Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Is it because you didn't tie your hair into a bun?"

"Yeah. How did you and Shou Niang know each other?"

Fang Bailu specially emphasized the word "Shou Niang".

He stared at Ambenola's face: the information revealed by the micro-expressions on a naked face was sometimes no less than that revealed by words and text.

Anbenola lifted the hem of his robe and sat down on the steps with his legs crossed.

She put her forearms together and rested them on her knees, avoiding Fang Bailu's gaze and focusing on the rain falling outside the door. Her two smooth, white front teeth bit her light pink lower lip, which was as thin as a knife:

"...Do you watch a movie?"

"Just change the subject."

Fang Bailu put his hands behind his back and twisted his fingers together anxiously:

"Look. Old-fashioned ones, new-fashioned ones, all of them."

The so-called new-style movies are more like a kind of video game.

The audience can walk in and interact more than in old-fashioned movies, and even freely change the direction of the plot.

"I prefer the old-fashioned ones. They look much more relaxed."

Anbenola stroked his lips and nose with his slender pale fingers, with a look of loss on his face.

"What do you mean?"

Fang Bailu felt that this sentence contained much more information than before: this kind of emotional state, similar to that of ordinary people, rarely appears in Anbennola.

She stood up and patted the dust on her robe's hips:

"Ask something else... I won't comment on his or her affairs."

Anbenola's gaze met Fang Bailu again.

The fleeting confusion in her eyes had been replaced by something sharper and harder.

This time it was Fang Bailu who looked away:

He knew better than most that Anbenola was not the kind of person who could be persuaded with words.

Fang Bailu changed the question:

"An Ben, have you ever heard of the name 'Cang Yang Zi'?"

Cang Yangzi is both a Qigong practitioner and a member of the Yanshi Club.

The most important thing is that Anbennola once wanted to trade the immortal's inner elixir with him - although looking back, the so-called "transaction" was more like thieves eating thieves.

A sheep's head and a human body, a spirit leaving the body, an incarnation outside the body...

All the information spoken from Compassionate Blade shows that this is a dangerous person with profound Taoism.

He has dealt with both the Yin spirits under his command and Huang Wuye Fang Bailu, and the components they carry are both powerful and bizarre.

"You got it out of that monster, right? He's a trouble. But we should have dealt with his minions. As long as you don't enter the digital space, he won't be able to do anything to you in the short term."

After hesitating for a moment, she added:

"Although he is not a member of the research group, it is best not to provoke him..."

Fang Bailu spread his hands:

"I know. There is a body of him in the spirit's memory."

"Then he looked at me and disappeared..."

Anbenola glanced up and down at Fang Bailu and chuckled in surprise:

"Ha! Boss Fang, you are worthy of being me. This kind of thing can't be defeated by your means... Yes, I have fallen into your hands before."

She folded her arms and shook her head, seeming extremely shocked:

"Don't take this risk in the future... If I knew there was something like this in my memory, I would have found a way to deal with it myself."

"If I wait until I figure out what the electronic body is, I'll see how to deal with Cang Yangzi."

After hesitating for a while, Fang Bailu took out the mahjong tiles that Mr. Kui had forced upon him:

"Do you know what this thing is?"

The anti-detection equipment in the store was connected to the microphone implanted in Fang Bailu's ear.

If a listening device or other surveillance device is scanned in this mahjong tile, an alarm will be sounded to him.

At the moment, it looks like just an ordinary mahjong tile.

Anbenola stared at the red word "发" for a while and shook his head:

"I can't tell... You should have seen more things than me."

She walked to the bench, picked up the mask with one hand, and knocked on the table with the other: with a crackling sound, the bench turned back into a suitcase.

Anbennola put the mask in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, turning his profile, which was a mixture of heroic and gentle, towards Fang Bailu.

She must have clenched her teeth - the line of her jaw was so tight that it looked like a sharp sword blade.

"I'm leaving."

Ambenola put on her mask again and tied her nerve wires into a high bun.

Fang Bailu looked at the rocking chair: there was still something in the armrest that Shou Niang mentioned as a "deposit", and he also had something to ask the former owner Xiangfangdong in the memorial box...

With Anbenola around, these things are difficult to handle.

"But……"

Fang Bailu put his hands on his waist and pushed the ground hard with his toes:

"It's raining so hard...why don't you wait until it's a little lighter before leaving?"

