Psychics don't die from gunfire

This is the most common low-rent housing in Shenmoss District. It is assembled with a polyethylene plastic board. Song Shi lives on the third floor.

Passing through a narrow and winding alley, Song Shi hurried upstairs. The turbid and sultry air waves hit him in the face. There are people huddled in the corridors of each floor. The dim light shines through the misty smoke, reflecting indifferent faces.

The temperature adaptability of low-rent housing is not strong, but it is much warmer than the outdoors. Every night, these people will come out and spend the night in the corridor.

Hearing the movement, some people raised their heads slightly and glanced at the young man who was walking through the corridor, but most people just buried their heads in the quilt wrapped around them and were indifferent to everything.

These people are very disciplined.

Although there will be more scattered needles, cigarette butts, and various suspicious stains in the corridor every morning, they will not harass the residents here, but just quietly do their own things and stay for one night-unruly guys will be thrown out collectively by other people who spend the night.

Song Shi walked through the crowded corridor and stopped in front of a door.

When the fifth fingerprint was tried, this old-fashioned smart door, which had been through who knows how many owners, finally creaked and slowly opened.

But it was immediately stuck at one-third of the sliding track.

Song Shi's expression did not change, but he was a little speechless.

He forced it open, squeezed in, and then "clicked" the door hard.

"Hu——"

After stepping in, Song Shi exhaled a foul breath.

The space of this low-rent apartment is quite small, about eight or nine square meters. The moment you enter, the cramped space squeezes towards you, bringing an indescribable feeling of suffocation.

".Hmm."

Although he had relevant memories, when Song Shi stepped into the room and looked around the surrounding layout with his own eyes, he really felt a subtle sense of reality.

The metal shutters with obvious traces of acid rain corrosion were closed, and there was a wooden desk next to the window.

This desk is a rare good thing. The previous owner spent 150 credit points to pick it up at a garbage disposal site. It is made of real wood, with a black walnut content of up to 13%. The first-hand price is at least 600 to 700 credit points.

Probably because the two corners of the desk were knocked and the desktop was seriously discolored, the original owner didn't want it, so Song Shi picked it up.

This wooden table was cut into two with a cutter. Song Shi kept half for himself and the other half was in the opposite room.

The resident opposite was a company employee who had just graduated and was still in the probation period. He had too many tasks to complete every day, so when he saw Song Shi picking up the wooden table, he bought half for 100 yuan and used it for voluntary work at home every night.

There were some sundries on the table, a few magnetic cards, chewing gum, lighters, etc. Song Shi skipped them, quickly washed them in the bathroom, changed into clean clothes, and found a box under the bed. He took out the things in it and put them on the table.

This is a device that looks like head-mounted glasses, full of technological texture, some kind of high-precision crystal grinding lens, and multiple contacts for neural connection.

When Song Shi became an adult, everyone in the Luomond Welfare Home pooled money to give him this birthday gift.

"Jack's Seed" portable network deep diving device.

The previous generation product from the giant company [Zero Degree Network] focuses on the low-end civilian market.

For people who do not have implanted prostheses such as network deep diving, only through this external expansion device can they go deeper into the network.

For example, one of the most common uses of "network deep diving equipment" is virtual reality services.

Through the touch terminals connected to the neural circuit, simulation servos, cognitive simulation and other technologies, the five senses are simulated, making people feel immersed in the scene, and it is difficult to distinguish between reality and the Internet. This is "virtual reality".

[Brain in a Tank] is even the pinnacle of "virtual reality" technology.

One of the most popular live broadcast platforms [Valhalla] currently provides a high-end service "Heroic Spirit Tribute". When the user's live broadcast room consumption reaches a certain amount, the anchor can be invited to enter an online private room - both parties generate "stand-in dolls" through the uploaded data, and do some gala gala modo modo things.

The things that can be done in the virtual world are much more varied than the real world.

Including but not limited to adjusting personal sensitivity multiples, scene replacement, and various special props.

This is why Song Shi wants to come back.

Of course.

