Night Hacker

   Chapter 92 Big Fabrication

  In the corner of the narrow and dim floor aisle, the wall paint has peeled off in large pieces, revealing the broken and old cement inside.

  The water pipe by the wall was dripping water, and the ground was wet with water, and there was a sound of footsteps. From time to time, the messy and tangled wires made a snapping sound that was about to short-circuit, and there was an unpleasant smell from the garbage pile at the corner of the aisle, as well as the pungent smell of spray paint.

   Elizabeth felt that she was holding a spray paint can, spraying a new graffiti on the already mottled wall.

   These perceptions are sometimes pulled away and sometimes pushed closer, causing her a lot of mental pressure. The other party... is an extraordinary person...

   One after another line sprayed onto the broken wall, and soon formed a human-shaped shadow.

   She felt an emotion. From this figure graffiti, she seemed to see those people coming and going on the ground street, on the overpass, and on the rooftop. This figure is you, it can be me, it can be him, or she...

   This is not a specific person... This is a walled person...

   This is, an idea…

  The walled city needs to change, the fire brings reconstruction, let us be reborn in the fire, this is…

   "The magic show is about to be released." She murmured in a voice that only she could hear, but she was very determined, full of anticipation and fanaticism. This graffiti is a belief.

  Suddenly, she seemed to faintly hear someone coming from the corner, she should leave.

  The power of the extraordinary program was used, and she ran fast towards the other end, and instantly became a phantom.

   Elizabeth suddenly understood that she was a rooftop postman.

  The runner occupation department, the side door, and the postman on the rooftop of the city are all this occupation department. Through the program, the potential of the body is exploded, the running speed is accelerated, the jumping height is increased, and the shuttle runs flexibly and quickly between the rooftops of the building.

  The postman is leaving this retrospective range, but she has not returned to reality, she feels her body being torn apart.

   With this heart-wrenching pain, the integrity of his personality is also declining, and danger is imminent.

   She needs to take the initiative to end the retrospective and break away from this past afterimage data...

   "Ah!" Elizabeth gathered her energy and visualized her own image.

   The newly dyed red hair was as red as the blood flowing out of the fist stone. With a slam, she felt that she had re-formed and finally left the illusion and went back.

   Her hand that was pressing the graffiti on the wall trembled a little. It wasn't just the residual data of that extraordinary person just now.

The    is this graffiti, the common connection with other similar graffiti in the walled city, which almost dragged her down.

"The user returns, the protection mode is released." Jianbao's voice sounded, "User dissatisfaction has risen, and the jester mode has been activated: since you are going to peep at others, isn't it just what you want to see the exciting picture. "

   Elizabeth couldn't help laughing when she heard this, and her heart was really relieved.

   She nodded to the three of Ayako and the security team, "I'm fine, I think I saw some clues."

  At the moment, Elizabeth called Master Wuzhen and Daoist Yucheng over, and told them new clues such as "magic drama", and asked some questions about the religion of the city and the strange feeling of graffiti.

   Listening to their answers, her doubts became less and less, and she gradually cleared the clouds.

   "Let's go back and talk to Mr. Dero." Elizabeth walked back to the circuit, her heart regained weight.

   There are traitors in the rooftop postman, does the council know about it?

   After a while, everyone returned to the rooftop, and then crossed back to the building where the postman's headquarters was located on the rooftop. After passing through the crowded crowd of merchants and passers-by, Elizabeth and Ayako entered the meeting hall again.

  The hall is covered with old checkered tiles and has rows of chairs. The space is equally small, but the light is still bright.

   Someone announced their arrival one step earlier, and Mr. Dero stood in front of the altar in the hall again. There were impatient wrinkles on his middle-aged face. He should have been a good runner when he was young.

   But I don't know if it was his own transformation or how he injured his leg. The right leg exposed in his shorts is all mechanical material.

"Mr. Dero." Elizabeth said straight to the point while observing the other party's reaction: "The magic show. No matter where the graffiti appears in the city, it is a possible arson point, it can be any or all of them. "

   This is what she felt from the emotion she had just looked back, and she sorted it out by asking Master Wuzhen and the others.

   She suddenly saw that Mr. Dero's face changed slightly, she should have said it right, and said:

   "This is a big fabrication, which is inseparable from the joint design of fabricators and painters. The graffiti has a certain connection with each other."