But at this moment, he inexplicably didn't want to be alone.

Ding!

The hard ceramic skin of Anbenola's right hand stopped on the iron handle of the glass door, making a sharp collision sound.

"It's okay, just a little rain."

She calmed down, opened the door and stepped into the rain:

"Thanks……"

The words were drowned out by the endless raindrops that were like white noise and could no longer be heard.

……

Fang Bailu squatted down and stroked the rocking chair inch by inch:

Judging from the style alone, it could be considered old even in Fang Bailu's time. The backrest was worn smooth and stained black by sweat.

The spliced ​​wood was coated with a layer of varnish, giving it a cheap and inferior feel.

Although the armrests of the rocking chair are thick, they are only a dozen centimeters wide and a few centimeters thick.

Judging from the size, this so-called "deposit" is probably only the size of a palm.

"Software? Chip? What information?"

The most important thing is how did Shou Niang put it in...or did she just get this information?

Ever since Fang Bailu woke up, this rocking chair has been behind the counter, for him or the previous owner to rest when there are no customers.

Although it is not good-looking, it is at least one of the relics of the old world that has come to the present.

He had scanned every item in the store, but had never found anything wrong.

Fang Bailu clenched his fist and tapped the handle lightly with the knuckle of his index finger. "Tap, tap!" The solid sound indicated that there was no cavity inside.

He had been lying in the rocking chair for three years. If there was any mechanism, he should have discovered it long ago.

"……never mind."

Filled with boredom, anxiety, and madness, Fang Bailu planned to use violent means to find the thing in his hand.

As for the risk of losing the "deposit", it was beyond his consideration.

He was not even bothered to go upstairs to get the cutting tools and simply pushed the rocking chair against the wall to stop it from rocking any further.

Fang Bailu supported the back of the chair with both hands, bent his left foot, and then kicked hard on the armrest——

Snapped!

The handrail broke with a sound.

He picked up the handrail and held it before his eyes to examine it: a foreign object was revealed in the broken wood chips, blending in perfectly with the surrounding wood.

"There really is..."

Fang Bailu carefully pulled it out from the armrest:

This thing is the size of a palm, with rounded and smooth corners and a black display on one side. It's like -

"cell phone?"

Fang Bailu had never seen this thing since he woke up.

Among all the smart devices, the most popular mobile phones in the "previous life" are now nowhere to be seen.

Fang Bailu turned it over and over: he had never seen this model before - there were no speakers or microphones, and even the charging port was nowhere to be found, and the surroundings were all smooth.

There are only two lines of poetry engraved on the back, written in sharp strokes, as if they were chopped by a knife or an axe:

"Where can I get the Heavenly Sword? Cross the sea and kill the whale."

Chapter 48: Shining on People Like Shining on Water (Part )

Fang Bailu went up to the bedroom on the second floor and studied the mobile phone hidden in the rocking chair in front of the workbench.

The outer shell is seamless and there is no suspicious power-on parts.

He ran his fingers across the pale grey surface, trying to move the two lines of poetry on the back: there were no depressions or protrusions – the verses were moulded together with the cover, with only a slight difference in colour making it possible to discern the words.

“Are these words custom-made?”

A question popped up in Fang Bailu's mind:

These two lines of poetry do not sound like the advertising slogans or product mottos that a normal mobile phone manufacturer would use.

"How can I get the Heavenly Sword to cross the sea and kill the whale..."

He read it out loud, chewing on the murderous intent contained in the words—

A dim white halo suddenly appeared in the center of the pure black phone screen, like a drop of milk scattered in ink:

It's powered on.

“It’s open now?”

Fang Bailu was speechless for a moment:

He thought the phone's power had run out, or that some special method was needed to turn it on.

But I didn't expect it to be such a simple way to start it.

“… Voice recognition startup? Such a sloppy design. The designers who made the interaction should be laid off…”

Fang Bailu complained inwardly while looking at the dialog box that popped up on the screen just after the computer was turned on:

"Network connection error."

Fang Bailu was stunned, then clicked the cross on the dialog box:

"Connection error? This is the first time I've seen this... Maybe because it's a relic?"

The phone's desktop is pure white, with only two icons:

"App Store" and "Settings".

The "call" and "text message" functions that were essential in mobile phones seven hundred years ago are all missing, and even the display of time, battery level and signal strength is nowhere to be found.

“…Is this really a cell phone?”