Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Waves of melodious sounds of the electric erhu came from under the floor, accompanied by synthesizer sounds and heavy drum beats. Unlike the ordinary erhu that used python skin and a barrel to produce sound, the electric erhu with its own sound generator sounded more solid:

The soundproofing here is much worse than in the hardware store.

"Huh! There might be a band in the neighborhood."

He looked around at the dark grey rough cement walls and turned on the holographic transmitter.

Beep beep beep!

As the power was turned on, the rough cement wall was painted with a smooth white paint by the holographic light.

Fang Bailu only bought ordinary holographic soft furnishings and did not choose the more popular Feng Shui simulation: those Feng Shui packages that are both beautiful and improve one's fortune are not cheap.

He took off his rubber raincoat and lay on his back on the spring mattress: After setting up the anti-reconnaissance equipment, Fang Bailu immediately bought a large mattress in the apartment in Guang'an Garden.

Fang Bailu stared at the simulated ceiling that was flawless, with a myriad of thoughts running through his head.

This time, asking Mercy Knife to crack Master Huang Wu's memory for me was full of twists and turns, but in the end, at least I gained something:

"Cang Yangzi, a Qigong practitioner with a sheep's head and a human body..."

He scratched his scalp fiercely a few times and couldn't help but sigh about his recent inextricable relationship with the Qigong practitioners.

"Daozi said he saw some 'god'... and he was also mumbling some weird poems."

Fang Bailu held his right hand in front of him and looked at it carefully:

The feeling of squeezing into the narrow entrance of the memory in the digital space, the content of the spam email repeated by Mercy Knife... He thought about it over and over again, and finally he was sure that this was the "hand" that Mercy Knife said he saw.

"And what about the fact that Cang Yangzi's outer body exploded just by staring at it for a while... is it that exaggerated? It's as if you saw some evil god."

If Cang Yangzi was really as powerful as Mercy Blade described, and if it weren't for the electronic bodies formed by those spam emails, both himself and Mercy Blade would probably have been killed by Cang Yangzi.

"I'm really lucky..." Fang Bailu couldn't help but sigh. "Next time, I should remember to leave professional matters to professionals..."

"and many more."

Fang Bailu sat up suddenly.

"Leave professional matters to professionals. This is my motto..."

For three years, Fang Bailu has been adhering to the principles taught to him by his former store owner and playing the role of middleman well.

"Why am I so abnormal today, no, why have I been so abnormal recently...?"

It was not the first time that he had seen Mercy Blade perform a life-threatening mission, but he had never thought of assisting him in the digital space before: why did he think he could help with a task that even the top hackers in Kuala Lumpur found difficult?

"I clearly remembered this motto at the time, how come I forgot it all of a sudden?"

From deciding to hunt Anbennola alone, to actively setting up an ambush and fighting with Mr. Huang Wu, to even joining Fu Yisheng to face Mr. Kui...

These were more like decisions a hard-charging swordsman would make, rather than a middleman like him who valued safety.

Before, Fang Bailu felt that he had changed his way of thinking due to the pressure of survival; and those unexpected but reasonable successes seemed to be coincidences.

But now thinking about it, these are not the way I am used to doing things, and they are not even the decisions Fang Bailu would make.

A cold current rushed from his tailbone to the top of his head, and even his hair stood up.

“In the information age, are there really coincidences?”

Chapter 42: Night Talk in the Rain (I)

This creepy feeling made Fang Bailu jump up.

He took out a portable scanner from his backpack, placed the smooth detection panel against his brow, and slowly scanned it left and right along his brow bone.

"hiss……"

The cold detection panel touched his temple, causing Fang Bailu to shiver in pain: that was the wound from when he had scratched his skin before.

With a buzz indicating the scan was complete, he flipped the scanner along the center line and opened it into a palm-sized display panel.

"No results." The text on the display panel flashed, as if mocking Fang Bailu's suspicion:

This means that the scanner did not find any brain chip or other implanted objects in his skull.

Fang Bailu exhaled lightly:

After noticing his recent abnormal behavior, Fang Bailu's first thing was to check whether he had been poisoned.

