Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Got it. Is it safe? Log off now!"

Fang Bailu fumbled for a while and typed these words in the dialog box.

"Uncle Fang, turn on the 'Sky Eye'. I want to check if there is any abnormal information at the entrance and exit of the memory. Urgent!"

The "clairvoyance" is specially marked in red, which shows that it is extremely important.

Fang Bailu searched the application library and finally found "Sky Eye (Permanent Cracked Version)".

"Daozai has actually developed the ability of clairvoyance..." Fang Bailu couldn't help but be a little surprised. After all, this is one of the six supernatural powers in Buddhism.

Although it was a "permanent cracked version", it was not something that ordinary people could use. Fang Bailu had also handled the cracked version of magic and supernatural powers, but he had never heard of anyone successfully practicing it: Naduo, the barefoot doctor on A Luo Street, had taken over several vegetative patients.

He clicked on the Sky Eye Pass, and a line of light golden words popped up:

"If you see that all things are not things, you will see the underlying code. - Issued by Nanputuo Co., Ltd."

The scripture flashed for a moment, and was abruptly replaced by another sentence:

"The unencrypted version was released by 'Xihe Girl', please feel free to use it."

"Xihe girl... This should be the cracker. This is the first time I've seen software with a cracker's signature..." The word "unencrypted version" brought back some memories of Fang Bailu's "previous life".

……

After a while, Mercy Knife finally replied.

"Uncle Fang is fine now. I'm going to log off."

First, the constantly moving eyelids calmed down: Mercy Knife's oculomotor sleep ended.

Then he raised and lowered his fingers one by one, and suddenly pulled his legs forward -

His three souls and seven spirits finally returned to his body.

The Mercy Knife plucked out the nerve line in the spiritual orifice. His cheeks were pale as if he had put on too much makeup, and his lips were a strange purple. The whites of his eyes were covered with fine bloodshot like spider webs, and his eyeballs kept looking around.

He raised his arms—his palms were shaking like they were powered by racing motors—and touched both sides of his eyes, as if he was checking something:

"Mirror, mirror. Mirror! Is there a mirror?"

Compassion Knife repeated it neurotically while rubbing his body vigorously with his hands, as if he was cleaning some stain that Fang Bailu could not see.

He put his face close to a display screen and observed his face through the reflection of the screen.

"It's okay, I'm okay." After a while, Mercy Knife took a few deep breaths and replied.

boom--

The sound of the light rail rumbling forward came from outside the wall: Mercy Knife's workshop was in a handshake building, with the light rail track next to it.

"vomit--"

When Mercy Knife heard the loud noise, he fell to the ground and vomited: undigested food rushed out and became a mess on the floor.

After a long period of deep trance, the body becomes very sensitive to various sensory signals, so experienced hackers choose to trance in secluded places.

But Mercy Knife believes that if the opposite is done, the risk of exposing one's identity can be reduced.

"What are you thinking on the fifth floor? Look at you throwing up now..."

Fang Bailu squatted down and patted the back of the Compassionate Knife.

"Wow...Uncle Fang..." Mercy Blade suddenly hugged Fang Bailu by the waist, tears streaming down his face; "It's so scary...I almost..."

……

Fang Bailu stuck the mouth of the Da Wusu beer bottle on the edge of the plastic table and slapped it hard with his palm: the bottle cap popped off and a wisp of white steam leaked out of the icy bottle mouth.

The four words "Xinyuan Tea House" are like a swimming fish, turning endlessly on the table.

This is a self-service teahouse that has passed the "Tian Guan Ci Fu" sign. It is one of the few decent places in A Luo Street.

Seeing that Cibeidao had vomited out all the food in his stomach, Fang Bailu simply pulled him out to eat together.

"...The Yin spirit is out of the body? A Qigong practitioner?"

After listening to the description of the Compassionate Blade, Fang Bailu took a big gulp of Wusu: "In his previous life, he didn't drink much because of liver cancer. Now he can start to quit drinking.

