Chapter 8 I Lin Mong Kok

My consciousness quickly woke up. Hundreds of millions of parts of the whole body were disassembled and transmitted, and then recombined and returned to their places one by one. I leave raster. Although the transmission time is very short, probably less than ten seconds, but I have already gone to Mongkok, which is far away from Causeway Bay.Without the raster, the walking time in the online world would be at least an hour.Still no reply from the owner. However, I had lost contact with him for more than seventy-two hours, so I didn't have high hopes.After making sure no one was following me, I walked into a nearby side street.

Lin lives here, and her owner actually lives in Mong Kok in the real world. They were friends long before I served the master.The owner never mentioned how they started, nor did she mention her background information, presumably a childhood friend. As for why the master wanted me to continue looking for other opposite sexes on the Internet when I already had a female partner, he didn't explain. I used to match her with the owner in private, and the score was only more than fifty, no wonder, no wonder. That being the case, why did the master continue to communicate with her?This doesn't qualify for return on investment and is a complete waste of time.

Lin's only advantage is that she doesn't have a lot of theories and complaints like the female philosophers I met just now, and she is more willing to listen - no matter ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, gossip women are never welcome. I shouldn't think too much at the moment, I just know that if there is only one person in the world who can be trusted, it must be her.If I can't contact Master from the online world, maybe I can find him from the real world through her. Unlike Internet Causeway Bay, which is full of high-tech buildings, Internet Mong Kok looks dilapidated, rough, and mixed. Like the real world, it is also a place where Internet gangsters run rampant.All kinds of advertisements that cannot be seen in Causeway Bay abound here.

I really don't understand why a woman chooses to live in Mong Kok, a place full of dragons and snakes, and I don't even understand why she chooses Mong Kok as her base in the online world! What a lack of imagination.Human beings are really strange, and their thinking has no logic at all. "Three, four. Three, four." "Live demonstration, complete experience." "Surreal feeling, unparalleled." Except for a few common punks who uttered such verbal advertisements in my ears—otherwise it wouldn’t be Mong Kok—there was no movement in the vicinity, and it seemed relatively safe.

I passed through several familiar streets, passed through the main entrance of an old tenement building, stepped on the creaking stairs, and climbed to the second floor. The door of her house is also dilapidated, and it is impossible to tell that there is a girl living inside. Perhaps, this is also a way of self-protection, at least it seems to be completely integrated into the half-right and half-evil atmosphere of Internet Mong Kok. ring the bell. open the door. go in. Lin's appearance has not changed much, unlike some humanoid software that changes into different hairstyles, makeup and clothing almost every hour, she has almost never changed her appearance since we met, she is a rare animal.

Sometimes I even suspect that she either doesn't know how to use the transformation program, or doesn't even have a transformation program at all.The furnishings in her home were similar to last time, unchanged. Just one door away, I finally get rid of the Jianghu flavor of Mong Kok, and return to a pure girly space, with a lot of ordinary girly furnishings and gadgets.It's just that the apartment is very small and cramped. It's really weird that she treats herself so lightly when the space in the online world is relatively more abundant than in the real world. However, these are not the point.

Before I sat down, she asked, "Have you watched the news? There has just been a big explosion in the Internet Causeway Bay." She gestured to the wall-mounted TV in passing—not the stereo—and she hopped the antique to the news channel. I thought she would replay the news clip just now, no, no, there is a live broadcast now. Various procedures are rushing to restore the network of Causeway Bay, but due to the severe damage, tens of thousands of households and businesses have been destroyed. According to the latest estimates, it will take at least 48 hours to complete the reorganization.

"Some netizens said that this is 911 in Causeway Bay." The reporter added, "No organization has admitted responsibility yet." The situation just now still remains in my visual memory for a long time, and I still have lingering fears: "I just came from there." She asked with surprise on her face, "You managed to escape in time?" "Long story, long story short, this attack was directed at me." She couldn't help laughing, "Aiming at you? What joke? Why did he attack you?" "I have no idea." "Are you suspicious, or misunderstood?"

"Not likely. The guy hung me for a long way, and then as I was looking back at him, he shot me, and it was just like what was on TV." She conjures up a couch—Jesus, it's still pretty old—and motions us to sit down. "Listen to me, calm down and listen to me. Who the hell are you? What's worth attacking?" I am calm. I'm not a human being, just humanoid software, I mainly think logically, and rarely get carried away by emotions. "It's not me who is sacred? I'm just humanoid software, and it doesn't matter at all. My master is the important person."

"Your master just runs a noodle stall at home and sells noodles." "Yeah, that's the problem." "What's wrong with selling noodles? Does anyone want his secret recipe for making noodles?" Lin's mind is not very good all the time, and of course you can't tell her face to face.I can't gain or lose my master's girlfriend. "I don't want to explain too much. All I know is that I have lost contact with my master for more than seventy-two hours. No matter how many text messages I send to his cell phone, there is no reply. Could you ask your master to contact him and ask him to find me, Or inform him and tell him to be careful about his personal safety in the real world, I'm afraid he will have an accident."

She listened, put away her smile, and frowned. I have bad omens. Although I am a humanoid software, I also have a bit of intuition. I will look at people's brows and foreheads. She really frowned deeply, walked back and forth for a few steps before saying: "I'm afraid of another thing." "what?" "I also lost contact with my master for over seventy-two hours." I felt a chill in my heart. To be precise, I felt the data in my memory running wildly. "It seems that my deduction is correct. The attack just now was really aimed at me." I didn't want to draw this conclusion, but in the end I said: "It is very likely that our master has been killed." "What has our master done?" "I don't know, but they definitely won't lose contact with us for no reason." Her face turned pale immediately. I thought I could ask her for help when I came here, but it turned out to be the opposite. I made a sharp turn in my brain, took the position of the other party, and thought about the next move, and soon came to an even worse result. "I think we have to leave here immediately, the other party will come to the door sooner or later." "But where?" "Anywhere is safer than here." I dragged her out of the door and said, "We are both unarmed, let alone the powerful attack just now, even a hacker with a little martial skill can wipe us out with a single finger... Don't worry, I have a friend who can tide us over." As I walked, I remembered the master's diary.Check it out for clues.