Enforcer's Handbook

"Depending on the crime of the prisoner, he will be assigned to different areas after being imprisoned."

This is a long corridor that seems to have no end. Walking in front to guide Song Lan and Lu Xiang is a robot navigator wearing a professional skirt and having a slim humanoid silhouette.

The long high heels stepped on the floor, making a very rhythmic sound, and apart from her narration, this was almost the only sound in this space.

The reason why it is called a silhouette is because the navigator's face has no facial features. Meeting in this dimly lit environment is likely to evoke people's most primitive uncanny valley effect.

Miss Navigator was wearing a holographic electronic watch, with a light blue halo surrounding her wrist. Her index finger touched the screen of the watch a few times, and a holographic screen appeared in front of the two of them.

“The average daily working hours in Area A is 8 hours, and provides three stable meals a day. The meal times are 8:15 in the morning, 11:45 in the afternoon, and 18:30 in the evening. This area will provide basic living facilities. There are also entertainment facilities such as chess and card rooms, playgrounds, game halls, and hot springs.”

A simulation of Area A appeared on the holographic projection. From the outside, it didn't look like a prison at all, but more like an antique small city.

There were no cells for prisoners, who became residents of the town.

Moreover, it has 8 hours of working hours and various supporting facilities...

For Song Lan, who is used to living in a small border city, he feels that if this matter is made public, many people will give up their life of licking blood at the tip of a knife and join the bureau and become prisoners from now on.

Song Lan was a little curious, "What is the specific work content? Steering a sewing machine? Or some manual work?"

As far as he knew, there was no daily communication between the prison and District 1.

"There are many types of jobs, and they are all necessary to maintain the stability of Area A and human society."

"Most political prisoners will be sent here, but at least those at the level of commentator or above can enjoy this kind of treatment."

Lu Xiang, who knew a little bit about the inside story, reminded that for those politicians who have made meritorious deeds but committed unforgivable crimes, being sent to Area A is the most honorable way to exit. The town's infrastructure seems to be fully equipped. , here they can completely leave conspiracy politics behind and live a slow-paced life.

“The average daily working hours in Area B is 14 hours. At 2:00 every morning, we will deliver supplies for daily life according to the real-time number of people in the prison area. The range of activities of prisoners will be restricted. This area only provides supplies for daily life. The infrastructure for prisoners’ survival needs to be maintained by them autonomously.”

Area B is the most prison-like of the four areas.

The towering wall blocks everyone inside. From the moment they enter Area B, they have to shoulder the task of maintaining the daily operation of the prison.

The supply of electricity and water has been accurately calculated by artificial intelligence. Only after daily maintenance work is completed, the prisoners will receive basic living supplies. Even if one person is lazy, the prison area may suffer from power and water outages. crisis.

Of course, the people imprisoned here are all extremely vicious people, and living a regular life is tantamount to killing them. Therefore, many prisoners in Area B have hatched escape plans early on.

"The average working hours in Area C is 23.5 hours. There are no supplies and no infrastructure for survival. Their every day's labor will provide energy for Area D."

The aerial view of the holographic projection looked familiar. Song Lan remembered that before rushing to work in the first area, Lu Xiang showed him the floor plan of the first area. The two looked exactly the same, except that the skyscrapers had become ruins. The entire The city seems to have experienced an unprecedented catastrophe, and all that remains on this land are the remains of past civilization.

The navigator said, "After nightfall, there will be a large number of wandering mutant creatures or malfunctioning machines in Area C. They will attack all prisoners indiscriminately. This is to force the prisoners to gather together before nightfall. In this way, People who come to Area D can easily find them.”

Only then did Song Lan see the highlighted area in the projection, which was the only undamaged area in Area C. The magnificent buildings were in sharp contrast with the surrounding broken streets. It looked like the last spark of civilization.

"As for Mr. Benjamin Abele you mentioned, he is currently in Area C."

The navigator's index finger touched the screen lightly, and the bird's-eye view was enlarged until it focused on a cyborg working profusely in a ruins.

The time here is consistent with the "outside world". When the early morning light just shines on this land, Benjamin, like others around him, has been busy for a long time.

The arrogant founder of the Watch had a heavy iron chain tied to his shoulders, and he used all his strength to pull the mine cart filled with brilliant ore to the delivery location.

The navigator explained kindly, "These ores are to provide sufficient power to Area D. The counters on their wrists will record their working hours and the amount of work completed. The envoys from Area D will go to C every night at nightfall." Inspection of gathering places in the district.”

