Night Hacker

   Chapter 89 Hunter and Dog

   In this space, a small fantasy grid dome is built on the matrix circuit board, and there is a thick data ice wall around the fantasy, and Carl Wilson's personality cube is trapped in the fantasy.

  Suddenly, above the grid dome, there appeared four cyber cowboys with smiling face masks, all of them riding beastly motorcycles.

   On one of the motorcycles, there are orange cats, Shiba Inu and macaques wearing sunglasses.

   Beneath those smiling masks are Lindsay, Vivienne, Shukichi Sakai, and tower builder Khufudrew.

   "Here it is, Director Wilson, the half can of Blue Bird beer you have left is mine."

   Sakai Osamu said cheerfully, "You are also very worthwhile, living a sweet and pet-like life in the fantasy world, the peak of life."

   "Lindsay, so the dog isn't you." Vivian looked at Lindsay with interest.

   She is a flow control manipulator. That day, at the Five Hundred Flea Bar, she had a conversation with Carl Wilson, who was looking for clues, and quietly planted voodoo on the other party.

   Although she is an advanced second programmer, but she is a six-speed gear, not as good as Lindsay, and higher than the five-speed gears of Huge and Hufu Drew.

   No matter where the six-speed gear is placed, on the street or in a chaebol, they are all highly talented and can grow into a legend. If she were to go to a place like Gesborn's Heart Net Warfare, she would be much more used than Wilson.

   But the New World Bank not only destroyed the Bone and Blood District, but also destroyed the Fudu City earlier, because of the prophecy of the change of the era.

  Bank believes that he dominates the current seventh era, and the prophecy of the eighth era is dominated by voodoo, or voodoo ruins.

  Vivian is the remnant of Voodoo, usually in the big house area, the territory of the voodoo gang, and has always been at odds with the bank dog.

   And Lindsay, the overdrive, steers her steer.

  From start to finish, it was all his arrangement.

   "I haven't finished telling my story last time, but the hunter caught the dog and used the dog to lure the fox behind him."

   As early as that night, Lindsay had collected some personal data from Gasboy's broken and chaotic personnel before jumping off and going offline.

   Those data can only provide extremely simple information, like a vague picture, an incomplete sentence, a mood.

   Lindsay saw "Director Wilson" Carl Wilson and a rich girl named Miss Sophia from this chaos. The reason for the whole thing was obvious.

   He knew very well how the New World Bank worked and the logic of the chaebols like Gasboy.

After Santo beat Yakuza, they all said that it was "a misunderstanding", but Gaisboyin still insisted on Kitano Kazuya as a brain slave. This is not in line with the logic of the bank's pursuit of the best interests. Is there anything special about Kitano Kazuya? ,No.

   This is Miss Sophia's personal insistence, and she is not convinced.

   "That's still a little fox, at most a second programmer, and arrogant, impulsive, stupid, thinking that he is from a superior background, and he will win everything for granted. This little fox has been a blood eater for no more than a year."

   Lindsay said with a smile, "It may never be more than a year, the fox hunting season is here."

   "Interesting." Vivian said in a friendly tone, "Lindsay, you can always give me some new tricks, and I like you for that."

   "Hey, are you guys playing too much?" Hufdru asked in surprise.

  Khufudru is a short and strong man who gave himself a nondescript ancient Egyptian name. He usually hangs out on the streets of the Pharaoh's Quarter, where tower builders and burialists are the largest gathering place in the city.

   He and Lindsay and Osamu Sakai were old friends for many years. They asked him to come and help catch a bank dog, and he came too.

   But now that he heard that he was going to catch a blood eater, Khufudrew was still stunned even though he was used to following them.

   Only members of the core families of each consortium can be blood eaters, and every blood eater is not an ordinary bank dog.

   "The little fox is also a fox." Huff Drew thought it was outrageous, "We can't get close to the fox even if we capture this supervisor. Carl Wilson can't go back to Gasboy's place, otherwise it will be easy to be seen.

