Right on Target

He couldn't make a call, so Xie Zhenshu started at 7-004. However, 7-004 stumbled several times in his hands, deliberately avoiding him, and never appeared again.

It was the end of July in the 14th district, and it was about to end the plot. Xie Zhenshu had no choice but to expand the search area. He wandered around in the weird heavy rain almost all night, looking for the traces of this group of people. However, this group of people seemed to be scared, and there was no news at all.

At the same time, Xie Zhenshu found that the collapse of the 14th district became more and more obvious. Not only did the uncle in the gatehouse turn into a tumbler, but even the flashing lights at night began to fade. On the first day of August, Xie Zhenshu walked out of the house and saw that everything had turned into black and white, and the buildings at the end of the area had collapsed, exposing the intricate rain of data.

He asked the window system: "How is the weather today?"

The window system replied in its usual tone: "Very good, there are no clouds."

Xie Zhenshu was silent for two seconds, decided to skip this topic, and said, "...Has there been any movement on 01AE86 recently?"

The window system replied: "No, the berthing area has not given us any news, which means that he is doing very well."

While talking, the phone rang. The window system said "sorry" and connected the phone. After a while, it said sharply to Xie Zhenshu: "I was wrong! He is not good, my God, he kidnapped Yan Junxun!"

Xie Zhenshu, who had already reached the entrance of the hall, had no choice but to turn around and asked, "When?"

The window system said: "Just now, he brought Yan Junxun into the car and got rid of the supervision of the inspectorate... What does he want to do?"

"He's crazy." Xie Zhenshu picked up the window phone, "Please help me get through to the Inspectorate, I want to talk to them."

This kind of plot is not the first time, 7-001's possessiveness towards Yan Junxun reached its peak early in the death cycle. As it turns out, a reset doesn't erase everything.

The call was connected quickly, and Xie Zhenshu said, "Is it Jiang Lian? I am—"

Jiang Lian is the person in charge of the Inspectorate of the Parking Area. Xie Zhenshu used to contact 7-001 through him. But unexpectedly, the voice on the other end of the phone paused slightly, and then said: "Sorry, Mr. Inspector, I am not Jiang Lian, I am the auxiliary system for this mission, you can call me Jue."

It has a soft voice, like a girl, but its tone is very calm, and then said: "I have read all the information about 01AE86, I would like to entrust you to help us find him, the task reward can be discussed in detail."

Xie Zhenshu said, "Please tell me what happened in detail."

He hates systems, especially from the berths. As the core area of ​​the plot, this system is likely to be the setting used by Artemis to monitor Yan Junxun, but this time the end date is coming, he can't let 7-001 end the plot early, because he has to figure it out first The background of the 7-004 group of people is also very important to 7-001 who lost his memory in the 14th area, so he will selectively exchange some information with Jue.

Jue didn't expect the inspector to be so talkative, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and his attitude became more gentle, saying: "We are dealing with a murder case. Just a week ago, the case was closed, but Mr. Yan received a call inside the bureau..."

Xie Zhenshu said: "Phone?"

Jue said, "That's right, it's a lunatic... No, he should be called a clown, it's a Mr. Clown calling."

Xie Zhenshu said: "What did he say to Yan Junxun?"

Jue paused, as if puzzled, and said, "Weird words, such as 'This is a game', 'I'm here to save you', and 'You **** fake'."

Games, rescues and fakes.

Xie Zhenshu could only understand the first sentence, but he remembered what 7-004 said, "A tyrant can never stop our plan." This group of people failed to get the information on 01AE86 from the prison, so they directly disturbed Yan Junxun by phone.

What is their background?

Jue continued: "That phone call was the beginning. During this week, the clown called Mr. Yan through various means, and he even broke into Mr. Yan's home system. These calls had a bad influence on Mr. Yan. Yesterday, Mr. Yan Mister tried to catch the clown, so he and 01AE86 drove to... Anyway, they didn't come back this morning, and the last message sent by the communicator was a warning letter."

Xie Zhen wrote: "Whose warning letter?"

Jue said: "01AE86."

Xie Zhenshu said: "Show me."

A few minutes later, Jue sent the warning letter. Xie Zhenshu browsed through and found that this letter was not written by 7-001 at all—the tyrant took Yan Junxun away, never asked anyone’s opinion, and would not specifically inform anyone, writing letters is not his job style.

Maybe the letter was forged by the Joker, maybe...

Damn.

Xie Zhenshu's eyes dimmed, and he had to admit one thing in these few seconds, that is, the clown had an impact on the plot, he even made the plot deviate from the original rhythm, and headed towards another storm.

The officer said, "Did your surveillance see anything?"

Jue said: "There is nothing, but we have a great hacker! He should be able to find clues."

The officer said: "Yes, you should call him this time, but now the time is right, I can do it for you."

He moved the phone away, picked up another one, and dialed Su Heting directly. The phone went through, but no one answered.

Jue muttered softly: "He may not have woken up yet, he always plays games all night..."

I know.

Xie Zhenshu called again, three seconds later, the phone—

"hello."

The busy signal interrupted the call, and the clown knocked on the glass door of the lobby and poked his head in. He took off his top hat, and called seriously, "Is Mr. Inspector there?"

Xie Zhenshu suddenly clenched the receiver and turned around.

The time on the watch has not reached zero, but the sky outside the hall is already dark, and the rain does not know when it will start. In black and white, the clown looks like a funny paint pot. When he saw the letter of thanks, he showed an exaggerated expression and shouted: "You are here, I am looking for you! Mr. Inspector, Mr. Monitor, what are you doing? Ah...you are calling 7-006. "

The hall began to deform, except for Xie Zhenshu, everyone was stretched. They hung their necks and dragged their heads to the ground. But everyone is still working, as if they are unaware of the transformation. The glass wall gradually rises and pulls out a semicircle, covering everyone in it.