  The painter occupation department is a main occupation, and it belongs to the eleventh house along with the actor department and the hunter department.

   Painter, virtual place.

  Xu, the original meaning is "Daqiu", the meaning of Datushan. Mountains can make people feel sublime, and the best paintings can also create this passion, and the sublime can bring people into another state of mind.

The word    and emptiness reveals the essence of the painting.

   The Eleventh Era is the prophesied future era, which is prophesied as an era of recovery after the post-war phase of mercy and peace.

  The recovery of all things needs water, and water comes out of the water bottle, which is why the eleventh century is the Aquarius Palace.

   These three main functions can be traced back to the initial establishment of human civilization, and they are one of the foundations of civilization:

  Actors, all dramas originate from religious activities, and primitive rituals such as worshiping gods and exorcising ghosts require actors; painters, the birth of words comes from the simplest symbols and lines, and all words are originally paintings; hunters, tribes can survive only if they have food.

   If the fabricator uses stories and words to influence others, the painter uses lines and pictures.

   "If there is no effective prevention, once the magic trick is completed..."

   This is what Master Wuzhen told her just now, Elizabeth paused and said solemnly: "People affected by graffiti may set fire everywhere, and fires will occur in every graffiti location."

  According to Xiaomei, this graffiti has bloomed everywhere in the Walled Area, and the situation is unimaginable.

   "Miss Sterling, thank you for your hard work in the city." Mr. Dero was still reluctant to talk about it, "We will deal with it."

   Even though she knew that she was not trusted because she was misunderstood as a blood eater, Elizabeth was still a little indignant:

   "Thousands of thousands and 100,000 people died! In two days, when it is still a festival, the flow of people will become larger and denser, and a fire can destroy a lot.

   "I now suspect that a rooftop postman has joined the fabrication of this magic show. I wonder what the council thinks? How about you, Mr. Dero?"

   She broke the story. There was a problem within the postman, and even could it be you, Mr. Dero?

   Over there, Master Wuzhen held the Buddha beads and folded his hands together, and muttered the Buddhist scriptures.

   Ayako and Taoist priest Yucheng looked at each other. They both knew that although the head of the Red Rain Investigation Team was a nice guy and wanted to get closer to the streets, he still had a bit of an eldest attitude.

   She speaks so fiercely, Mr. Dero and the others can close the door and chase away guests and ignore her.

   At this moment, Mr. Dero's face wrinkled even tighter, and the middle-aged postmen next to him didn't look good either.

   They seemed to be about to evict guests, but Mr. Dro waved his hand to stop them.

   Maybe Elizabeth's colorful red hair really doesn't look like a banker, or some other reason.

   "Miss Sterling." Looking at the bustling scene on the rooftop just outside the door, Mr. Dero said calmly:

   "The Walled City is our home, but living here is not all good, and it will also be bitter.

   "We don't have running water, but we use groundwater. To bring water up, we must first pump the water into the storage tank on the roof of the building, and then transfer it to the units below through water pipes.

   "But many people here can't even pay the water pipe connection fee. It was the Tangkou event that gave them the plumbing equipment.

“Also, because of the water pressure, water can only be pumped at certain times of the day. The groundwater, which is very turbid, always has a pungent smell, with the stench of industrial pollution and **** over the mud pond. It was boiled. It is not suitable for drinking, but we drink the water and only boil it a few times.

   "Miss Sterling, whether you are good or not, you will never really understand the Walled City. Only the Walled City people understand this kind of life, and only the Walled City people can endure it and laugh for another day.

   "It's just that people often still need a little new hope and some new ideas to support it.

"Some people, especially young people, will go down a crooked road, but this does not mean that they are vicious and hopeless. They just turn at the wrong alley and turn back at the next intersection. .

   "But what we old guys can be sure of is that if you believe in the Miteng Company, you will be on a road of no return, and it will be worse than the people in the bone and blood area and the mud pool."

  Elizabeth was silent and at a loss, she just saw the giant water tank on the rooftop...

   "We have already noticed the graffiti you mentioned." Mr. Dero spoke again, his voice still as calm as in his own words.

   "Shengonghui, that is a new secret organization that has appeared in the city for the past two years. We still don't know whether the fire last year was released by Shengonghui. The presence of graffiti on the fire scene does not mean that it is definitely the truth.

   "The fire hit the walled city hard. There have been many fires in the walled city, but it was the first time that it was on that scale.