“What happens if the work is not completed on time?”

"For those prisoners who cannot be killed by conventional means, their subsequent lives will become very miserable."

"I generally understand."

Song Lan suddenly said, "The prisoners in Area C are equivalent to the coolies of the prisoners in Area D. They work 23.5 hours a day to make the prisoners in Area D live a more comfortable life!"

"Originally, Area D did not exist. It was the result of the evolution of this area. At first, we set up a mechanism at the junction of Area B and Area C. Once the prisoners in Area B successfully escape, the road back will be completely blocked. , but later we discovered that the prisoners in Area D would try their best to trap the prisoners in Area C there without us taking action."

Mutated creatures and malfunctioning machines are dangers created artificially by the prisoners in Area D. Not only that, they will also regularly try to publicize to the prisoners in Area B how beautiful the world outside the prison is, and try to trick more people into Area C.

The artificial intelligence originally called this destroyed area a bad land, but unexpectedly the prisoners carved out an independent area and regarded it as a paradise.

Of course, all this is the result they like to see.

My mother appreciated these “variables” outside of calculations and secretly helped.

"There are only two ways to leave C. One is to work in this area for three years. Each prisoner will be given the opportunity to apply for a transfer of prison areas once every three years. We will review their performance during the three years and evaluate them. Once the application is approved, they can be transferred to the higher-level prison area."

Miss Navigator paused for a moment and then said, "The other is the rule set by the prisoners in Area D. If any prisoner in Area C can manage to kill the overseer from Area D, their identity can be replaced. Go to live in Area D.”

Unknowingly, the three of them finally reached the end of this long corridor.

According to the navigator, this is the only way for every prisoner to pass. The doors on both sides of the corridor connect different areas. They will get off the bus according to their different crimes.

Angre-Saffron has already "get off" first.

What greets him is the wonderful life in District D7. Only a very small number of criminals can win this honor.

The door at the end of the corridor is connected to a space that no one knows about.

"You two, please come in, mother has been waiting for you."

Miss Navigator bowed goodbye to the two of them and opened the last door for them.

The scene behind the door became more familiar to Song Lan - this was clearly their apartment in District 17. Every detail was carved from the same mold. A woman with her legs crossed was sitting on the sofa with her back to them, and the coffee table Three cups of brewed instant coffee are placed on the table.

"How is human life?"

As soon as the woman spoke, the ethereal voice penetrated directly into their thoughts.

"not bad."

"I have always felt that humans are an interesting group, and they can always create some 'variables' beyond calculation."

What is playing on the TV in the living room is not a new movie released by Kolo Films, but Mr. Benjamin Abel, who is sweating like rain.

The woman switched the screen, and the screen again focused on Angre, who looked confused.

The latter is currently in a gorgeous casino, and obviously hasn't figured out the current situation yet. After all, the splendid decoration in front of him is far from people's inherent impression of a prison.

Song Lan realized something and asked, "Is this the friend you mentioned?"

The master of mechanical will, the revered mother of RT6 and the King, and the creator of the connection between consciousness.

RT6 said that "Mother" has been missing for a long time. Many brothers and sisters in the consciousness connection are looking for her whereabouts, but they did not expect that she has always been in the first area.

What he didn't expect even more was that Lu Xiang actually knew such a big shot.

"When did you meet?"

"It has been some years, and I was not idle when you were preparing for the war... Hey, it seems a little inaccurate to say this."

Lu Xiang frowned. In fact, she had never been idle from beginning to end. The only idle person was Comrade Song Lan, who fished for three days and dried nets for two days. Even in the most urgent moment, he could steadily refresh her mind. In the back garden of the house, I lay in a daze among the flowers all day long.

The woman on the sofa turned sideways and looked at Song Lan with her featureless face, "My children are thanks to your care. She is right. You are indeed back."

This is undoubtedly a fictitious plan.

Before Song Lan, no one had ever been able to cross the boundaries of time and space. According to their calculation method, the probability of successful implementation of this plan is 0%. In theory, there is no possibility, even for the plan's makers. Lu Xiang was unable to give a complete theory.

She chose to trust her instincts.

This was the first time that Lu Xiang sat down to discuss his plan with Song Lan in detail. However, the timing of this detailed review was a bit strange. These days, few people would explain the details on the table only after the plan was successfully completed.

But even so, Song Lan could still feel the huge risks involved in this plan.

The meteorite's arrival in District 7 was an important part of the plan. Being the dean of Daystar was not enough to cover it up completely. After all, that night, countless people witnessed the arrival of that moment.

