Cyber Daming

Not to mention the weird Western clothes, the shiny hairstyle alone is rare enough in the Japanese area.

Shi Nan threw the medicinal materials back into the drawer, patted the residue on his hands, turned around and looked at the other person up and down, "Are you Akito?"

"It doesn't look like it?"

Zou Sijiu stamped his feet on the spot, shook off the water drops on his clothes, and asked with a smile.

"It doesn't look like that."

Shinan shook his head, "There are not many Ming people in this big city, and even fewer are dressed like you."

"When I was young, I offended someone and hid in Xiyi for a while."

Zou Sijiu smiled slightly, "Although I'm back now, my enemy is not dead yet. So I always wear this outfit to remind myself that I still have to be careful when doing things."

"So that's it."

Shi Nan did not delve into the truth or falsehood of the other party's words, and nodded in agreement.

"Dr. Shi Nan, by asking these questions, are you not treating people wisely?"

"Of course not. I only differentiate between those who have money and those who don't. I never differentiate between barbarians and Ming people."

Shi Nan paused for a moment and smiled: "It's just that very few Ming people are willing to come to me for medical treatment."

"Why? Your name is very famous in Gangshan City."

Shinan shrugged and joked: "Maybe, because I am a Japanese?"

"Familiarity is not a good thing."

Zou Sijiu took a deep look at the other party, then pointed to the two rooms on the left and right, and asked: "So, should we choose the left or the right for medical treatment today?"

"The medical skills of Ming people ask about the heart, and the medical skills of Westerners ask about the body. Which side you choose depends on what kind of disease you have."

"Then this way."

Zou Sijiu walked to the operating table without hesitation and lay down on it.

"After staying in Xiyi for a long time, I'm still used to this way."

Shinan followed him and turned on the shadowless lamp under the ceiling. The dazzling light hit Zou Sijiu's line of sight, creating circles of light in his pupils.

"It seems that the guest is feeling unwell?"

"Yeah, I always have trouble sleeping at night."

Zou Sijiu moved his body into a comfortable position, folding his hands on his abdomen.

"Insomnia?"

Shi Nan stood beside the operating table, his fingertips gradually passed over the cold medical instruments, and finally stopped on a three-inch long scalpel, gently stroking the sharp edge.

"I don't suffer from insomnia."

Zou Sijiu sighed, "It's just that lately I have to help others with work in the middle of the night, so I can't get much rest at all."

Shinan let out an ooh and said with a half-smile, "What kind of job is so hard?"

"Find someone."

Zou Sijiu answered simply.

"Who is so important?"

Shinan put his fingers on the handle of the knife, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "You actually need guests to find them in the middle of the night?"

"It's hard to say whether it's important or not. It's just in the dead of night that some people will take off their disguises and reveal their truest side."

Zou Sijiu turned his head and said softly: "For example, people like you."

Zheng!

A strong wind suddenly rose, and the sharp edge of the scalpel hovered above Zou Sijiu's pupils.

It's only an inch away from piercing the eyeball and penetrating into the skull.

Shinan's face showed a ferocious look, "You come so unscrupulously, why do you think I don't dare to kill you?"

"Because if I die, you won't survive."

Zou Sijiu said calmly: "You should know what will happen to a swan whose traces are exposed."

"You think I'm afraid of death?!"

Shinan's deep voice contained boiling murderous intent.

"Of course you are not afraid, but if there is a choice, no one would be willing to die, right?"

The cold light was right in front of him, and Zou Sijiu couldn't even blink.

"Besides, if you were really unwilling to make a choice, this knife would have been inserted into my head by now."

Shinan's face became extremely ugly and he sneered: "You want me to betray one of my own people?"

"People from Honghu still care about loyalty?"

Zou Sijiu's tone was exaggerated, "The saying you believe in, 'Princes, princes and generals should live in harmony with one another', isn't it just about fighting for your own interests?"

The hovering cold light still couldn't stop the contempt in Zou Sijiu's eyes.

"Do you think you know Honghu very well?"

Shi Nan's tone suddenly rose, and his face showed a fierce look. There was no movement in the wrist holding the knife, but a bit of dazzling scarlet blood rippled in Zou Sijiu's eyes.

"We not only know Honghu, but we also know you."

Zou Sijiu raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes, his tone still very calm.

Seeing this scene, Shi Nan couldn't help but tighten the corners of his mouth, and the other party's indifference to life and death made him feel palpitations in his heart.

"How did you find me?"

After a moment of silence, a dry and hoarse voice slowly came from Shi Nan's mouth.

Like a defeated fighting dog, he slumped into the chair next to the operating table.