   "That is, during our manipulation, he can no longer meet the fox."

  The broiler is different from the normal person, and the brain slave is also different from the normal person.

  The broiler is not so obvious and does not consume its brain energy. Except for occasional dizziness, there is no problem in normal life.

   However, for those senior and senior security personnel, especially certain types of extraordinary people such as exorcists and doctors, it is easy to detect the difference, and the difference is different.

"Hufu, are you afraid?" Osamu Sakai laughed loudly, "Then you can go back and buy my sweet favorite text, you are suitable for living in that kind of world." Hufu Druby pointed his middle finger, Xiuji Also with the metal **** of the right hand.

   "Khufu was right, so we had to call out the fox," Lindsay said.

   "What should I do if I lead it out?" Hufu Drew still couldn't understand the plan of the crazy game, "Which blood eater doesn't have a long line of people to follow? Going to the toilet is like having a party.

"Where is the fox's personality cube, we can't find it even if we open up Wilson's head, you know that. The fox won't enter the mind network yet. If you want to hunt foxes, you have to do it in the real world. Because of the dog! Once the fight begins, there will be a steady stream of reinforcements.

   "Also, time, Vivian, how many days can you manipulate this Wilson?"

   "Fully invasive voodoo," Vivian replied, "A week or so. The further you go, the weaker the effect."

  As this fantasy script progresses, the voodoo mixed in the script because of Lindsay's J-level program "full shooting" will sneak into the depths of Carl Wilson's personality cube, like a Trojan horse virus.

   She can use the back door of the psychic network to continuously implant information into the broiler, creating an illusion of control.

   So Wilson got some fictitious information and made decisions that he thought he made by himself, naturally.

   And then through his words, to influence the blood eater behind him, to complete the indirect manipulation.

   "Hufu, if you can figure it out, then you are Lindsay." Vivian said, riding a motorcycle with a graceful figure, "The one who sleeps with me tonight is you."

   "Hey!" Hufudru shouted, "You want to **** me off, right? It's good for you when the ice wall collapses."

   At this time, Lindsay smiled while stroking the fat upper back of the orange cat in the car:

   "A furious fox is worse than a dog, because she has neither the cunning of a fox nor a dog's sense of danger.

"Guys, what's the funniest thing? Even if this fox disappears and dies, Gasboy won't do anything for her. Because the bank dog feels that a failed low-authority blood eater is no longer worthy of consume the interests of the company.”

   "What you said is the level of a city-wide search, but why don't we expose it?" Khufudrew still didn't understand.

   The corners of Lindsay's smiling face were even more raised, "Don't you know that there will be a big festival in the Walled District in a few days?

   "The Walled District is the best place where a person or a group of people disappear without a trace. This fox, I will eat it."

  …

   In the 28th minute of entering the mental network, Carl Wilson completed the work and returned to the offline line smoothly.

   The sound of the night rain outside came into my ears again, and all sensory information was restored.

Wilson took off the heart-net connection helmet, dizzy slightly, looked at the God of War in the **** box next to him, reached out and took the can of Blue Bird beer on the workbench, and drank the remaining half of the can in one go Finish.

   "It turned out to be hiding in the Walled District." Wilson muttered to himself, "It's a good place to hide."

   Holding the empty beer can, he walked to the window of the living room and looked at the yellow and green night rain outside, and he was fascinated.

  The dense high-rise buildings are hazy in the rain, and the dense and orderly grid of light spots is like a personality cube in the spiritual network. Everyone is trapped in a small room.

   But this is Jianggu District, and every small house like that is the result of ten years, twenty years, thirty years, or even a lifetime of struggles by office workers and company personnel with legitimate occupations.

   Being able to see this gloomy night rain drifting across the sky is a little happiness that they can enjoy.

  This is not the case in the Walled District, which is an overcrowded giant three-dimensional labyrinth where sunlight hardly reaches the ground, and so does rain.

   I added 220,000 words last month, continue to work hard this month and ask for a monthly ticket for support! Ask for support!

   (end of this chapter)