Spy Family

The ship port hall was crowded with people, looking either serious or panicked. Families stood together and rarely talked to outsiders.

According to the memory in the game, Lu Linbei walked all the way to the depths of the port. The number of passengers did not decrease, but the number of staff did not increase. Everyone was exhausted. Because of the lack of robots, their workload increased significantly.

According to the drill in the game, the ultimate goal of the player's attack is several spaceships, but in reality, Zhao Didian was imprisoned in a storage cabin, and Lu Linbei decided to take the latter path.

At the last checkpoint, Lu Linbei was stopped. The area ahead belonged to an area that a very small number of "senior inspectors" could not enter, not even the chief inspector. The president's authorization had also expired. The guards would only let him go if he came in person.

"This is the new rule," the guard said, being polite to the "senior inspector."

"Is the door to the passage closed?"

The guard turned his head and glanced, "Yes."

"I mean it can't be opened from the outside?"

The guard smiled and said: "If it can't be opened, won't the passage become ineffective? Don't worry, the five of us are guarding here, no one can get through, and there are robots... Oh, the robot is not here, it doesn't matter, we will definitely be able to hold it. Besides, , no one will forcefully break in, there is a small spaceship at the end, and without the permission of the port authority, the ship cannot move at all, which is a dead end."

"Where is the Port Authority?"

The guard pointed the direction, waited for the "senior inspector" to go away, and smiled at his companions: "There are always people who like to meddle in other people's business, and they seem to know more than anyone else."

The Port Authority is located in a corner of the ship port. Passengers are not allowed to enter, and the "senior inspector" is only allowed to do so reluctantly. His identity will be checked several times at each checkpoint.

The director is not here, but he still stands guard at the door of the president's house together with the heads of various departments. This is a standard process of admonition. It takes at least one to three days before the president can announce his comeback with satisfaction.

A deputy director received the guests. He knew that Lu Linbei was a distinguished guest of the president, so he was very polite, but he could not make any decision.

"The storage cabin is 100% safe. The previous small loopholes have been solved and no one will enter casually. It seems that there is no need to seal the passage. The ship port is very safe. Occasionally, people sneak in, but no one has ever broken in. It is troublesome to seal the passage. I don't have this authority. This requires the director's permission. I can ask, but...the network has been down for a while and I can't make calls. I have to send someone over, which is more troublesome..."

Lu Linbei couldn't resist the deputy director's irrelevant nagging and was sent out.

The operation of the Longitude and Latitude is highly dependent on automated procedures and rarely requires human beings to make decisions. Over time, the staff have long lost their ability to judge.

From the president to an ordinary guard, this is the case.

However, after the seventh network system was launched, the degree of automation dropped significantly, and there were very few robots still holding on to their posts. Today's ship ports rely half on procedures and half on habits. They can barely maintain normalcy, but they cannot withstand it. Observe carefully.

Lu Linbei discovered at least ten loopholes along the way. He did not need to be a "senior inspector" to sneak into the Port Authority Building, and even directly reach the last checkpoint of the storage cabin passage.

It would be best if no one caused trouble, he thought. Li Tingguan and Bao Haisheng were temporarily trapped in the control center and should be unable to incite real players.

Perhaps this was really a coincidence. Lu Linbei returned to the door of the ship port hall and looked at the group of demonstrators.

The two sides were still in a stalemate, and the number of pickets was still the same. The leader obviously did not ask for support, but just forced the crowd to retreat a little further to make more space for the passing passengers.

Lu Linbei returned to the lobby. After observing for a while, he discovered something wrong: most of the passengers were traveling as a family, or at least as a couple, but there was a small group of people who were not very old, either traveling alone or in groups of two or three. , although they also carry luggage, they don’t always pay attention to departure information like ordinary passengers. Instead, they wander around casually or stay still in a certain place without any apparent urgency.

Lu Linbei was also alone, without even a piece of luggage.

He observed for a while, then took the initiative to walk towards a lone passenger, got closer and whispered: "It's so annoying, when do we have to wait?"

The passenger was a young man in his twenties, who was leaning against a pillar in a daze, with a small, deflated suitcase at his feet. He was stunned when he heard this, and replied smoothly: "Yeah, I never saw the signal. ."

"I've been here for an hour, how long have you been here?"

The young man was obviously not professional enough, and he believed the other party's identity in just a few words, "It's been longer than you, almost two hours, and there are others who have been longer, they arrived three or four hours ago."

"I saw the message in the mailbox of "Mother Star Territory", what about you?" Lu Linbei made a casual guess.

"It's all the same. The network is interrupted and we can't contact each other. Only "Home Star Territory" can still run, and it can't connect to aliens, and can't team fight. You can only check the territory status and do some basic operations. You can also check your mailbox. ?Awesome, I saw the message on the bulletin board."

