Chapter 1190: The Matrix (3)

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"Hello, Mr. Anderson."
"……who are you?"
"You seem to be mistaken, Mr. Anderson, here, you have no right to ask questions, or do you want us to call you "Neo"?"
"Who is Neo?"
"Don't pretend to be a fool, Mr. Anderson, your identity, address, place of work, relationships and loans that need to be repaid, and-all the illegal activities made by the alias "Nio" through the "Matrix", we all know."
"That's not—"
"It's not an action that is expressly prohibited by the law? Think about it, Mr. Anderson, your presence here has proved that the problem between us cannot be solved by a host wearing a wig and a hammer and a group of viewers. "
"So, I can't call the lawyer, right?"
"If you insist on fighting, Mr. Anderson, that lawyer friend who always handles some minor troubles for you will refuse to provide you services."
"……what do you want me to do?"
"It seems that you are a smart man, Mr. Anderson, what we need you to do is simple, help us catch'Morpheus.'"
"Although I have heard of this famous hacker, I have never contacted him at all."
"This is not something you have to worry about, Mr. Anderson, he will take the initiative to find you."
"Heh, then I'm really flattered...so? How can I cooperate?"
"No, Mr. Anderson, it is not us that you want to cooperate with, but Morpheus."
"Then what's the point of bringing me here? Don't you worry about me saying it?"
"The first question, we need to rule out the possibility of you choosing the blue pill, and the second question, of course not afraid, come on, Mr. Anderson, smile."
"Crack."
【AD.1999.5.8】
"Huh!"
boom!
"...Damn it." Anderson, in a vertical striped pajamas, lay on the floor, complaining while clutching his dull head that didn't know where he hit it.
Just now, I seemed to have a nightmare. I fought fiercely with the department manager because of overtime. The battle was evenly matched. In the end, both broke through the glass of the building and fell straight down. When I woke up, I had fallen off the bed.
This is completely impossible. With the size of the department manager, he can lift himself up into a hammer with one hand and throw it out. How can he be evenly matched?
Hoo-hum-
Anderson also planned to lie down on the floor for a while, but found that the computer screen above his head turned on by itself, casting a strange phantom in the dark room.
"Did I forget to turn it off?" Anderson stood up, turned his head and looked at the screen, where there was a row of green subtitles flashing.
[Neo, wake up. 】
"I'm awake." Anderson patted the keyboard without any response.
[TheGrox is looking for you. ] The green subtitles are refreshed.
"Is that stuff alive?" Anderson tried to shut down to no avail.
[Follow the rabbit. ] The subtitles are refreshed again.
"I haven't gotten involved with any hacker recently?" Anderson pulled the power cord of the mainframe, hesitating.
[Someone knocks on the door, Neo. 】
咚咚咚!
The green subtitles and the knock on the door appeared at the same time, and Anderson unplugged the power cord when he was nervous.
"Oh, fortunately, if it doesn't disappear, I might have to study theology." Anderson shrugged while looking at the pitch-black computer screen.
After hurriedly changing into his coat, he walked to the door and looked out of the cat's eye.
Outside the door are two men and two women with weird hairstyles and weird makeup. The clothes they wear have many holes and hoops, which make people worry about where they will hang and then "chill"...
Anderson shook his head and threw away his imagination and opened the door: "Chol, you are two hours late and I am asleep."
"Hey, you slept too early. The young man's night starts now!" Chu whistled, and took out a small wad of banknotes from his pocket: "Here you are, an appointment, two thousand."
"Wait a minute." Anderson ordered some money to put them away, then returned to the house and took out two CDs to Cui: "Same as before."
"Oh, [Linear Algebra], [Analytic Geometry]," Cui looked at the name on the CD: "I don't think there will be any notes interested in this kind of content, Professor Neo."
"Although I have said it many times, I still have to repeat it. Don't be too arrogant. It doesn't matter if you take advantage of the situation to get some soup. But if you provoke those'bankers', it will not be just a note that will go to you." Anderson pointed. Those two CDs.
That’s what I found in the matrix. For the information about the future stock market rise and fall, those financial giants who are competing with each other will not care if mice pick up the rice grains that they leaked from their fingers, but if they are too stupid to get into the rice tank, That being pinched to death is also asking for it.
"Good professor, understand the professor."
Judging from Chu's nonchalant attitude, he didn't understand at all, but it had nothing to do with him.
"Well, you have your nightlife, I—"
Anderson was about to close the door to see off the guests, but at a glance saw the tattoo on the arm of the female companion that Chu had brought.
That is a Bugs Bunny who is eating carrots.
"Can I follow to meet the world?" He made such a strange sentence.

"Damn, I must have broken my head before." Anderson sat in a corner of the disco, holding his forehead with a headache.
Noisy human voices, confused lights, heavy metal music that almost breaks the eardrums, and men and women dancing wildly on the dance floor in fancy costumes. These things are for a programmer who needs strict logic, clear thinking, and quick response. It is a deadly poison.
Anderson decided to wait another half an hour. If the expert who hacked into his computer to leave a message does not appear, he will go straight back.
"Hello, Neo."
A soft female voice that was incompatible with the noisy environment sounded--it was not submerged by the surrounding sound.
Anderson looked up and found that the speaker was a black-haired woman wearing a heavy and complicated black evening dress and wide sunglasses on her face.
Her outfit, which was out of place for the disco, did not attract the attention of others at all, or that everyone in the disco turned a blind eye to her.
"Did you hack my computer?" Anderson asked directly.
"Your phone and social software are all monitored. We can only contact you like this. When you meet in such a place,'they' will not be tracked." The woman in black dress raised her hand and took off her sunglasses, revealing dark eyes that match her hair color. Eyes, began to look up and down Anderson: "Trinity, I think you should know me."
"Uh, of course." Suddenly seeing the legendary master in the matrix, Anderson was not particularly excited, perhaps because the other party's image is too different from what he expected, or where he actually met her: "You "They" mean...FBI? My deeds haven't reached that level yet, have they?"
"You are more important than you think," Trinity smiled slightly and put on her sunglasses again: "It seems that you have not been tracked. This is good."
Was I scanned just now? Anderson looked inexplicable.
"Morpheus wants to see you, don't be late for work tomorrow." Trinity nodded at him and turned to leave the disco. Similarly, no one noticed her along the way, but unconsciously let her go.
The hustle and bustle of heavy metal and the roar of the DJ sounded again.
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