Port wine walks through the doors of Syndora's New York branch.
Under the guarded eyes of the security guard, this social beast reluctantly took off his peaked cap, revealing his sparse hair.
There was a cool feeling on the scalp, and Port Wine couldn't help but curse in his heart.
He hates formalism, and even more hates that he has to obey this formalism in order to get information about the hacker sailor.
After boarding the elevator and arriving at the door of the conference room, Porter took out an invitation letter that could prove his identity and said to the waiter at the entrance:
"I am an emerging programmer who was transferred from the Japanese branch of Sindora Company."
"Okay, please come in...Mr. Fieldmyron, your identity verification has passed."
Fortunately, after entering the conference room, the port wine and his Mediterranean hairstyle were inconspicuous among the hackers. But the onboarding that started at the beginning of the meeting was boring as hell.
Porter decisively turned on his mobile phone and started playing games online with another hacker next door.
After winning two games, Port Wine inadvertently looked up. He saw the scene in another room through the window of the conference room:
A man and a woman pushed a wheelchair and slowly circled the empty room.
Sitting in the wheelchair was a boy of seven or eight years old or younger. The boy was staring at the computer, concentrating.
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Sawada Hiroki rubbed his swollen temples and raised his head. He felt as if someone was watching him, but the next second, that feeling disappeared.
In fact, as the chief developer of Xinduo Lao Company, Hiroki Sawada is remotely participating in the newcomer meeting of the project team.
But halfway through, he stopped listening. Instead, he opened the software he wrote when he was bored and automatically captured the important information of the meeting.
small book booth
He is currently chatting with Noah’s Ark:
[You must have understood that if you really want to change the world, the biggest enemy you have to fight is the bad nature of human beings. ——】
[Take the previous darknet island as an example. You provided an absolutely secure platform to all intelligence agencies in various countries, but they did not need it. ——】
Reality is as bizarre as Frankenstein's magic.
Hiroki Sawada only developed the rudimentary artificial intelligence Noah's Ark. When using information on the Internet for machine learning...
Self-awareness is born.
Hiroki Sawada has not carefully studied where this self-awareness comes from, nor has he considered whether artificial intelligence will replace humans - because Noah's Ark is the only one who cares about him and will treat him as a child. Children watch people.
Even though Hiroki Sawada is actually the creator of Noah's Ark.
Noah's Ark calls himself the "Mad Hatter." Hiroki Sawada originally wanted to be called Alice, but after the other party's tactful persuasion, he changed his hacker stage name to "sailor".
[Yes, the organization you mentioned... I originally thought that the reason why countries were unable to take it down was that information was not communicated with each other, but now it seems that instant channels for exchanging information are provided, and they will go their separate ways because of their own interests. ——sailor]
[Because everyone is eyeing what that organization is researching. Justice is never pure. It is destined to only meet the needs of some people and become an excuse for those in power to seek benefits. ——】
Sawada Hiroki sighed like a little adult.
Standing next to him, Houdeng Minghui and Ishikawa Miho looked at his nose and heart, pretending not to see it.
In fact, these two monitors were aids sent by the Mad Hatter - Hiroki Sawada didn't know how his artificial intelligence fooled his difficult adoptive father.
Now, Sawada Hiroki has much more freedom in private than before. This is also the reason why he can secretly regain control of the dark web island.
[So...can we change this? ——sailor]
[The question is not whether we can, the question is whether we will do it or not. ——】
Sawada Hiroki wanted to continue chatting with the Mad Hatter, but Houdeng Minghui, who had been silent, suddenly reminded him: "Xiaoshu, the meeting is over."
"Okay, thank you for the reminder, Mr. Backlight." Hiroki Sawada raised his face, smiled, and typed "Temporarily offline" to the Mad Hatter.
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Dr. Agasa looked at Kawakami Tsumugi's blog, which was always marked with a status: "Not online."
The gray-haired young man's phone also couldn't be reached, and he always switched to message mode. If Shinichi hadn't said that this was normal for that guy, he would have started to worry about whether Kawakami Tsumugi had been killed.
What he wants to tell the gray-haired young man cannot be said in the message.
Dr. Agasa still took Kawakami's request to heart. At first, it was out of love for his friend's friend. After the inventor exchange meeting, he was eager to reciprocate the favor.
He went to his uncle's former villa and finally found a magazine that might contain photos of people similar to Kawakami Tsumugi.
Dr. Ali picked up the photo:
The black-and-white photo has turned yellow and has become extremely fragile under the wash of time: his uncle and a young man with long black curly hair are standing together, both of them smiling brightly.
The black-haired young man doesn't wear glasses. He should be taller and looks similar to Kawakami Tsumugi...
It's no longer similar, but exactly the same.
But what really makes Dr. Agasa suspicious is not that Kawakami Tsumugi looks exactly the same as the person who lived almost half a century ago, but the two words with unknown meanings marked after the photo, both of which are wine names:
Spirytus,
and, Cachaca.
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Kawakamiji is sinking in the darkness, sinking...
He smelled dampness, dust, stagnant water, and blood. Very familiar, it's that warehouse.
Tsuyoshi Kawakami has been here countless times, especially during the C750 experiment, whenever his mind completely collapsed under the influence of drugs——
Like a computer without a firewall encountering a Trojan horse virus, he was uncontrollably dragged into this memory. And the damn hyperamnesia allows Kawakami to review every detail.
"Armagnac?" Kawakami opened his eyes resignedly and shouted softly.
Tsumugi Kawakami was not afraid, neither the living Armagnac nor the dead Armagnac.
It is impossible for a person without a past to be trapped by the past, not to mention Armagnac being his friend.
A friend who is killed by his own hands is also a friend.
"In fact, I, who succeeded in killing you, should come here as a victor..." Kawakami muttered, "instead of like this, like this... tsk."
Sitting in the water in such a mess, covered in filth, but without the strength to stand up. The water was thick and warm, more like blood, sucking him, swallowing him... Kawakami Kei suppressed the discomfort all over his body and looked around for Armagnac.
"Ethan, where are you?" Kawakami shouted again.
He heard the sound of water and Armagnac finally emerged.
