My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 72 071: Serum and Pandora

The baseball bat groaned slightly, and the sharp pain in his head warned him not to move arbitrarily.

No one noticed him.

Tinfoil and John are discussing a problem.

Baseball Bat vaguely heard a few conversations.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"This potion is valuable."

puff-

[Drug: Combat Emergency (Extremely Effective)]

The baseball bat was like a thin bamboo pole that was stuffed into the trash can after being beaten. It curled up with its thin body and lay on the table vomiting crazily.

"The dose must have been too strong."

"Then you called Gaia Cell to complain. Why is there no underage dosage label?"

John tossed the empty reagent into the corner.

Holding his belly with the baseball bat, he raised his head and looked around, looking at the two people in front of him very warily.

John noticed his look and said.

"We are ghouls. If you dare to run away, I will break your legs."

"Hey, John!"

Tinfoil had taken sleeping pills before going to bed. Now his mind was so confused that he had to go online to avoid Plato's tracking. He didn't want to face a child running for his life again.

She put a stop to John's joke.

"Give us some time, okay?"

Tinfoil took over the communication task and started chatting with the baseball bat.

She mentioned the Wanderer League, the serum, and her own Deep Web nickname.

The baseball bat gradually calmed down.

He also didn't expect to meet netizens. He was very afraid of John, who saved his life in reality, but he had great trust in tinfoil.

[Talk to the baseball bat. (optional)]

"How did you get into trouble with Plato?"

"Before the serum disappeared, the last person he saw was Bismarck, who was the director of Plato's Special Laboratory."

"How do you know?" Tinfoil asked.

"I live in the Shaozi Community. You've heard of it. They're all illegal immigrants who smuggled themselves into Eden City. It's a fucking hellish place."

Baseball bats are quintessentially Colombian.

His hair is short and thick, his nose is a bit flat, the network access compartment loaded with it is very high-end, and a very wild metal jewelry hangs from his earlobe.

Serum is a super hacker, and his real identity is a mystery.

She wanted to hide her identity so no one could find out, and Tinfoil was suspicious of the baseball bat's intelligence.

Baseball bat explained:
The community where he lives received an anonymous grant.

Things are distributed through the gang bosses, including emergency room medicines, warm clothes for new residents and various synthetic foods.

Baseball Bat wants to find out information about Good Samaritans.

He hacked into the jurisdiction's network and found the corresponding email, but unexpectedly found that the information encryption method was very similar to the serum, so he followed the material records and deduced...

After several months of hard work,
Really found out the public identity of this super hacker.

"That's nonsense. Serum is beating you up on the Internet. How can it expose such a big loophole for you to push back?"

Tinfoil crossed his arms and shook his head.

"If she was still here, she would have pinched me. When I found out, she had been missing for more than half a year."

The baseball bat's prosthetic eye flashes.

He pointed at John and the tinfoil as if dealing cards, and sent the data directly.

Unzip and expand the file.

Inside is a photo of a middle-aged woman:

He has brown hair and a tired expression. He is wearing simple cotton clothes and stands in front of a house converted from a tin box with a smile.

There are three young people next to the serum.

They are covered in tattoos and dangerous modifications. Just from the condition of their skin and their eyes, it can be seen that they have taken contraband for a long time. Judging from the style of implants...

These guys are all ghouls.

"Are you sure she is a serum? Why is she with a scumbag?"

"It's definitely her!"

Baseball Bat wants to prove his theory.

He continued to send photos to the two.

This part was newly shot. The corresponding location has obviously been found. There is dust at the door and inside of the container. No one has visited the room for a long time. There are several terminals on the table. After logging in, you can go directly to the Wanderer Alliance through the small network door. .

These will prove that the baseball bat is in the right place.

There are also some email messages exchanged.

Serum's public name is Pacifica Connor.

It seems that she once worked for a company in Europe. After leaving her job fifteen years ago, she settled in Eden City and began to use the ID of Serum to make her debut as a hacker on the Internet.

Baseball Bat obviously investigated very carefully.

"Those three ghouls were her experimental subjects."

Serum wants to try and cure cyberpsychosis.

She believed that one type of disease was due to the confusion of prosthetic data in the nerve conduction process, causing the human body to collapse, so she tried to overcome the neural barriers through network technology...

"I'm sorry, I'm a layman and I don't understand at all. Besides, is Serum awesome?"

John felt a headache and interrupted the conversation directly.

Baseball Bat pursed his lips and explained.

Serum ranks high among Eden City hackers and has developed several technologies that even big companies are trying to snatch up.

Tinfoil gave a direct example.

"The smart firearms laboratory of Faqi Industry was exposed to AI out of control. Have you heard about this matter from the media?"

