Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

A face quietly emerged in the darkness and poked its head in from the store door. Sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and a nose like a hanging gallbladder - this is the facial version that has recently become popular in the streets of Malaysia. It is the favorite of male illegal immigrants from Eastern Europe. They use this kind of plastic surgery to cover up their original ethnic characteristics.

“Oh, hello, hello.” The voice was soft but full of energy, and the Mandarin pronunciation was extremely correct and standard, without the Malaysian problem of rising endings in Chinese.

But his mouth didn't move, as if he was performing ventriloquism. A smile appeared on his heroic face, but his eyes moved rapidly from side to side.

"Excuse me, excuse me. Have you seen this person before?" The face opened its mouth, and a holographic image "spitted out" from the mouth, forming a human figure: black Taoist robe, towering bun, and a mirror mask covering the entire face - it was the outer Taoist priest.

The person outside the door is a ghost, or rather, a ghost.

Chapter 3: Night of Despair (Part )

In the darkness, there was only a face floating and swaying, like a poster for a horror movie. The upper part of the face abruptly ended at the hairline, and there was nothing under the jawbone. The skin on the handsome face was white and delicate, without a single pore - synthetic skin had no hair follicles or sebaceous glands, and did not need to secrete secretions or sweat.

The straight bridge of the nose and the wide and full forehead take into account both numerology and aesthetics. This face shape is also a highly praised plastic surgery work in Singapore and Malaysia. When its rapidly shaking eyeballs stop, the black pupils occupy most of the eyeballs, leaving only a trace of white in the corners of the eyes.

These were a pair of ghostly eyes - abnormalities in the nervous system and acquired cornea enlargement made the eyes almost completely black, like a ghost.

Fang Bailu jumped up from the rocking chair, and the chair made a few protesting sounds as if it was falling apart.

He placed the hexadecahedron on the counter and placed his hands on either side of it to show that he meant no harm:

"Is the guest here to pick up something?"

Fang Bailu has heard a lot of rumors about ghosts:

After the prosthetic body was possessed by the evil spirit, it wandered around until its brain dried up and died due to lack of nutrient solution.

A family logged into a dilapidated memorial box to mourn the mind copy of the deceased, but their consciousness was shattered and turned into ghosts.

The evil monks purchase a large number of human bodies from human farms to use as carriers for the evil spirits to descend.

There are many more examples. However, there is one common rule for all carrier-based Yin spirits:

Ghosts are neither humans nor AI, so try not to use rationality to guess their actions.

The halogen lamp on the ceiling of the shop swayed and rattled, and the dim yellow light shone on the ghost's face, like a scene from an old film.

"Ah! The thing is here! Sorry to trouble you." The ghost let out a short laugh, but his thin lips did not move at all.

A red light shot out from each of its eyes, sweeping silently up and down across the surface of the hexahedron.

Fang Bailu clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms, leaving several dents. He felt a slight chill and stickiness on his back, and cold sweat broke out on his back again.

The mechanical smile suddenly faded from that face, and the eyeballs trembled even faster, as if there was a motor installed behind the eye cavity.

"That's not it."

The ghost's lips suddenly twisted, his two rows of bright white teeth clenched, and his rapidly trembling eyeballs stopped:

“This is not immortal bone.”

Immortal bone? What? Fang Bailu was stunned.

A few sparkling flashes lit up from the darkness beside the ghost, like long-extinct fireflies.

A breeze swept by, bringing with it a subtle disturbance in the air.

The hair on Fang Bailu's forehead was blown up, and something invisible swept across the counter in front of him -

"Swish--" a slight sound came from Fang Bailu's cochlea, which was directly connected to the parabolic pickup in Fang's hardware store.

Buzz—I saw the counter split along the center line and then fell to the sides, like a slice of cake. The table legs rubbed against the ground, making a vibrating buzzing sound.

Bang! The counter, split in half, smashed onto the cement floor that Fang Bailu had hastily laid, stirring up dust all over the room. For a moment, dust was floating everywhere in Fang's Hardware Store.

The remains of the counter lay diagonally on the ground, and the broken sections were gleaming with a glimmer, as if they had just been electroplated with a layer of chrome.