Use happiness that promotes dopamine secretion to guide, or implant various hints in the mind...

At least it can be confirmed that there is no "poison" such as a hormone controller or a perception suggestion chip installed in the brain without anyone's knowledge.

This kind of witchcraft can control a person's mind and actions without anyone noticing.

This is also one of the reasons why Fang Bailu has not been able to make up his mind to implant an auxiliary chip into the brain.

After all, when he thought about having surgery on his brain, Fang Bailu, this "old antique", couldn't help but feel a little resistant.

Gu magic and black magic are both popular businesses in the underground market. Even Fang Bailu's own employment list has included several evil monks who fled from the Philippines.

I heard that shopping malls in Singapore and Malaysia have hired sorcerers to set up several sets of "visual sorcery" to increase customers' desire to buy products.

This urban legend was also widely circulated in Kuala Lumpur, until the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association came out to clarify it, and gradually no one mentioned it anymore.

"Am I overthinking..."

He tapped his forehead lightly and planned to find a barefoot doctor for a detailed examination later.

"Don't let your imagination run wild for now. What if this is a delusion caused by being forced offline?"

The feeling of uneasiness still spread from his spine like a spider web, wrapping him tightly.

……

Next to the mattress was an iron table welded to the floor: one of the few pieces of furniture provided in the apartment.

Fang Bailu wiped the tabletop clean, but it was still covered with peeling paint and rust spots. The appearance of the furniture was not within the scope of the free holographic soft decoration, so he covered it with a layer of light blue canvas to cover the bumpy tabletop.

There are now several packages neatly stacked on it. They were brought back by Fang Bailu from the hardware store.

Since Fang's Hardware Store was upgraded to Daochan, his fortunes have also risen - he even has new distribution rights: now he can purchase goods from some major companies.

In the past, the products that came to Fang Bailu were all “second-hand goods” that had been used by who knows how many times, so Fang Bailu asked for samples from the branches of those big companies in Singapore and Malaysia without saying a word.

However, since the hardware store had just become a Dao product, its rating within the company was not high, and each company only let Fang Bailu choose a sample from the lowest-end product line. If you want more, you have to exchange it with real money.

These samples will be kept in the hardware store in advance on consignment basis, and the purchase price will be paid after they are sold: for Bai Lu, it is no different from giving them away for free.

Fang Bailu stroked their outer packaging. The delicate and rough matte feel felt very comfortable to the touch.

"Unbox, unbox... let's see the condition of the things." Fang Bailu rubbed his hands together. The excitement of unboxing temporarily suppressed the vague uneasiness in his heart.

He lifted the largest package and placed it in front of him, weighing it gently:

It is square, about one meter long and half a meter wide, about the same size as an electric erhu case.

It looks big, but feels very light.

Apart from a line of small words "Microcomputer Taoism Research Association" in the corner of the package, there is only a five-fingered palm print outlined by light white lines against a dark background.

Fang Bailu gently covered it with his right hand——

Just like thick ink dispersing in water, an extremely clear video image appeared on the packaging box with his palm as the center:

A human silhouette leaps through the concrete jungle formed by high-rise buildings and runs on the roads and walls.

呲——

With the sound of air being released, the box opened automatically. Steaming mist poured out from the gap, and the cold air blowing in Fang Bailu's face made him shiver:

There were several transparent rope-like things floating in the light yellow organ preservation fluid, sinking and bobbing.

This is the "Shenxing" artificial meridian set produced by the research institute, which contains the three yang meridians of the foot and fifteen implanted acupuncture points.

"The research institute's products for the mass market don't have much religious connotations..."

After the implantation of this meridian, the muscle strength of the legs will be greatly improved, and it will also make his movements more agile to a certain extent.

Running speed is the result of the coordination of whole-body strength and flexibility, but leg explosiveness is also crucial.

"At least it's easier to escape..."

Fang Bailu gently closed the box: It is not enough to just get the artificial meridians, you also have to go to the research institute's pharmacy to do the implantation surgery, and the price is also staggering.

