The Collection of The End

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"Hello, Mr. Anderson."

"……who are you?"

"You seem to have made a mistake, Mr. Anderson. You have no right to ask questions here. Or do you want us to call you 'Neo'?"

"Who is Neo?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid, Mr. Anderson. We know your identity, address, place of work, relationships, and loans that need to be repaid, as well as all the illegal activities done by the pseudonym 'Neo' through the 'Matrix'."

"That's not—"

"Isn't it an act that is expressly prohibited by law? Think about it, Mr. Anderson, your presence here proves that the problems between us cannot be solved by a host wearing a wig and a hammer and a group of viewers. "

"So, I can't call the lawyer either, right?"

"If you insist on fighting, Mr. Anderson, that lawyer friend who always solves your little troubles, will refuse to provide services to you."

"……what do you want to do?"

"It seems that you are a smart man, Mr. Anderson. What we need you to do is very simple. Help us capture 'Morpheus'."

"Although I have heard of this famous hacker, I have never had any contact with him."

"This is not a problem you have to worry about, Mr. Anderson. He will take the initiative to find you."

"Oh, then I'm really flattered...so what? How can I cooperate?"

"No, Mr. Anderson, it's not us you have to cooperate with, but Morpheus."

"Then what's the point of bringing me here? Aren't you worried that I'll tell anyone?"

"First question, we need to rule out the possibility of you choosing the blue pill. Second question, of course you are not afraid. Come on, Mr. Anderson, smile."

"Click."

【——AD.1999.5.8——】

"Hoo!"

boom!

“…damn it.

"Anderson, who was wearing vertical striped pajamas, was lying on the floor, complaining while holding his head where he hit a dull pain.

Just now, I seemed to have had a nightmare. I had a fierce argument with the department manager over overtime issues, and then they started fighting. The battle was evenly matched. In the end, both of them crashed through the glass of the building and fell straight down. When they woke up, they had already fallen out of bed.

This is completely impossible. With the size of a department manager, he can lift himself up with one hand, swing it into a hammer and throw it. How can it be evenly matched?

Phew——buzz——

Anderson planned to lie on the floor for a while, but found that the computer screen above his head lit up by itself, casting a strange phantom in the dark room.

"Did I forget to turn off the phone?" Anderson stood up and turned to look at the screen, where a row of green subtitles were flashing.

[Neo, wake up. 】

"I'm awake." Anderson patted the keyboard, but there was no response.

[TheGrox is looking for you. 】The green subtitles are refreshed.

"Is that thing alive?" Anderson tried to turn off the phone but failed.

[Follow the rabbit. 】The subtitles are refreshed again.

"I haven't messed with any hackers recently, have I?" Anderson tugged on the power cord of the host, hesitating.

[There's a knock on the door, Neo. 】

Boom, boom, boom!

Green subtitles and knocking on the door appeared at the same time, and Anderson unplugged the power cord out of nervousness.

"Oh, okay, if it doesn't disappear, I might have to study theology." Anderson looked at the dark computer screen and shrugged to himself.

After hurriedly changing into his coat, he walked to the door and looked out through the peephole.

Outside the door were two men and two women with strange hairstyles and weird makeup. The clothes they wore had many holes and iron rings, which made people worry about whether they would hang up somewhere and then make a "tsk" sound...

Anderson shook his head and threw away his imagination and opened the door: "Chol, you were two hours late and I fell asleep."

"Hey, you went to bed too early. Young people's night has just begun now!" Chu whistled and took out a small stack of bills from his pocket: "Here you are, as promised, two thousand."

"Wait a minute." Anderson clicked the money and put them away, then returned to the house and took out two CDs and handed them to Cui: "Same as before."

"Oh, [Linear Algebra], [Analytical Geometry]," Cui looked at the names on the CD: "I don't think anyone would be interested in this kind of content, Professor Neo."

"Although I have said it many times, I still have to repeat it. Don't be too arrogant. It doesn't matter if you take advantage of the situation to get some soup. But if you piss off those 'bookmakers', it won't just be the bankers who will come after you." Anderson pointed. Those two discs.

That was what I found in the matrix, information about the future rise and fall of the stock market. Those financial giants competing with each other would not care if little mice picked up the rice grains that slipped through their fingers to eat, but if they were stupid enough to get into the rice vat directly, That being crushed to death was something you asked for.

"Okay professor, got it professor."

Judging from Chu Man's nonchalant attitude, he didn't understand at all, but it had nothing to do with him.

"Okay, you guys have your nightlife, I-"

Anderson was about to close the door to see off the guests, but he caught a glimpse of the tattoo on the arm of the female companion Chu had brought.

That's Bugs Bunny eating a carrot.

"——Can I follow you to see the world?" He said this out of nowhere.

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"Hell, I must have broken my head before." Anderson sat in a corner of the disco, holding his forehead in pain.

Noisy voices, confusing lights, heavy metal music that almost bursts the eardrums, and men and women in strange costumes dancing crazily on the dance floor. These things are very difficult for a programmer who needs strict logic, clear thinking, and quick reactions. Totally deadly poison.

Anderson decided to wait another half an hour. If the master who hacked into his computer and left messages didn't show up yet, he would go back directly.

"Hello, Neo."

A soft female voice sounded out that was incompatible with the noisy environment - it was not drowned out by the surrounding noise.

Anderson looked up and saw that the speaker was a dark-haired woman wearing a heavy and complicated black evening gown and wide sunglasses on her face.

Her outfit, which was out of place for a disco, didn't attract anyone else's attention at all. In other words, everyone in the disco turned a blind eye to her.

"Did you hack my computer?" Anderson asked directly.

"Your phone and social media are all under surveillance. We can only contact you this way. If we meet in a place like this, 'they' won't be able to track you." The woman in the black dress raised her hand and took off her sunglasses, revealing dark eyes that matched her hair color. He opened his eyes and began to look Anderson up and down: "Trinity, I think you should know me."

"Uh, of course." Anderson was not particularly excited when he suddenly saw the legendary master in the matrix. Perhaps it was because the image of the other person was too different from what he expected, or maybe he had actually seen her somewhere: "You By 'they' you mean...the FBI? I haven't done anything to that level yet, have I?"

"You are more important than you think," Trinity smiled slightly and put on her sunglasses again: "It seems that you are not being followed, which is good."

Were you scanned just now? Anderson looked confused.

"Morpheus wants to see you, don't be late for work tomorrow." Trinity nodded at him, turned and left the disco. Similarly, no one noticed her along the way, but they unconsciously got out of her way.

The loud heavy metal and DJ's roar sounded again.

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