"The stock price plummeted, and later the rumors were proven, and the CEOs were changed several times in a row."

Of course John remembered the news that shook the city.

Tinfoil and baseball bat looked at him.

"It's not a rumor. There really is an AI that went berserk and forced their users to commit suicide by operating smart guns. It's just that all the files at the time were blocked."

"Serum used a self-made logic cage to save half of the city's subnet, preventing tens of thousands of citizens who bought this model from committing suicide by shooting themselves. Faqi Industry asked Serum for help, paid a huge price to buy it, and successfully suppressed the riots AI, the then CEO of Faqi Industry jumped off the building, and photos of the scene were forwarded in the Wanderer Alliance."

"Fake, the company didn't cause trouble for the serum?"

"It's too late to pay for the hush money. Without that cage, the Eden City branch would have suffered a disaster."

Serum has a rich record of achievements, but is not interested in fame or fortune. He is only obsessed with research on cyberpsychiatry.

She noticed that such patients usually had symptoms such as confusion and intermittent amnesia, so she followed this idea and tried to develop a memory editing technology.

This concept has been discussed with the Wanderer Alliance.

Members, including Tinfoil and Gino, believe that the technical difficulty and the amount of data are too huge, making it impossible to implement.

But according to Baseball Bat’s survey…

The serum seems to have really done it.

She developed a special consumable implant, using it to help cyberpsychotic patients sort out their memories, allowing the hardware to share the pressure on the brain, and ultimately bring out-of-control people back to reason.

"Damn it."

Tinfoil was a little surprised. "This technology will change the world. Is there any specific research information?"

"Didn't you think of anything?"

The baseball bat snapped. "After the serum disappeared, news broke out that she left a Pandora's box in cyberspace, which may contain complete memory editing technology."

John reached out and touched the data slot on his neck.

He felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He spread his palms under the light strip and found that the back of his head was covered with sweat.

"what the hell……"

"Are you okay, John?"

Tinfoil thought he looked a little weird.

"Farke, remember the last time we met with Bismarck?"

John only told Eden.

"The Plato employee who defected used to work as a driver at Tiebang Logistics with me. What he said to me about memory confusion before he died has anything to do with this?"

"That's right."

The baseball bat findings aren’t finished yet.

Both Plato and Gaia cells had extended an olive branch to the serum and tried to cooperate with her in research. It seemed that Bismarck had successfully come into contact with the serum, but he didn't know the specific method. Messages were hastily deleted.

These contents were barely restored.

Baseball Bat uploaded his findings to the Wanderer League, and then he tried messaging the last account that Serum had spoken to.

The result ten minutes later...

Soldiers from Plato Company broke in and took him and all the documents at the scene.

"That beast's name is Bismarck, right? He forced me to ask for the data residue in the terminal. He asked me how much I knew and whether I had contacted the serum."

The baseball bat had a chill.

"I said that I had just arrived, and I just wanted to steal some valuable parts to sell on the black market. Nothing was touched."

"You're quite clever."

Tinfoil chuckled twice. "He thinks you are worthless and is so angry that he wants to kill you and silence you. So the things are really gone?"

"How is that possible! I just cleared the terminal and put all the file information into the cyberspace of the Wanderer Alliance. You can open the safe by disassembling my distress message into a data key."

"You have some ability."

Tinfoil and the baseball bat chatted a few more words.

She checked the public network, going through Safehaven's intermediary to see what Plato was up to.

The float car only made two turns before giving up completely.

Bismarck should also be acting in secret. The loss of two combat groups is already very embarrassing. If the impact is expanded, he must give the company a reasonable explanation.

This matter will end here. When the serum files are successfully auctioned on the black market network, no one will waste time on a kid like a baseball bat.

[Escort the baseball bat home. (unacommpolished)】

The auction proceeds will then be sent directly to John.

Naturally, he has to take on the finishing duties.

Baseball bats surrounded the Alloy RCH and drooled. He was also in high spirits on the way back to the whistle community. He even wanted to secretly connect a data cable to experience Ethan Berg's vehicle system up close.

"Do you know what happened to those corporate dogs?"

John's tone was calm. "I blew their heads off and left no one alive."

"Okay, man, I understand, I understand..."

The ride behind the baseball bat was completely silent.

[Eden City-Shaozi Community (Southern District)]

This place is very close to Youdong Street, and it is also the bustling edge, the area with the densest concentration of factories in Eden City.

Any stowaways who have just been reported, or fresh blood who want to start from scratch on the streets, gather here.

The housing in the whistle community is very dense.

They are mainly smugglers from South America and East Africa. They have small autonomous gangs, which are similar to a group of homeless people living in the city.

Just more helpless.

John's motorcycle attracted the attention of some residents.

