Night Hacker Chapter 89: The hunter and the dog
In this heart network space, a small illusion grid dome is built on the matrix circuit board, and there is a thick data ice wall around the illusion, and Carl Wilson's personality Rubik's Cube is trapped in the illusion in.
Suddenly, above the grid dome, four cyber cowboys with smiley masks appeared, all riding bosozoku motorcycles.
On one of the motorcycles, there are also orange cats, Shiba Inu and macaques wearing sunglasses.
Hiding behind those smiling masks were Lindsay, Vivienne, Shukichi Sakai, and Tower Builder Khufu Drew.
"I got it, Director Wilson, the half can of Blue Bird beer you have left is mine."
Shuji Sakai cheered and said, "You are worth it too, living a life of sweet pets in the illusion, the pinnacle of life."
"Lindsay, so the dog is not you." Vivian looked at Lindsay with interest.
She is a mind control flow operator. That day at the Five Hundred Flea Bar, she had a conversation with Carl Wilson who was looking for someone to inquire about clues, and quietly planted voodoo on him.
Although she is a second-level programmer, she is a six-speed gear, not as good as Lindsay, and higher than the five-speed Huoji and Hufu Drew.
No matter where the six-speed gear is placed, on the street or in a chaebol, they are all highly talented and can grow into a legend. If she were to go to a place like Gaisborn's Heartnet Operations Department, she would be much more important than Wilson.
But the New World Bank not only destroyed the Bone and Blood District, but also destroyed Voodoo City a few years earlier, because of the prophecy of the era change.
Bank believes that he is in charge of the current seventh era, while the prophesied leader of the eighth era is voodoo, or voodoo ruins.
Vivienne is the remnant of Voodoo, usually in the big house area, the territory of the Voodoo Gang, and has always been at odds with the bank.
And Lindsay, the overdriver, is her manipulator.
From beginning to end, all of this is his arrangement.
"I haven't finished telling the story last time. The hunter caught the dog, and then used this dog to lure the fox behind him."
As early as that night, Lindsay scooped up some broken and chaotic personality data of Gaisborn personnel before jumping away and going offline.
Those data can only provide extremely simple information, like a blurred picture, an incomplete sentence, or an emotion.
From the chaos, Lindsay saw "Director Wilson" Carl Wilson and a rich girl named Miss Sophia, and the reason for the whole thing was obvious.
He is very clear about how the New World Bank works and the logic of the chaebols like Gaisborn.
After Santo beat Yakuza, he said it was "a misunderstanding", but Gasboin still insisted on getting the brain slave of Kitano Kazuya. Is it special? No.
This is Miss Sophia's personal insistence, and she is not convinced.
"That's still a little fox, at most a second-programmer, and arrogant, impulsive, and stupid. He thinks that he has a superior background and will win everything for granted. This little fox has not been a blood-eater for more than a year."
Lindsay said with a smile, "It may never be more than a year, the season of fox hunting is here."
"Interesting." Vivian said in an intimate tone, "Lindsay, you can always come up with new tricks for me, and that's what I like about you."
"Hey, are you playing too much?" Hufudru asked in surprise.
Khufudru is a short and strong man who gave himself a nondescript ancient Egyptian name. He usually hangs out on the streets of the Pharaoh Quarter, which is the largest gathering place for tower builders and morticians in the city.
He, Lindsay and Sakai Shukichi are old friends for many years. They asked him to come over to help catch a bank dog, and he came.
But now that they heard that a blood eater was going to be captured, even though Hufudru had already been used to making trouble with them, he was still taken aback.
Only members of the core families of various consortiums are blood eaters, and every blood eater is not an ordinary bank dog.
"The little fox is also a fox." Hufudrew felt outrageous when he thought about it, "We can't get close to the fox even if we capture the director. Karl Wilson can't go back to Gaisborn, otherwise he will be seen easily There are clues.
"That is to say, during our manipulation, he can no longer meet the fox."
