'. Mom and Sen checked it out, and found out that you and Xing Tian had an ulterior secret."

Su Heting corrected: "It was forced."

Jiali said: "The earliest news is correct. Xing Tian did change the splicing person to act. We misunderstood that this operation was originally online. But you should be careful when you act alone. You can't trust Xing Tian's words... Really If it doesn’t work, forget it, **** it, run.”

Su Heting saw Jiali's dejected state, and said: "I'm fine, I can ask the people in the penalty area online if they have seen Ah Xiang."

Jiali's daughter is called Ah Xiang.

Jiali didn't know how many people were in the penalty area, but she pointed to her tattoo and said, "Thank you, sister, I'll send you a photo of Ah Xiang later."

Jiali travels outside all the year round, and delivers news to everyone in the black market. She is always in danger. In order to prevent herself from being injured and losing her memory, she simply tattooed A Xiang's photo on her body.

The hermit looked at the time and said, "Why hasn't Mom come back yet?"

As he was asking, the door opened. Fu Ma put away her umbrella, bent down and entered the door. She is wearing black curly hair today, with white platycodons around her ears. Because of the black and white conflict, she looks like she is going to a funeral.

Fu Ma came in and saw that they were sitting neatly, she looked at Su Heting first, and asked in a low tone, "Are you alive?"

Su Heting put his hands on his knees, flicked his tail, and smiled: "You saved it well."

Fu's mother put down her umbrella, took off her coat, and said, "Don't laugh at me, Mom wants to hit someone now."

Su Heting raised his hand, covered his face, and said, "Is it okay if you can't see?"

Fu's mother snorted and ignored him.

The hermit asked Fu's mother to sit down, and Fu's mother sat next to the beauty. She took out women's cigarettes from her small bag, asked Belle to light them, and smoked them herself. She gasped, and said, "Weida is holding a funeral for his son today, and I sent a bouquet of flowers to wish him a happy bereavement. Now that the feud is settled, there is nothing to be afraid of. He is a butcher, It's not that easy to turn the world upside down with an artificial human. With so many people on the committee, how can he really make all the money by himself? Don't be so sullen, even if the sky really collapses one day, there will be a mother to carry it for you."

She turned her eyes and looked at Su Heting again.

"What is that virus in your head?"

Su Heting moved his hand away and said, "He's from the Colosseum."

Fu's mother said: "Clean it up as soon as possible. If you are stupid, it is a trivial matter, but if the implant is broken, it is a major matter."

Su Heting: "..."

Fu Ma smoked half of her cigarette, and said to Xie Zhenshu: "This kid is very defensive, so be careful when connecting."

Su Heting said, "Huh? When did you breathe?"

Xie Zhenshu said: "I will pay attention."

Fu Ma had something on her mind, so she waved Su Heting off casually, as if he was just going out for a meal.

Su Heting said: "Don't worry about me!"

Fu's mother said: "Yes, get out."

Su Heting left.

Before going out, Jiali took umbrellas for the two of them, and she instructed: "I changed a temporary information card for you, and the validity period is only two days. Don't take the road when you go out from here. Sen's people are doing cleaning nearby. You should try your best not to go out." Show your face to avoid further trouble. If you feel someone is following you on the road, go to Yaochi."

Su Heting felt like a primary school student going out for a green trip. He took the umbrella and said, "Okay sister."

Jiali made him laugh, greeted Xie Zhenshu again, and sent them out the door.

It's raining outside, the sky is overcast and the road is dark, there is no road repair in Potongzi Lane, and all the water is accumulated. Fu Ma has installed a sensor alarm nearby, and even if someone is following her, she cannot enter the alley.

Su Heting opened the umbrella and took each side with Xie Zhenshu. The fine rain streaked the edges. He pulled up his coat and scanned his surroundings, but saw nothing unusual.

Xie Zhenshu held the umbrella and stretched it up.

Su Heting looked back, saw the officer's exposed wrist bones, and thought: I said I will give him my coat next time, isn't this a chance?

His two cat ears moved, suggesting: "Are you cold?"

Xie Zhenshu said, "It's not cold."

Su Heting unzipped his coat with a "swish" and said, "Is that so? I'm super hot, why don't you give me my coat—"

Xie Zhenshu changed the umbrella to the other hand, then gently embraced Su Heting, and brought the cat to him.

Space under the umbrella is limited.

His Adam's apple was close in front of his eyes, and then Su Heting heard him say.

"I'm hot too."