The waving frequency that is inaudible to human ears, the strange appearance of the separation point...

"Single-molecule silk thread?" Cold sweat slid down Fang Bailu's forehead.

"Where is the immortal bone?"

The ghost's voice became increasingly soft and flattering, like a nursery teacher doing prenatal education for wealthy people in an oil tower.

His face was doubly hideous, even compared to the horse thieves in the wilderness who drank industrial alcohol diluted with water.

Two more fluorescent spots lit up next to it - the shelves were scattered like untied building blocks, and all kinds of waste and junk on them were scattered all over the floor.

Fang Bailu carefully and slowly raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead and the back of his neck.

"It was so fast that the defense system didn't have time to open."

"I don't know—"

The fluorescent light flickered around the evil spirit, reminding Fang Bailu of the starry sky he could see in his "previous life".

Fang Bailu's eyes twitched, his tongue twisted, and he blurted out:

"I, I know how to find the immortal bones!"

"It was the outer sect Taoist priest - the man in your hologram - who asked you to meet here, right?" Fang Bailu put his hands on his head to make a Taoist bun; "The immortal bone must still be in his hands!"

The ghost's face tilted slightly, as if it was thinking with its head tilted. This somewhat humanistic movement combined with the stiff and frozen face almost triggered the uncanny valley effect, making Fang Bailu even more horrified.

It suddenly smiled, and words came from the darkness:

"You are right, you are right! I will go to him."

The light around the ghost re-lit up, shining brightly:

"Then you are of no use, any more—"

Fang Bailu suddenly raised his palm and shouted righteously:

"Wait! Find a Qigong practitioner among the 3.5 million people in Kuala Lumpur. 3.5 million people! The skills of a Qigong practitioner! Can you find one by yourself?"

The starlight around Yin Ling dimmed, as if it was shocked by Fang Bailu's aura, or as if it was thinking about what Fang Bailu said.

Fang Bailu was powerful and righteous, and his legs were trembling.

He pointed at the ghost with one hand and at himself with the other: "Let's look for it together! Many hands make light work!"

Its eyelids fluttered up and down like a butterfly flapping its wings. "What is firewood? What is firewood? Flame...? Flamethrower?"

Although the dead-like face was still frozen in a strange smile, the sense of doubt had already penetrated the synthetic skin.

"guest!"

Fang Bailu slapped the counter hard but hit nothing, so he slapped his left and right palms together in frustration:

"We at Fang's Hardware Store have taken on this missing person search mission. Don't worry, we will accomplish our mission."

As he spoke, saliva spurted out of Fang Bailu's mouth, and he was obviously extremely angry:

"Zi Shi! I'll find that hybrid raised in earthworm juice for you before Zi Shi. And guess what?"

"Only 1000, no, 500 Gilints! I'll find him for you even if he runs to the moon!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and all kinds of obscene words came out of his mouth.

Fang Bailu widened his eyes, almost spitting fire, and stared fiercely at the evil spirit.

The ghost had opened his mouth wide at some point and was standing in mid-air.

"Go outside and scan the code to pay." Fang Bailu pointed in the direction of the gate.

The lifeless face shook rapidly a few times, as if nodding.

Then he retreated silently into the darkness outside Fang's Hardware Store, as if he had never appeared.

"Ding! Payment received, 500 Jilin special."

Hearing the synthesized sound coming from the speaker, Fang Bailu exhaled a breath of foul air. He held his still trembling thigh and used his other hand to support his forehead:

"I almost worked for nothing again... It's not easy to do business in the real economy these days."

Chapter 4: Searching for a Person at Night (Part )

The neon light from outside the window shone through, giving the shelves a purple-red hue.

The sounds of hawking, horns, and announcements mixed with the sound of rain filtered into the hardware store. As the night deepened, Alor Street became more lively.

The evil spirit left as quietly as it had come.

Fang Bailu leaned over and kicked the wreckage of the counter hard. The wreckage didn't move at all, but he staggered due to the recoil.

He looked at the counter board that had fallen to the ground and sighed: the counter board made of tungsten carbide alloy was just "cut in half" like that.

