Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The water droplets hit the lens, leaving streaks. The scattered water marks looked like a distorted filter.

The picture suddenly shook violently, and the water droplets disappeared - Uncle Huang Wu was shaking his whole body, shaking off the raindrops on his eyeballs.

The more Fang Bailu looked at it, the more dizzy and unbalanced he felt:

The camera kept spinning, sometimes upside down and sometimes tilted. Huang Wuye would occasionally make a long leap, and the high-speed panning made the picture blurry.

However, Huang Wuye's "performance" of showing off his mobility made Fang Bailu unable to find the company clerk after watching for a long time, and instead he felt physically uncomfortable. However, he did understand one thing: the steel jungle composed of high-rise buildings is the most suitable place for Huang Wuye to exert his combat power.

"Stop jumping around! Find a place to stay!"

Fang Bailu typed angrily while taking a deep breath to suppress the nausea caused by the dizziness.

Huang Wuye, who was running around, stopped obediently: Puff! From the muffled sound, it seemed that he had inserted the prosthesis and played the role of a tripod.

The surroundings were no longer blue and purple halos, but were replaced by a light pink that was full of ambiguity.

Huang Wuye's eyes reflected the beautiful scenery of Kuala Lumpur's red light district:

The vendor carries canvas flags printed with advertising slogans on his back and slowly pushes a cart filled with assembled hormone nebulizers and liquid Liuwei Dihuang Pills, looking for customers who like his products.

“Authentic imported Supreme Joy Zen”, “Yin Yang Cai Bu (Top-grade Dinglu!)”… messy shop signs and searchlights shine everywhere, and visible but intangible holographic models float in front of passers-by, forcibly blocking their view with their naked bodies.

Official police forces in uniforms patrol the surroundings: their purpose is not to maintain order, but to drive away the donors of physical bodies who gather nearby - these shops that have obtained service licenses will have their business affected by donors who give away their alms for free.

After all, this industry has always been supported by the Singaporean and Malaysian governments and major companies.

In addition to the technicians and AI who have passed the exam and are certified to work, all other young men and women full of youthful vitality have a piece of talisman paper pasted on their foreheads - there are flashing words on it, describing the body's physical signs and data.

The people who had the talisman paper on their faces had dull expressions, with wooden smiles on their lips:

These are workers who have cut off their own consciousness and rented out their bodies to various shops for customers to use.

There is no need to bother trying to please the guests or endure disgusting and ugly physical experiences. As long as you enter a long empty dream, you will earn money...

After deducting the medical expenses after getting the body back, the income is said to be quite considerable - but the time spent in life being conscious is much less, which is quite popular among some people with less correct ideas.

But Fang Bailu also often heard swordsmen say that the experience brought by this kind of "empty shell" is actually very ordinary - the body that has been cut off from consciousness only records the most basic techniques and feedback mechanisms, and even the cries from the deepest emotions are only a few repetitive ones.

Compared with the endless electronic companions in the dual cultivation simulator, or the emotional communication provided to the guests by technicians after processing through meditation perception, it is like a pile of synthetic meat.

Master Huang Wu's gaze stopped on all the huge, firm and full breasts, and he even zoomed in the lens, as if he wanted Fang Bailu to see more clearly.

The perfectly developed secondary sexual characteristics and organs are all tattooed with the manufacturer’s logo: this is a surgery done with installment payments, and it also plays the role of mobile advertising.

"Stop looking at it! Where's the target?!"

The center of the picture is refocused back on the company clerk who is walking hurriedly with his head lowered.

"You've been outside the office building for so long. Are you taking a 'consumption vacation'?"

Fang Bailu originally thought that the company clerk was going to return to the Induction Society to continue working. After all, leaving the job without permission is no small matter - the company's internal punishment is more deterrent than legal sentencing.

He knew that the company clerk was definitely not on annual leave:

When these employees take their annual leave, they usually purchase the pre-set travel memories in bulk and then import them directly.

The previous store owner had participated in the bidding and won the qualification to supply these memories. Although there was not much left after deducting the kickbacks, it still left a deep impression on Fang Bailu.

But compared with the virtual tourism industry, consumption in the erotic industry is quite encouraged by companies - someone from Fang's Hardware Store has come to "pawn" the company's special discount coupons for dual cultivation consumption.

White-collar workers have strong spending power and have accumulated a lot of stress, making them the main customer group in red-light districts.

So companies sometimes allow them to take a few hours of consumer leave to patronize these properties.

Chapter 63 A Broken Finger (End)

The company clerk raised his head, turning it from time to time to keep his eyes on those hot bodies.

But after Fang Bailu took a closer look at the company clerk, he found something wrong: his gaze was too mechanical. He scanned in the same direction for about three to five seconds and then turned to the opposite direction, repeating the cycle without stopping or even slowing down.

Normal people would generally expose their sexual preferences and aesthetic tastes on such streets.

What age group, race and gender do they prefer? What size and shape of secondary sexual characteristics do they prefer? Or do they have more detailed requirements in project practice? You can get a general idea of ​​what a customer is looking at by looking at the store and technician.

