Mr. Blue Eyes, I have dealt with you, and you should know me too.

It’s worth clarifying that the blue-eyed gentleman who appeared in front of me is not the same person. Counting today, he took the initiative to visit me. This is the third blue-eyed gentleman I have ever seen. They have the same hairstyle and the same clothes. He is a middle-aged white male of medium build. The blue eyes are extremely crippled. Because of this outstanding feature, people often overlook the difference in their appearance.

What is their origin? Let's make a bold guess. If Jefferson's brain is completely controlled and his memory and personality are all formatted, what is left behind? An empty shell, at this time, is connected to the nervous system through external signals to overwrite the personality, and obtain a brand-new individual, a puppet. This puppet takes orders from "them" and is even the carrier of "them" at all.

The bluing of the artificial eyes is for data transmission. Isn't the possession of "them" exactly this kind of performance?

It's really bad, this feeling is really bad. Just thinking about it makes me feel terrible.

These Leviathans, hidden in the dark, cruising quietly in the deep sea, should the world be like this? Let the gluttonous giant swallow everything, from blood and sweat, to the bone marrow of the body, and finally deprive our souls and brains. Dignity has been sold out, thoughts have been sold out, freedom has long since died violently on the mud beaches of the west coast, what is left for us?

Since this world is a game, I only feel that the game settings are a bit too scary.

"What are you doing looking for me?"

The business smile on Mr. Blue Eyes’ face is always standard and gentle, customized for human customers, “I have a big business here, and only you can complete the entire Night City.”

"Tell me, if the price is right, maybe I will pick it up too. Come, please take a seat, what can you drink?"

There is no special wine cabinet in the apartment. I usually stuff the wine in the refrigerator freezer. From an angle that Mr. Blue Eyes can’t see, I secretly took out the panacea presented by Mina, poured out about three milliliters, soaked the cotton cloth, and then Place the cotton cloth next to your body.

Looking in the mirror, the edges of my skin now have a slight golden luster, a clear and warm glow.

Immediately I stood still, and only slowly turned around and raised the Bordeaux red wine in my hand, "Come on?"

"No, thank you. I don't drink alcohol when discussing business." Mr. Blue Eye's expression is so stable and precise, and he is better at controlling details than the best gambler. This makes it impossible for me to judge his mental activity from the outside. When dealing with things, we must abandon all past thinking patterns.

This disgusting gesture made people want to shoot him in the face.

Killing the puppets does not help me defeat "them", but if there is no other way, I will do it, and I can only do that.

"Tell me about your business, hoping to make my eyes shine."

Mr. Blue Eyes is not a quiet guest. He walks around comfortably. My apartment is small and standard, so that one person will not feel bored. If two people are active at the same time, they will definitely feel uncomfortable. Mr. Eye's casual attitude made it seem that I was the customer, or that I was turned into a salesperson in a mall in front of him.

What is his behavior implying? Are you performing more "humanity" or are you taking the opportunity to evaluate my information?

But he would never just want to walk away for no reason. I am sure that all his actions are purposeful. It's just that unless he confesses, I have no idea what his purpose is.

And he must know what I was thinking. He knew I was speculating on him.

"There has always been a legend in Night City that there is a special program called Soul Killer that can erase a person's consciousness." Mr. Blue Eyes smile became more and more kind, "Many people don't believe it, but this kind of thing It does exist. Miss, you should be familiar with it."

I'm really new to this stuff.

Johnny suddenly cursed a nasty sentence, and he reacted a lot, "Don't listen to him."

But he didn't say anything yet.

Then he said, "Alt Cunningham, a genius hacker, she developed this program and created a legend. But unfortunately, her details have leaked, and there is no airtight wall in the world. The Arasaka company focused on this technology, so it kidnapped her."

Johnny smoked violently, staring at me, his eyes flushed like a burning ball of charcoal, "Let him get out, get out!"

Be quiet, Johnny, let me finish listening.

"No one can refuse Arasaka, no one can stop Arasaka. At the time, this was the iron law. In the Night City of 2023, Arasaka had the absolute right to speak. Otter Cunningham failed to keep her technology. However, she did not let Arasaka completely succeed~lightnovelpub.net~ At least she uploaded her consciousness to the Internet and turned herself into it, which dragged down the Arasaka Technology Department. The original deadlock will continue for a long time, until... …"

"Enough! Enough!" Johnny yelled at Mr. Blue Eyes, but who could hear the voice of his electronic ghost?

The dignified Johnny Silver Hand, the legendary rock boy of the Night City, seems to be a person who never cares. Now he is broken by Mr. Blue Eyes. He is angry and unreasonable, weak and unreasonable. A tough guy will not shed tears, but will only cover up sorrow with anger. If Johnny were to cry, he would surely be able to fill my apartment with tears, but he didn’t cry. He was just making a lot of noise and making me dizzy. The eli chip was malfunctioning. Thanks to the panacea, I don’t. Doesn't hurt.

Just feel sorry for Johnny.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Mr. Blue Eyes smiled, "We hope you can help us take Otter Cunningham back and welcome her back from behind the black wall."

"Interesting, but impossible. I am not going to destroy the black wall. It is not fun to be watched by network surveillance. Besides, once the black wall is broken, those who circulate will make the broken Internet crash. Conscience hackers will not do this. thing."

"Network surveillance will not trouble you. This is our guarantee. In addition, Auto Cunningham can help you solve the chip problem." Mr. Blue Eye added, "The eli chip is the one you stole from the Gangbi Building. The time bomb that came out."

"Do you know everything?"

"No, but close." His expression finally changed, from genial to arrogant reserved. This subtle difference makes my hair horrified, just like witnessing arthropods combing the dense and colorful bristles on their body.

I realized that this is my main storyline.

I am not the mountain, but the mountain is me.