Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 361 Six Ears

"Okay, you can make the arrangements. The Coral Tower will be under strict control by the Security Bureau during this period, and the company has prepared a new residence for you."

[Boyi Luo] was obviously not the first time to use his official duties to seek personal gain. He seemed to be very familiar with everything. He waved his hand and sent Qin Huai an email with a built-in electronic key.

"As you wish."

Qin Huai stood up, said goodbye to Boyilo, and took a hovercraft to the staff dormitory of Jingge Group.

The dormitory is still located in the Chima area. Although the altitude is 300 meters lower, it is closer to the skyscrapers in the center of the city. You can see the Zhengyi Group's [Longhu Building] as soon as you look up.

The lights outside the sightseeing elevator shaft rose rapidly, and soon Qin Huai walked into Suite 7342 in Area A.

The door is opened, and the area of ​​the suite is only 30 square meters, not much bigger than a honeycomb iron cage, but the walls surrounded by natural light can project images of tens of thousands of themes, just like the luxury suite in the Melting Pot Tavern, where you can stroll among the nature at any time.

Qin Huai waved his hand to turn off the landscape mode, the wall curtain went out, and the three gray-white walls wrapped him in a cramped space. Outside the glass, the darkness and neon lights of the city were intertwined, and hovercrafts and night wanderers were wandering on the sky tracks.

As usual, he ordered a bottle of red wine according to Qian Jin's taste, and immediately a drone delivered the expensive red wine and exquisite side dishes.

"There are four external data monitoring programs. Boyilo is not that easy to fool."

Qin Huai hacked into the room's security system. After checking the surveillance footage and having a general idea of ​​what was going on, he didn't pay any attention to these useless shackles. While sipping red wine, he sent a communication request to Ambani.

“Ambani, where are you?”

"Singapore and Malaysia, the border."

Ambani's figure emerged in the air, with uncontrollable anger on his face.

He didn't know what kind of bad luck he had during this period of time. Bad things happened one after another. First, [Shesha V4] disappeared out of thin air, and then he was inexplicably involved in the terrorist attack on the Coral Tower. Not long ago, the god [Brahma] also issued a very rare [Bailava] pursuit order, requiring the entire group to make every effort to search for the traces of the evil spirits that invaded [Lotus Pure Land], which made Ambani very worried.

If it were just these things, it would be fine, but now the leader of the Brahma Society, Bhagavan, who was collecting incense for him, has also run into problems. He has disappeared for two days and has not appeared in front of the monks of the sect, seriously affecting his incense performance. This makes Ambani, who was already in a bad mood, feel even worse.

"Director Boyiluo agreed to the proposal of joint guarantee, but you need to bring a director of the Brahma Group to the Spirit Realm for a meeting at 6 a.m. tomorrow for detailed discussion. At that time, the two directors must sign a contract and swear an oath with the Godhead as a witness."

"[Godhead]? Okay, I'll convince a director to go and pay a visit."

Ambani nodded and was about to cut off the call, but he seemed to remember something and looked up at Qin Huai: "But my bhajan who collects incense has had some problems recently, so the one-year incense that I promised you may have to be postponed."

"Hmm? Let's be business-minded, Ambani. You shouldn't test my bottom line."

Qin Huai narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous light flashed in his pupils.

"There is no trace of Bhaga in the spirit realm. He is either dead or has escaped into the dark web. If you can't let go of your share, help me find him."

After saying this, Ambani, who was overwhelmed with anxiety, left a real address and cut off all contact and communications.

【Apply to go out to handle official business】

[The lights in the room are dim, the red wine on the table is scarlet, and the man in a suit is leaning back in his chair, negotiating with the contact in the air projection.]

The images were transmitted in real time to the brain-computer of the surveillance personnel in the counterintelligence department of the [Jingge] Group, and he soon received a reply from his superiors.

[The application is approved, you have six hours of free time, please return to the room before the countdown ends]

Qin Huai shrugged, called the hovercraft, and set the navigation to the address left by Ambani.

The place he was going to was the old urban area to the west of Singapore-Malaysia Port, which had not been rebuilt. The humid air at the bottom of the city condensed into sewage and dripped from the edge of the highway ring road. Containers and garbage were piled up under the skytrain viaduct, and homeless people lived under asbestos sheds.

There is a dentist's clinic between the honeycomb iron cages and the agricultural greenhouse. The back door of the clinic, which is filled with messy prosthetic parts, is connected to an abandoned parking lot, which is where Ambani is at the moment.