He could sense that outsiders were being excluded here, so he placed the baseball bat at a safe distance for everyone.

John sat up straight, like a driver waiting at a red light.

"Can I ask a question? You have several high-end hacker prosthetics on your body, and they are ridiculously expensive. Deep network diving requires an ice pool, a life-sustaining detection system, and even if it doesn't work, you need a deep-diving suit. Where does the money come from?"

"There are many ways to make money, including network operation and maintenance, defeating firewalls, and even writing homework for idiots in public schools."

Baseball Bat puts it lightly.

But John felt very powerful. He had never paid attention to a settlement like the Whistle Community before, and he didn't know where these children learned cyber network technology.

According to Baseball Bat:
There are many powerful characters among the immigrants, and there are even wanted criminals from other cities and countries. They learn and cooperate after living in groups, and gradually spread a lot of awesome practical technologies.

Kenyans are particularly good at web compilation.

They can even take on the company’s outsourcing projects.

Baseball Bat has two brothers and one sister.

He started using super-sensory chips when he could reach the factory windows. He started by anti-virusing illegal chips and gradually grew into a hacker.

There are many teachers and students learn quickly.

Baseball Bat began to enter cyberspace to hunt for gold very early, using the money he earned to upgrade his prosthetic body and take care of his family.

John felt more and more admired.

The only time he accessed the deep cybernet was when he used a black light to burn the doctor who wanted to kill him in a black clinic.

The baseball bat was grateful to John.

"There are many gray channels in the whistle community. Next time I will find an opportunity to take you to play and find some gifts to repay you."

[New contact has been created-baseball bat]

John exchanged contact information with him, then rode his motorcycle back from the South District. On the way, he received a text message from Tinfoil, asking him to avoid Fenggang Company now.

The streets were deserted.

The transition between morning and dusk is the most tiring.

【Eden City - Haven Company】

Eden crossed his arms, picked up the coffee a little tiredly, and sighed when he saw John again.

"Can really cause trouble."

"Are you talking about me? You have to ask Tinfoil if her netizen was kicked out by Plato."

John was unconvinced.

Tinfoil frowned and passed by him, making a fist gesture. "I called you back to share information, so stop being pretentious."

She sent John the file through the team channel.

John's prosthetic eyes flashed.

I saw the picture of Serum and three ghouls again.

Tinfoil didn't want to bring the baseball bat in, so he didn't say anything at the time. He told John only after returning to the company and confirming with Eden.

She pointed to the strongest ghoul in the photo.

"This man's nickname is The Butcher."

"what?"

John felt a little familiar.

Eden said calmly, wearing a dark vest. "He was the cyberpsychopath who attacked Plato's warehouse some time ago. This is a photo of the body recovered at the scene..."

John opens the file.

The Butcher's eyes have been transformed into tactical goggles, his mouth is a filter valve connected to the respiratory system, and the side of his belly has been blown to pieces. It can be seen that there are only a few pieces of original flesh left on his body.

All are advanced implants.

Exoskeleton accessories were scattered around the body.

John continued to browse the files, and found several blurry video screenshots - the Butcher transformed into a heavy mecha monster, shooting with a heavy machine gun in the center of the sea of ​​​​fire.

Combined with baseball bat information:

The disappearance of the serum is related to Plato. The specific circumstances are unknown. Half a year later, the Butcher, who was transformed into a monster, attacked Plato's warehouse, which contained technology related to memory editing.

Bismarck was killing people everywhere.

He clearly didn't get exactly what he wanted.

"According to John's information, Plato's experiment used Tiebang Logistics employees as consumables."

Eden gradually frowned, feeling irritated.

"What are these companies doing when they get together?"

Haven Company has no stake in this matter and is simply gathering information.

John was getting even worse.

He did not reveal the secret of Black Light, but said that there was a problem with the last job he ran. Now that Tiebang Logistics is involved, he is likely to be involved in some corporate conspiracy.

Tin foil should be researched using the serum's documentation.

She would gradually spread the news to attract Bismarck's attention and prevent the baseball bat and John from being hunted.

Eden waved his hand calmly and transferred a sum of money directly.

He said that if Haven Company bought it - the information about the legendary hacker before his disappearance would be of great significance to any field if it could be related to Pandora's Box.

Before leaving.

Eden once again asked John to come to training on time.

[Task completed: minor]

[Reward: Plato’s Night Banquet BI-06, Honoraria]

John rode his motorcycle back to the Denny Street apartment.

He finished washing and lay on the bed. The sky gradually became brighter, and the protection of the night's sensibility was about to disappear.

A certain kind of empty fatigue and uneasiness climbed into the heart of the night walker with the sunshine.

　Thanks to yesing123, Dingmingcheng, Ni Shiliu, and delicious cans for the tips
　　
　
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