Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 828: Mr. S

The three whisperers decided to move separately, looking for the insider of the ****. Although from the perspective of the fire escape and the flickering of the words of the wheelchair person, the relevant information of the ** must have been blocked to a certain extent, and this also proves from the side that the story of the year triggered by the ** will inevitably leave a deep impression on the seniors in Europe and the United States. The impression that gathered in this bazaar is not only the new mysterious organization, but also the old mysterious organization that the Internet ball has formed an alliance in the early days. Although the mysterious world is very cruel, after so many years have passed, understand the story of the year. How many people are left is still unknown, but some of them must survive in the old mysterious organization, and some of them must exist in this mansion.

How many people are there? Three? Five? Gao Chuan estimated that there should be no more than ten people, including those who escaped the fire. Otherwise, no matter how secretive the intelligence is, it would not be possible to block them so tightly. Yitai Gaochuan walked among the stalls. Some of the people here dressed in the same style. At first glance, it was clear that they were members of the same mysterious organization, but more could not be identified, the visitors of those mysterious organizations. The people staying in this bazaar should have already accounted for most of the mysterious people stationed in the mansion. Counting the part that is still not here, the probability of finding relevant information in this bazaar is about 60%.

The retinal screen of the prosthetic Gao Chuan marked every person who appeared in the field of vision, and carried out preliminary screening with detailed data. Along the way, the stalls that I saw displayed some strange-looking and mysterious-looking items, but naturally there are not too many real strange objects, and more are a variety of military materials with some mysterious effects. , And all kinds of special products in weird shapes. These special products come from unique regions and from the interior of various mysterious organizations. There are even some clear or vague ruling bureau style items, but they are basically placed due to various factors and cannot be used by themselves and their partners in the organization. it's here. Try to exchange something that you can use.

Most transactions are exchanged for goods, because the value of "mystery" is immeasurable, and currency circulating in normal society has no general equivalent meaning for transactions involving "mystery". Although some people have thought that by agreeing on new equivalents as a convenient medium for transactions, there are not many "mysteries" that can really be returned to mysterious organizations. Moreover, although mysterious organizations also cooperate, more often they have a certain degree of xenophobia, which makes it difficult for things like equivalents to promote transactions and exchanges to exert their maximum effect. It feels a bit tasteless.

The coin itself has no value and needs credit as a support. And the credit of a mysterious organization is not universal, even if the credit of the Internet ball is recognized as one of the best in the mysterious world. But definitely not everyone believes in them, and even the credit released by them is meaningless to these mysterious organizations.

Gold has a high value for normal society, but it is only a yellow metal in the mysterious world, and it is naturally impossible to serve as a carrier for hierarchical objects.

The credit system is restricted. For the mysterious world, there is only "mystery", but "mystery" itself. How to act as the equivalent of "mystery"? Therefore, after so many years, the trading of mysterious items in the mysterious organization is still in a "primitive" appearance.

In this temporary market, a small number of people yelled for their merchandise, while most of them were either silent or indifferent. Everyone knows that there are not too many transactions that can be made, and a part of it is the level of souvenirs purchased by tourists. The actual transaction value is not great. Setting up a stall here is just being idle, waiting for a kind of elusive luck-maybe at some point, you will find something interesting.

Yi Ti Gao Chuan bought a fox mask from a booth. This mask is not mysterious. It is just a handmade wooden product. The producer is the stall owner. It looks like an Indian, with good craftsmanship, but works. The style is biased towards the oriental phantom style of the Japanese special zone. The fox mask outlines some mysterious textures in red, the length only reaches the tip of the nose, revealing the lower half of the face. Gao Chuan throws some gadgets casually, and the other party does not bargain, so he continues his manual work in silence. .

The prostitution Gao Chuan put on a fox mask. On the retinal screen, he looked at his three-dimensional projection, and he couldn't help but think of himself in the realm line, in the form of a boy Gao Chuan, wearing that harlequin mask. Maybe he bought this fox mask because he was touched by the scene at the time. He felt that his sensibility prompted him to wear this fox mask to distinguish him from the boy Gao Chuan who wore the clown mask. He sometimes feels that he seems to be imitating the young Gao Chuan. When he became the young Gao Chuan in his consciousness, what he conveyed is affecting himself. Maybe in the past, such thoughts would make him feel grudge, but at this moment, he is no longer obsessed with these things, wearing a fox mask.

He knows who he is, and he also understands that he will never become who again, because he is about to die. The feeling in the dark, the phantom sound like nothing, reminds him that he What kind of destiny needs to be carried. In the past, some unwillingness, no, should not be said to be unwilling, unwillingness is sensibility, it is emotion, and when the brain hardware plays the main role, these negative feelings and emotions are suppressed, so he wants to try not to end Perhaps the idea of ​​becoming the ultimate Gao Chuan by himself came from this kind of repression-after all, he was not a cold, emotional machine from the beginning.

