Chapter 33 Losing Control (2)
"I suggest that the nine o'clock press conference be temporarily canceled."
Home planet, Pearl Harbor City, a luxury hotel not far from the police station, a conference room somewhere.
Lin Weilin stood in front of the board of directors made up of virtual projections. The suit he wore was neat and elegant, and his tone of voice did not fluctuate much.
But the expressions of the dozen or so men and women present were a little subtle at this moment.
A gray-haired female director said warmly:
"I'm not questioning Miss Wei Na's ability. Under the current public opinion situation, all of Miss Wei Na's work has achieved certain results, which is very rare.
“But we first announced the time of the press conference, and then stopped the press conference because of the ghost threat. This would inevitably cause a huge blow to our group’s image and credibility.
"Vina, we are a technology company after all."
Lin Weilin pursed her lips slightly, as if she had been prepared for this argument, and immediately refuted it:
"I personally feel that it is the lesser of two evils. It has been a week since the ghost appeared and our technical department has not made any progress.
"I am not targeting the technology department. There is a significant generation gap between the technical methods used by Ghost and our technical methods. This is a fact that cannot be ignored. We are now regarded by users as an unscrupulous businessman who cannot even do basic server maintenance. .
"In this case, we continue to hold the press conference to give this ghost a stage to appear... I don't want to go into too much detail on such a simple truth. If this press conference is really held, it will probably be a PR disaster.”
The old man at the main seat was silent, seeming to be thinking about something.
Some directors couldn't help but complain: "We pay such high salaries every year to support those technicians. Are they of no use at all now?"
One of the directors was quite rational: "You can't blame them. They are also very good at their daily work. We are an entertainment technology company that provides game communities, game connection channels and other services. Ghost has military-grade technology. It is still a prohibited field, and there has been no news about brain-imitation technology for many years.”
"The military industry is a hundred years ahead of the civilian industry. Isn't it the norm for the nine star clusters now?"
"The development of civilian technology is not only progressive, but often regressive, but military technology has always been forward. They don't have to consider social impact, development and operation costs, and competition among the nine star clusters is nothing. Secret.”
"Do ghosts come from other star clusters?"
"Looking at it now, this is the only possibility."
"Okay, everyone."
Gao Wengong, who was in the main seat, finally spoke up, and the virtual conference room quickly became quiet.
This old man who has dominated the business circles of his home planet for decades said in a low voice:
"If it were under normal circumstances, we should really stop this press conference to prevent the ghost from taking the opportunity to expand its influence. Wei Na's judgment is excellent and accurate.
"But today is different. The Homestar Defense Force has sent a technical team, and they will arrive at your hotel in five minutes.
"Yes, the defense force of our home planet has begun to help us resist this turbulent ghost. They will eliminate the negative impact of the ghost in the shortest possible time."
The other directors were more or less surprised when they heard this.
"Homeworld Defense Force?"
"Don't they have to accept the supervision of the nine star clusters, and it requires very complicated procedures to do it?"
"That's it, the ghost matter will be solved today."
The expressions of the directors turned cloudy and clear to the naked eye.
Lin Weilin also breathed a sigh of relief, bowed slightly to Gao Wengong and said: "Since the chairman has made the decision, my team and I will naturally follow the board's arrangements and the nine o'clock press conference will be held as normal."
"Go and do your work Vina, you are indeed outstanding."
Gao Wengong smiled kindly.
……
When Zhao Dafu walked to the witness room where Wang Ze was staying temporarily, Wang Ze had already changed into a crisp suit, sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and played with his cube phone.
Qi Ming was humming a pleasant tune and stood in front of the mini bar, making a delicious and healthy instant breakfast for her boss.
"Mr. Wang?"
Zhao Dafu stood at the door and greeted softly, and asked the doubts in his heart: "Are you really not going to the press conference? It is already past 8:40."
Wang Ze smiled and said: "I am a little dissatisfied with the way your company handled this issue, so I will not participate in the subsequent matters... Director Zhao, will you come in and sit down? Xiao Qi will prepare some hot tea."
Zhao Dafu was a little speechless.
He adjusted his glasses, with a heavy look of tiredness on his plump face. After a slight hesitation, he sat down on the wooden chair opposite Wang Ze.
Wang Ze asked: "Director Zhao, don't you have to watch the press conference?"
"A few minutes ago, the home planet's military took over. I just left the technical team to do normal maintenance. There is nothing I need to do."
Zhao Dafu shrugged, his whole person exuding fatigue from the inside out.
He took out his Internet access terminal, which was in the style of a candy bar phone. He called up a few pictures on it and swiped them to show them to Wang Ze.
They were several groups of home planet defense troops wearing light green camouflage uniforms, and they had already set up defenses at the intersection of the hotel.
Wang Ze raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "This is a good thing."
"Well, they must have the means to deal with that ghost," Zhao Dafu also showed a relaxed smile, "The news I heard is that this time it is a relatively well-known technical team, and they are carrying military weapons against brain-simulating technology. .
