Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

In the heavy rain, his clothes were still clean and new, without any signs of getting wet - because they were not real clothes, but projections created by the holographic transmitter.

The only thing he had on him was a pair of tattered sneakers, which had been soaked so much that the rubber on the soles had come off:

For some people, even a piece of clothing made of real fabric is unaffordable.

The price of a second-hand holographic generator is much lower than that of a real piece of clothing.

Later, Fang Bailu sold the computer in the window to him: in the form of installments over twenty years.

But what Fang Bailu didn't expect was that in less than a year, the kid paid back the full amount and even earned the nickname "Mercy Knife" among hackers.

Fang Bailu and the previous owner, who didn't know his real name, called him by this nickname.

Three years have passed, and Fang Bailu can't help but feel as if he were in a different world.

Fang Bailu scratched his head: If a hacker does not receive an initiation from a Buddhist guru, does not practice Yin Shen, or undergo other types of auxiliary implants and transformation surgeries, then the peak period of a hacker is basically around 14-20 years old.

Among hackers, Mercy Blade can be considered a young and successful person.

He leaned against the wall and looked around the room which was only ten square meters in size.

It was more like a coffin than a room: apart from the neatly stacked equipment and tools in the room, there was hardly any space to step.

This is the room rented by Mercy Knife to do some hacking work.

"Daozi, how's your study recently?"

Fang Bailu has never been good at dealing with children, even the precocious and intelligent Cibeidao.

"Very good, Uncle Fang."

Mercy Blade was typing away on the keyboard, and as he hadn't yet entered his voice change period, he still sounded childish.

A dozen tubes and various tools covered Mr. Huang Wu's head, twitching from time to time with the operation of the Mercy Knife.

"Hmm... do you want to have a relationship at school? When Uncle Fang was your age, he was also quite popular with girls."

"I really have no topics to talk about...?" Fang Bailu felt a little regretful as soon as he said that.

Mercy Knife gently pushed the black frame:

"This? Speaking of which... I subdued a fox demon when I was wandering a while ago, and I'm planning to prepare a body for her. Uncle Fang, can you help me find one when you're free? Any body between 18 and 25 years old will do, as long as it has spiritual power."

……

"Huh? Um, you..."

"A kid driving a big car?!" These words kept turning in Fang Bailu's head. "Are all kids nowadays so precocious? Or am I just too filthy..."

After stammering for a few words, Fang Bailu decided that silence might be the wisest answer.

"Okay, I'm going to start daydreaming." Mercy Knife pointed to the side, "Uncle Fang, if I don't wake up in an hour, please help me open the software."

Fang Bailu followed the direction of Cibeidao's finger and glanced at the tape: on it were written a series of detailed words such as "Forced Nirvana (Pseudo Nirvana): Personal Edition".

Next to it was the palm-sized access computer that Bai Lu had sold him three years ago. Although it was an old second-hand computer, it was still as clean as new, and it was obvious that its owner took great care of it.

Fang Bailu had heard about the wars between hackers: once in the digital space, and in the hands of others... the tricks a hacker can play with people's thinking almost reach the limit of human imagination.

Therefore, some hackers will prepare methods of suicide before carrying out some highly dangerous tasks.

"Is Mr. Huang Wuye's 'master' so powerful...?"

He strode forward and held down the hand of Mercy Knife that was about to insert the neural tube into the spiritual orifice:

"Daozai, stop doing this. I'll go find another hacker."

What a joke... Fang Bailu would never let a child take such a big risk for him, let alone the Compassionate Blade who he had watched grow up.

Mercy Blade was stunned, and scratched the corner of his mouth where a beard had not yet grown:

"Uncle Fang, what are you thinking about... Do you know any hackers who are better than me?"

Fang Bailu frowned and tried his best to make his voice serious:

"Photoelectric Rider, Great Witch 0731, Iron Monkey... Are you relieved that I'm looking for these people?"

These are the big names who have been famous in the underground black market of Kuala Lumpur for a long time. Many companies and conglomerates have suffered losses at their hands.

Although each one of them costs a lot, it is better than letting acquaintances risk their lives.

"Ha!" Mercy Blade seemed to have heard a joke and picked up a hard drive under the display screen:

"Uncle Fang, the copies of their thoughts are all in this hard drive." He stuffed the hard drive into Fang Bailu's arms. "They challenged me to a duel a few days ago, but I defeated them all! I was planning to use these copies of thoughts to fuse a Dharma Protector Vajra."

……

"Business has not been open recently and the information is out of date." Fang Bailu was speechless for a moment, with a hint of disbelief mixed in his relief.

"Don't worry, Uncle Fang." Compassion Blade flexed his fingers, "I also want to fight with this member of the Yanshi Club."

Chapter 35: I Don’t Know I’m Just a Guest in My Dream (Part )

Fang Bailu could hear the emotion in Cibeidao's words: it was recognition and pride in himself.

"Leave professional matters to professionals..." Fang Bailu silently repeated his creed in his mind, and finally decided to give in.

"Ah... then you better be careful."

He sighed, and with one hand he pushed aside the protective cover on the spiritual orifice on the back of the neck of the Mercy Knife, and with the other hand he inserted the neural tube and twisted it to lock it.