Broilers are different from normal people, and brain slaves are also different from normal people.
The broiler is not so obvious, and it doesn't consume its brain power. Except for the occasional trance, there is no problem with normal life.
However, for those senior and senior security personnel, especially certain types of extraordinary people such as exorcists and doctors, it is easy to detect the difference, and the difference is the difference.
"Hufu, are you afraid now?" Sakai Shuji laughed loudly, "Then you can buy my sweet pet article and read it later, you are suitable to live in that kind of world." The middle finger, Shuji returned the metal **** of his right hand.
"Khufu is right, so we can only use the phone to lure the fox." Lindsay said.
"What should we do if we draw them out?" Hufudru still couldn't figure out the plan of the crazy game, "Which blood eater doesn't follow a large group of people for a long time? Going to the toilet is like having a party.
"Where is the Rubik's Cube of the fox's personality, we can't find it even if we open Wilson's head, you know that. Foxes won't come into the psychic network yet. If you want to hunt foxes, you have to do it in the real world. A large team Gasboyne dog! Once there is a fight, there will be a steady stream of reinforcements.
"Also, time, Vivian, how many days can you manipulate this Wilson?"
"A completely intrusive voodoo." Vivienne replied, "About a week or so. The further you go, the weaker the effect."
With the progress of this fantasy script, the voodoo mixed in the script because of Lindsay's J-level program "All staff started filming" will quietly invade the depths of Carl Wilson's personality cube, like a Trojan horse virus .
Through the back door of the psychic network, she can continuously implant information into the broiler, creating the illusion of control.
As a result, Wilson got some fictitious information and made decisions that he thought he made, naturally.
Then use his words to influence the blood-eaters behind and complete the indirect manipulation.
"Hufu, if you can figure it out, then you are Lindsay." Vivienne said, with a curvaceous figure riding a motorcycle, "Then you are the one who hugged me to sleep tonight. "
"Hey!" Hufudru yelled, "You want to **** me off, right? The collapse of the ice wall will be good for you."
At this time, Lindsay smiled and said while stroking the fat upper back of the orange cat in the car:
"An angry fox is worse than a dog, because she has neither the fox's cunning nor the dog's sense of danger.
"Everyone, what's the funniest thing? Even if this fox is missing or dead, Gasboyne won't do anything to her~IndoMTL.com~Because the bank dog thinks that a failed low Authority blood eaters are not worthy of consuming the company's interests."
"You're talking about a city-wide search, but why don't we expose it?" Hufudru still didn't understand.
The corners of Lindsay's smiling face mask raised even higher, "Don't you guys know that there will be a big festival in the Walled City in a few days?
"The Walled City District is the best place for a person or a group of people to disappear without a trace. This fox, I am determined."
……
In the 28th minute of entering the mind network, Carl Wilson completed his work and went offline smoothly.
The sound of the night rain outside came to the ears again, and all the sensory information was restored.
Wilson took off his heart-net connection helmet and felt dizzy for a moment. He looked at the God of War guy in the **** box next to him, reached for the can of Blue Bird beer on the workbench, and took the rest of the beer in one go. Finished half a can.
"So I hid in the Walled City area." Wilson muttered to himself, "It's a good place to hide."
Holding an empty beer can, he walked to the window of the living room, looking at the yellow and green night rain scene outside, suddenly lost in thought.
The compact high-rise buildings are hazy in the rain, and the densely packed and orderly array of light spots is like a personality Rubik's cube in the mind network. Everyone is trapped in a small room.
But this is Jianggu District, and every small house like that is the result of ten, twenty, thirty, or even a lifetime of hard work by office workers with legitimate jobs and employees of various companies.
It is a little bit of happiness they can enjoy to see this gloomy night rain floating all over the sky.
This is not the case in the Walled City District. It is an overcrowded giant three-dimensional maze. It is difficult for sunlight to reach the ground, and neither is the rain.