To Four Thousand Years Later

Norbert didn't take the unconscious man away directly. No matter what the actual situation was, he beat up the security guards of other companies in broad daylight, and then robbed a person from their company, knocked him unconscious and broke out through the main entrance.

This sounds pretty wild.

In Norbert's words, it was the script that "sounded like a cowboy". It seems that he will be wanted by the whole city next time. Then launched a road chase with illegal speeding, and successfully escaped after the uninhabited passers-by

"We have to at least save face, or the boss will go crazy when he comes back."

42 After the warning was ineffective, Norbert was subdued by force and addressed to his earnest exhorter.

So they took another approach. Then, he took out a silver metal card with a transparent screen from the inner pocket of his clothes, shook it open, and stuck it in the slot of his prosthetic hand to fix it. With a beep, the screen turned on and a large amount of orange data appeared on the black screen. Forty took a quick glance and found that half of them were written in the Sardinian and Teutonic regions that he knew, while the rest were usually some kind of complex data codes.

Norbert's right hand quickly operated on the screen, and a large number of warnings and prompts were scattered layer by layer. In less than ten seconds, Norbert breathed a sigh of relief.

The "data transmission" page on the screen has been on hold for a long time. And in transmission" his memory has been copied to me... Now this body is useless.

"Would you like to check his memory by the way?" Forty-two tilted his head and asked, "Read it on the way back?" How is that possible.

Norbert couldn't help laughing: "If you directly read his memory with human flesh, then it will be an ambiguity whether it will be me or him standing here.

"As long as it's human, it won't work.

Norbert replied very positively.

There was a little nostalgia in his eyes: "But your question reminds me of me: an old friend."

"Old friend?"

Norbert didn't care, but just hummed softly: "His name was Nagano Tetsuya before, and he was a skilled worker in the black market in Yingzhou Province. He was in charge of adjusting people's memories. The memories that customers want to forget can be wiped clean; And if the guest wants to implant a memory, he can do it too.

"His craftsmanship is good. The memory processed by him, the afterimage" effect is very weak, and it can be digested after a few days of rest. All local organizations in Yingzhou know him... You should still meet him now if you are going to Hokkaido.

"He is most famous for his dirty hands. When he is working, he likes to hide something for himself. In detail, he secretly copies a copy of the technology he finds useful and copies it for himself. Speaking of which, Norbert Te grinned: "But the former Tang people have a good saying, that you will always encounter tigers when you walk on mountain roads." Once or twice is enough, but there was one time when he didn't do his job very cleanly. The memory went to his own head Li Yigui, but almost wiped himself clean."

Speaking of this, Norbert glanced at Forty-two pointedly: "Since then, he has changed his name. His name is Nagano Yukiko.

Is he male or female? "

"That's the problem," Norbert shrugged, "he's a man. But the memory of his last theft originally belonged to a female mercenary. I've heard of that person, nicknamed 'Den Kato,' a A well-known sharpshooter. The most powerful thing is that her eyes are not prosthetic eyes.

"It should be the memory of her learning about firearms, Yong Ye implanted that memory into his memory...

and then? Hearing this, Norbert was also taken aback for a moment: "Then?" Then there is no more. He has stolen so many other people's memories, if you say that the previous memories have no effect on him at all, then I will believe it after all. He is also a black market technician. If he is really capable, why doesn't the federal government recruit him?

"Even registered memory editors can't guarantee that the memories they compile are completely harmless to people. Even if they are to compile, delete, and transform memories for themselves in the best formal dream-making institutes, they must sign a thick and thick contract. Only the province's statement and consent letter will they dare to do anything.

"And these documents will clearly state that memory editing has a risk rate of at least 3%. It may lead to unknowable situations and cannot replace regular psychotherapy." Norbert smiled helplessly: "Even if he It's my old friend...I have to be fair too. His skills are definitely not as good as those of a Registered Memory Editor. Those who dare to come to him are those who are so troubled by past memories that they can't help but can't afford the cost of creating dreams, or they are street gangs or other illegal organizations who ask him to make memory boxes.

"After all, he is afraid to go to psychological treatment, otherwise what would he say when asked? 'Oh, doctor, I accidentally stuffed her into my brain when I stole the memory, please help me get her out. If he dared to say that, basically he would have to go straight to the prison if he got off the bed and refused to surrender, otherwise he would only end up in a death box.

Norbert added: "That's why I said, 'You might have found him if he was still around. But he doesn't get psychotherapy and he just gets sicker and sicker. Even if he's turning into Yukiko ’ After all, Norbert warned again: “I tell you his story, just so that you don’t make the same mistakes as him. I know smart people like you are always proud...but there are always people smarter than you. Don't be arrogant, forty-two.

"Ok, I know.

Forty-two nodded calmly. Originally, he wanted to ask around, whether it was normal for him to be able to directly analyze the memory box—he had already got the answer he wanted.

It seems that there is no ability to compress and save other people's memories. It seems that if you get it, you have to install it directly, and you have to paste it on your existing memory layer instead of saving it as "knowledge". This technology is somewhat backward for him.

And Forty-two finally found himself in this life. Where is the first big improvement that can be brought to this era - on this basis, he also has some interest in the person who stole so many memories and made himself crazy. If there is a chance in the future. You can find that interesting person.

Norbert took forty-two, and walked out calmly at a pace that was almost unrecognizable. No one dared to stop him this time. They just watched Robert from a distance, peacefully as if they were strangers, "Doesn't that person need to silence him?"

It wasn't until they got back into the car that Forty-Two asked, "Don't worry about them calling the police?" They dare not call the police, otherwise they will have to explain why someone illegally entered the other shore at their server node. So why it doesn't count if the dog is dead, what is said is Norbert's sneer: "As for letting him go... how is it possible. I have implanted a neurovirus in him, which is the one developed by the boss. If they try to wake him up, he And if someone dares to physically link with him, that person's brain will also be burned." Although they are just wild dogs, whoever loses their bones will listen to whoever loses their bones. But what we need now is not good karma in the circle, but a warning to them.

"Tell them we're back.

Norbert laughed and stepped on the accelerator. Turned on the hot-blooded car music, and drove while shaking his legs in a dangerous posture, "Let's go back to the company, brother forty-two! Report to the boss and tell him how our brothers beat them up! "