Boundary Convention

The new Milan eventually quieted down at some point.

But tranquility does not mean quietness, but compared to the chaos and noise before, the voices resounding among the layers of high-rise buildings in New Milan have become unified and orderly.

The sound of uniform footsteps, the gentle voice of synthetic voice, and the occasional crackling sound from the speakers, these grim sounds are intertwined, filling this devastated city.

"The road has become difficult."

As the wasteland said, leaning against the window, carefully looking out from the corner of the eye.

It was pitch black below, but it was clear that soldiers made with Ingolf's technology were patrolling the dilapidated streets day and night. The marching pace of the machinery is like the waves on the coastline one after another - not to mention the loudspeaker that is full of decibels for 24 hours.

"Please stay indoors, don't risk violating the martial law, please follow our instructions at this difficult time, thank you for your cooperation."

The synthesized voices of young women echoed incessantly from the loudspeakers, burrowing into every narrow alley, bumping back and forth from wall to wall, suffocating.

Under such mental torture, no one can last long.

Suddenly...but it wasn't that sudden, an untimely shout broke the sound of twisting gears, although it was only for a short moment.

The marching pace stopped, first there was a gunshot, and then there were countless sounds, and the street fell silent, leaving only the female voice hiding a knife in the loudspeaker, overshadowing the groans of the man who was killed just now.

This has happened several times, and I don't know who spread the rumor that the current curfew is actually a preparation for the upcoming massacre. Although the rumors did not even say why the massacre was carried out, after experiencing the madness of the collapse of the coalition government, the people of New Milan have been able to regard madness as a reason for everything in this world.

From time to time, overwhelmed people rushed out of the corner, and then they were shot halfway without any suspense.

After a while, the outside of the window returned to its original appearance.

Ingleff sat on the edge of the bed and pinched the pocket watch in his hand. He stood up, looked at the pocket watch by the light outside the room, licked his lips, and then sat down again.

Ingleff has been keeping an eye on the time since just now, and the wasteland doesn't know the reason for doing so, but just like he won't give up, Ingleff will definitely not give up.

After coming out of the tavern, they were forced to hide in this dilapidated hotel because of the sudden martial law. Although the hotel was fortunately not ransacked, and there was a clean bed of Simmons, as well as cold mineral water and energy bars in the refrigerator, but surviving was not their goal.

So there must be some sense for Ingolf to do this.

"Do you care about time now?"

Wilderness thought, and asked coldly.

"Ah, yes, I wonder when I can start drinking afternoon tea."

Ingleff looked at the wasteland indifferently, smiled slightly, as if thinking of some interesting scene, he lay down on the bed with a plop, and stopped looking at his pocket watch.

"Don't be kidding, you must be thinking of a way to help us get out."

"Well...isn't it..."

"You're still playing tricks, come on, I'm in a hurry now, so let's just say it."

"Well……"

Ingleff took a deep breath, took out his pocket watch and looked at it again.

After staying in a careless environment for a few days, light stubble grew on his clean doll-like face, making him look a bit sloppy. He rubbed the stubble with his index finger, thought for a moment, but still didn't say what the wasteland wanted to hear.

But the wasteland didn't urge him, because Ingolf didn't seem to show such a serious expression often, maybe there was some reason why he couldn't tell the wasteland.

"Are you in trouble?"

"That's right."

"Then why don't you tell me, maybe I have a good idea?"

"It's not a question of whether you have an idea...but..." Ingleff said, thinking about his words, "it's a question of whether to take risks."

"How to say?"

"You know the technology for these things out there is from my Vikings."

"Um."

The wilderness watched Ingolf get up from the bed, paced to the window, looked out through the cover of the curtain, and pouted at the soldiers patrolling like machines.

"However, their mode of action is obviously different from when I programmed the Vikings. It can even be said that they have been overturned to a certain extent. When I was designing the programming of the Vikings, because of my personal aesthetics, And considering the needs of combat, the design is very loose. The Vikings only need to receive one overall large command, and the rest will be executed alternately by several small commands. The advantage of this is that it is easy to adapt, but it is not Very well controlled."

"Don't talk so many useless things, just talk about the key points directly."