Now I have regained my sensibility, and my thoughts at the time have more or less changed.

The prosthetic body Gao Chuan no longer resists his own death, the true, no matter rational or emotional, can already accept such a result. However, if possible, he has to choose the way of his own death and determine the consequences of his own death.

He walked in the makeshift market, passing by the crowds. At first, he didn't deliberately think about the clues about where to start, until he put on the fox mask. The mask covered his face, and even his eyes seemed to be peeping through the gap, which immediately made him feel a sense of separation, but. This feeling of separating himself from the crowd, on the contrary, made him feel a kind of oily relief.

So, Yiti Gaochuan thought that it was time to do business. As soon as this idea is born, the next idea has been decided.

He held a pedestrian passing by, who was very sensitive. The instinct was about to fight back, but the huge power and faster speed of the prosthetic body interrupted all the counterattacks. The prosthetic body Gao Chuan stepped on his foot and twisted his arm, but on the surface, it looked like they had accidentally bumped into each other, supporting each other. The selected object is not entirely random, in the retina screen. His assessment information was labeled as "alone".

The prosthetic body Gao Chuan does not intend to use violence. Just like the opponent's instinctive counterattack, his further actions after pulling the opponent are just countermeasures reserved by the brain and hardware, just like the instinct of the prosthetic body.

"I'm not malicious, I just want to ask something." Yi Ti Gao Chuan said.

The man glared at him angrily and suspiciously, struggling to earn his body, knowing that he could not get rid of the restraint of the prosthetic body. I had to slow down and say: "This is not the attitude of conversation."

"I'm sorry." Gao Chuan let go of his body, and the opponent immediately raised his fist. At this moment, everyone around started paying attention. This middle-aged male is tall and strong, just like those burly and sturdy iron-blooded guys in the movie. Perhaps, compared to most people, he is indeed. However, in front of the prosthetic body, his fist was not powerful at all.

In the retinal screen of the prosthetic Gaochuan, this fist is as slow as a turtle crawling. According to the data, it is believed that it only possesses the power of **, not the power of mystery. Although the man is annoyed, he obviously restrains himself very much, which just proves that he is a good conversation partner.

Yi Gao Chuan raised his palm, and the man's fist came up with a "pop", then it was like mud falling into the sea. The person's expression flashed a few times quickly, and he drew his fist back. Gao Chuan did not stop him, and the other party had no intention to fight anymore. The tension subsided, making the people around him roar, but the eyes of the onlookers dispersed immediately. They are all sensible people, and they can see at a glance what the situation is now, and this fight cannot be fought.

"The body is very good, you can't tell from the outside." The man said indifferently, "What do you want me to do?"

"Do you know which mysterious organization the deceased was from this morning? Where can I find them?" Yiti Gaochuan asked straightforwardly.

The man glanced at him suspiciously again, and the emotional thing was written on his face without concealment. He is a little puzzled, why this question is asking him, it’s not a secret, just ask one--

"Am I the one who finds it casually?" The man said to himself, but Gao Chuan nodded unceremoniously. He understood what this man meant. The answer to this question is really not a secret, he really asked a passerby to ask.

"Shit guy!" The man's expression was not very good-looking, but the verbal violence did not turn into action violence. He took a few deep breaths, and said to the immortal Gao Chuan: "Come here."

Following the man, Gao Chuan asked, "Where are you going, too?"

"Although you are impolite, you are still a bit lucky." The man's expression has calmed down, "It's not that easy to talk to someone else."

"Thank you." Yiti Gaochuan said: "My name is Gaochuan, from the Whisperer."

The man glanced at him, nodded, and said, "I know you, otherwise the fists won’t be so soft. Is Gao Chuan his real name? I’m not interested in saying my real name. There are many code names. You can call me s Sir, a lone traveler."

"s? Superman? Or a mysterious man?" Gao Chuan casually teased.

"It's s, it doesn't have that unnecessary vulgar meaning." Mr. S gave him a slightly unpleasant look.

"Did Mr. S form an alliance with the internet ball in his own name?" Yiti Gaochuan asked.

"No, there are also some lone travelers like us who have come together temporarily." Mr. S said lightly: "Father Xi Sen is the middleman."