It is definitely not for the purpose of rewarding in the live broadcast room or playing any virtual games. He wants to use the other main function of the network deep diving device, "deep diving", to dive into the lower network outside the [network firewall] and go to a place.

The original Song Shi was just an orphan from an orphanage. He had no access to many things and almost no connections.

At present, only that place can be used for emergency.

-Replace equipment, purchase intelligence, and find out the situation of Palose.

Even if he has the memory of the next twenty years and knows some major events in the future, the most important thing at present is to restore his strength as soon as possible and deal with the "Third Institute of Palose Mental Psychology" that will never give up.

As for what will happen next.

Last time, he stopped at the fourth ring of psychic energy · [Sublimation].

And this time, the scenery of the fifth ring of psychic energy · [True Spirit], he must see it with his own eyes!

Song Shi packed up his equipment, looked around again, thought about it, and decided not to take anything else.

There will always be a day to come back.

Not in secret like now, but in an open and aboveboard way.

"Hello, the destination has been reached. This service costs 450 credit points. It does not support installment payment. Please complete the payment within five minutes, otherwise I will..."

The calm and gentle voice of the in-vehicle intelligence suddenly changed, and said happily:

"Confirm that the payment is successful! Thank you for your patronage! This service is provided by "Convens Travel"! Welcome to visit next time!"

The intelligent control and vehicle technology of the giant company [Time Sequence Pass] are well-known in the world. "Convens Travel" is a subsidiary brand of the former, focusing on the low-end unmanned vehicle travel service market.

In addition to its own travel services, "Convens Travel" also provides value-added services · anonymous travel, including but not limited to clearing travel records and concealing user information-at least the Municipal Security Bureau is not qualified to ask the former for relevant data.

This is also the reason why Song Shi's fare this time is as high as 450 credit points.

Song Shi gathered his coat and walked into a hotel.

Crooked faded signs, dim flickering lights, irritating turbid air, lingering smell of inferior alcohol, suspicious syringes and nicotine atomizer filters hidden in dark corners.

This is the most common hotel in the Deep Moss District, cheap, old, and full of corruption.

But in the Deep Moss District, where cameras are damaged in large numbers, personnel flow is dense, and there are all kinds of people, this kind of place also means relative safety.

"Book a room for the night."

No response.

A middle-aged man was lying on the chair behind the counter. The helmet he was wearing was obviously also a network deep diving device. He was probably watching some exciting program. The man's breathing was becoming faster and faster at a visible speed.

When he was about to reach the top, a huge voice suddenly sounded, forcibly interrupting the man - his helmet was not a high-end product, the immersion was not high, and the ability to resist environmental interference was very weak. It was very easy to be interrupted by external forces, resulting in exiting virtual reality.

"Fuck!"

The man wailed, pulled off the helmet, and found someone standing in front of the counter.

"Boss, book a room for the night."

Song Shi slowly retracted his hand that was knocking on the counter and said with a smile.

"Can't you wait a little longer?"

The man sighed weakly, got up reluctantly, and fiddled with the tablet in front of him:

"There are still empty rooms. By the way, do you need to call someone? Do you want to eat candy?"

"No, I don't eat candy."

"Then B302, 45 credit points a night, scan the QR code on the wall yourself."

The other party rummaged in the drawer for a while and threw a magnetic card over: "Check out before nine o'clock tomorrow morning, remember to come and return the room card."

"No problem."

Avoiding the exposed wires that fell from the gap in the ceiling, Song Shi went up to the third floor, swiped the magnetic card, and entered room B302.

Song Shi sat on the bed, took out his glasses and put them on.

Portable network deep diving equipment, "Jack's Seed".

[Neural circuits are being connected.]

[Brain-computer interface is starting to connect.]

[Information processing integration]

[Personality cognition is rising.]

[Virtual reality is being generated.]

[Current progress: 100%]

[——Welcome to use the "Jack Seed" network deep diving equipment]

The equipment is ready.

When Song Shi opened his eyes again, the base scene composed of three-dimensional grids disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a bizarre network world.

Next, it is to find the entrance address.

Go there.

The lower domain, a free and anonymous trading community.

——[Thousand Star City].