"Did I say mailbox? It was a slip of the tongue. I often confuse mailboxes with bulletin boards."

"It's a common thing." The young man held out his hand without any suspicion, "My name is... I almost forgot, we don't allow each other to reveal our names."

"As long as I can get back into the game, I can accept too many restrictions." Lu Linbei was still guessing, but he believed that his guess would be accurate this time.

"Yes, yes, I can't stand the outside world. The noise, the smell, the weak body... it's really a torture. In the game, I have reached the level of a medium-sized spaceship. How about you?"

"Industrial robots, trying out small spaceships."

Facing players whose progress is not as good as his own, the young man behaves more affectionately, "Small spaceships are actually very easy to control, but medium-sized ones are a hurdle. The subsystems have increased dozens of times at once. I have only just been able to control them, and I haven't mastered many functions yet." There’s still time to try.”

"not enough time."

"It's the fault of those two elves. If they had taken over the control center earlier, we wouldn't have been kicked out of the game. But now, we are forced to leave, but they stayed inside."

"I hate them too. I hope the leader this time can be more reliable."

"It should be no problem. They are stormtroopers. They are progressing faster than others. They also have the secret entrance. This time they went straight to the control center to seize the important ground first." The young man lowered his voice, "No matter what others think, I will Once you go in, you don’t plan to come out again.”

Lu Linbei nodded with a smile and looked around, "It seems there aren't enough players here."

"It's not necessary. Only players like us who are passionate about the game and willing to give up their bodies are eligible to participate in the action." The young man lowered his voice again, "Those players who are not determined enough will leak the secrets. We won't, we will. We are new humans, humans in the future. Games are our home, programs are our brains, and machines are our bodies. Each new human is equivalent to thousands of old humans. After giving up our bodies, we don’t need to breathe. No need for gravity, no need for sleep, being able to directly navigate the space, what a great scene that is!”

After giving up the body, there will no longer even be the feeling of "greatness". Lu Linbei did not point this out, but said: "That's really good."

"Yes, those two elves are quite capable, and what they said won my heart."

The two chatted, and the young man was particularly happy to meet like-minded players. He kept mentioning things in the game. Lu Linbei didn't have much experience. He relied half on guessing and half on memories, and there were surprisingly few flaws.

"The lobby in reality doesn't seem to be exactly the same as in the game." Lu Linbei led the conversation.

"It should be the same. Maybe it's because there are so many people. I'm not used to it. We are all robots in the game. When we meet these humans, hey, it's not enough fun." The young man looked disdainful, as if he was forced to land on earth. angel.

"Which way are we going to go later? I'm a little confused."

"Don't worry about it. Once the signal is sent, we can just follow everyone. Why didn't you bring anything with you?"

Lu Linbei didn't know what the "thing" was and said vaguely: "Put it in the storage box. I don't want others to see it."

"It's just a microcomputer, what are you afraid of? Everyone has one."

"Maybe it's because I'm a little nervous and I always feel like everyone is staring at me."

"Ha, don't be nervous, the stormtroopers will protect us."

"I doubt they can protect themselves."

The young man's eyes widened, as if he was the one who was insulted, "Why not? Although everyone has been kicked out of the game, did you hear that anyone was arrested? It is because of the protection of the stormtroopers that the higher-ups dare not control it too strictly. , look at the demonstrations outside, do the pickets dare to take action?"

Lu Linbei understood that the so-called "stormtroopers" must come from the upper levels. In all likelihood, like Ma Xianyou, they were the children of important figures in the Jingwei.

"They rely on their parents, not themselves."

After he was right, the young man smiled and said: "Who can we rely on? Wait a little while, and our backers will be the control center and millions of robots, playing the most realistic game. Look at these poor humans, We still don’t know the fate we are about to face.”

Lu Linbei couldn't help but asked: "What about your family?"

The young man's face darkened, "My reward for them is not to take action myself. They are old humans, decadent humans. If they give up on me, I will give up on them."

"Games are our home."

"Yes." The young man smiled again.

Lu Linbei originally thought that most players would be interstellar orphans, but now he understands that anyone can be attracted to the game and become addicted to it and cannot extricate themselves.

"I'm going to get the microcomputer back. Goodbye." Lu Linbei said.

"See you later, see you in the robot." The young man smiled brightly. No one could tell that he had a fanatical heart and was passionate about killing humans.

Lu Linbei walked quickly to the Port Authority, with a trace of doubt in his heart: The president's son Ma Changyang was obviously also a member of the stormtroopers. Why did he ask himself to enter the control center tomorrow instead of participating in the operation to seize the port today?

Not long after walking out, a man's voice that was obviously not a robot sounded in the hall.

"All new human warriors, assemble! Get ready to go home!"