"Ah."

Mercy Blade took a sip of the oolong tea soda in the glass bottle with a straw and touched his neck with his palm:

"It has a sheep's head and a human body. The head is very big. It looks very strange and doesn't look like a normal implant."

He wiped the condensation on the soda bottle and wrote three words on the dusty table:

Cangyangzi.

"Uncle Fang... this guy is not easy to deal with. I can't beat him."

Mercy Knife tightly grasped the neck of the oolong tea soda bottle, the pale skin of his fingers showing red.

"If it wasn't for later... later... Ugh!"

He vomited the soda he had just drunk all over the floor.

Beep beep——

The transmitter at the corner of the table emitted a colorful light, covering the pool of yellowish sewage on the ground with a holographic image of the smooth floor.

"No wonder the floor feels so weird when I step on it. It turns out that even the cost of a robot vacuum cleaner has to be reduced..."

"Anyway, something 'entered' my memory later." Mercy Knife coughed a few times to relieve the discomfort of the liquid choking my trachea. "Uncle Fang, have you ever heard a few lines of poetry?"

"How strange, how strange! I pity the fools of the world, who do not know the God in the underworld?"

"Why does it sound like a cult prayer..."

Fang Bailu shook his head. He really didn't know anything about these things about Qigong practitioners. He probably had to consult Anbennola.

"Hmm... one more thing. Uncle Fang, what does it mean when a sexy dealer deals cards online? Do you have any..."

puff!

Before Mercy Knife could finish his words, the beer that Fang Bailu had just drunk sprayed all over his face.

"Hey, hey, sorry, sorry... Daozi, where did you hear this?"

Mercy Knife took off his black-framed glasses that were covered in alcohol and wiped them with his school uniform:

"These are the last words of the Qigong practitioner's mind copy before he died. They were spoken in reverse order. There are a few words I don't understand what they mean. What is New Lisboa?"

"... Grand Lisboa...?"

"Daizai, what did you see?"

Mercy Knife's face twisted into a knot: it was an expression that mixed confusion, suspicion, pain, and fear into a thick soup:

"I... I don't know, I deleted the image from my memory... It was a very strange color..."

"And a...hand?"

He took out a small, smooth ball from his school uniform pocket and rolled it across the table to Fang Bailu:

"This is the old memory of the monster. I saved the images in it. Uncle Fang, don't look at it. It can kill people. It's just... it's just that I really don't want to keep this kind of thing around."

"Hands? Wait..."

"Daozai, are you saying that a hand reached into the entrance of the memory?!"

Fang Bailu opened and closed his fingers under the table, and the heavy and sluggish feeling in the digital space had long disappeared.

"I'm the one who won't say that, right?!"

Chapter 41: Colors from Beyond Heaven (Part )

One wall of Xinyuan Tea House is hollowed out and filled with 30x30 cm glass squares. The plastic baffle of each square plays a mouth-watering food video, and the aroma comes out.

Fang Bailu hesitated between the various foods, and finally chose a plate of sweet and sour pork and a bowl of braised beef brisket.

"I've been drinking nutrient solution for quite a while, so I have to eat some meat today."

Ding! Fang Bailu scanned the payment code on the side, and the baffle opened in response.

He picked up the two plates of food from the grid and took them back to the square table where Mercy Knife was sitting.

They looked nothing like the delicious delicacies shown in the video: a thick white paste with a few unidentifiable solid pieces floating in it.

Fang Bailu knocked hard on the table, and the holographic transmitter turned to the side, casting a halo of light on two plates of paste that could hardly be called food.

zizi——

A sweet, sour and spicy aroma emanates from the "Sweet and Sweet Pork". The crispy fried meat strips topped with a secret sauce look particularly delicious.

The "braised beef brisket" has been stewed until it is soft and tender, and sprinkled with some chopped green onions, it looks even more delicious.

As the two bowls of porridge were covered with a layer of holographic images, they became the most delicious food in the world with both color and fragrance.