It was originally connected to a defense device, usually used as an emergency shelter in the event of a gunfight in the store. Ordinary gunpowder weapons would only make a sound when hitting it, similar to tickling.

Robbing Fang's Hardware Store with simple gunpowder weapons is the last mistake many petty thieves make in their lives.

The "swish" sound of the single-molecule silk thread waving again and again echoed quietly in Fang Bailu's mind, making him shudder all over.

Finding people and things is an important part of Fang’s Hardware Store’s business, so Fang Bailu naturally has no shortage of ways to find people.

A lost piece of code, an escaped AI, a roving horse thief... There are many people who come to Fang's Hardware Store to ask for something. He will issue a bounty to the swordsmen, or entrust it to various professionals according to the different requests.

But in this situation, Fang Bailu had to use special means. It was not difficult to find a Qigong practitioner, but few people dared to go against them. Even the desperate criminals in the underground world of A Luo Street were the same.

He opened the toolbox he had taken out of the white coffin earlier and took out the hand-assembled communicator.

Fang Bailu didn't have a "spiritual orifice" implanted, so he couldn't use the implant to learn miscellaneous knowledge. So his manual skills were really not worth mentioning.

The so-called communicator was nothing more than a microprocessor, a nine-grid numeric keyboard, and an uplink antenna welded together. It was crude and simple.

There are no display and receiving components, so it can only send some simple information, usually used to send some passwords or binary codes.

Although this structure is backward, it can avoid most of the monitoring equipment circulating on the market.

He opened the paper notebook in the tool box, compared the 49-digit password on it, and typed it into the communicator one by one. Because there was no display screen, he accidentally entered the wrong password several times.

The red light on the microprocessor flashed silently - the transmission was completed.

Fang Bailu knew that an encrypted message was currently passing through the sky curtain of Kuala Lumpur and reaching the low-Earth orbit. It was then encrypted twice by the satellite of the Induction Society and sent to an encrypted database in Northern Ireland. Then -

"Ding--"

A sound like knocking a bowl rang out in Fang Bailu's inner cochlea: it was the ringtone of the implanted phone.

A hoarse and mechanical female voice sounded: "Avenue Fifty?"

"Tian Yan 49." Fang Bailu pressed his vocal cords with his fingers and answered with a gentle vibration. This is the login verification.

"Login successful, matchmaker at your service." The dry female voice suddenly became sweet and delicious as if watered. "What do you want in your dream partner?"

Fang Bailu coughed dryly and scratched his head: "Well, I, I fell in love with someone... He looks like a Taoist priest, with long hair tied into a Taoist bun. He wears a full black mask, which should be custom-made. He mainly hangs out in Kuala Lumpur..."

He chattered on and on, telling all the information he knew about the outer sect Taoist priests.

"From one to ten, how much do you think you love this person?"

"very."

"When do you want to meet the person of your dreams?"

"The sooner the better - no, now, right now."

"Activate VIP special service - real-time coordinates. You have found your dream lover, and the real-time coordinates are being sent now. Please remember: the matchmaker is very busy, and fate is only connected by a thread."

Fang Bailu turned off the phone and couldn't help but feel goose bumps all over his body. Although he was also an old businessman who spoke to people in a human way and talked to AI and typed codes, he always felt uncomfortable every time he called Yixianqian?

Yixianqian? is an intelligent matchmaking system that survived from the old days. The matchmaking company that previously managed this system has long since disappeared, but their various equipment and services have been leased until the next millennium.

All these resources are now managed only by ancient AI.

As long as you are a member of Yixianqian?, after you state your requirements for your dream lover, the system will find a target that meets your description.

If you are a VIP, you will also get some free features such as real-time coordinates.

After inheriting this account from the previous owner, Yi Xianqian helped Fang Bailu find many prey hidden deep in the city.

It turns out that it works better than most positioning systems on the market.

It is so useful that Fang Bailu sometimes feels that this system was developed specifically for stalkers.

But ancient AI was often too rigid, such as this matchmaker... Fang Bailu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

A string of pink numbers slowly flashed in the corner of the retina, with a heart in the upper right corner.