   "Recently, people are floating in the walled city. You are right. There is a big fabrication looming over the city wall. Those graffiti are always scraped off and there are more and more, and they can't be cleaned, because the graffiti is in people's hearts.

   "That's why we need to hold a festival, only a festival can remove the charm and erase the graffiti on people's hearts.

"Miss Sterling, if you really want to do something for the castle, then help us complete this festival. Because the people from Santo, the people from the Shengong Association, and those secret people we don't know, are sure Don't want us done.

   "Because of this, we kept advancing the festival time to catch them off guard.

   "Now, it's okay to tell you and make it public, it's already a war on the bright side.

"We are ready, and we are also rectifying people. The city has existed for fifty-six years. In which year did the municipality and the bank not want to demolish us? Planting spies, buying insiders, setting fire, forcing demolition, these things are all It's not the first time it happened, I believe this time the Walled City can survive.

   "I've finished speaking, and I have nothing to say, so please do it."

   Mr. Dero said, he moved the mechanical leg and walked towards the back of the hall with several other middle-aged postmen.

   Elizabeth remained silent for a while, staring at the checkered tiles underground, her eyes fixed.

   "Shen Gonghui", for some unknown purpose, is making this big fabrication, wanting to set fire to the city wall, perhaps to promote Santo's repurchase and reconstruction plan.

   And the Walled City Council and the Walled City Gang wanted to fight back with a ritual, crack the fabrication, and reshape people’s hearts.

   This is a war.

   This is the master's guidance, let her investigate the real cause of the fire in the Walled District.

   "Let's go out first." Elizabeth put her thoughts away, walked to the rooftop outside, and looked at the blue sky above.

   It is also this azure blue sky that rainstorms will fall at any time, and the lively crowds on the rooftop will be emptied one by one.

   She walked silently to the giant iron water storage tank in the corner over there. From a distance, you could see that the surface of the water storage tank was mottled with rust, and all kinds of water pipes were densely and twisted and connected to the water pump.

   Mr. Dero is right. She grew up drinking pure water drawn from Lake Eden, how could she really understand this easily.

   She saw that the water tank also seemed to be a playground for children.

   They ran around the tank, playing hide-and-seek between the pipes, and some climbed to the top edge of the tank and looked up at the sky.

  At this time, Elizabeth saw two groups of children arguing again. Several children were posting pictures of the festival to the water tank, but the other children were dissatisfied that they posted too many.

   "Don't cover Sister Chiba's movie poster!" a child protested.

   "What if you cover it, just cover it up, she can't be a city dweller." The child who posted the pictorial scolded her back.

   Elizabeth asked questions on the ground in doubt, these children were not so hostile to her, and they started talking.

  It turned out to be a rumor that the big star Chiba-Gibson was born in the Walled City, at least she was mixed with the blood of the Walled City, either grandmother or grandfather was from the Walled City, and she lived in the Walled City when she was a child.

  Chiba-Gibson? Elizabeth thought, she didn't know each other.

  Miss Chiba seldom attended parties before, she hadn't seen it before, and she hadn't been active at parties for a long time.

   Now, Elizabeth asked the security team she followed to check the information.

   Recently, Miss Chiba was filming "Speed ​​Pursuit 2" in Kabukicho; and because of Santo's mysterious packaging, there are different opinions about Miss Chiba's origin, and many districts claim that she has elements of the district.

   "Hmm." Elizabeth nodded slightly as she listened to this. Are the rumors in the Walled District also the same?

  Just, Santo, big stars, actors, painters, castles, fabrications, magic dramas…

   These words flashed through her mind, and they seemed to be vaguely connected.

   After thinking about it for a while, she assigned tasks to the three members of the investigation team:

   "Daoist Yucheng, you can ask Xiaomei for more information, try to locate all the graffiti in the city wall, enter it into the computer as a data, and then find a way to guard each point.

   "Master Wuzhen, you go to inquire more about the Shengong Association, people will be more willing to talk about these topics with monks.

   "Ayako, go and find out if Chiba-Gibson is from the city, there are rumors about her here."

   The three of them took their orders and walked away.

  Elizabeth stepped aside and looked thoughtfully at the postmen who were running between buildings, the customers bargaining at the stall, and the children laughing and chasing climbing by the water tank...

   People outside say that the city is smoky, it is not a place to live alone, and there is indeed a lot of suffering here.

   But why, what she saw was another sky where people were running.

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