The words floating around on the table ran to Fang Bailu's front and kept jumping, as if asking for credit:

“Xinyuan Tea House: giving you the authentic old world Pan-Asian flavor.”

"What kind of Pan-Asian flavor is this..." As a real "veteran", Fang Bailu is always dissatisfied when he sees such fake and shoddy slogans.

Fang Bailu picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork with chopsticks. The meat strip oozed out some gravy as the iron chopsticks squeezed it - this exceeded the simulation range of the holographic transmitter, and the sweet and sour pork suddenly became blurred like a low-pixel photo.

He put the "mosaic"-like thing into his mouth: Three years later, Fang Bailu had long been accustomed to this somewhat weird way of eating.

Although it looks inconspicuous, it tastes extremely delicious: after adding countless chemical seasonings, even a bowl of boiled leather shoes is extremely delicious.

Xinyuan Tea House also has natural raw materials cooked by normal means, which is a privilege of the "Heavenly Official Blessing" restaurant. But the price is too expensive, so it is not within Fang Bailu's choice range.

Compassion Knife picked up a piece of the potato that kept flashing with chopsticks and looked at it carefully, a little absent-mindedly, as if he had not yet recovered from the previous excitement.

After a while, he suddenly said:

"Uncle Fang, do you think... do you think there are things in this world that are beyond human understanding?"

"Huh?" Fang Bailu put down his chopsticks and looked at the shaking Mercy Knife.

flutter!

The potato fell from Mercy Knife's trembling chopsticks into the bowl, causing the holographic image to distort.

He touched his left eye, as if something was stuck to it:

"Today, I seem to have seen God."

……

Fang Bailu scratched the scar on his leg fiercely: the muscles and bones in his leg that were pierced by Master Huang Wu a few days ago had finally grown back, but he still felt a slight numbness and itchiness from time to time.

Mercy Knife separated from him at the subway entrance and took another bus back home.

He walked out of the subway station, patted his raincoat, and dispersed the smell of stagnant water and mildew that permeated the Kuala Lumpur subway all year round. Fang Bailu took advantage of the gap between a few cars passing by to run across the road and into an alley.

The alley was littered with all kinds of garbage. Fang Bailu habitually estimated their value: he hadn't bargained with the garbage man for almost a week, and he couldn't help but feel itchy.

At the deepest part stood a holographic electronic security guard, his dark security uniform emitting a hint of light blue light:

"Private residence, visitors please register. Private residence, visitors please register..."

He kept muttering this sentence, and his words were mixed with noisy background noise - this was a pre-recorded human voice.

Fang Bailu ignored him and walked straight into the elevator next to him. As the mechanical elevator continued to rise, the mumbling of the electronic security guard could no longer be heard.

The elevator room was covered with fine spray paint and graffiti, most of which depicted successful Qigong practitioners or requests for virtual idols to vote. There was only one raised area whose original color could not be seen, and people could barely make out the words "Guang'an Garden".

Fang Bailu looked at these colorful patterns with interest: it is difficult to find such interesting works of art these days.

"The Thirteen Tigers of A Luo Street & the Sword-carrying Girls Group..." He saw a long and phoenix-dancing signature on a relatively new piece of graffiti. "Is there a new Night Walker Gang recently? The name is very retro."

Those young men and women who have nowhere to vent their energy and put it on the streets are called night wanderers. This word was originally the name of the god of night, but because there are many Cantonese and vernacular speakers in Singapore and Malaysia, the meaning has also changed.

To Fang Bailu, they were just like the biker gang from his "previous life".

Ding! After the elevator shook reluctantly for a while, Fang Bailu finally reached the top floor:

This is his newly rented warehouse, safe house and studio.

After various incidents occurred one after another in Fang's Hardware Store, Fang Bailu found that apart from the hardware store, he didn't even have another place to stay.

So after leaving the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society, he immediately rented this house through secret channels.