Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 344 Nuo Gong
"Mysterious, elegant, powerful, these are the synonyms of our Yin-Yang family."

Just as Yangzi was about to brag a little more about his own school, he saw Qin Huai, with a playful smile, blink and cast a screen of light, which showed the relevant information about the Yin-Yang School that could be found on the Internet.

"Yin Yang Taoist priest, Huang Liang Shuo Shu? Your Yin Yang School doesn't have a good reputation in society."

Qin Huai pointed at the few pieces of information on the screen. The most prominent reports were all negative comments related to stealing and cheating.

"Hmph, those giant corporate oligarchs don't give the lower classes a way to survive. Can those of us who engage in illegal activities just wait to die? If we don't want to die, we can only resist."

Yangzi obviously sneered at the information Qin Huai searched out. He waved the silver-thread pipe in his hand, and a lot of annotations were added to the information on the light screen.

"These media are their mouthpieces, and they just want to gain the upper hand in public opinion. Although we in the Yin-Yang family are not good people, we don't look down on the petty thieves at the bottom of society."

Qin Huai looked at the related media and the actual controlling entities that each report pointed to, nodded, and did not continue to worry about the outside world's evaluation of the Yin-Yang Family.

"But there is one thing these puppets said that is indeed correct, that is, we don't have many Yin-Yang family members. Counting Singapore, Malaysia, Hong Kong and several surrounding free states, there are less than three digits of Nuo masters who have passed the level, which is much less than other schools."

Yangzi shrugged and continued, "To become a first-level hacker [Nuogong] of the Yin-Yang family, the most important prerequisite is a neural talent of level four or above. After passing the initial screening, replace the [Shan Gui] series brain-computer, add a complete set of frontal cortex prostheses, and then you can start the elixir injection and prepare to get started."

"So complicated? Then what are you good at?"

Qin Huai looked at the frontal cortex prostheses with different functions, and remembered Yangzi's previous evaluation of Buddhist monks. He couldn't help but wonder what the Yin-Yang School was good at.

"We are more like hackers in the traditional sense. We can summon souls, tell fortunes, exploit loopholes, seize permissions, and track down information. Compared with those bald lunatics who use consciousness instead of technology, we are more like hackers in the traditional sense."

Yoko pointed to the fully occupied workbench opposite her and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Would you like to have a divination? Consider it a gift from me, free of charge."

"Forget it, it's too much trouble."

Qin Huai shook his head and was about to refuse when he saw Yangzi snap his fingers and a dark holographic sign tube appeared in front of him.

"It's not that troublesome to ask for a Cyber ​​Lottery. Just pick it up and throw it."

"Give it here, let me try."

Chu Qing, who had been drinking alone at the bar nearby, saw something interesting and immediately took the lottery tube and shook out a black virtual lottery.

[Qisha Chaodou Ge: After going through all the hardships, you will get what you want. ]

After reading the signature, Chu Qing curled his lips and muttered a few words.

"It's quite mysterious. It's similar to the fortune-telling of the master."

Qin Huai also became interested after hearing this. He raised his hand to call for the fortune stick tube and threw out a black fortune stick engraved with seal characters.

[Tian Yi Gong Ming Ge: Want to save the world, chase the stars and catch the moon. ]

To stop the collapse of the sky, chase the stars and catch the moon.

Qin Huai pondered for a while and felt that there was something going on. But he had no idea what the signature specifically referred to.

At this time, Yoko put down her pipe, picked up a cocktail, and the holographic lottery tube disappeared.

"How about it? Amazing, right? Would you like to consider joining us? In just 24 hours, I can get you the complete set of prosthetics you need."

"Okay, let's do it."

Qin Huai nodded, took out [Qilu] and handed it to Yangzi: "This is the deposit, the balance will be discussed later."

"Besides, the two of us will be staying at your place for a while."

"No problem. It just so happens that you need to undergo relevant training on consciousness anchors before receiving prosthetic transformation. Living nearby will also be convenient for direct guidance."

After seeing Chu Qing's terrifying strength, Yangzi naturally didn't say anything. He took out a flat plate from under the bar and pushed it in front of Qin Huai.

"Consciousness anchor is a basic skill and life-saving method for cyber hackers. Some people also call it heart lock or mind lock. This is the Yin-Yang family's consciousness anchor trainer. You can practice it after returning to your room. With your talent, you should be able to master it quickly."

"Thanks."

Qin Huai put away the training device and left the top floor with Chu Qing.
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"We're here. This is the suite that the boss arranged for you two. It's usually used to receive distinguished guests. Not many people come here, so it's very clean."

After the man with the cockscomb haircut opened the door of the suite, he also raised his hand to record the identity information of the Niu and Hu brothers.

This suite is located on the sixth floor of the Night City Club, just below the top floor lobby, and has a good location and view.