Crocodile leather shoes stepped over flyers and medicine packaging boxes, stepped onto the white recycled board of the stairs, and the dark brown wall skirting of the cement wall beside my feet was mottled and cracked, with a few dull paintings hanging on it. The bottom painting showed Ganesha holding Dharma food and lotus, the picture above described the love-hate story of the three gods, and above that were portraits of gods and Buddhas such as Lord of the Garrison, Mahakala, and Mahakala.

Qin Huai walked up the stairs and soon heard the sound of Buddhist chanting getting closer and closer. The moment he walked into the room, he had an illusion that he had walked into Pei Zai's memory:
Under the same dim light, there were people sitting cross-legged in the same attire.

He walked through the crowd and all he could hear was the monks' devotion to the Four-Faced Buddha.

Ambani is not here, he is in the meditation room further inside.

When Qin Huai entered, he was having a meal, a bowl of vegetarian noodles with a glossy surface of soup.

On the other side of the dining table, there was a bowl of the same vegetarian noodles. This scene was very common in Tianjiu, but after coming to this fruit, it was the first time that Qin Huai saw natural food that was above standard in both color and aroma.

"Taste it?"

Qin Huai was not polite and picked up the chopsticks after sitting down.

The cooking skill of this fruit is no longer about controlling the heat and the proportion of seasonings and ingredients, but the skill of mixing neural data. After all, although brain-computer interaction can make people who have never touched water become professional chefs in the traditional sense, a good cook cannot cook without rice. No matter how vast the variety of food in the virtual world is, it cannot match the increasingly scarce and expensive agricultural products in reality.

“When did Bhaga disappear?”

Qin Huai asked knowingly while biting off the chewy noodles in his mouth.

"Not sure, but he has been out of contact for at least thirty-six hours."

Ambani took a tissue and wiped his mouth. He suppressed the bad mood after eating the vegetarian noodles.

"So how do we find it?"

"I applied for the Ksitigarbha Divination, and the Bodhisattva revealed that the last time Bhagavan exchanged information with the spirit world was in his apartment at 46 Delhi Street, and there has been no news since then."

Ambani looked at Qin Huai who had put down his chopsticks, and said firmly: "The only place in this world where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can't find your trace is the dark web."

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if he died?"

Qin Huai drank up all the soup in the porcelain bowl. This bowl of vegetarian noodles was unexpectedly delicious, no less delicious than the ones he had eaten on Guichouyi.

"Then the reward I promised you will be postponed. We still have three hours. After midnight tonight, Bhaga will be reported to me as dead."

Ambani acted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water and closed his eyes before Qin Huai.

"Go to the dark web."
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Qin Huai was floating in the void, with an inverted mountain in front of him that towered over the vast ocean and dominated the Yaohai Sea.

This is the dark web space, which does not need to follow the physical laws of the real world. The red cliffs and strange rocks stacked on the surface of the Inverted Mountain are glowing with colorful light, and the towering peaks touch the ground. A dark cave is opened at the bottom, which is the entrance to this place.

Ambani waited at the entrance and waved to Qin Huai.

"This is the residence of Liu Er. As long as you can pay the price, he will tell you most of the information he knows."

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the dark web?"

Qin Huai asked tentatively, thoughtfully.

"I guess so, but the dark web is very complicated. Some dark web spaces are safe, while others have polluted data. Even if [Six Ears] has a special way of filtering information, the polluted data will gradually affect his thinking model. So it is possible that He does not know the information in some places."

Ambani knew that Qian Jin was a mechanical soldier and didn't know much about the ins and outs of the dark web, so he explained patiently.

"【Six Ears】is also a demon?" Qin Huai remembered the name "Demons" used by cyber gods to refer to dangerous digital life, and was puzzled: "Aren't you afraid that it will go crazy and eat us?"

"Six Ears' self-coordination is very sophisticated. He is a rare neutral digital life. You don't have to worry about him sliding into the abyss of Godhead dissociation."

Ambani shook his head, walked into the dark cave, and entered the bucket-shaped space inside the Inverted Mountain.

The Qinhuai River follows closely behind, with a ravine covered with vines and a waterfall that rises straight up to the sky, no one knows how high or far it is.

Ambani followed the winding path of blue rocks covered with green mosses all the way up, and soon he found a cave house built of bluestone among the white clouds and mist.

"Six Ears, I came to ask about the whereabouts and life and death of Bhagavan."

Just as he finished speaking, a macaque with a hairy face, a thunder god's mouth, a golden head and six ears came out of the cave, chewing a peach.

【Two peaches】

Ambani looked calm as he took out a small data packet filled with pure incense and threw it to the Six Ears in front of him.

Then he and the monkey stared at Qin Huai, who had empty hands.

"Ambani, good move."

Qin Huai said a few words with a fake smile, and also took out a small incense packet and threw it to Liu Er.

