Cyber Daming

"These three people are the Honghu leaders who participated in the 'Edo Rebellion', Huaiguo, Chuke, and Mizumura Goto."

Li Jun, who was sitting cross-legged under a dead tree, looked at the three dynamic busts projected in front of him. The pictures were clear and they should all be close-up pictures taken from a pair of mechanical eyes.

"However, these people are definitely not like this now."

Xie Bian shook his head, "The only value is to be able to confirm that these three people all appeared as men in Edo. Of course, the premise is that these Honghu have a bottom line of gender."

Things like appearance cannot be used as clues for tracing in today's Ming Empire. Even the Ming Law clearly stipulates that non-native appearance will no longer be used as the basis for conviction.

The reason is that in the current society, if a person wants to change his appearance, it is as simple as eating and drinking.

As long as you have this idea, you can easily complete the head transplant surgery at any street clinic. If you are willing to pay a little more money, you can even have your entire body replanted and even your fingerprints replaced.

Times have changed. Even Confucianism, which has been advocating that "the body is shaped by its parents" since ancient times, no longer adheres to this old-fashioned truth. It gives up the original face and pursues the "official face" that is full in the heaven and round in the earth. other sequences.

And in addition to plastic surgery, there are many ways to change or hide a person's facial features.

The Nuo noodles that Zou Sijiu once gave to Li Jun is one of them.

"Then is there any other way to find them?"

Li Jun groped for his bluish chin, and the hair that he had never had time to take care of had already covered his eyes.

"Yes, I have a clever brain."

Xie Bi'an said without hesitation: "Only this is unique and can accurately determine the identity of the opponent. Jin Yiwei usually uses this as a breakthrough to arrest people."

"Then what should we do about those who have not been implanted with brain intelligence?" Li Jun subconsciously touched the back of his neck.

Xie Bi'an had a strange expression, "Then I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go."

"Ah."

Li Jun laughed twice and raised his hand to point to the suspended figure in front of him, "Since everyone knows that cleverness can reveal his whereabouts, Honghu can't be stupid enough to leave such an obvious tail, right?"

"They are inevitable."

Xie Bi'an said slowly: "Although the Brain Intelligence Aperture can remain silent in normal times, as long as the implanter and others take action, it will inevitably become active and be captured by the Imperial Heavenly Prison."

Li Jun pondered for a moment, and soon realized the key point, "According to what you said, Xiaobai, they will only be discovered when they are active. Then wouldn't they lose their traces again after leaving the war?"

Xie Bian nodded and said: "So the only clue we have now is the direction and general scope of the escape of these three people before their traces were lost."

"It's not easy."

Li Jun poked Yahuazi with a bitter look on his face, "What's the difference between this and finding a needle in a haystack?"

"If it weren't for this, Honghu's abscess would not have been on the empire for so many years and could never be completely removed."

Xie Bian smiled and said: "But at least there is some hope."

"Yes, we can only hold on to this little hope." Li Jun sighed, "But this kind of thing involves Huang Liang's dream."

Xie Bianxin understood and took over the conversation, "It must be left to professionals!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, then turned to look at Zou Sijiu, who was still standing due west.

"What, I've already surrendered, why not?"

Okayama Castle is located in the southwest of Wa District. It is a large city near the sea.

The salty sea breeze mixed with cold rain kept washing over every corner of the city. The bad weather made the entire street look empty.

The dim light from the remaining neon lights penetrated the night rain, illuminating scattered halos on the uneven ground.

Snapped.

A boot stepped into the puddle of accumulated water, and the swaying light and shadow reflected a hurried figure.

Shinan likes rainy days very much, because only at this time, the noisy and crowded blind crowds will disperse, and this city ruled by outsiders will shed its hypocritical and prosperous coat, revealing its original shabby essence.

"In this kind of weather, you should not go out. You should put a pot at home, boil a pot of wine, watch the tide rise in the distance, and listen to the rain falling nearby. That is called comfort."

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Shinan's lips, "It's a pity that I have a busy life. It's even worse now. I can't even dream about it."

Recently, a stranger he has never seen before often appears in Shinan's dreams.

He was leaning on the bedside, while the other person was standing in the shadow by the door, his face blurry and not clear at all.

There was no conversation between the two, they just looked at each other quietly.

Although after waking up from the dream, he repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his body and that there was no danger in the external environment, this still made Muronan feel a little uneasy.

"After this period of time, you still have to go find that old magician to do the math for yourself. If science can't explain it, you can only rely on metaphysics."

With scattered and complicated thoughts in his mind, Shinan walked faster and quickly crossed the street holding a black umbrella.

"The Ming Empire's Japanese Propaganda Department ordered that starting from February 19, the twelfth year of Jiaqi, the Empire's New Deal will be fully implemented in the Japanese areas. All adult men in the major cities in the Japanese areas, regardless of whether they have brain-intelligent implants, will Regardless of whether you have mastered skilled skills or not, you can go to the empire to work for free."

In the glass showcase at the corner, a projection of an official from the Department of Propaganda and Comfort was sitting in it, with a stiff smile on his square and dignified face, repeating the same words tirelessly.

