Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 887: Bird cage
"How is it possible...how did you jump in?" A lot of slight noise is hidden in the panic noise. If there is no interlocking judgment for voiceprint filtering, it is impossible to distinguish it by ears alone. My actions in this base are being played back and forth on the projection screen. A large amount of analytical data is presented along with the progress of the image. They have been monitoring me for a long time, and they are simultaneously evaluating my combat effectiveness. I am not surprised at all. . The "phenomenon" of the shadow jump is very obvious. There are many preconditions that restrict the activation of the ability. Anyone who can think and observe meticulously can figure it out with their brains. I think these people were surprised by my entry, precisely because they have roughly understood the "mystery" of shadow jumping, which has a spatial nature.
In the eyes of these civilian workers, I am afraid that I am like a great white shark cruising for food. Once I fall into the water, it is difficult to say that I will not be killed. I fully understand that they can evaluate some of my psychological characteristics, behavior patterns, ability levels and emergency response measures based on the analysis of my previous actions, and their observation behaviors must also be part of the experiment-I also think, My appearance is a bit strange, and when I first awoke, I was in a huge laboratory, and myself, or something before I took shape in this normal world, was their important research object.
My previous smooth progress in this base cannot be said to be completely free from the deliberate self-discipline of these internal personnel. They want to observe me and try to obtain valuable information. This kind of thinking mode is too normal and taken for granted.
Judging from the content on the projection screen, they have even done a loss assessment and various possibility reports. There is a clear upper limit of risk. I think what really surprised them was not my combat power as a third-level magicweave messenger, nor my high-efficiency superpower, but just that I could enter this place.
No matter how threatening the creature you have to face, as long as you don’t come into contact with it. Will not produce too serious losses. They parsed the mystery that I possessed and made specific arrangements for it. In this room, I can't see any doors, and the observation of chain determination also shows that at least within a range of fifty meters, this is a completely sealed cage. Only the sensory information left behind by the conscious walker made me realize that the most conspicuous center high platform base was condensed with a white beam of light. It is probably the only non-physical entrance and exit—a space conversion device set up by using temporary data to hedge the nature of space.
This very conspicuous beam of light fills the room with a gentle light without any blind spots, and there is no shadow at all. I think it should have no shadows. The staff hidden behind the scenes, After analyzing the shadow jump, I will definitely take precautions-however, I don't know what went wrong. A faint shadow appeared on the ceiling, which looked like the only flaw on the white jade. And this shadow is so light. The forming time is bound to be so short that people here did not notice it in time.
Now, they noticed, and their eyes stayed there for a while, the next. It's back to me. The noise gradually subsided, and they looked very nervous, but they did not dare to attack first. The armed guards in this room are far fewer and more cautious than the rooms I've been to before. What I have seen. They all seem to be telling me that this is one of the core parts of this cyberball base, which is responsible for the "brain" or "part of the brain".
Many people move their bodies slowly, trying to hide their shadows behind others, and some bravely stand up and stand in the front—among them, there are armed guards and some seemingly hands. Mr. Wen is weak without the power to bind a chicken. The chain determination allowed me to lock in this group of people, standing neither forward nor backward, apart from a uniform, the obscure fat man-his size, temperament and movements are not at all outstanding or distinctive. The place, however, his dress has characteristics that other people do not possess, a kind of high-ranking characteristic.
Even if he is not the boss, he is an important person in this room who can decide certain goals.
The requirements of cyberball for internal staff and field staff are different. As an officer, you must look like an officer and must carry the risks that an officer must face. Therefore, unless it is a very special situation, there will be no high-ranking person who will dress up like a lower-level person in order to avoid certain targeted situations.
Someone may try to downplay their position, but it is difficult to take off with this outfit alone.
The fat man was taking out his phone with a trembling expression, and from time to time he secretly cast his eyes, as if to confirm whether I was staring at him.
"Please stay calm and open the exit of this temporary data hedging space." When I spoke to him, he almost jumped up. I don't see whether he is disguised or really so timid and fragile. There are not many other people here like him. If you really have no courage, but you can still climb to the top of the leader, then there must be some other unique abilities and personal connections.
"Okay, okay. I, I need to make a phone call to control the teleporter here." The fat man's facial features were distorted, his face was clearly crying, but he insisted on making a flattering smile. His eyes didn't dare to look at me, and he kept hiding around. His attitude is perfect, and I cannot deduce his true situation through this initial impression.