Gao Chuan's eyes shrank under the mask of the fox. There are multiple lone travelers, and the middleman is Father Xi Sen. Such clues are enough to make him think of a more meaningful organization name——

"Black Nest?" Gao Chuan said in a low voice, as if talking to himself, but Mr. S could hear him completely. He stopped abruptly and tilted his head to stare at this fox mask. young people. He wanted to see something in the other person's expression. However, the fox mask blocked his observation, and the deep gaze hidden in the fox's eyes made the appearance of the fox's head look strange and awe-inspiring. The pattern full of oriental mystery seemed to be alive at this moment.

Mr. S felt cold for no reason. It's like ordinary people feel the atmosphere that seems to be full of hints in horror movies. This like alive fox mask makes him almost think that the guy standing next to him with the mask is not a human being, but a concealment of reality. Something of identity.

Yes, "something".

He didn't understand how Yi Ti Gao Chuan knew the name "Black Nest". This organization does already exist, and its internal structure is not much different from what Yiti Gaochuan understands. It's just that the scale is smaller, and for most members, the rules are looser, but this does not mean that the name of the organization will be spread out at will. They gathered to deal with possible threats in the future, not to show off their existence. Compared to the cyberball, this organization called the "Black Nest". Closer to the purely mysterious organization in theory.

"You know?" Mr. S's voice was slightly cold.

"I know." Yiti Gaochuan said.

"What do you want to do? Who told you?" Mr. S's tone was somewhat questioning.

"I don't plan to do anything, I just heard this name by chance." Yitai Gaochuan smelled the sense of rejection emanating from Mr. S, and went on to say: "We are not enemies, and there is no hostility. Necessary. We only do our own things, don't we?"

Mr.s hesitated for a few seconds. He doesn't look like a person who is good at hiding his emotions, although he has good control over his emotions.

"What do you want to know from that organization? The investigation of the deceased was handed over to the cyberball by default. Since they do not announce the results, it must be hidden." Mr. S turned back to the topic. Keep moving forward.

"**." Yiti Gaochuan replied concisely.

This answer caused Mr. S to pause again, but he did not stop after all. He held his emotions and said, "You scared me. **—— Did you know it from the fire escape? Is it the result of the investigation about the deceased?"

"You also said that the net ball does not announce the results, it is necessary to hide it." Gao Chuan did not answer directly, but such an answer was enough to convince Mr. S of his judgment.

"Is that guy back again? I knew it." Mr. S was only a little surprised, but his face was very serious. "In that organization, the person who knew this information was dead. He died last night. That, is the last person who knows... So that's it, is it to say hello to old friends in the past?" However, the actual situation is more complicated than Mr. S’s self-talk. This man doesn’t know, he left on the scene. On the paper that means **, the name "Gaochuan" is written. If you say hello, it's really hard to judge who the specific target person is.

"It seems that I have good luck." Yiti Gaochuan said, "Then, Mr. S, what can you tell me?"

"I really want to say, I have nothing to tell you." He said unceremoniously, Mr. S's voice paused, and he continued: "However, it seems that you are here prepared. "So, in his vision, two people came upstream, and after a while they stood in front of him, and together with the prosthetic body Gao Chuan, surrounded him in a triangle in the center.

"Sakuya and Gregya of the Whisperer." Mr. S's eyes swept across the faces of the two young women, and finally landed on Gregya's black ring: "Near death experience? I didn't expect it. The rumors are true, the Netball actually gave it out as a gift."

The siege of the three people did not attract the attention of other people around, because although they appeared in a coercive position, they did not show a ready-to-go momentum in their personal actions. Just like strange tourists, the three whisperers only have a tacit understanding in their positions, and the eyes that touch each other only flash by. Sakuya seemed to be part of the flow of people. Gregya's movements were still a bit blunt, but if you didn't pay attention to observation, it would be easy to ignore this kind of wrong feeling~ Mr. IndoMTL.com~, we are indeed prepared. . "Said Gao Chuan.

"How did you notify them?" Mr. S asked: "I observed that they were not nearby at first."

"Secret." Yiti Gaochuan said: "The secret contact method. Every organization has its own method, isn't it?"

"Even so, their movements are really fast." Mr. S's mouth curled up with a smile, as if taunting, "However, our movements are not slow. I'm sorry, Mr. Gao Chuan, I don't eat soft or not. The hard kind of people."

"Your actions? Are you referring to this?" Gao Chuan stretched out his hand and pulled out a human figure from the side. Before that, there was no such person in the space. Someone else just left there before. past. The human figure that was pulled out seemed to be lurking in the air. Even if this human figure was torn out of thin air, the people around seemed to be completely unaware of this abnormality. The pedestrian who should have ran into this human figure bypassed that position as if unconsciously.

ps: The role of Mr. S, a good book friend, is somewhat different from Mr. S's own vision, but at least it is not a passerby.