"Hey, you are really impatient. Simply put, these soldiers are very programmed, probably because they are much larger than my Viking army and have different uses. The soldiers here are completely programmed Go. I've been timing their patrols back and forth...very accurate, at least down to the second, I don't know if it's the same elsewhere, but here, the two teams of soldiers patrolling alternately almost guarantees that there will be no gaps — until just now.”

"Just now?"

"That's right, when I checked the time just now, their patrol frequency was four seconds slower. As for the reason, I guess..."

Ingleff said, looking out the window.

"You know that."

Huangyuan nodded, probably guessing the reason, it should be those who were shot dead. They slowed down the marching speed of these soldiers and also caused problems with the alternation of patrols.

"As far as it seems, we stayed here for two days, and a total of eight people were killed, but the time was only delayed by four seconds. If we want to bypass these soldiers, we need at least ten seconds of gap, but there are Two questions."

Ingleff compared two fingers.

"First, what pattern are these soldiers divided into? Is it a whole or an area? If it is an area, how big is the area? Second, is ten seconds a critical point? If the time error is too large, we will If you suspect that they will have a mechanism to automatically repair the time difference, then all previous efforts will be wasted."

After speaking, Ingolf stretched out his third finger without warning.

"The third and biggest problem is that I can't verify my theory. All my ideas are based on speculation, including the pocket watch I use to calculate their patrol frequency."

He lifted his watch chain and shook it.

"Is there any error in this watch?"

"You have also become timid." Huang Yuan smiled, "When I first met you, I felt that you were quite arrogant, confident and arrogant. Is this the so-called whitewashing and weak three points?"

"Maybe."

"These are not things. The current situation is already very risky for us, so it is not the same if there are more risks."

"That's true, but..."

"You can just talk about the plan. At worst, we'll just play by ear."

After hearing what the wasteland said, Ingolf burst out laughing.

"Heh, you are a lot more courageous. When I saw your photo for the first time, I thought you were a feminine sissy."

Afterwards, he walked away from the window and patted the dust on his body because he was close to the window sill of the curtain.

"Then I will risk my life to accompany the gentleman. The plan is very simple. It relies on artificially creating a pause for the patrols, and shortening their patrol intervals to ten seconds... No, eight seconds should be enough."

"Then how 'artificial'?"

"This will involve their judgment mechanism for the target to be killed, I..."

"Okay, don't talk about your technical stuff, just talk about the key points."

The wilderness once again interrupted Ingolf's thought of making a long speech. From the way he kept stomping his feet, it can be seen that he is impatient and impatient at the moment. And Ingolf didn't shake his face because of this, and continued to explain.

"Use all the things in this room, make them into human shapes as much as possible, and throw them down as targets for them."

"Hmm...simple and rude."

"And one more thing."

"What's up?"

"Now that mobility has become such an inconvenient thing, we can't just wander around, we have to confirm our destination and move as little as possible."

"Go to the archives at GST headquarters."

"Where are you going?"

"Well……"

Speaking of this, Huang Yuan thought for a while, and he blurted out this answer without thinking, and he himself didn't know why he went to the archives of the coalition government. So when Ingleff asked him why, he had to think about the reason again, but in any case, he felt that it was the place to be.

"I think there will be the information we need there."

"What information do you want to know?"

"Jacob's? The Red Queen?"

"Why do you think there are such secret things in those places?"

"Or... Mo Shixin's birth report."

Its daybreak.

After determining the goal and policy, Ingolf and the wilderness prepared for another two days. In one day, they dismantled almost all the usable things in the room in order to make a dummy for delaying the patrol. From quilts to cushions to furniture. On the other day, it is to be able to complete the movement in eight seconds to recharge your batteries.

All plans must be completed within one day because they are worried that the soldiers have the function of automatically correcting the time error according to the number of days.

It must also be during the day, at least when the line of sight is not affected.

Now, everything is ready.

Wasteland and Ingolf looked at each other, nodded, and then lifted the dummy made of bed sheets, cotton batting, and wood chips and threw it down.

As the dummies landed, the marching pace echoing between the cities stopped abruptly. The patrols did not shoot, which was a bit unexpected, but theoretically, as long as the footsteps stopped, there would be a delay.