But the company clerk's observation style is more like a clumsy disguise, trying to make himself more integrated with the patrons around him.

"It seems like this guy is not here to patronize business at all..."

Moreover, the services provided here are so numerous, but the company clerk is not moved at all? Fang Bailu even speculated whether he used the chip to suppress the secretion of hormones and suppress his seven emotions and six desires.

Originally, Fang Bailu wanted to kill time and test Mr. Huang Wu at the same time, but now the abnormal behavior of the company clerk has aroused his curiosity.

In the repetitive pattern, the company clerk finally passed through the most prosperous and crowded area and got into the automatic hotel next to the shops.

This place is full of permanent prostitutes and transient prostitutes - these self-employed people either cannot meet the quality control of the shops and cannot rent out their bodies, or they do not have a license and can only work illegally, so they can only stay in this hotel. The furnishings of the hotel are old and the equipment is backward, but the accommodation fee is quite expensive - it can be regarded as a disguised tax specifically for this group of people.

Of course, these people can also work independently outside of Haji Taib Lane - but the security departments of large companies have much stronger criminal investigation capabilities than the Kuala Lumpur Police Force, and they always deal with this kind of "unfair competition" with an iron fist.

Those whose consciousness was permanently cut off and used as trial tools in the store were considered to have a lucky ending.

"Follow him and go straight to the outer wall of the self-service hotel."

This time the camera moves quickly and smoothly. Huang Wuye uses his spider-like recurved joints to dance continuously, leaping between buildings and passing through the gaps between windows.

Violent collisions and moans were heard coming from the loudspeaker - Mr. Huang Wu climbed up to the window on the outer wall of the hotel, and the microphone picked up the lewd sounds coming from it.

“Ah!… Gently, gently… I just started… It’s coming, it’s coming!! Ah——” “Buy the ‘Golden Urn Drawing’ lottery ticket, and the next reincarnated child may be you”! “——Ah ah… I have never felt so good before…”

Amid the interweaving of bodies and the lingering screams, a stiff lottery promotional slogan suddenly emerged - the pop-up advertisement at the climax indicated that the prostitute in this window was a veteran and had even received sponsorship from corporate channels.

"It is said that advertising this way can leave a deeper impression on people? The entire marketing department can be laid off..."

Fang Bailu shook his head and skipped over this episode:

"Don't listen, Xiao Huang. Just focus on your target."

The privacy protection in the hotel is almost zero except for the canvas curtains, which makes Mr. Huang Wu always want to peek in.

The company clerk quickened his pace and walked into the hotel door——

drop!

The images in Huang Wuye's eyes were completely different. In the darkness, pairs of bright red bodies were intertwined and moving, with both one-on-one fighting and multiplayer sports. It switched the detection mechanism to high-sensitivity infrared imaging, and also filtered out the heat radiation other than those living things.

The red figure representing the company clerk stopped in front of the elevator in the lobby, tapping the ground impatiently with the tip of its umbrella from time to time.

Fang Bailu pondered for a moment and tapped on the holographic keyboard:

"Scan the camera around and look for rooms that are empty, or where only one person is working, or where no one is working."

"If this company clerk is not here to look for workers to spend money, then he is storing the 'continuous supply' of dandruff in his mouth here."

If the company clerk came to the red light district for a normal consumption holiday, there was no need to make such crude and awkward disguises as before.

Fang Bailu wanted to determine the location of his storage before the company clerk came up - if possible, it would be best to let Mr. Huang Wu check it first.

"Do you think it's easy to hide things in a place with many people and eyes? You really haven't been exposed to street life..."

Indeed, many times, strangers don't care what you are doing: everyone is busy with their own business, and they don't care about other people's business. In addition, the redundant and complicated information flow can indeed block some people's eyes - just like when Fu Yisheng contacted Fang Bailu on the forum.

But once they meet someone with ulterior motives, their tactics are useless. These "company people" often lack imagination about street smarts.

Mr. Huang Wu's eyes kept scanning - this was the time when the red light district was busiest, the entire building was packed with people, and there was not even a single empty room.

It climbed the outer wall of the hotel at high speed, crawling towards the few rooms that were not in intense motion.

The camera scanned across: those rooms that were not in the process of trading were either arguing with each other, seemingly bargaining; or making preparations before exercise.

Only in a room in the corner of the top floor, the human figure in the infrared image stood still, motionless, without even a sound.

"That seems to be it?"

Fang Bailu looked at the figure in the camera, which had no curves and whose gender could not be identified, and gave an order to Master Huang Wu:

"Let me see what the room looks like."

flutter--

The tip of Huang Wuye's prosthetic limb quietly sank into the wall, creating a narrow round hole. He turned off the thermal imaging, and the dim light of the halogen lamp shone through the hole in the wall.

In the picture of "Disciples of Mohism", the light gradually became brighter: Mr. Huang Wu's eyeballs could extend outward from his eye sockets, and now they were directly inserted into the holes that had been chiseled.

