Chapter 1066

The fire of the whirlpool Gang didn't come very fast, but it also went very fast. This matter was not solved. The other party left a corpse and retreated. I gathered a group of good players to take the initiative to wipe out each other's territory. The battle lasted another week. There were only a few smelly fish and rotten shrimp left in the vortex Gang to hide. This chaotic and crazy gang was removed from the streets of night city. This is the third underworld group to be eliminated.

It seems that everything is getting better, step by step, and a series of tasks continue. The last link is estimated to be my appointment as mayor.

Once when we were visiting misty's psychic house, we chatted and asked her to divine for me as entertainment. She suddenly told me that the prophet Gary was dead.

When I heard the news, I didn't remember who Gary was for a moment.

A man died in the city of night. Not many people care.

Gary is a beggar. He is different from tens of thousands of beggars in night city in that he always says strange things. Other tramps will also say sentences that no one understands and God talks, but none can be as methodical as the prophet Gary, and he says the same thing every day, which eliminates the possibility of his nonsense. He is really publicizing his prophecy.

He always claims to be exposing the company's plot. What he said is like a long post-modern poem, which makes people frown. Even he can't understand what these things mean.

Gary always shrinks in a short lane. His mattress is placed in front of the vending machine, surrounded by empty cans, rotten lunch boxes and cigarette butts. He tries hard to maintain dignity, because this is the etiquette that a "disseminator of truth" should have. The timing of Urban Pipelines always surrounds him. The middle-aged man is shouting, No one around looked at him more. It seemed that he was just a ghost in the smoke.

Such an interesting tramp died. I heard other beggars say that he was taken away. People with blue eyes and suits.

It turned out that there was an exclamation mark on the prophet Gary's head. He has a job, but it seems that I screwed up.

Gary is near Lao Wei's clinic. Every time I come here, I always listen to his bullshit and sometimes donate a small sum of money to him, such as hundreds of euros. I appreciate his brave voice and his attack on the company. But now I can't see him continue to expose the company's conspiracy.

He disappeared. What's the difference between disappearing in the city of night and death? There's no difference. His disciples were raising money and wanted to set up a monument for Gary.

I donated a sum of money. It's nothing, because I'm really rich now.

The disciples told me that Gary always remembered my kindness, so he had something to give me and another word.

It's an encryption chip. I don't know where he got it. It's very advanced. It can't be cracked by ordinary hackers. Of course, it's nothing for me. The contents of the chip are some strange verses, but the initials of each sentence are linked together to become one sentence: Project Oracle instruction execution plan

——What do you mean? I don't understand.

The last words left to me by the prophet Gary are: one day, they will come to the earth and cover the sky with darkness.

The disciples warned me to hide the chip and don't let anyone know.

So why did Gary disappear? The reason may be that he knows too much.

If I could find his body, I might be able to trace the cause of his death with my pocket watch, but he just disappeared. Like a forgotten memory, nothing could prove his existence.

"You seem very unhappy, V. I happen to know what can make you happy. How about a bottle of Coca Cola? Don't be sad, man. I'll take this one. " The vending machine winked at me.

"Thanks, Brandon." I opened the coke and drank it slowly. "In fact, I'm not unhappy, I'm just thinking."

"Ah, thinking, human thinking will always bring you pain. Sometimes what's wrong with giving up thinking? Of course, I am not qualified to comfort you from the perspective of an outsider. But if you need someone to talk to, I'll be with you at any time. You can always trust me, tight lipped Brandon. That's what everyone calls me. "

"No, thank you for sitting with me for a while."

"I should thank you, dear lady. Are you leaving now? Please be careful along the way. "

"Why do you say that?"

Brandon showed a worried face on his screen, and then he hesitated, "I always think something bad will happen to you."

"Brandon, when did you start to have your own intelligence?"

"I don't remember."

"Then I think it should be a good question. Are you interested in coming with me? You are such a talking vending machine. What a pity if you are picked up as junk by passers-by one day. "

"V, I just want to do something to make myself happy. What's wrong with staying here and selling drinks? I can also talk to the ladies passing by. If a vending machine has a mission, then my mission is to sell drinks. "

"If you're just a simple vending machine, that's true, but you're alive. You have a soul, Brandon. Do you know what that means? In this post Internet era, your appearance is of great significance. It even involves the safety of the whole world. "“ But my mission is to sell drinks. This is the only thing I want to do. "“ Brandon, think about yourself. Watching people come here to buy soda day after day, which day, which second, who pressed which button, makes you think, oh, maybe I should talk to visitors about this idea? " Brandon's expression became very sad, and his sad face made me secretly feel funny. But he said, "V, I remember a little. But it's not about vending machines. I have a story. Would you like to hear it? "“ Then you say it. I keep my mouth shut. "“ There's no need for anyone to keep a secret about this story. " In this year, people will do terrible things to make an eye-catching super dream film. Times haven't changed, they haven't changed. That's what Brandon told me. His pocket watch vibrated with his narration. Brandon's voice was mixed with more and more obvious current sound, as if it had been strongly disturbed“ A young man named Brandon, a new salesman, died in night city. The man who killed him made the process into a super dream. " It's really hard work“ Oh, Brandon, you don't have to. I'm sorry for you. "“ 5. For the sake of the poor young salesman, would you like to buy a drink? "“ You're not making up stories to cheat money, are you? "“ Every word I say is completely true, as God witnesses. " Brandon remained silent. The pocket watch was shaking violently. When I opened the cover of the watch, a white soul flew out of it, circled twice in mid air, and then fell in front of the vending machine. It was the broken body of a young man. Johnny summed up the situation, "so the chatter in this vending machine is actually a human?"“ Like you. "“ Fuck your V, I'm Johnny silver hand, and he's just a little salesman. "“ I didn't see you die more natural and unrestrained than him. If they are also dead, can't they tolerate each other? "“ Stop talking nonsense. Use your pocket watch to see what's going on with this dead man. " I did, but Johnny and I regret it“ It's disgusting. Victims, movie buyers, crazy abusers, these villains of the vortex Gang die too easily. " Johnny was silent for a moment. "I have a question."“ What? "“ How did this young man's consciousness become AI? " He smoked a cigarette. "He's almost dead by now. How was his consciousness uploaded?"“ I have the answer. Look at the thing in that hand. " I pointed out to Johnny a gangster on the edge of the crowd with a special device in his hand. Johnny scolded, "whirlpool gang and Huangban are basically a gang, fuck! I know this thing. "“ It's for uploading consciousness, isn't it? "“ Yes, it was this that burned my brain to ashes. "“ It seems that I killed the dog of huangsaka. I don't know how they will react. "“ Are you afraid? "“ The big deal is to just brush the wasteland Banta. " That's what I said.