Love, death, and false man

Chapter 14.14. Getting Better
9/14—9:20
Located in the Wansheng commercial district of Binhai City, on the 5th floor of a shopping mall, inside the commercial management group.

The P8 executive, who was enjoying a leisurely time drinking tea in his office, broke out in a cold sweat after seeing the message on WeChat.

"Tell Xiao Guo to organize the meeting later. I have other things to take care of."

The P8 executive instructed his assistant, pondering the matter of technician number 666. She shouldn't do such a thing. Even if she were really pregnant, she wouldn't be so aggressive. Was someone else using her WeChat?

699 was just a figure of speech; I paid an extra 3000 yuan each time, but I always took precautions, so how could I possibly get pregnant?

Technicians are inherently chaotic people, and they might even have boyfriends. Due to their low level of education, their thinking cannot be judged by common sense. They might be conspiring with someone to extort money. They're really crazy.

He was prepared to simply ignore it.

But the next photo, taken right at the entrance of the mall, made him feel like he was facing a major threat, as if he was ready to cause trouble at the company if he didn't get some benefits.

I've never revealed my identity, so how did she know I work here? Was it because she bragged about it when she was drunk? Damn it.

You stand there and wait for me! Don't do anything stupid, and we can talk about anything.

For someone at the P8 level, even the slightest rumor can impact their career, let alone their wife and children.

When he rushed to the mall entrance, at this hour in the morning, apart from the employees of the shops, there were only a few customers. He searched for a long time but couldn't find technician number 666.

What exactly do you want?

The P8 executive sent a WeChat message to the technician, but received no reply. Then, he received an extremely terrifying MMS message with a picture.

I know what you've done.

The image shows a somewhat creepy doll resembling Annabelle, but with its head broken off and placed to one side, next to a bloodstained dagger.

The text messages were purely threatening.

The P8 executive swallowed hard, glancing around with some apprehension; even in broad daylight, the atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

9/14—21:40
The P8 executive went to the Jiangnanxu Club and spoke with technician number 666. She said she hadn't sent any strange messages on WeChat, but she couldn't log in to WeChat during the day. It's back to normal now, so it must have been hacked.

Maybe I've offended someone or infringed on someone's interests, but as usual, I'll just add an extra hour later.

23:45 that day
In the parking lot of the Jiangnanxu Club, a P8 executive discovered that his Lexus RX had been scratched intentionally, with the word "death" written on it.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to call the police, as he was certain someone was following him.

9/16—12:30
The stalker intensified his efforts and found his home. His wife, who had just graduated from university, said that someone was banging on the door frantically. When she opened the door, there was no one there, only a horrifying doll with its head cut off and a bloody dagger lying next to it.

The P8 executives, having reached their limit, called the police.

13:24 that afternoon
The P8 executive chose to go home to see how his wife was doing, and he had to take a few days off.

However, in a relatively quiet and secluded area of ​​the community where the townhouses were located, he was hooded by unknown individuals, tied with ropes, and brutally beaten.

……

[No evidence was detected that Target #1 was spying on others. Under high pressure, there was no deviation between verbal thought and actual action. Under the threat of violence, there was no activation of the Soulfire self-defense mechanism, nor any bodily deformation due to genetic recombination. Check passed. Detailed observation report has been generated; please forward to Lieutenant Sylvia Christie.]

Your report has been received.

……

9/18—22:30
Binhai South District, Tianyin Bridge, bar street.

The bar area inside a disco was brightly lit and filled with deafening music.

"What would you like..."

The bartender looked a bit haggard, with dark circles under her eyes, but that couldn't hide her beautiful face and curvaceous figure. Despite the high temperature inside the bar, she was only wearing a cropped t-shirt and hot pants, with her hair tied in a high ponytail.

She looked surprisingly similar to a picture circulating online, a celebrity seen on TV, or a girl you meet in a convenience store; she was clearly the latter.

Yesterday I experienced a series of terrifying events: threatening text messages and hearing gunshots on my way home. I don't know if it was a stray bullet or something else, but it was just a few meters away from hitting me. Because of the fright, I didn't sleep well all night. Maybe I shouldn't have come to work tonight at all.

"Whatever you make, I'll drink. Just make it."

This is a strange man who looks a bit like a high school student. He's wearing a windbreaker, tracksuit, sweatpants, and sneakers. He's just finished exercising, and his OOTD is so high school style. He's quite handsome, but he has a very long, centipede-like scar on the corner of his mouth that runs all the way to behind his ear. It's quite peculiar; I've never seen anyone like that before.

"Is this supposed to be a flirtation? Wait... something's not right. How did you get in here?"

The bartender, however, with his innate professional instincts, noticed that this person seemed to be visiting a nightclub for the first time in his life. He might not be very fair from being in the sun for a long time, but his skin looked very young. This kind of youthful vibe can't be faked, so he was probably a male high school student. Judging from the awkwardness with which he looked around at his surroundings with a surprised expression, he was probably still a virgin.