But if you take it to a barefoot doctor you are familiar with, it will only cost half of the official price.

He picked up the second package:

The four red characters "Pan Asia Military Industry" were printed on the box, and a hint of murderous aura seemed to be pouring out from the sharp brushstrokes. For a moment, Fang Bailu felt as if he heard the "Qin Wang Pozhen Music" of the iron cavalry...

"…The background music that comes with the box? When did my empathy become so strong?"

A small trumpet appeared in the lower right corner, and the song "Qin Wang Po Zhen Music" was playing.

This was the first time Fang Bailu touched a brand new Pan Asia military product.

He opened the carbon box and found a short cone-like weapon stuck in the dark gray sponge.

This is the multi-purpose bayonet "Yuchang" produced by Pan Asia Military Industry.

Fang Bailu carefully took it out of the box with both hands and gently pressed the bottom of the handle of "Yuchang" - the all-black coating on it became transparent, revealing three thin round tubes.

Two of them contain neurotoxins and "iron-eating beast" nanorobots; the last round tube is an injector loaded with extremely aggressive Trojans and digital viruses.

They correspond to the human body, large targets and intelligent mechanical targets respectively.

"A bit... flashy? No wonder sales aren't that good."

Although the main feature of "Yuchang" is its "versatility" in that it can deal with all kinds of enemies, its design concept is a bit strange as a short weapon.

Fang Bailu carefully looked at the three poisonous roots: this was the real reason why he chose "fish intestines".

These toxins can only be purchased in bulk, and the minimum order quantity is several hundred pieces. They are also difficult to preserve, and the storage cost alone is sky-high. So Fang Bailu simply used them as part of the emergency force.

In his opinion, converting them into projectiles or bullets would be far more effective than "poisoning" them as cold weapons.

"Next is the last package..."

"come over."

Boom!Boom!Boom!

His prosthetic body walked from the corner of the house, and his heavy body made muffled sounds when he took steps. The exposed hydraulic muscles and bones were covered with scratches: these were left when he fought with Mr. Huang Wu a few days ago, and Fang Bailu had not yet found a blacksmith to repair them.

Fang Bailu took out "Mohist Disciple A17" from his pocket and put it aside.

The original tablet computer served as bait in the ambush with Mr. Huang Wu, and Fang Bailu later destroyed it directly: electronic products have been hacked, and no one knows whether a backdoor has been secretly left.

So when I left the Mercy Knife Studio, I simply borrowed this old portable computer.

The last package was only the size of a palm: it was a sample sent by the Induction Association, the largest agent in Singapore and Malaysia.

If products from manufacturers around the world want to enter the Singapore and Malaysian markets, they will more or less have some connection with the sensor association.

Fang Bailu opened the package and pulled out a disk. On it was printed a line of regular script:

"Paper Figure Moving Technique".

Chapter 43: Night Talk in the Rain (Part )

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There is also a layer of PVC film on the back of the disk, with a few slogans printed in bold font:

"A pan-Asian folk magic that has been passed down for thousands of years! The twenty-fifth hall of Maoshan offers a special gift - the ancient secret ritual of paper figurine transportation!"

Fang Bailu scratched his head, feeling inexplicably funny: Maoshan only had twenty-four Qingtangs - this "twenty-fifth hall" was actually a copycat manufacturer in Chiba, Japan, which specialized in producing some specious software under the name of "Pan-Asian Folk Magic".

For example, this "Paper Man Moving" sounds like a fortune-making spell like the Five Ghosts Moving, but it is actually a wolf in sheep's clothing: it is similar to many puppetry techniques, and is a castrated version of the Buddhist "telepathy".

However, it does not require profound Buddhist skills or excellent magical instruments to use it; even the "disciples of the Mohist school" can do it.

He inserted the disk into the drive, unplugged the built-in cable, and connected it to the port in the prosthetic abdomen. Then he removed the electrode pad on the back, carefully avoiding the wound and pressing it against his temple.

Fang Bailu closed the cover on his abdomen, took two steps back and looked at the prosthetic body that was the same height as himself.