It was already night, and the rain that had been falling all day began to stop briefly under the control of the weather robot. Qin Huai looked out the window and saw that the eaves, lanterns and neon signs were still dripping with rain.

The cluttered neon lights in the alleys and streets still provide a cold warmth, like lingering ghosts of the night.

People were coming and going on Guiliu Street. There was a street singer carrying a guitar case, a group of gangsters with tattoos on their faces, a company dog ​​in a suit, a scantily clad young girl carrying a huge gun, a preacher mumbling something, and a homeless man in ragged clothes.
What a sci-fi and absurd era.

Qin Huai looked at it for a while, then turned and walked into the small living room and took out his classic cooking utensils from his personal space.

Even Qin Huai had to admit that the productivity of this fruit was indeed very high, but the food of the lower-class people was almost all that light pink paste, which had almost no texture or taste except for the necessary nutrients.

As a foodie, Qin Huai would not seek trouble if he had a choice.

"Xiao Qin, when are we going to [Whale Song]? I think there must be clues to what happened to my brother there."

Chu Qing was eating the traditional hot pot with exquisite ingredients, pointed his chopsticks at the [Jingbo] computer on the table, and asked.

"Let's wait until I have the relevant hacking methods. We can't rush this matter."

Qin Huai poured a plate of shrimps into the boiling soup and shook his head.

The [Whale Song] Group is a giant joint enterprise founded by Chu Lie, the target of this salvage operation, to assist him in completing the Yamafu incident. When Chu Lie was stranded due to an accident, Chu Qing's first reaction was to go to the [Whale Song] Group, hoping to find some relevant clues from within the [Whale Song] Group. But unfortunately, with Chu Qing's personality, he had armed conflicts with the [Whale Song] Group every time he went to the [Whale Song] Group, and then he was discovered and surrounded by the keen cyber gods and Buddhas, so he had no choice but to return to Yamafu to try again.

According to Qin Huai's original plan, the two of them had to first find ways to obtain the technical means related to cyber hacking, and then use the means of this era to carry out the subsequent investigation.

Only by blending into this super future society like a drop of water can we avoid alerting them.

Qin Huai was thinking about the previous arrangements, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the [Jingbo] brain-computer.

The appearance of this brain-computer was a pleasant surprise for him. Even without it, Qin Huai and the others could think of other entry points to contact the top leaders of the Whale Song Group. But it would be best if they could follow the clues from the monks' gathering and save some effort.

"As I recall, the headquarters of Whale Song is in Singapore and Malaysia, right?"

Qin Huai looked around. Most of the electrical appliances in the suite had the same trademark, which was a right whale with its head and tail embracing and spouting water.

"Well, at the beginning, the Pan-Asian People's Republic in the north was a solid block, and Big Brother couldn't intervene, so he used violence to establish Whale Song in this Southeast Asia where evil spirits were rampant."

Chu Qing nodded and pointed to the city in the sky where a small gap could be seen through the window.

That is the coral tower standing in the center of Singapore and Malaysia Port, with its top reaching into the clouds and reaching the sky. The edge of the top of the tower extends out to several square kilometers in all directions, forming a closed ecological zone in mid-air.

Coral Tower is the wealthy area in the entire Singapore and Malaysia port. Only residents who meet the records in the database can enter. The senior executives and directors of the Whale Song Group live there.

"I'm almost done eating. I'm going to go see how to practice the consciousness anchor."

Qin Huai stood up, picked up the trainer and went back to his room.

"Well, I want to go out for a walk and get some money."

Chu Qing wiped his mouth, took the coordinates of the underground black boxing venue he had asked from Cockscomb Head, and left the suite.

"Begin the course."

The lights in the room were off. Qin Huai was sitting cross-legged on the Qingwei Seat, which could clear his mind and make him wise. The flat-disk-shaped consciousness anchor trainer next to him was emitting a circle of purple indicator lights.

“The consciousness anchor is the anchor point between the spiritual realm and reality.”

"It's essentially brain waves of a certain frequency."

"When the user's neural repeater is invaded and interfered with, and the user is trapped in an illusion and cannot escape, the user can send out a consciousness anchor to forcibly cut off the brain-computer power supply and return to reality."

"In order to ensure the safety of the consciousness anchor, the receiver's brainwave deviation rate requirement is no more than 2%, and the brainwave deviation rate requirement for high-risk occupations is no more than 0.3%."

"In order to facilitate training, it is recommended that users use visualization or a strong emotional state to stimulate brain waves of a specific frequency."

"Users can also practice meditation, Zen and other spiritual practices to ensure that they eliminate the influence of clutter when stimulating the consciousness anchor."

"For users who are doing their first training, we recommend the visualization method. The specific visualization scenes can be purchased from the following channels."

