Chapter 59 Colonel I Read

After the Colonel returned to Tokyo, no one contacted her. Like thousands of travelers, she returns to the city where she lives.A city big enough to allow itself to be swallowed. At home in Akasaka, everything is the same as when I left. As she showered, she checked her Swiss bank account. There is an extra sum of money, but the silver code is much less than the original reservation. She laughed and turned to the news station. The news reported that Demon God Sect was attacked by another mysterious organization for unknown reasons. The colonel—that is, I—had a vague feeling that this had a lot to do with the experience of those few days, and the timing was completely coordinated, but it was impossible to guess what it was.

I’m like her alter ego, tightly squeezed in the same body as her original personality, participating in her life, including her phone calls with people in the organization: "Yes, the woman named Tianzhao has escaped." The subordinate said. "How did you escape?" asked the colonel. "Probably because her guards were negligent! Or, they were deceived by her beauty. The news is not telling the truth." "Is there such a thing?" I don't have human standards for beauty and ugliness, and I have never understood why beauty tricks can succeed. "Beauty! The biggest weakness of a man." said the colonel. "How do we take over?"

"Taking over? The organization that placed the order has lost contact, and it seems that they will not pay the remaining arrears. This work is over, no, it's over, it's over." Unexpectedly, after Amaterasu was arrested, he could recover his freedom by himself.This woman is really not simple. I'm reading the world through the Colonel's senses. This eyeball is not just a prosthetic eye, but a microcomputer, which contains a lot of data files, including plain text and videos.Includes the Colonel's diary. There are so many that I can watch them for decades. The Colonel seemed to store in this eyeball computer data she needed and didn't want—or, couldn't—remember in a human brain.

I always thought that this technology was only in the research stage, but unexpectedly, it has reached the application level. Just like my own hurricane-level humanoid software, which should have been destroyed, is still in the world today. I don't want to leave here just yet. I want to survive in this other hidden identity and try to be a real human being, not only to further understand the operation behind this organization, but also to understand what human beings are like. I am probably not the only strange person in the world. After all, being able to log into a person's brain so smoothly and connect perfectly does not mean that I am lucky. It only means that this technology is very mature and not known to ordinary people.

I don't know who or where the others are.I also can't advertise, or find people on social networking sites.