Chapter 984 The Luck of the Weak

 The home of Dr. Ali.

Haihara Ai sat on the chair and hung up the phone. Her head was buried between her knees, her plain white skin was slightly red, and her heart was beating loudly.

At first, she just wanted to say "I am going to the opening ceremony of the Twin Towers in Nishitama City" as if nothing had happened, and then see if her sister, or the anonymous lady, would show up there.

 But halfway through speaking, Hui Yuan Ai was shocked to find that he was actually speaking in a coquettish and willful tone to the anonymous people who might have heard the call.

After realizing this, she quickly felt guilty, reluctantly finished what she wanted to say, and immediately hung up the phone.

Hui Yuan Ai raised his hand to support his forehead and thought regretfully: He had indeed accidentally treated the anonymous lady as his sister.

“…” He actually used one person as a substitute for another person without permission… If Anonymous can really hear what he just said, I hope Miss Anonymous won’t be angry.

 She sighed guiltily.

Afterwards, Haihara Ai looked at the stopwatch in his hand that stopped at "18", reset it to zero, and deleted the record.

 …

When he first escaped from the organization, Huiyuan Ai's whole family died and he was the only one left. He was disheartened and had a weak desire to survive.

But later, with a stable living environment, a few enthusiastic and cheerful friends, and a connection with Anonymous... Haiyuan Ai's desire for survival is slowly approaching the range of a normal person.

Especially when thinking of Anonymous, Haibara Ai felt that she could not keep resting on her laurels: she had to keep pace with the times and keep up with the ever-developing cutting-edge technology in order to have the opportunity to transform from a peripheral member of Anonymous to a full member. Then she truly integrated into this extremely mysterious organization that gave her a huge sense of security.

With this idea in mind, Huihara Ai began to continuously absorb new knowledge.

Especially now, because she is living in the home of the almighty Dr. Ali, she has been exposed to a lot of programming-related things.

Therefore, every time when she secretly called her, although Haihara Ai wanted to talk to her sister more, she knew very well: she was now a "fugitive" being targeted by the organization, and she could not do whatever she wanted. things to do.

 After all, organizations have always been prominent in technology, especially in the fields of computers and medicine.

As far as Haibara Ai knows, the relatively common reverse tracking program on the market today is a device that the police often use to locate the location of callers and kidnappers. It usually takes about a minute to determine the location of the caller during the call.

 As for Dr. Ali's very unstable black technology tracking, it takes 30 seconds.

If organizations started developing this kind of thing...

Haihara Ai thought of this problem when she couldn't help but make a phone call for the first time. She carefully cut Dr. A Li's time in half and set it within the "15 seconds" range to avoid making the call too long and accidentally revealing her position.

Every time she called Miyano Akemi's apartment, Haibara Ai would think about what she was going to say in advance, and then after listening to her sister's message, she would say what she wanted to say in a very short time, like That kind of brief mood diary.

 And today…

Haihara Ai thought of the stopwatch that was set at "18" just now and frowned.

 “…” It’s a little too long, 3 seconds…it should be fine.

 In short, let’s delete the message just now…

She sighed softly and picked up the phone again.

 …

the other side.

 In the secret apartment that Miyano Akemi rented before her death.

  Vodka threw himself in front of the computer screen. Seeing the progress stuck at 18 seconds, he couldn't help but punch the table with a "boom": "Damn it, it was just a little bit close! Such luck tonight..."

"Shut up." Gin exhaled a puff of smoke with a gloomy face and said coldly, "Only the weak rely on luck." ˆ ˆ ˆ "..." Vodka thought of the average level of unluckiness in the organization and the luck of his eldest brother, and lowered his head, "I'm sorry. , I made a mistake."

I am silently reflecting and removing the word "luck" from my dictionary.

 At this moment, the phone next to him suddenly rang.

 —He actually called again.

Vodka was startled, and looked over with bright eyes, secretly expecting: He must fight for a while longer.

The positioning was broken just now, so we have to start from the beginning. But twenty seconds is actually not that much, and women love to talk on the phone. This time, as long as Shirley relaxes a little bit...

 Under his quiet gaze.

 Answering machine mode is on. On the phone, Miyano Akemi's pre-recorded sweet voice rang again: "Hello, I am Miyano, I am not..."

 “Du, Du, Du—”

 “click”

　With several key tones, the message just now was deleted.

The caller then hung up the phone neatly, and the room returned to calm.

 Vodka: “…” How could this be so.

He was stunned for a moment, looked at Gin, and said anxiously: "Brother, could it be that she smelled our breath..."

"No." Gin seemed to know Shirley very well, "Although she is a person whose mind is dominated by emotions and has just stepped out of the ivory tower. And she has been studying academics since she was a child and has never seen such scenes. But no matter what, she After all, she was once one of us, so she should have some sense of confidentiality - Shirley probably just didn't want to leave a recording on the phone. It's a pity, huh, she probably wouldn't have dreamed that we were listening right next to the phone."

Vodka perked up: "In other words...she will call again like before?"

“Not in a short time.” Gin sneered, “But, it seems that this time, even God is on our side.”

 Vodka was stunned for a second, vaguely feeling that these words were related to "luck".

However, this is obviously not the point.

 He quickly caught the real keyword: “The opening ceremony of the Twin Towers in Seymour City!”

 This is the news revealed in Shirley's phone call just now.

Gin nodded and stood up, full of murderous intent: "We just need to get rid of the computer room of that building. Since Shirley offered it to the door, I will reluctantly accept this gift."

He walked to the window and looked outside the room through the gap in the heavy curtains.

The view here is good, and you can just see the "Nishitama City Twin Towers" in the night from a distance.

“‘I want to see my sister there, no matter what she looks like now’… Do you think that the undead will linger in the place she liked when she was alive? Huh, you are so naive that you feel silly.”

Gin recalled what Shirley had just said, and thought about the death of Miyano Akemi, who he personally confirmed, and laughed softly: "I miss my sister to the point where I want to see ghosts. It's a pity that there are no ghosts in this world, so I can only send them away Reunion in heaven."

He raised his head, and his eyes reflected the towering Twin Towers in the distance, as if he had already seen the tragic collapse of them: "Since it is known as the 'closest place to heaven,' it can be used as the guillotine for the traitor.

“It’s a pity that this magnificent building will end forever on the day it opens.”

 (End of this chapter)