"Brain cleverness."

"Impossible, I have not used my brain to connect to any Huangliang dream. It is impossible for you to reversely locate my whereabouts through Huangliang dream."

Shi Nan's tone was firm. He was able to lurk so stably for so many years because he always adhered to one rule, that is, he should not easily connect to Huangliang's dream unless absolutely necessary.

"You don't have to go through Huangliang's dream to determine your identity."

The blood redness in his sight made Zou Sijiu close his right eye tightly. He took out the silk scarf inserted in the breast pocket of his coat and slowly inserted it into the blood flowing across his face.

"The fact that you have a clever brain but don't use it and remain silent for a long time is abnormal enough."

Shinan thought for a moment and understood what the other party meant.

In today's society, Huang Liang's dream has an extremely powerful temptation for a person. No matter what kind of desire it is, it can be easily realized through Huang Liang's dream.

Leaving aside the fact that everyone has just the most basic lust. There are also ambitions that are difficult to realize in reality, such as becoming a Buddha, becoming an ancestor, becoming a king and hegemony, etc., which can be realized through Huang Liang's dream.

It is impossible for a person who can have a brain-wit implant to endure a long period of time without entering any Huangliang dreamland.

"This is not uncommon in Japanese areas!"

Shi Nan shook his head, not believing Zou Sijiu's explanation.

"The empire has blocked the dreamland permissions in the Japanese area. If you want to enter the fixed large-scale yellow beam dreamland, you can only use smuggling. But even so, it is very likely to be discovered by Qin Tianjian, which will cause unnecessary trouble."

Shinan spoke firmly, "Brain-computer silence is the norm in Japanese areas. There is no way that I will be exposed because of this common phenomenon!"

"Although the Japanese area cannot be connected to the large-scale Huangliang Dreamland, most people will still entertain themselves in a small independent world by inserting various weird chips in the dead of night. In this way, the Empire But I can’t control it.”

"As long as the chip is inserted, the brain computer is no longer silent. But you are absolutely silent!"

Having said this, Shi Nan finally realized it and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on his face.

It turned out that it was because of my own caution that I became a rare exception in the popular imagination.

Apparently the other party had grasped this point, and sifted through the minority group who had been implanted with brain computers but remained absolutely silent, and finally found themselves.

"It seems that you have put in a lot of hard work to dig me out!"

"It is indeed hard work. Although there are very few people like you whose brains and computers are absolutely silent for a long time, in the population of a big city, there are still dozens or hundreds of people. If I check them one by one, it will cost me their lives. Half of it. But fortunately, it’s finally over now.”

Zou Sijiu refolded the blood-stained silk scarf and put it back into his breast pocket. He tilted his head and looked at Shi Nan with a smile: "Now that your doubts have been resolved, can we discuss the terms? Don't worry, you traitor. It won’t be in vain.”

Shinan licked his lips and suddenly said: "Thank you."

"Um?"

Zou Sijiu was confused when he heard this meaningless words.

"Next time, I won't make this mistake again."

Phew!

The cold light burst out again, suddenly penetrating from Zou Sijiu's eyes.

Shinan's face was filled with ferociousness, and he exerted so much force on his hands that he actually pushed his body towards the operating table.

"Let me just say we can't reach an agreement. These Honghu are characters who won't shed tears until they see the coffin."

Zou Sijiu, whose head was penetrated, did not show any pain and spoke naturally to himself. The whole person was like a ball of dreamy bubbles, which was directly knocked away by Shi Nan who rushed towards the operating table, and then disappeared without a trace.

Shinan felt as if he had crashed into a lake, and a sense of suffocation in his body and a sense of mental trance emerged at the same time.

The whole world turned upside down, and the next second, the whole person emerged from the bottom of the water.

Clang.

The gleaming scalpel fell to the ground, and Muranan turned over and sat up from the operating table.

He raised his eyes and looked around. Everything was the same as before, except for the figure with oily hair.

"Sure enough, it's all a dream!"

tread.

Before Shinan could take a breath, the sound of tiny footsteps came from the door again.

Shi Nan looked up and saw a tall figure standing by the door, holding a folded black umbrella in his hand. Raindrops hit the ground along the tip of the umbrella.

Shinan frowned, "Is the dream weaved by that dream-eating Birch not over yet?"

"Dream?"

Li Jun grinned, flicked his wrist, and the black umbrella turned into an embroidered spring knife with a cold light flashing in a burst of clanging sound.

"Your sweet dream is over, I'm here to show you the coffin, Honghu Huaiguo!"

There is another chapter, which will come a little later.