Chapter 1060

I once thought that such a knowledgeable person as Mr. Bian Ning must be a top student graduated from a famous university, but his answer was: in fact, I have never studied in a university - standard high school.

Then I thought that Lu Zongping was a scholar, at least a doctor. As a result, he said: in fact, I haven't been to school either - I haven't been to school all day.

One is more than the other.

Having said that, they are by no means illiterate. On the contrary, they are very knowledgeable. We can only say that they are a group of strong people who have grown up outside the school system. The secular evaluation system does not apply to them at all. Most of the smart people outside the system are also the group with the greatest malice to the system.

There are famous hackers in the night city, nine of whom are from the wild road. These people are real traitors. The global Internet was blown up by the virus they released. Originally, I wanted to break the capital monopoly, but the result was just the opposite. Unfortunately, in the words of Mr. Bian, they have not yet mastered the real combat effectiveness.

My goal is not to liberate the people. That is not what I can do alone. What I want to do is to live.

In the final analysis, the world is a game, completely entertainment dispels all the inspiring theories and the core of various ideologies. As a player, I just need to play well, and the most important thing is to make me feel happy. If helping people makes me happy, then I will help them. If the company dog makes me feel comfortable, then I will do the same.

Teacher Bian's teaching is at least useful. On both sides of the social elite and the common people, I choose to stand at the bottom.

Anyway, ever since I was on TV, probably since then, I've been invited a lot. Company executives, entrepreneurs, city councillors, this gentleman, that gentleman, this lady, that lady, some of them visit in person, some of them send e-mail invitation, some of them are very particular, they will appoint housekeepers and employees to send invitation cards. Before that, I didn't know that these rich people could have high-intensity parties 24 hours a day.

Of course, the visitors are not only celebrities, but also a group of businessmen and agents. They sell luxury cars and houses on their doorstep, and even directly give away the hardcover villa in Westbrook, worth hundreds of millions of euros, and even the land ownership one kilometer around. That's what happened when the polls showed that my approval rating was 21.4%.

Then there are security companies. In addition to the old brand of Osaka and military technology, there are also several newly established security companies that want to do my business. But I am in the broken apartment of the skyscraper. There is no spare space to install all kinds of defense weapons. At most, I can install an automatic battery, but that's not necessary. I can protect myself.

Of all the guests, only one impressed me.

Because I've seen it before, and it's at a very delicate moment.

"Hello, Ms. v. your reputation is well known from the Municipal Center to the badlands." Mr. blue eyes nodded to me with reserve.

The moment he appeared in front of me, I thought of that deep, seemingly endless rainy night. When I was in a tight lipped Motel, I saw my own death. There is also the man in a suit standing in the street not far away, silently holding an umbrella and looking at the hotel room.

And some of the conspiracies I discovered after I was commissioned by mayor candidate Jefferson Perez to investigate the abnormal phenomena in his family.

Let me start from the beginning. You will know why I care so much about this blue eyed monster.

Mr. Bian asked me to investigate the cause of the former mayor's sudden death. Before I went to ask for information in my next life, Jefferson took the initiative to find me, and he also gave me this Commission. As a candidate for mayor, it is normal for him to show some humanistic care to the former mayor. Because of this, I have a little friendship with him.

About my execution is well-known in the night city, Jefferson later found me, this is a private matter.

He asked me to meet him in his apartment. It's a good house. He also has a beautiful asian wife and a woman with business temperament. He is a good wife. No matter from which aspect, he is a successful person with excellent educational background, abundant capital and contacts. The key is that he is also very handsome and tall. Compared with the vice mayor Holt, Jefferson gave him a second in appearance alone.

Such a successful person, a high-level figure, is surrounded by the suspicion of conspiracy.

He told me that someone had broken into his house, and the situation was unusual. "That night I heard the noise, so I went out with a gun. I saw a stranger, and he seemed to draw a gun, so I shot first."

He didn't remember whether he killed the man or not. "At that time, my head began to feel dizzy, and then I fainted. By the morning, he was gone."

The security company responsible for Jefferson's residential safety was called SSI. Later, the company also tried to sell services to me. The terms they offered were very affordable, but they were still rejected by me because SSI was not a simple security company, but involved an amazing conspiracy, a deeper terror hiding behind the sun and shadow than the night in the night city.

I investigated Jefferson's house and found a dark room - even the two owners didn't know it existed. SSI people have been in the darkroom, monitoring them through equipment.

When I followed the monitoring equipment, I found the signal transmitter on the roof, and the signal receiver was on the street hundreds of meters away. Time is pressing. I jump directly from the high building and use the leg prosthesis vector nozzle to slow down in mid air. When I land, it's no doubt that I'll go to the signal receiver to investigate on my motorcycle. SSI's eavesdroppers were sitting in a black van, right next to the receiver. When they saw me chasing them, they immediately drove away. They escaped a few blocks, and finally the truck was parked in an abandoned factory, where the whirlpool gangsters kept watch. When I knocked everyone down, the mysterious surveillance car fell on me. On the way to catch up, Johnny and I analyzed the origin of SSI. They have been rooted in the night city for a long time. According to Elizabeth, Jefferson's wife, they have been running the night city security business for 15 years. Their business is everywhere. Many big people will find them to take charge of their own security work. A dishonest security company, by eavesdropping on employers to get their handle, this is our initial idea. But it's more dangerous than we think. In the database of the monitoring car, there are extremely detailed contents, such as the body data files, physiological medical reports, nervous system scans, psychological and mental analysis files of the Perez couple, as well as the special neural links implanted in their brains. SSI is tampering with the memory and personality of Mr. and Mrs. Perez. How many other big names have also bought their services? The candidate for mayor is controlled by an unknown force. Who is the real controller of the night city? It's blue eyes, gentlemen. I can make sure that Mr. blue eye has something to do with the whole thing. When I tried to download the database of the surveillance car, someone remotely controlled the database and self destructed it. Even I managed to save only one third of the data, which was enough to win the trust of Jefferson and his wife. When I told Elizabeth the truth, she asked me to meet in a Japanese noodle shop. Then she told me that she found something wrong with Jefferson. He seemed to have changed. His memory was often confused, his character was changeable, and sometimes he was seriously distracted. Most importantly, one "they" had called Elizabeth and threatened her. Poor Elizabeth, her memory is also seriously missing, many things she has an impression, but can not find traces of what happened, and many things she has done, also forgotten. She begged me not to tell Jefferson the truth for his safety. It's probably best to be happy in ignorance. Is her words really her own true thoughts? I don't know. I'm afraid she doesn't either. Anyway, I told Jefferson the truth. Before I met Jefferson, I got a strange call. As soon as I picked up the phone, my artificial eye broke down. The screen flickered and the signal was lost. The synthetic tone in the phone said: we don't care what you tell him, or what you want to do or how to do it. You can't change anything. We know who you are, we know what you are, we know what you want. You are playing with fire. Be careful to play too much and burn yourself. Someone directly manipulated my neural network. There was no record of this call. It was most likely a message uploaded directly to my brain by the other party. That's interesting. It's the power of the plot. In that case, I understand. Mr. blue eye, when I talked with Jefferson, he was staring at us not far away. The straight distance was less than 100 meters. It was arrogant enough. I hate them, and I want to destroy them.