Chapter 1203 1203 [Gin's death scene]

The original email should look like this.

But now, Gin took a closer look at the parts in the middle. Then I found that although many of the keywords in the emails that he had sent overlapped with what he wanted to say, what he actually sent was

[Just now, I, Belmod, Uzo and Vodka went for a pair of high-tech glasses. The doctor said it would help me with the identification problem I am currently struggling with.

Nowadays, the progress of medicine is getting faster and faster. After I checked with a professional, I learned that there is really no big problem with the pair of glasses. In addition, I don't know why, I always feel that there is a shadow of Shirley in this treatment plan, which overlaps with her research field.

I would like you to investigate the origin of this eyeglass treatment solution, I think Shirley may have slipped into their development team and led the research - I'll call up a few others right away, at your disposal. ]

This messy email, although it doesn't mean that the preface doesn't make sense. But it also doesn't look like anything a sober gin could write.

It's more like something that comes out inadvertently when you're tired enough to sleepwalk, symbolizing the obsession in the bottom of your heart.

"..." Gin read those words, and was a little dazed for a while - if what happened just now was too real, he would have suspected that he was sleepwalking.

He deleted the nonsense without faith and rewrote an email that he really wanted to write.

This time, Gin's hand was much slower, his eyes fixed on the screen like a prey, and he read while writing.

Then, with a little cold sweat, he discovered that every time he wrote key information, he would unconsciously forget what he wanted to write and write a nonsense that didn't matter.

This state of being hypnotized will undoubtedly make the person horrified.

Gin suddenly remembered what the anonymous boss said when he was digging Uzo in front of them - "Don't worry about the few people next to you, they have promised to keep it secret and won't leak it."

When I heard this sentence just now, Jin Jiu's attention was still focused on "how to cut the anonymous boss into eight pieces", and only thought it was an empty promise to coax Wu Zuo.

But now it seems

Gin: "..." Before entering the game, what was written on the "User Privacy Policy"? !

And that is actually a rule that must be followed?

How Anonymous did it. Does that weird pair of gaming glasses still have the role of auxiliary hints?

Regardless of the cause, the result is certain.

It seems that he can't report this matter to the boss for the time being.

We have to find a way to get rid of this weird state.

Also, the other three

Qin Jiu remembered something. After clearing the information, he exited the mailbox interface and redialed the call to Jiang Xia.

"Hello?" Gin asked, were you also influenced by that hint? "How was your night's rest?"

The sound of breathing on the other side of the phone paused slightly.

After a while, Qin Jiu heard Jiang Xia laugh and said as if seeing through everything: "Have a good rest - what's the matter, are you envious?"

"..." Two blue veins popped out of Gin's forehead, you know I'm asking about the game. "I also rested well."

Gin can't stand this kind of negative conversation.

He resisted the urge to smash his phone: "...Go to the Hagson Bar, right now."

hung up the phone.

Then he regained his senses and realized that he might have chosen the wrong person to communicate with.

Among the three "teammates" tonight, Gin really agrees with Uzo's analytical ability the most.

But thinking about it carefully, in the face of such a bizarre thing, Wu Zuo's first reaction is probably "I find it interesting", he may not really cooperate with him to figure out the situation, but he will play with others, and the efficiency of exchanging information is very low... This Sometimes you need a more honest teammate.

Thinking like this, Gin went to the meeting point and called Vodka and Belmod to try it out.

After a few minutes, Gin finally confirmed something.

Vodka and Belmode, likewise, will suddenly turn to some household topics when they mention things related to "holographic games".

In this way, I couldn't correctly express the "holographic game", it really was because of the so-called "user confidentiality clause".

"..." Gin couldn't help but look a little ugly when he thought of this feeling of suffocation that he had a lot of important information but couldn't express.

Not to mention this is not a simple matter - Anonymous has mastered such a terrifying technique unknowingly. At this time, perhaps in addition to the four of them, other people have also been pulled into this game, and are inadvertently promoting the unknown unknown terrible plan...

Must find a way to report this kind of thing to the organization.

Gin was trying to find a way to solve it, while driving to the meeting point.

the other side.

Jiang Xia held the phone and glanced down at the phone that Gin hung up: "..." Gather at the bar?

You can only enter the bar at the age of 20, especially the Hagson bar, which is organized behind the back and has always been strictly controlled. I don't know if Gin is too busy to forget, or I'm worried that other meeting places will not be open at this time.

But Jiang Xia thought about it and felt that the problem was not big:

Gin can bring people in by brushing his face, Belmod is good at disguising, and he will never be stopped at the door, just to experience the bar atmosphere in the real world in an open and honest way - this is something that Noah can't experience in a virtual tavern. of happiness.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xia quickly put on his clothes and went out, covered his face, and went straight to the bar he had been to once.

When arrived at the place, he happened to meet Belmod who just got off the bus.

Belmode is proficient in disguise, and often imitates the gait and posture of other people, and has always been very observant in this regard.

Although Jiang Xia meant to wear a mask, she quickly recognized the person and waved to Jiang Xia.

Jiang Xia walked towards her while looking up at the commercial building.

Then he was slightly surprised to find that even in the early hours of the morning, the lights were still bright here, and many shops were lit, which was completely different from what he imagined "only the bar is open".

The two quickly met at the entrance of the building and walked side by side towards the elevator.

It was a long time after midnight, but it was still a long way from dawn. There were not many guests, and only the two of them took the elevator.

Bermode was the closest to the button. She was about to press the down button to drive to the bar, but suddenly remembered something, turned her head and glanced at Jiang Xia, and began to move her hand up.

In my impression, there is a sushi restaurant that is also an industry under the organization, and the confidentiality is good.

(end of this chapter)