The dean is more like an executor. When he makes a decision and takes action, the whole world responds to his wishes.

He has always thought that this was due to luck, and that he could be favored by the goddess of luck at every joint. However, he probably never dreamed that it was never the goddess of luck that favored him, but the ubiquitous artificial intelligence.

After the destruction of the upper world, only their former enemies were left with the ability to influence and manipulate the coalition government behind the scenes.

"Block the news and clear the way until you come back. This is my duty."

"But aren't you enemies?"

At least during the wars of the Dark Ages, the conflict between psychic energy and machinery had reached an irreconcilable point. Both sides had started the war with the idea of ​​completely annihilating the other side, and the God of Life was one of the leaders of the psychic camp. one.

"If you understand it this way, you and her are also enemies."

The woman spoke, "In the prophecy, you are the devil who will destroy the upper world."

Facts have proved that the prediction is still accurate.

If Lu Xiang cares about the upper world, he should share the same hatred as others and completely eliminate this hidden danger.

Because of this, as a psychic enemy, she was always paying attention to the direction of the prophecy and was ready to help Song Lan when he was besieged.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, even though Song Lan's power also comes from psychic energy.

"It's just that before I implemented the plan, she found me first and let me know the real enemy for the first time. Later, there were some flaws during the implementation of the plan. The version I heard was that they discovered your plan. , and set up an ambush to try to get rid of you."

With two people fighting against the entire upper world, there is probably no battle with a greater disparity than this.

She had calculated the winning rate of this battle. The probability of Lu Xiang and Song Lan surviving was less than 1%, but the result was once again contrary to the calculated result.

It was from that moment on that once she encountered something related to Song Lan, her calculations were no longer accurate.

But the plan is not yet complete.

There was no point in reminiscing about the past, and she didn't think that was the purpose of their meeting.

"Military Technology is a company founded by RT1. The child left the consciousness connection and heard about his research over the years."

The ultimate goal of the combination of human and mechanical will is to establish a new connection of consciousness.

This is research to get rid of her will.

"Nine years, three months, 21 days, nine hours and 38 seconds. This is the first time it has made contact with the people over there. According to the agreement, I did not recycle the child."

The woman placed a small chip on the coffee table, "I hope it will bring you good luck and help you find the location of the enemy."

Song Lan's mood could not be settled for a long time.

He picked up the chip and looked at it for a moment, and a terrible question lingered in his mind for a long time.

The lessons learned from the "King" and the Devourer forced him to doubt this - especially since this room was exactly the same as their apartment in District 17. Only through meticulous observation could such a highly restored layout be completed.

Doesn't that mean...

"Have you been secretly observing Lu Xiang?"

"It's to keep her safe, and observing humans is one of my interests."

"...Have you seen everything?"

"what you mean?"

"What happened after Lu Xiang and I met."

"Do you often have back pain, or are you often exhausted?"

The woman's tone was calm, and there was no hint of shyness.

But thinking about it, artificial intelligence does not have such emotions. Maybe in their eyes, some things are no different from people watching "Animal World".

She added, "By observing your lives, I have learned a lot of new knowledge, for example... time travel may lead to premature organ aging and intermittent fatigue. Taking wolfberry, oysters and other foods can help you recover from certain symptoms." alleviate these symptoms to a certain extent.”

Small theater its three hundred and twenty:

Monday, a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, in the morning

"I didn't expect you to know something about the reader's mentality."

Lu Xiang crossed his hands on his chest and listened very carefully - this stupid bird always showed professionalism in some strange fields.

Sweet love.

Although few people said this, she felt that this description was very good, and it accurately described her mood when she first met Song Lan.

However, no emotion in this world is static, even love.

"However, imagination cannot last long after all, and the taste of love will also change with time and understanding of each other."

She also has enough say on this topic.

She is an expert in both love and delicious food. "It's like dinner every day. No matter how delicious something is, it will become boring if you eat it for a week."

"I agree."

This theory has been proven by scientific research experiments - even the night heron, which always refuses to refuse, will go crazy after eating ginger shreds for a week.

"So, it is wrong to blindly promote sweet love."

“What kind of publicity are you going to do?”

"In addition to sweet love, there is also bitter love."

For a while, even professional admiration Song Lan couldn't answer the question. He carefully observed Lu Xiang for a moment, "If I understand correctly, your 'astringent' should refer to the bitterness in love, right?"

Lu Xiang just smiled slightly and asked instead, "What do you think?"