Moorland and Ingolf hid behind the window, quietly waiting for the soldiers to march again, but the sound of their resumption of action was not heard for a long time. , Just when Huang Yuan felt a little puzzled and poked his head out of the window to look out, he found that all the soldiers raised their heads and looked here.

The wilderness was startled, and quickly retracted his head, but it was too late.

The sound of smashing door panels and furniture came from downstairs, and the soldiers were rushing upstairs.

"They're coming up!"

"You idiot, what did you do?"

"It just went according to plan."

The bickering between them didn't last long, and the ultimatum sent from under their feet has urged them to think about the current situation as soon as possible. But at a glance, this room has been destroyed by them in sevens and eighties, and there is nothing left.

What's more troublesome is that this is the fourth floor, which is a very embarrassing floor. There is no mediation time for transferring to other floors, nor is it urgent enough to force people to react immediately. Even if you want to jump out of the window Well, the fourth floor is also an embarrassing height. It seems that you can't fall to your death, but if you jump down, nothing will happen.

Time was running out, and the voice from below was getting closer and closer. At this critical moment, the two of them looked at the same place at the same time-the only way to do it.

The door of the room was destroyed by a huge force along with the walls, and soldiers rushed into the room in a tight formation, accompanied by a series of 'You are under arrest! 'the sound of.

However, these soldiers found that the entire room was empty.

They were programmed to shake their heads and search the room with sensors, but there was nothing alive except for a crawling cockroach, and the dummies were of course ignored.

After all, the machine was still a machine, and when they found that the search was futile, they exited the room very simply, without any hesitation or question.

A minute or two after the soldiers left the room, Moorland and Ingolf poked their heads out of the window together. After confirming that they had left, they carefully turned over the window and returned to the room. In an emergency, the only way of escape they can think of at the same time is to hide outside the window, like a person who has been caught cheating.

"They just gave up?"

"Ah, it looks like this. Maybe the programmers mainly want to use these guys for patrolling, so they don't have the authority and function of independent search and judgment, so that they can return to their original jobs faster. Really. It’s rigid, and the versatility is too poor.”

"But it seems that this also helped us." Huang Yuan pointed out the window, "Look."

Outside the window, the soldiers who had just come downstairs to form an array collided with another group of patrolling soldiers. They were entangled with each other, and it took a lot of effort to rearrange their formation. Then, the two groups became After a wave, they went on patrol together. In this way, Wasteland and Ingolf can easily bypass them without those eight seconds.

"It seems that the plan is still useful."

Moor and Ingolf's hiding place is some distance from the executive residence of the coalition government.

Even though the patrol had revealed a bigger hole than expected, they still couldn't get there before it got dark. Since Dyson Bay stopped in the Ligurian Gulf, its huge body blocked the sun, and the sunshine time of New Milan was reduced. In addition to the production stagnation caused by chaotic regulations, New Milan now has no electricity at all. Yes, not to mention lighting or something, it is extremely difficult to move in such a dark environment.

It took seven or eight hours for Ingolf and the moor to finally come here.

Standing outside the executive mansion, one can see that the brain that once managed this crowded city is still emitting a dim light, as if a dying person is lying on the ground and moaning for help. But even the soldiers on patrol don't set foot here, whether it's because they've already mopped up or the place has become worthless property.

The two cautiously entered the executive mansion. The camera lens was still faintly reflective, and they followed their movements. Even after encountering such a catastrophe, the equipment here was still in operation.

"There's still electricity here?"

Moor asked.

"It should be an underground backup generator. If there is any emergency, it will automatically operate... But the light is too dim, and I'm afraid it won't work for long."

Because of Ingolf's familiarity with this place, they didn't take many wrong roads along the way, but made a few small detours because of the collapse of certain places, but even so, the desolate and dilapidated scene still made them feel embarrassed.

On the way, they smelled some disgusting smell, but both of them tacitly didn't look for the source of the smell, because they knew very well that it was most likely the smell from the corpses left here. It's hard not to feel sick to the poor souls who have been abandoned for days or months, even if they haven't eaten in a while.