"Because I can have my contacts use satellite base stations to transmit signals and use radio waves to brainwash others, so they can go wherever they want."

The other person's tone became extremely serious, with a strange and extremely strong aggressiveness, as if they were testing something.

"You're so childish. I don't want to taste it anymore. Stop staring at me like that, it's really annoying. What do you want to drink? I don't have time to play with this brat."

Her tone was already somewhat angry.

The strange male high school student seemed to be deep in thought, and remained silent for a while.

"I'm not lying, I really am a hacker."

At this point, the strange male high school student snapped his fingers, and immediately the bartender's phone started vibrating wildly. When he took it out, it looked like all his WeChat friends had been hacked, and they were sending the same picture at the same time: an identical bouquet of roses.

"My God... this is truly amazing." The bartender couldn't believe it. He seemed to have done nothing but snap his fingers. "Is it magic? Or what?"

“I’m a top-notch hacker. I can even read your expression and know what you’re thinking.”

"I don't believe it, for example?"

The bartender envisioned a scenario with a reward element.

The strange high school boy was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath, "If you're really going to leave your lipstick mark on my glass, then I'd really appreciate it."

"My God..."

The bartender was starting to become fascinated by this strange male high school student, driven more by curiosity, like an unsolved mystery.

"What's your name? You can call me Aria."

……

[No evidence was detected that Target #2 was spying on others. Under high pressure, there was no deviation between verbal thought and actual action. Under the threat of violence, there was no activation of the Soulfire self-defense mechanism, nor any bodily deformation due to genetic recombination. Check passed. Detailed observation report has been generated; please forward to Lieutenant Sylvia Christie.]

……

9/20—22:00
17th Floor, Software Park, Commercial Office Building, South District, Binhai City.

The blinds cut the street scene into a distorted jigsaw puzzle, an incomprehensible cage, a tie gallows, a fingerprint attendance machine gnawing at flesh and blood, blackened teeth marks on the attendance sheet, an elevator shaft, A4 paper filing cabinet, and an annual report.

The Lord of Souls is watching you.

Humans have developed a difference in their "body" from that of purely natural things; this is the result of the evolution of civilization.

All the physical bodies do not represent real humans, but rather alienated "population".

Functional, productive flesh and blood have replaced the human body from a natural, materialistic perspective.

Humans are both producers and products produced; humans operate machines, and machines also shape the people who operate them.

Mobile devices have become a second brain for humans, while input methods and virtual keys have become a second sex organ, releasing sin and stress on the Internet.

Short video algorithm analysis.

Bai Zhe's job is to create enough "eroticism" to satisfy the different fantasies of human secondary sexual organs.

Most of the oppositions in things—gender, entertainment industry, subculture—are too low-level and easily manipulated, thus allowing productive flesh and blood to receive positive feedback and release all the accumulated negative buffers.

The biggest challenge lies in getting those who haven't benefited to stand in the position of those who have. This kind of "class pornography" is the most difficult aphrodisiac to concoct.

It is also the greatest art of algorithms.

Burn away the filthy, polish the rough, strengthen the weak, and even the lowly sing praises of the king.

but……

My work should be temporarily put on hold.

Bai Zhe would leave a piece of transparent tape in his desk drawer and would put it back in place every time he opened the drawer, but no one else knew about it.

Such details are found in every corner of life.

He monitors everything within his living area, recording everything in real time.

This stalker must be a novice. Given yesterday's surveillance activities, he has already been exposed, but it doesn't matter. The other party has been exposed too. Kill him before he can.

Are they madmen from the Old Gods' Church, or terrorists from the Salvation Army?

It should be the latter. Those madmen used a kind of elimination mechanism, like raising poisonous insects, resulting in a mix of good and bad.

All my colleagues have already left work.

[Redirected to [Purge Channel]]

Bai Zhe checked the pistol tucked in his belt, then clocked out of get off work. He went to the underground parking lot to get his car, lingered there for a while, and smoked a cigarette.

Are you really that patient? You didn't even make a move in such a secluded place.

After checking the car to make sure there were no people or explosives inside, Bai Zhe got in and drove away from the parking lot towards his residence.

I have already been exposed, and I am just waiting for the other party to choose the location to make a move. Unfortunately, in the course of intelligence work, in order not to expose others, I cannot contact my accomplices, and there is no option to ask for help.

He had experience from killing Salvation Army soldiers.

It was almost midnight when Bai Zhe drove to a crossroads and waited for the traffic light. The area was a desolate factory district, dimly lit with no streetlights and no pedestrians. The wind swept across the deserted intersection, carrying some scraps of paper and trash.

Bai Zhe planned to drive the car into the abandoned factory; surely they would make their move in that kind of place.

The light turned green, Bai Zhe released the clutch, and the car sped forward.

In the dim light, a semi-trailer truck suddenly turned on its high beams, blindingly bright, and sped through the red light, crashing into Bai Zhe's car.

boom!
A deafening roar.

(End of this chapter)