[The authentic body was stolen, the dark web disappeared, the flesh decayed, and he fell into reincarnation early]

"Bhagat is dead? His identity verification was also stolen and used by someone else?"

Ambani was a little unwilling to give up, so he continued to ask: "The identity and location of the murderer."

【Two Golden Peaches】

After taking the medium-sized data packets thrown by the two, [Six Ears] glanced at Qin Huai and smiled.

[Yin Yang Taoist, whereabouts are hard to find]

"Is it the shameful rats of the Yin-Yang family?"

Ambani frowned, and after getting the answer, he left the dark web space without staying for long.

The only people left in the Upside-Down Mountain were Qin Huai and Liu Er, who was leisurely chewing a peach with his eyes wandering over him.

"【Six Ears】, I would like to inquire about the specific information about 【God's Grace Day】."

Qin Huai was thinking about the performance of this digital life and tried to ask a question.

【One Peach】

Qin Huai grabbed the large incense package he had obtained from Bhagana and threw it to the macaque sitting on the stone seat.

[The Day of Divine Grace is a grand festival for digital life to enhance their status during the Laba Festival every year. It uses the God-given data flowing from the depths of the spiritual realm and the dark web as the core, and uses massive incense and computing power to shape a golden body]

[The Day of Divine Grace is the key for a Level 4 God to advance to the highest Level 5. Most of the games played by mortal beings come from this.]

"The depths of the spiritual realm and the dark web? What is there? Or, what is there?"

Qin Huai stared at Liu Er closely. He had a feeling that the answer to this question was very important.

[That is the Abyss. The outer wall is an indestructible ICE wall built by all Level 5 digital life forms. Inside are islands of consciousness composed of algorithms and codes, separated by the abyss of nothingness. It is very dangerous. Only on the day of God's Grace will they open the wall and let the God-given data flow out freely for the gods of all sizes to use.]

“How do I get to the depths of the dark web?”

【A golden peach】

Qin Huai grabbed the remaining incense packet and shook it in his hand: "This is all I have left."

[Liu Er] didn’t think it was too little, so he took the green and red peach and started to eat it.

[Break the blockade on the day of God's grace, log in to the dark web spiritual realm, and you will be guided by the mysterious]

"understood."

Qin Huai took a deep look at [Six Ears] and also pulled the consciousness anchor to leave the dark web.

"Interesting, interesting. When did the Yin-Yang School produce a Taoist priest who could perform "acting like a human" so skillfully? Even I can't find any loopholes. That silly-looking big fish must have been fooled too, right?"

[Liu Er] licked the peach pit with his pink tongue, played with the peach in his hand, turned around and walked towards the bridal chamber.

"But it doesn't matter. No matter what he plans, as long as that old man from the Yin-Yang family doesn't come out to cause trouble, I, Lao Liu, will continue to be the king of my mountain."

"Six ears."

"what?"

Just as Liu Er was happily thinking about how to eat the peach, whether to eat three in the morning and four in the evening or four in the morning and three in the evening, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

[Liu Er] subconsciously turned his head and the last thing he saw was the mouth of a purple-gold gourd that was getting bigger and bigger.
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When Qin Huai returned to reality, Ambani had disappeared and left the Buddhist temple of the Brahma Society.

Qin Huai was distracted by two things. On the one hand, he switched to Ah Hu's identity authentication to send an email to Yangzi and Shao Siming to remind them to be careful of Brahma. On the other hand, he exchanged opinions with Chu Qing, who had just caught a monkey, through the Yanfu dialogue.

"I think we have to find a way to go to the [Abyss] and take a look. It is very likely that Brother Chu is imprisoned behind the black wall that reaches the sky and the earth."

"When will we do it?"

Chu Qing was still the same as always, straightforward and never talking nonsense.

"Let's see if we can find new clues tomorrow. Anyway, the so-called [God's Grace Day] is coming soon."

Qin Huai still planned to make plans before taking action and not change the established plan for the time being.

[God's Grace Day] is the Laba Festival, which is January 2278, 1, only two days away, so it is totally worth the wait.

"Well, you arrange it."

After finalizing the next course of action with Chu Qing, Qin Huai opened the spiritual realm database. He wanted to check some things before the hovercraft arrived.

Just now, when he was listening to Liu Er's explanation of the Divine Grace Day, he noticed the Divine Bird Festival held on the same day as the Divine Grace Day.

Qin Huai remembered very clearly that not long after he and Chu Qing had conceived the fruit, they ran into the [Divine Bird Festival] which was held seven days earlier in 2278.

Through the reactions of the group of black-clad scavengers at that time, Qin Huai could conclude that the [Divine Bird Festival] held in advance this time was very unusual, and there was definitely something hidden behind it.

What could it be?

(End of this chapter)