Soon, Ingleff took Wasteland to the archives of the executive mansion. This room is sealed off with a special door, and there are quite a few dents on it. It is obvious that some people have tried to destroy the door, even the concrete wall next to the door has been damaged, but It doesn't help, because the same level of steel plates are also buried inside the walls.

This is a good thing for the wasteland and Ingolf, at least it can be sure that the things inside have not been tampered with. But it may also be a bad thing, because since Lanna is not interested in the things in it, and she is unwilling to take the effort to read or destroy it, it is difficult to say whether there is any valuable information in it.

Ingolf swiped twice on the code disk next to him, and the sunken solid door made a sound of electric current unique to the operation of the machine, and then began to rise slowly, but it didn't take long before the door's The depression was stuck, and Ingolf had no choice but to raise the door a little higher, signaling the wasteland to climb in.

The moment Huang Yuan crawled into the room, he couldn't bear the strength and let go.

Huang Yuan stood up and patted the dust off his body.

He looked up, and saw that the room was only lit with little light, and the tall file cabinets were stacked on top of each other, criss-crossing, like mountains, and there were countless files in them.

But the wilderness didn't feel confused, as if there was an irresistible force attracting him invisible, he walked firmly to a certain bookshelf in the back of the room, and then climbed to a certain floor in the middle by a ladder. He took out one of the dossiers.

He looked at it and found that it was just a very ordinary meeting minutes. He didn't know why his intuition led him to read this kind of thing.

Huangyuan shook his head, and when he was about to put the file back, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a thin slit on the wall panel behind the file. He buckled it with his hands without thinking, and found that it seemed to be a loose There was no board, so he hurriedly dropped the file in his hand, and removed the wall board with both hands.

Inside was another document, but it looked much thinner than the other files on the shelf. Huang Yuan stretched out his hand, but the moment he touched the document, the lights above his head suddenly went out.

And his consciousness, with the disappearance of the lights, was gradually elongated... elongated...

The incandescent lamp overhead glowed brightly.

Mo Hesheng sat under the light with his head drooped. Under the strong light, his face was covered with a thick shadow.

In front of him is a clean table surrounded by three stools, one is empty, one is for him to sit on, and one is for a woman.

There was no ashtray on the table. In front of Mo Hesheng, the cigarette butts that had been extinguished halfway through the smoke piled up like a hill, and they were thrown on the table like that. Even if there was an ashtray, it might not be able to hold so many cigarette butts.

"I heard you don't like smoking."

The woman spoke first. She was still very young, but her eyes revealed the wisdom and perseverance not lost to her age.

Mo Hesheng paused, and his hand holding the cigarette loosened. Before the deal, he revealed his anxiety. Only when the pressure is really overloaded does he turn to something he doesn't normally touch, like alcohol or nicotine. But fortunately, he was not addicted before.

"There are so many things I don't like."

"Well...it makes sense, just like I don't like people born in a family like you." The woman smiled, "But we still sat together and were friendly."

"That's not very nice of you, Lana Ginsburg."

The words that responded to her came from the other side, it was a tall middle-aged man. The man looked serious, but at the moment he looked at Mo Hesheng and Lanna with a slightly frivolous smile.

"Zwingli, you are late."

"I'm sorry, there's something wrong with my wife."

"Without your intermediary, the two of us can't start at all."

"Even if it can start, you will not be happy if the two of us start trading early."

As Mo Hesheng said, he pressed the lit cigarette on the table.

"Let me ask first, are the twelve bugs in this room used for recording by you, or are they someone else's?"

"Twelve? I buried fourteen, and you haven't found two."

"That's good. If this matter is exposed, decapitation... It won't be the case, but the three of us should be finished."

"Oh, it's rumored that the sky is not afraid, the earth is not afraid, and Mo Hesheng, who dared to contradict Herman, has learned to be afraid now."

Lanna lost no time in cutting into the conversation.

"As if you weren't afraid."

"Of course I'm scared, but some things are more scary if you don't do them."

"Okay, let's do the probing and bickering first."

Zwingli stepped forward, patted the table, and sat down.