Different from ordinary neural tubes, this one is made of multiple thin wires twisted together and has obviously been modified by the Mercy Knife.

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The Mercy Knife twitched: it was the muscle spasm that comes with entering a fugue state.

"Uncle Fang, I'm leaving."

He gently took off his black-framed glasses and put them aside, then folded his arms together and rested his face on them.

It looked like the student who took a nap on the desk during break in Fang Bailu's "previous life".

Unlike Anbennola, who lost consciousness for a moment when connected to the flying sword, Mercy Knife remained conscious for a short while when connected to the neural pipeline:

This is a sign that the body and mind have become extremely adapted to mind wandering.

Drop drop-

Line after line of bright green code popped up on the display, flashing against a black background.

Although Fang Bailu was not good at programming technology, he still saw that this was a signal of connecting to the digital space and starting hacking.

He picked up the book "Forced Extinction (Pseudo-Nirvana): Personal Edition" and weighed it in his hand.

If Mercy Blade has not been offline and awakened after an hour, I will use this disk to help him "free himself".

"..."

He suddenly regretted it.

Fang Bailu slapped the disk in his hand, then threw it aside fiercely. He walked to the side of Mercy Blade who had just entered the state of mind wandering, and said viciously:

"You little bastard, you are such a chuunibaku. Why are you pretending to be so great? Do you have to be a hero?"

Mercy Knife maintained a nap posture: for people in a trance state, all the senses of the body are closed.

Fang Bailu didn't care whether he could hear her or not, and continued to speak:

"I'll go with you, and I'll supervise your work."

"Digital space..."

Fang Bailu still has some yearning for the so-called "brain-computer link".

In his "previous life", he had seen many descriptions of such experiences in various fictional works.

But he didn't have the spiritual orifice implanted, so he couldn't get the complete experience of trance.

For various reasons, Fang Bailu had never entered the digital space before.

but now……

Fang Bailu picked up the "Mojia Zidi-A17" portable computer beside him and started playing with it.

Compassion Knife maintained it very well and replaced many of its parts, so it looked as if it had just been bought.

Although this is an older portable model, it is small but complete and has all the necessary functions.

"Just use this."

Apart from Mercy Knife's large desktop equipment, this computer is the only one left in the room.

Fang Bailu plans to use it to enter the digital space and assist the Compassionate Knife in cracking Huang Wuye's memory.

He pulled out the built-in connection cable from the "Mohist Disciple" and connected it to the large desktop computer of the Compassionate Knife.

"Mojia Zidi" provides two input methods: neural signal and holographic keyboard.

In addition to the spiritual orifice at the back of the neck, some people also implant neural interfaces in other parts of the body:

Under the ears, wrists, occipital bones...

However, the spiritual orifice on the back of the neck is still the most efficient and universal interface.

But Fang Bailu doesn’t have any implant interface, so she can only use the holographic keyboard.

He glanced at the Mercy Knife lying on the workbench, who seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Gently press the start button of "Mohist Disciple-A17".

呲呲呲——

A light blue light shot out from the holographic emission port of the "Mohist Disciple" and condensed into a thin plane.

Fang Bailu was not used to the input method of the holographic keyboard - this kind of keyboard had no typing feedback, it was like typing on the air.

Compared with old-fashioned mechanical keyboards or even touch screens, there is "no feel".

Fang Bailu tapped the holographic keyboard to call up the console and prepare to connect to the digital space.

He took two small round pieces from the back of the computer and stuck them on both sides of his temples.

This is an old-fashioned neural signal transmission electrode - people without spiritual powers can also use it to vaguely receive and send some neural signals.

Fang Bailu rummaged around in Compassion Knife's table for a while.

This is the chemical mixture he had sold to Mercy Knife before, which can greatly improve sensitivity and concentration in the trance state.

According to the barefoot doctor who prepared the compound, even without spiritual orifices, one can still achieve a similar effect of trance.

呲——

He pressed the needle-free syringe against his forearm and injected the medicine.

"Let's try it..."

Fang Bailu pressed the confirm button:

A dull tingling sensation came from the electrode on my temple, accompanied by a slight numbness and itching.

Suddenly, everything went dark before his eyes, as if all the lights in the world had been turned off in an instant.

This is a sign of the beginning of a trance.

"It's about to begin..." He rubbed his damp and sweaty palms gently.

……

Suddenly—

The flames and mushroom clouds from a thousand nuclear bomb explosions stirred up a storm in his mind, blending all his senses into one:

Fang Bailu sniffed the light reflected from the moon, listened to the coldness on the blades of knives and swords, and caressed the whisper of heavy rain hitting Kuala Lumpur.

His sight traversed the infinite sky and reached directly to the Sagittarius Nebula through the telescope: the most dazzling southern constellation meandered through it, like a string of colorful lights dotted on the curtain of the universe.

The sentences in Zhuangzi's Qiwu Lun ran through his gray matter, whispering the supreme secret:

"Heaven and earth are born with me, and all things are one with me."

……

Fang Bailu's bones, muscles, and fascia were reshaped: finally, his mind gained a body in the digital space.