After listening to this course, Qin Huai did not hesitate and immediately closed his eyes to complete the mimicry of [signal transmission].

The heaven and earth are spinning, and the stars are moving.

Colorful clouds floated across the azure sky, and ten suns shone brightly.

Qin Huai narrowed his eyes slightly. Under his feet was a green rock with golden patterns on it. The rock was hard in texture, and the mountain was covered with nameless plants.

He gazed into the distance from the edge of the steep cliff at the top of the mountain. There were endless deep mountains and old forests, but everything was silent. There were no sounds of birds, animals, insects, or whistling wind.

Faced with these sceneries, Qin Huai only looked at them for a while, then turned around and climbed higher up the mountain.

He knew where this was; he had dreamt of it.

Kunlun.

The world was silent and desolate, and Qin Huai climbed up alone.

The ten suns were so blazingly close that the heat distorted everything, the clouds dispersed, and a huge mirage loomed on the mountain ridges. The entire sky looked like a blue-painted stone wall, painted with dragon kings, yakshas, ​​bodhisattvas, and Buddhas, all alive.

Countless gods, Buddhas, demons and ghosts turned into mirages and pressed down from the sky, but were submerged by the huge waves that suddenly arose. Qin Huai climbed to the top of Kunlun Mountain and saw the strange beast with flames all over its body, nine heads of a tiger, and a tail like a curved hook.

Roar!
The tiger's roar, which intimidated all the spirits, resounded through the sky. A cold and arrogant god with eight heads and eight tails was lifted up by the huge waves. Together with the strange beasts on the top of Kunlun Mountain, he faced the gods and Buddhas sitting high in the clouds.

After a moment, a voice sounded in the sky:

"The brainwave deviation rate is less than 0.001%. This anchoring is successful."

Qin Huai opened his eyes, and the consciousness anchor trainer beside him lit up green.

"That's it? This is much faster than expected."

Thanks to the advantage of sufficient spiritual strength, Qin Huai simply visualized his Niwan Palace and successfully passed the so-called consciousness anchoring.

He glanced at the number displayed directly in his iris by the [External Electronic Brain] and found that only ten minutes had passed.

"Since this is going better than expected, I might as well go for a walk."

Qin Huai thought about it. He was also present when Chu Qing asked Cockscomb Head for the address of the ATM just now. Why not go and see how far the martial arts of this era have developed.

Once this thought came to him, he could no longer suppress it. Qin Huai left the Night City Club, which had entered its peak business period, and followed the navigation instructions into the narrow alleys between the jagged high-rise buildings. He walked through the cardboard boxes and black garbage bags, stepping on the scattered glass and metal fragments, making them creak.
The walls of the border were covered with graffiti of mixed styles, including a Garuda with golden wings carrying Vishnu, and countless ferocious ghosts offering skulls. The words of various countries were intertwined in a mess. He saw half of India's national motto [ ] (Truth alone prevails), the second half of which was covered in black and red blood, and a sentence from the pre-Qin period in small seal script was engraved: Inaction is better than action!
The end of the narrow alley was blocked by rusty barbed wire. Qin Huai stopped. In front of him was a brick wall, and next to it was a burly man like a bear.

"Is this the Two-Thirty Club?"

"Yes, you are?"

The sturdy man's prosthetic eye flashed red and scanned Qinhuai, but did not find any corresponding visitor information.

"I am from the Split Claw Gang. Come and watch the fight."

Qin Huai showed the sturdy man his identity information related to the Split Claw Gang. The sturdy man nodded and slapped the brick wall behind him.

"Come in, you're lucky tonight, we've got a big fish!"

Qin Huai smiled and walked into the passage.

The hot and humid air hit him in the face, and the information displayed on his iris reminded him that he was in a high-risk area. The public security was chaotic and the priority for the Security Bureau to dispatch police was low.

Qin Huai didn't care, but looked at everything in the bar with interest.

The neon disco ball, the dazzling electronic music, and the bartender who can mix four drinks at the same time with six mechanical hands.
This place is similar to a night city club. Men and women can be seen everywhere in the booths and at the bar, their skin reflected in the ambiguous lights.

The smell of sweat, hormones, and alcohol mixed together.

"That's right, this is a bar."

Qin Huai whistled, walked towards the metal bar that reflected the neon lights, and ordered a glass of wine in a familiar manner.

"I want a martini, and I want to see the fight."

The bartender in front of me confirmed the drinks and started working. He was a transformer and a real person. Robots can do better in this kind of service work, but places like this need employees who can turn a blind eye to illegal activities.

"A big fish has arrived today, so the ticket price has increased to 300 yuan."

The bartender glanced at Qin Huai, who showed no obvious signs of modification, and his arms behind him methodically added base liquor into the mixing glass.

"make a deal."

(End of this chapter)