"The confrontation props that Mr. Wang gave us before have not been used because the whereabouts of the server where the brain is located have not been found.
“But this press conference is a good opportunity.
"It seems that our home planet's military wants to use this press conference to directly eliminate this ghost and return public opinion to normal."
When he said this, Zhao Dafu's face was full of joy.
That ghost has become his nightmare.
Wang Ze sat there, lost in thought, his expression slightly solemn.
Qi Ming came over with tea, Zhao Dafu thanked him and continued to wait for Wang Ze's opinion.
Director Zhao is very free now. The home planet's military does not have to deal with him at all. They directly control the network near the hotel and take away the highest authority of Wei Xing's server groups from the board of directors.
Nothing to do with him at all.
But seeing Wang Ze's expression at this moment, Zhao Dafu was a little unsure and asked in a low voice:
"Mr. Wang...is there any problem?"
"No problem," Wang Ze smiled, "I'm just thinking that if the home planet's military can't capture this ghost, then the origin of the ghost will be somewhat intriguing."
"Boss," Qi Ming reminded from the side, "the live broadcast of the press conference has begun to warm up."
"Open it."
"Good boss."
Several light blue rays of light intertwined, and a curved virtual projection screen was formed in a few milliseconds, on which multi-angle images of the press conference were projected.
Zhao Dafu also became energetic and moved his chair to the side of the sofa.
He whispered: "This is the first time for me to watch this kind of press conference. I usually either stare at the data or the traffic channel, for fear of something going wrong."
Wang Ze made a few control gestures and quickly browsed the conference site.
The layout is almost the same as last time, except that there are some more professional soldiers from the home planet defense force here and there. They mainly control the first floor of the hotel.
"Boss," Qi Ming sat in another corner of the sofa, one meter away from the boss, "This press conference also provides a virtual enhanced perspective, allowing the audience to appear near the venue through avatars."
"This is quite humane."
"Well, the line from this perspective is blocked! Are so many people paying attention to this matter?"
"I'll adjust it," Zhao Dafu said with a smile, holding his own network access terminal and operating it for a while.
Half a minute later, there were some shallow figures on the projection screen, and there were already three floors inside and three floors outside, surrounding the building from the ground to the sky.
Qi Ming asked in surprise: "How is this done?"
"A few small plug-ins, I will share them with Miss Qi later," Zhao Dafu adjusted his glasses, seeming to have found the confidence of the chief technician of Weixing Group.
Wang Ze's expression became more solemn, and his eyes kept moving from different angles.
Qi Ming thought for a moment, then opened another projection screen and summarized the barrages from the main live broadcast room of the conference.
At this moment, the barrage is rapidly refreshing the screen. Occasionally, at a glance, you can see a few messages that have been repeated over and over again.
[The home planet defense team is out! 】
[Weixing Group’s hands and eyes are astute! 】
[Where is Detective Wang Ze? I won’t watch the press conference without Detective Wang Ze! 】
[Weixing Group’s hands and eyes are astute! 】
Zhao Dafu curled his lips: "A group of repeating robots."
As an employee of Weixing Group, I naturally understood the sarcasm implicit in the words ‘hands and eyes reaching the sky’.
At 8:48, Lin Weilin, He Chou, and a middle-aged woman wearing camouflage uniforms quickly entered the scene from the left,
The barrage immediately began to flood the screen with the word [Wang Ze].
"The boss is very popular," Qi Ming couldn't help but sigh.
Lin Weilin's voice came out through the projection screen:
"The press conference officially started at nine o'clock. Attending the press conference today are Major Hao Renjia, spokesperson of the Home Planet Defense Force, and our old friend Captain He Qiuhe, who will introduce us to the major case later."
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Sparse applause suddenly sounded from below.
Some reporters couldn't help but raise their hands and ask: "Excuse me! Will the ghost really show up? If the ghost shows up, will it be possible to prevent him from continuing to commit crimes!"
Lin Weilin frowned slightly.
But before she could speak, the lady sitting in the center had already solemnly spoken:
"This question is the meaning of my presence here today."
Lin Weilin immediately said: "Everyone, please wait a moment. After the press conference officially begins, we will leave ample time for questions and answers."
Eight fifty-two.
Wang Ze seemed to be a little distracted. He seemed to be staring at the press conference in the main perspective, but his eyes had no substantial focus.
At the open door, several young police officers also looked at the room and rubbed the projection screen in the room.
Zhao Dafu asked in a low voice: "Isn't the ghost a false shot?"
"Director Zhao, have you ever searched for ghosts without results?" Wang Ze suddenly asked.
"Well, it's really strange to say that," Zhao Dafu was slightly embarrassed and explained in a low voice, "We used the toolbox from Tianze Technology and the toolbox given to Deputy Director Gong by the home planet's military to call our With 60% of the computing power of the Weixing Group, they just couldn’t find the location of the opponent’s brain.
"There is a most basic condition. The simulated brain requires a lot of computing power, and the computing power needs to be provided by high-performance large computers... It will always consume power, right? But we can't find any trace."
