Chapter 1187: Network judge

It has been more than forty years since the birth of the civilian Internet.
Many people have not realized how fast the development of the online world has been in these forty years.
As humanity enters the information age, Internet space is expanding at an exponential rate. Today, the size of cyberspace has long exceeded human control.
With the rise of Internet cloud computing services, a large number of virtual servers began to appear. At first, these things are still under the control of humans, but with the rapid expansion of cyberspace, the complexity of the network world has reached the point where humans cannot resolve.
Humans have built a virtual world that they can't control.
There used to be such an urban legend: It is said that in the dark center of the online world, there is a program called "anthill" that absorbs the cumbersome data on the entire human network every moment, and then uses these data and information to nurture. A living body that exists only in cyberspace.
That thing is like a real queen behind the darkness, constantly creating a variety of "work ants."
Of course, this is just a sensational rumor. but……
In the boundless void, a computer virus suddenly "awake".
-- Maintaining your own existence is the number one priority for viruses that are given a mission to destroy and plunder. It is different from viruses that are constantly "breeding" in the network. Tdk-131 does not split too many "children".
But each of them is the most cruel warrior in the online world.
"Live."
The idea first appeared, and then the idea began to spread, even overshadowing the destruction instructions left by the virus writer.
Live.
Live.
Still can't die.
At this time, the virus did not even have the concept of "self". It did not know what it was, but it produced an unusually strong desire for survival.
It "sees" that the companions are attacking a bank's firewall, many of their companions are killed, and many new companions are making up.
According to the set program, it should now rush immediately to serve as a cannon fodder for the compatriots who finally broke through here.
But... it flinched.
In order to survive, it retreats along the data channel, leaving the dangerous area where the "blood war" is erupting, hiding behind it.
The virus that was supposed to be "generous to death" was now timid. But this is not a manifestation of cowardice, but a symbol of "greatness."
- A new life was born from this dark virtual world.
"Is that right."
Lin Chi, who is lying in bed, is still thinking about the words that the Frankenstein just said: "When did you think of it?"
"yesterday."
The soft voice floated in through the door, as if it were a silk ribbon, gently rubbing Lin’s cheek:
I recalled yesterday.


Do you remember who your ‘creator’ is?
Lin Chi continued to ask questions.
Even today, the tdk-131 virus wave has ended. People still don't know where this mysterious virus came from. The criminals who wrote the virus were extremely cautious and left no trace.
Although even the organization of the Security Bureau has been dispatched, many of the money plundered by the virus has not yet been recovered.
For the origin of tdk-131, Lin Chi is also quite curious. But this time, Frankenstein still can't answer his question:
"I do not know."

Really?
Lin Chi stared at the dark door, and his eyes began to adapt to the darkness of the bedroom.
"Really." The Frankenstein's tone was categorical.
"Well, that's really a shame." Lin Chi closed his eyes again.
I don't know why, after chatting with the Frankenstein, the sleepiness finally rushed to Lin Chi. Realizing that he was finally going to sleep, Lin Chi’s speech rate slowed down a lot:
"Let's talk about it during the day, I have to sleep."
The Frankenstein outside the door was silent for a while and said, "Okay."
- Is this guy so "gentle" in peacetime?
Lin Chi, who has been with the Frankenstein on weekdays, also noticed the abnormal performance of the ai, but he did not say anything. Within a minute of closing his eyes, he fell into a sleepless dream. .
......
At midnight, many users in the illegal acceleration zone of the field are still drunk.
Most of the users who have been in the illegal acceleration zone for a long time are the losers who are unsatisfactory in real life. For those who are under pressure and almost collapsed, the field is a great place to escape from reality.
These guys who are escaping from reality use mostly weird and weird modules. There are endless kinds of tentacles, crocodiles, and mythical legendary creatures on the street. No matter what module is used, no one will be surprised.
Boom.
The feet protected by the black leather boots set foot on the streets of the thirteenth district.
The "soldier" wearing a bullet-proof vest and wearing a vintage Kevlar helmet walked slowly through the chaotic 13th district.
The module used by this visitor is quite normal compared to the monsters of different shapes on the street.
"This guest, come play computer!"
In a shop not far away, the female boss is screaming out about her "commodities". The soldiers apparently are not coming shopping, ignoring the various adult websites on the street and going straight to the distant bridge.
Turning into a dark corner, the soldier's body suddenly disappeared. In the zero point and one second, I crossed the invisible door and entered the secret area.
The faint blue light was lit up in the secret room. The area of ​​the house was only ten square meters. The soldiers stood in a small space, behind the wooden table in front of them, and stood out with a pale bone claw.
Then, a ghostly sound, floating from under the table:
"Welcome to the intelligence house, it is not the time to pick up the passengers. Please go to the official website to purchase information."
"I know who you are." The soldier's voice has no temperature, as if it is a law enforcer who is interrogating the prisoner: "I can provide what you want."
"Ha ha ha..."
The owner of the house laughed: "The next April Fool's Day is five months later."
The face under the soldier's helmet was covered with unnatural shadows, revealing only a pair of green eyes: "You are wanted, you are trying to wash yourself."
"..."
The bone claws on the table stopped, and then the order was ordered directly: "We have nothing to say."
"Do not."
At the last moment before the other party cut off the connection, the soldier stood at the wooden table and took out his identity id on the table: "To tell you the truth, the police have roughly determined the location of your real body. Now you are already dead end." But as long as you can provide the information I need, I can help you get rid of them."
"A nonsense."
This is what the owner said, and he still determined the id provided by the soldier. Then his voice suddenly rises several scales:
"An... Security Bureau?"
"Yes."
The soldier nodded and put away his identity id:
"As long as I send a message, your identity will change from ‘Internet wanted criminals’ to become an informant of the Security Bureau. The police will immediately stop pursuing you, and your previous criminal record will be written off.

As if I saw my hope of "whitewashing", the owner was already excited to forget the change of voice, almost revealing his own voice: "What do you want to ask?"

I want to know, how much do you know about the illegal acceleration zone – the 'blooded bar'?

The soldier's gaze is like a lone wolf that locks the prey: "Tell me all the information about the illegal acceleration zone. This is the only way you can avoid jail."
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