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The room was small and cramped, with a waterproof canvas covering the torn mattress. But above that was a "mural" -

It was a layer of dark yellow, skin-like substance that tightly covered the entire wall. It was covered with dense blood vessels and veins, with occasional regular and straight lines, which lit up from time to time as if they were electrified.

The "mural" slowly expanded and contracted, as if it was breathing; a thin and long cylinder stretched out from the center, with protruding joints and oval sequins at intervals, extending forward -

It's like many knuckles sewn together to make a rope.

Strangely, this biological-like mass did not show up in infrared imaging.

The "rope" hung on the mattress and stretched across the room. Huang Wuye's eyes found the end of the rope: it was the "person" that had been identified by infrared imaging before -

It was a body that was constructed by stacking countless knuckles in a strict pattern. The knuckles were like fine stitches woven with wool, weaving perpendicularly to each other to form the torso, limbs, and head of this "person".

The "person" stood there, with the rope of knuckles connected to its lower abdomen, like some kind of umbilical cord.

The strange yet complex arrangement of knuckles on its surface overlapped each other, giving Fang Bailu the illusion that they were words.

"Want to do it?"

Fang Bailu suddenly felt a hand grab his heart and pull it down hard. Heat surged from his lower abdomen, burned through his stomach, and then rushed straight to his head - Fang Bailu's cheeks and earlobes felt an unparalleled heat.

Looking at this "person" made him want to satisfy his bottomless "physiological needs": that body was so beautiful and sexy, like all the carnal desires in the world combined into one, swallowing up Fang Bailu's sight——

"Fuck... fuck... do, do..."

The desire for sex and release exploded in his brain like fireworks: his hormones and testosterone rolled through his body like a flood.

Fang Bailu summoned up the last bit of clarity in his mind and knocked over the "Mohist disciple" who was leaning on the counter. He lost his balance because he used too much force and slid to the ground.

The cold cement floor cooled his surging and boiling blood a little. Fang Bailu covered his eyes and panted violently:

"What the fuck is that?!"

Chapter 64: After getting drunk, I didn’t know the sky was in the water (Part )

Fang Bailu stood up, holding on to the white wall that had been painted not long ago. The dirt on the ground mixed with the sweat from his palms left a dirty palm print on the wall.

He carefully picked up the edge of "Mohist Disciple" with two fingers and half-thrown it back on the counter.

"Switch back to infrared imaging!"

Blind typing on a holographic keyboard is a very painful experience - there is no force feedback and you can't see the screen. Fang Bailu doesn't even know whether he typed it correctly.

Fang Bailu shook his head and wiped away the beads of sweat on his forehead:

"Is it black magic? Pheromone coding? Or something else..."

The closest thing he could think of to the strange situation just now was "perception magic". Just like the rumor that there were magic spells and arrays in the "Bukit Bintang" shopping mall: through the precise setting of shopping guide routes and ubiquitous signals to stimulate the cognitive system, the effect of increasing customers' desire to buy was achieved.

But the terrifying impulse brought about by that glimpse just now was like a hand reaching directly into his throat and pulling out all the lust in his body... Such a strong effect and the speed of its effectiveness were unheard of by Fang Bailu.

He pinched the acupoints on the bridge of his nose hard, trying to get rid of the curious images that kept replaying in his mind: Fang Bailu could not remember the specific details of the "knuckle man" in the room except for the vague outline and the finger-like structures all over his body. Fortunately, recalling that moment did not seem to arouse the endless lust again.

Fang Bailu used one finger to slightly lift the edge of "Mohist Disciple" and glanced over with squinted eyes - this way, if the "accident" just now happened again, he could not keep his balance and his hand would loosen, and it would be automatically cut off.

The image on the display returned to darkness: the previously indescribable "knuckle man" turned back into an infrared image flashing dimly - Fang Bailu's blind typing was successful.

Bubbles of dialogue boxes are spit out from Huang Wuye’s cartoon dog head, and the screen is filled with different caring greetings.

"Xiao Huang was not affected? Is it because it is an AI? Or is it because it has no biological body..."

"I'm fine. Turn on the infrared and continue observing."

He carefully observed the details of the "Knuckle Man" in the infrared imaging - it stood straight and motionless, and even its chest did not rise and fall when it breathed. Its torso was flat and straight, without any female sexual characteristics - but judging from its Adam's apple and lower body, it was not a man either. It was just that its delicate frame, narrow shoulders and thin limbs made it look more like a girl.

However, the impact it just brought to Fang Bailu was much stronger than when he first felt the call of his body when he was in his teens - his lower body hit the edge of the counter when he stood up, and the hard collision even made a "bang" sound.

"Hmm... if it has no sexual characteristics, if a woman sees it, it might have a similar effect..."

But what concerned Fang Bailu the most was the familiar contraction frequency of the "mural" and the electric light that occasionally flashed across the surface patterns.

This was very similar to the "inner elixir" in Anbennola's hand: it also expanded and shrank with every breath, and there was a floating grid.

Things like this that are far beyond Fang Bailu's knowledge base are often products of the old world...