The clown opened the door and walked in. He knocked the mud on his shoes, still holding the briefcase from that night, and said, "Didn't you get through? That's right, it's not that easy."

Jue's phone was also disconnected, Xie Zhenshu said: "You disturbed the plot."

The clown snickered and said, "Yeah, yeah! I disrupted the plot, but it's thanks to you. You made me think of how to participate in the plot. It's so convenient to make a phone call."

Xie Zhenshu said: "You told Yan Jun to find the truth by phone, do you want him to die?"

The clown was baffled, he laughed out loud, and his behavior was very unhuman. He stomped his feet with laughter, and the makeup on his face became even more blurred, and said: "This is too horrible to say, I didn't kill people, I was just a part of the plan. I said it earlier, this place is under our control." .Look, this place has faded, without Artemis, District 14 can’t last a few cycles! You think I’m a bad person, but I’m wronged, I’m actually a good person, a good person who doesn’t ask for anything in return.”

He pushed the corner of his mouth, trying to make his smile brighter, and his voice became more and more crazy.

"You're looking for 7-006, aren't you? Don't quibble, I know it! Tsk tsk tsk, a man from the southern line came here just to find a stinky cat. I'm so touched, my tears will flow out Yes. You should thank me, sir, for you. Have you ever wondered what would happen to 7-006 if Area 14 completely collapsed? Oops, oops! He's going to be fucked!"

Xie Zhenshu said, "It's a lie."

The clown tilted his head and knocked his head, pretending to be cute: "People forget, human beings love to talk hard. I guess the tyrant never told you that the time when the hunting ends is the death time of 7-006——Yan Junxun and 7 -006 can only live once."

The rain slapped the glass frantically, and blackness flooded the prison. Xie Zhenshu's heart was beating fast, he was holding the receiver, as if he was holding the line connecting himself and Su Heting.

The clown said: "Do you believe everything the tyrant says? You are so innocent. So what did I say? I am a good man, and I came to save District 14. Sir, as long as we kill Yan Junxun, we will be the ones from him." Take the chip out of your head, give it to the great Apollo, and 7-006 won't die.

"

He approached Xie Zhenshu, took out a small glass bottle from his briefcase, and held the bottle high in front of Xie Zhenshu. Inside the bottle lay a small black cat, curled up in a sound sleep, with its tail resting on its body.

The clown said very seductively: "This is a small gift for you. You can use it as a display of 7-006's life. Look, he is immersed in a dream, and he has no idea about the cruelty of this game." No idea...we should save him and get him out of here safely."

Xie Zhenshu's side face was almost immersed in the darkness. He looked at the bottle, as if he was a **** bewitched by a demon, revealing his depraved intentions.

The clown gently placed the bottle on the table, and the black cat inside the bottle was still sleeping with its belly turned upside down. The clown couldn't help lowering his voice: "There is no end to the connection of consciousness. Artemis doesn't respect anyone. It deletes his memory at will and locks him in a box. Do you know? Maybe he is alive because he is waiting You. Now that you have come and we have met, you need not make a deal with the tyrant."

There was a vicious gleam in his eyes, excited for tonight's performance, and when he talked about it, he couldn't help but stop and praise his own desire.

The clown said: "All this is easy to solve. You go back to reality, find the tyrant, kill him, and we will have no trouble."

He looked at Xie Zhenshu expectantly, Xie Zhenshu took the bottle and said, "Thank you."

The clown didn't understand him, and said, "What? Oh, no thanks, it's just a little present."

Xie Zhenshu's eyes were stern, and he said in a low voice: "To kill the tyrant, I have to go offline, but it seems unnecessary to kill you. I'm sorry, thank you again for the gift."

Boom!

He attacked the clown with the receiver, knocking the clown over on the table.

The table was deformed and overturned, the clown fell to the ground, and the briefcase fell out. He pushed back the hair covering his eyes, became angry with embarrassment, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Liar! I knew that human beings are cunning liars! You can never find that stinky cat, **** it, you can never find him!"

There was a "squeak" sound in the hall, and the space shrank rapidly, as if it had been crushed. The surrounding staff were stretched longer and longer, they collapsed on the ground, and gradually split apart amidst screams, and finally, a fresh nocturnal wanderer squeezed its head out of the skin.

"Go back..." Its lips moved, and a vague voice came from the abdomen, "Go home..."

The torrential rain was pouring, and the hall was completely plunged into darkness. Half of Guangtong District collapsed silently, and those black and white buildings disappeared silently, turning into dust-like data, floating in the night.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Xie Zhenshu walked out of the prison and found a telephone booth on the street of the collapsed world. He picked up the receiver and dialed it. This time it was answered quickly.

Su Heting said, "Hello?"

Xie Zhenshu said: "It's me."

Everything in front of him turned black and white, including himself, only the blood was still red. Red dripped down his jawline and onto the phone.

Su Heting said: "Come to chat with me again?"

The officer replied: "Yes."

Su Heting joked, "Do I need to introduce myself tonight?"

Xie Zhenshu saw his blurred figure through the glass. The red was almost soaking through his shirt, blood dripped everywhere, he wiped it lightly, but unfortunately the rubbed area was still red.

He said, "Yes."

Su Heting introduced himself again, during this process, Xie Zhenshu remained very quiet. He waited for Su Heting to finish, and said, "You forgot to mention your age."

It seems to prove something, and it seems to answer something.

The officer said: "I know, Su Heting is 22 years old this year."