"Let's start talking about business. Both of you have something that the other needs. That's why you have hired me as a guarantor. Let's talk about your demands first. If you make a mistake, it will cause trouble. Then I will say something first, the doctors in the hospital have already flowed into the sea, and the cameras have all been fixed."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Mo Hesheng.

"You come first."

"Why not women first?"

"Because you initiated this transaction."

"Fine."

Mo Hesheng sighed and cleared his throat.

"My...my daughter's birth score is not satisfactory. I hope to use your relationship and strength to revise my daughter's birth report."

"Well, I've seen your daughter's birth report."

Lanna put her hands on her face and said.

"Don't say it's a family like the Mo family, even for ordinary people, it's a low level..."

Then, she gave an annoying smile.

"Is it because there are too many close relatives? Finally, a defective child was born."

"If this level is considered a defect in close relatives, doesn't that mean that the blood of the Mo family itself is very good?" Mo Hesheng replied.

"This kind of arrogance of a wealthy family trust is very annoying." Lanna's smile disappeared, "You'd better consider whether you want to accept my ridicule."

"You need to gain confidence from insulting people?"

"That's right, especially for a family like yours that is clearly not a chosen nation but still monopolizes high positions."

Mo Hesheng opened his mouth to retort, but everyone could smell the gunpowder in the conversation, so Zwingli had to intervene in the conversation in time, trying to calm down both sides.

"All right, all right, don't talk much."

He looked at Mo Hesheng first.

"Now it's you who want something from others, so you should act a little bit condescending, and don't be so arrogant as usual."

Then she looked at Lanna again.

"You are young and energetic, I know, but you are here to do business. You Jews are good at doing business. Is that how you do business? And it is very narrow behavior to define a person by ethnicity."

The two of them were silent for a while, then nodded at each other.

"That's fine, I apologize, Mr. Mo Hesheng."

"How embarrassing, now I have a request from you."

"Then... let's continue to discuss business."

"OK."

Lanna thought for a while before continuing to speak, as if the business they were going to discuss next would be very difficult, but Mo Hesheng knew that she was probably just putting on a show.

"You know, the birth report is very strict in GST itself. If you want to do it, you need a lot of effort and the price is very high."

"money is not a problem."

"It's not money." Lanna smiled, "I also have my own plan, I can help you, but I also need your help."

"Help you? What?"

Mo Hesheng frowned, the problems that can be solved with money are not problems. Such an ambiguous offer is very dangerous.

"Actually, you don't need to do anything." Lanna said, "You just have to make sure you keep contradicting Herman as usual."

"Interesting, what is your plan, tell me."

"If you say it, it's not a plan. I just need someone to distract Herman's energy, so that the old fox will not notice my various small movements too early."

"It sounds like it's related to rights. What do you want to do? Don't forget that we are just scientific researchers. At most, we can only resign and stay in a small place."

"I hope your daughter can be my disciple, and I will teach her to grow," Lanna opened her mouth slightly.

"Oh? What are you going to do to my daughter?" Mo Hesheng pursed his lips

"Relax, she is absolutely guaranteed to be safe, and I will make her an excellent scientist."

"Okay, whatever you want."

"Then it's a deal."

"It's really a very short transaction, and there is not much quarreling and bargaining."

"This shows that both of you are very generous to each other."

Zwingli smiled and held the hands of the two, pulling them together and shaking hands.

"This is the essence of trading. Exchange of goods is one of the oldest jobs of human beings... But I also want to remind you that the same goes for intermediaries. As for my compensation..."

"I understand, as long as your ambition is not too exaggerated, I will give you support and convenience within GST."

"Me too."

"It would be great."

After finishing speaking, Zwingli pulled away the hands of the two, folded their hands together, and added his own.

"May God bless us and enjoy our cooperation."

For a moment, the wilderness who woke up from the trance regained his composure, and then said to Ingolf: "It seems that Gherardini really lied to me, no, it was Mo Hesheng who lied to Gherardini, or maybe it was the two of them. They all lied to me."

Ingleff felt a little baffled by what the wasteland said, and he asked back: "Then what are you going to do, stop this crazy thing, or..."

"I don't want to be enslaved by aliens, and I don't intend to be anyone's pawn."