Wang Ze asked again: "Did the number of Liming Street users fluctuate yesterday?"
"This, yes... there was a sharp decline in the early hours of last night."
Zhao Dafu answered honestly, completely forgetting what a business secret was.
Wang Ze nodded and glanced at the time in the corner of the projection screen.
The branch of the clock just jumped, pushing the entire universe to the next sixty-second era through the scale set by human civilization.
Eight fifty-five.
The press conference was quiet, and everyone seemed to have foreseen that the next five minutes would be very difficult.
At the console in the corner of the press conference, a physical screen displayed the situation throughout the hotel. A military drone suspended on the roof of the hotel could even detect the stratigraphic structure here.
at the same time.
The top floor of the hotel.
Two armed defense force guards checked all the rooms and walked towards the elevator entrance.
They did not chat, and their expressions were quite serious.
However, just on the other side of the elevator room, the hidden door that was supposed to have [Firefighting Equipment] written on the virtual enhanced interface did not have any sign at the moment.
Inside the hidden door, a pair of eyes stared at the two guards through their own glasses through the wooden board.
He kept watching the guard enter the elevator, and the elevator quickly slid down. The man inside the door slowly closed his eyes and exhaled softly.
He was a little hungry, so he took out a small bottle from his pants pocket and drank it.
[They should pay for their mistakes. 】
The space in this fire equipment room is quite spacious, and it is usually used as a temporary storage room by the cleaning service staff.
"It's almost time."
A voice sounded in the earphones of his sunglasses. The speaker should be a young man.
"Well," the man responded in a low voice, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, and murmured: "I hope we can meet again on the road, Jin."
There was no response from the headphones.
The man inside the door rubbed his swollen face, and the look in his eyes gradually changed from timid, nervous, and painful to firm.
[They will be punished for their sins. 】
The man grabbed the peaked cap on the side and put it on, put on a light blue work uniform, slowly opened the hidden door here, carrying a bulging backpack, and quickly rushed to the stairs leading to the roof. .
The iron door leading to the roof was ajar.
This obese man seemed to have practiced it many times. He moved skillfully and stood close to the wall behind the door. He took out a black cylinder the size of a pen hidden in his sleeve.
A few seconds later, the cylinder flashed green, reminding him that there were no signs of life on the top of the building, only a dozen spherical drones floating there.
He breathed a sigh of relief, stuffed the cylinder into his backpack, and began to make his next plan.
[The souls of injustice who cannot rest in peace roar in the dark night. 】
He took out a black ball in his backpack and pressed the red button on the top.
Buzz——
The ball began to vibrate, breaking free from the man's big hand, spinning in front of him, and throwing out a light red trajectory.
More than a dozen military drones suspended on the roof of the building trembled at the same time and automatically fell to the nearest ground.
The augmented reality interface on the roof of the building, which was originally crowded with avatars, suddenly turned black at this moment, and hundreds of virtual users who came here lost their signal.
At the console in the corner of the hotel lobby, the top row of small displays suddenly went black, and several technicians in camouflage uniforms immediately shouted anxiously.
[The starlight that should have been bright was annihilated in the flames. 】
Rooftop.
The man pushed open the iron door on the roof and placed his backpack at the door. Black balls flew out of it.
These spheres are arranged in a Rubik's Cube array and emit rays towards the center;
The rays quickly intersect and weave.
A dark shadow.
The black shadow wrapped in black air and covered with a cloak quickly condensed under the interweaving of these rays, and its eyes flashed brightly.
ghost.
[We will cleanse sin with sin. 】
The slightly obese man's Adam's apple trembled as he stared at the ghost in front of him, seemingly in a trance.
"Time."
The ghost reminded softly.
The man came back to his senses, immediately raised his hand and tore off his blue coat, revealing the gray high-end suit underneath, and grinned at the ghost.
The ghost stretched out his left hand and pressed the man's throat.
The man began to retreat towards the edge of the roof, shouting in horror.
[We will seek relief through dissolution. 】
The defense team is assaulting the top floor;
On the virtual enhanced interface, figures appeared again on the roof, each looking at the scene in front of them with some horror.
The ghostly figure wandered through reality, choking the wanted scientist and pushing him to the edge of the building.
The man's eyes were trembling, and he kept shouting for mercy.
The ghost was unmoved. With a slight push, the man fell from the edge of the roof and hit the hotel lobby 125 meters below.
【May we meet again on the road. 】
There was a loud bang.
The already fat man fell on the transparent glass roof of the hotel lobby. The hard glass was not damaged at all, but the blood from the man's explosion spread out like petals.
Screams, screams;
The originally calm conference stage fell into chaos;
Lin Weilin looked pale and was protected by several security personnel as he retreated towards a relatively safe area in the corner.
On the roof of the building, the ghost looked down quietly, its lowered head slowly raised, revealing the wriggling carrion behind the black air.
[The remaining fire of civilization will guide you and me. 】
"I'm coming."
said the ghost. (End of chapter)