I did not refuse his request. Of course, he may be lying to me, but what does it mean? The person he calls must be his boss. If the department he is in is really one of the core departments, then the boss who answers the call may be the core high-level personnel of the Internet ball, and his status is by no means ordinary high. Staff are comparable. I am also interested in knowing whether this possible core high-level person will be my acquaintance.
The atmosphere in the entire room, along with the fat man's movements, gradually solidified. The bitterness on the fat man’s face grew stronger and stronger, I think, this was because the surroundings were so quiet that he could almost hear the heartbeat, if he wanted to say something. It is impossible to speak in such an environment. Suddenly, someone hiding in the crowd, dressed up as a civilian, kept pointing his gun at me, and pulled the trigger in his hand.
In the chain judgment, the behavior of everyone here cannot be concealed from my perception.
Swipe to expand. The invisible highway penetrated into the crowd, and I jumped out. In the slow world, the bullet that came out of the chamber suddenly disintegrated and turned into three smaller projectiles, with blue light beams connecting each other, forming a giant net as the projectiles spread out. The speed of these projectiles is much slower than that of normal bullets, but the trajectory of the projectile actively bypasses all the human bodies that are blocked in a straight line, and lasses towards me along a smart trajectory. The blue light net penetrates the human body. But in my observations, there are no signs of damaging the human body, and this does not mean that these optical nets are just virtual tables. The function of the s mechanism lies in its ability to stimulate an instantaneous and tiny temporary data hedge space, which has a certain effect on the "mystery"-theoretically, as long as the nature of this temporary data hedge space is "strictly set" in advance, then It is possible to avoid harm to normal people. And only for the mysterious impact-I have never encountered such a strictly set s-organ weapon in the past, but. Judging from the current situation, it is unavoidable that this is the possibility.
The "net" formed by the blue light beams is opening. It is relatively correct to rely on the expansion of the attack range to counter high-speed fighters. It is just that this "net" is expanding at a speed. Still can't match my quick sweep. The high-speed passage quickly deformed, rubbing the edge of this "net" straight to the civilian's side. While everyone's eyes were still looking ahead, I had already invaded them, and as soon as I left the quick sweep state, I had already dropped the mace. Grabbing the man's neck, he untied the weird gun in his hand.
The other people finally reacted, and chaos inevitably occurred. The people close at hand squeezed out, while the guards tried to separate the crowd and surrounded me. Before they encircled, I had smashed the civilian in my hand towards them, and there was a burst of people over there. These guards were not as heavily armed as I encountered in the laboratory before, just wearing security uniforms and carrying them. The body armor is lightly loaded, and this state is also the reason why I feel strange. The situation in the experimental weapon area is good, and the situation here is good. There are too many flaws and omissions. Although they are all inconspicuous and look like accidental work mistakes, there should not be so many accidents in this place. .
The feeling of calling is growing from the bottom of my heart.
I think I have a pair of eyes, looking at me from a bird's-eye view. And the end of these monitoring data transmissions is definitely not this room. Although this room is being arranged, no, perhaps in terms of function, it is also a core of the base, but above this level, there is a higher level, a higher-end mysterious monitoring method. In contrast, this room seems to have also been arranged as a tempting trap. I am not sure whether the staff here knows about it, but the transmission device here is no longer as safe as originally thought. If there is really a higher level organization operating this temporary data hedge space with higher authority, then it is easy to change the transfer coordinates.
In this room, most of the staff's expressions and gestures are not half-fake, but it is this kind of truth that makes people easy to be taken lightly.
Who is watching the situation here? The other party has already anticipated the situation here, and made arrangements calmly, or is it just having a superb on-the-spot response, and making a plan alone? In any case, such a person is at least the highest-level supervisor of this base.
My left eye is getting restless again. I ignore the hesitant guards. When I think of the monitor hidden behind the scenes, I can’t help but think of a woman who is very similar to "Jiang". Look like. If it were her, the current situation would be taken for granted. In this world, there is absolutely no accident involving "Jiang".
If the situation permits, of course I want to find out. Subconscious impulses drive me in this way, but after thinking about it rationally, I feel that I must avoid meeting at this time. There is absolutely no good match between people and things involving "Jiang". This is a talk of experience. From the time I observed the woman, what happened so far has revealed a bit of weirdness.
I am 80% confident that this is a trap. Moreover, it is likely to be a trap against "Jiang". I don't know who planned this trap. It is also unclear whether the other party knows what kind of monster he wants to design. However, from the perspective of reason and experience alone, once the other person’s thoughts are met, it may induce a certain situation in "Jiang"-I don't think this situation will be "death." However, the ensuing chain reaction is likely to cause the whole situation to slide into an extremely serious abyss.
Even the slightest situation-"Jiang" is therefore temporarily out of my observation-it is likely to induce a "virus", thereby dragging the world into complete chaos and collapse. Although, I don't think this world can last for long, and the coming of the end is almost inevitable, but there is a lack of "Jiang" words. My plan cannot be executed. I am also not sure how long I can resist once the "final weapon" appears. My state at this time continues the state before my last death. Since, that time, weapons can kill me in the end, then. It must be possible this time.
If I was killed this time, would there be a second chance to resurrect? Will it wake up in "reality" again? None of this is certain. I am not afraid of death itself. But, as before, I don’t intend to just die so meaninglessly until I finish my responsibilities.
Since the fate of the doomsday illusion is the inevitable doomsday, in this world, the fate of this world cannot be changed. Then, I must return to the "reality" and search for the "truth" that may exist. I still remember everything I did in the "reality" and the feeling of death, that is one kind. The whole body is about to burn, and the blood is boiling hot. However, this scorching heat is definitely not just a physiological abnormality. Gao Chuan's will is like steel burned in a furnace.
I will go back! must!
I will definitely face all the traps, but that is not now.
I heard a panting and panic voice, and whispered and nervously reported: "There is a problem with p999."
It's the fat officer. The line of sight could not find his position at this time, but the chain decision had always locked him. At this time, he was hiding under an instrument, taking advantage of the crowd's obscuration and the blind spot of his vision. Just as my eyes turned away, he was hurriedly reporting to the answerer on the phone: "Yes, that is, the green gums that were just delivered recently..."
Judging from the listener’s voice, it should be a female.
Not someone I know.
At the same time, the faces of the guards who had been showing hesitation suddenly changed. The moment they pulled the trigger, I lifted ky1999, and the outer shell of the huge suitcase was like a solid shield, with dense gunfire hitting it, making sounds and impacts more intense than firecrackers. I simply put the weird gun in my pocket into my pocket, lifted the mace, and slammed it on the ground. The whole ground was shaking like a raised carpet, people screamed, and skewed bullets hit the surrounding instruments like headless flies. Above, countless fires splashed in an instant, accompanied by the bang of the display screen, and the images projected in the air disappeared like lights out.
Although it is very troublesome to be restrained, the power of ky1999 is enough to turn this room into a dead place in a few breaths, but I still don't want to kill in this cyber ball base. The impact of the mace caused the metal ground to sag and bend, and the people hit by the shock seemed to have softened their bones and couldn't get up for a moment.
The fat officer was almost suppressed by the collapsed instrument. He finally climbed out of the gap with the tilted instrument. He was the first to regain his mobility after experiencing the shock.
I walked between the swaying crowds, and the whole room suddenly became silent. Even without using the chain judgment, I could clearly feel the gaze on me from all directions. However, no one spoke, and the atmosphere here seemed to be waiting for the final verdict. My active convergence seems to have been confirmed by them, judging from their silence, there should be no more serious things.
I like this kind of change. People who take the initiative to step back will never push themselves into a blind spot. It would be great if the people of the Doomsday Truth Sect were also so sensible, but unfortunately, they are the type that never takes a step back and tries to push themselves and the whole world into a dead end.
I picked up the phone from the obsessed expression of the fat officer. To be honest, his current expression really looks like a high-level official of the cyberball administration department.
"No matter who you are, you don't need to blame these people. They react quickly, but my actions are faster than their reactions." I took my gaze away from the fat officer~IndoMTL.com~ on the phone. Speaking of it. People over there have been waiting for a reply from here.
"No matter who I am?" The female voice over there repeated, and then asked: "Who do you think we are? Who are you?"
"I think, you are cyberballs, right? Old friends." I easily greeted an old friend who had reunited after a long time, "However, from another perspective, we are also talking to each other for the first time, then— —The first time I met, please give me some advice. I’m Gao Chuan. You can start a little bit slower, because the time for your rearrangement is enough for me to leave here."
"Are you Gao Chuan?" The voice on the phone quickly changed to a familiar male voice. His tone was very excited, and he said, "It's just a resurrected ghost. You are stuck in Mr. Gao Chuan's mind. Too long, have you got Alzheimer’s? Don’t even know who you are?"
However, according to what I learned about this man in the last doomsday fantasy, this kind of excitement is definitely a disguise. The senior combat commander of the cyberball "fires"-a code name that is really nostalgic.
"Fire escape?" I said.
"Yes, I am a firefighter, who are you?" (to be continued...)