Even after speaking in Mingyu once, he would repeat it in Japanese.

"Any teenager who has reached the age of hair-cutting can enter the Confucius Temple in this city for free to study, with food and accommodation provided, and admission subsidies will be provided."

Shinan stopped in front of the display window. After listening carefully to all the contents of the New Deal, he suddenly stuck his head towards the display window.

Taking advantage of the blurry reflection on the glass, Shinan stretched out his left hand to press his lower eyelids and open his eye sockets.

Most of the eyeballs were exposed to the cold air.

"The color correction of the pupil membrane is accurate, the stains and bloodshot eyes are normal, and the facial features are restored to be closer to perfect than before."

Shinan looked at the winking and lively face in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that my craftsmanship has not deteriorated."

Just when Shi Nan was about to continue checking other details, a shout suddenly came from the narrow alley beside him.

"Dr. Muronan!"

Shinan stopped, stood up slowly, and smiled warmly at the visitor: "It's Lao De, what's the matter?"

He has gray hair, dark skin, and is not tall. He is wearing a thin armor in this cold weather, and his two bare arms have an irregular silver sheen.

This is the Lao De mentioned by Shi Nan, an old fisherman who makes a living in Gangshan City Bay.

Lao De stopped outside the edge of the umbrella with a flattering smile on his face. He pinched his hands together and rubbed them back and forth. "I haven't seen you for a while. What are you busy with?"

"I went to Edo Castle, and the medical clinic didn't have enough medicines."

Shi Nan smiled and said: "You also know that things in big cities are cheaper."

"ah!"

Lao De was shocked when he heard this, and said with concern: "I heard that a big chaos broke out in Edo City half a month ago, and many people died. Did it not hurt you?"

"Looking at me like this, does it look like something is wrong?"

Shi Nan laughed, "But it was just my luck that I left early, otherwise I don't know what I would have encountered."

"That's good, that's good."

Lao De laughed along with him, his lips parted, and he hesitated.

"If you have any questions, just tell me directly. Why are you so coy?"

Shi Nan joked: "We have known each other for such a long time, so we are considered old friends. As long as it is not a loan, everything is easy."

"Don't worry, no credit, no credit at all."

Having said that, the increasingly embarrassed look on Lao De's face revealed his innermost feelings.

"What happened?"

Shi Nan frowned slightly and looked at the other person up and down, "Did you get injured again when you went to sea?"

"Why."

The old man seemed to be answering, but also seemed to be sighing.

He slowly lifted up the lower edge of his armor, and his dark, lean abdomen was revealed to be a vicious, palm-long wound. The cross-section was uneven. It didn't look like a cut with a sharp weapon, but a lacerated wound caused by a violent impact.

"When I went out to sea a few days ago, I caught a bluefin tuna that was more than one foot long. That's one foot. You can't believe how fat that fish is!"

The cold rain kept dripping down Lao De's thin chin, but it couldn't extinguish the sparkle in his eyes at all.

"This is a rare and good thing. In order to sell it for a good price, we have been slowly easing its endurance. We plan to wait until it is exhausted before fishing it out completely."

The old man chuckled and said, "As you know, this kind of rare fish is becoming less and less rare now. Many rich people not only like to eat it, but also like to use it as a specimen. Therefore, the fish body must not be damaged."

Shinan said in a surprised tone, "Then your injury couldn't have been caused by a fish attack, right?"

"How is it possible? How could those beasts hurt me?"

The fire in Lao De's eyes quickly faded, and he smiled bitterly: "He was hurt by one of his own."

It is nothing more than uneven distribution of benefits, causing internal strife.

Now that Lao De is still standing here, it goes without saying who was sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Shinan was already used to this kind of thing, and did not continue to inquire further.

"Then you just kept putting it off and didn't deal with it?"

Shinan stretched out two slender white fingers and gently pressed the wound on Lao De's abdomen, and muddy yellow blood immediately oozed out.

"I saw several doctors, and they all said that the internal organs were damaged and could not be cured. They could only replace them with artificially cultivated organs."

Lao De smiled reluctantly, "As you know, the price of artificial organs is too high."

"These barefoot doctors are trying new ways to swindle you out of your money again."

Shinan said without hesitation: "You can use a machine instead."

Lao De maintained the smile on his face, but his cracked lips pressed together tightly, saying nothing.

As soon as Shinan saw his appearance, he knew that he didn't even have the money to use the mechanical organ, or he was unwilling to spend it.

"It should be enough to sell your fish."

Shinan stared, "Old De, why are you so stingy at this time? Do you really want money at the expense of your life?"

"There is no difference between having no money and having no life."

Lao De scratched his head, "You think so?"

Shi Nan couldn't help but was speechless for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he continued: "In this case, you can go to the black market now to buy some second-hand mechanical organs removed from the corpses. Remember, don't buy those cheap ones. The garbage that is on the verge of being scrapped must be at least 50% new so that it can be used for a long time.”

"Go and buy two more anti-rejection medicines produced by Dongbi Medical. The lowest-grade ones will suffice. Look for the brand correctly, and don't let people fool you with OEM products produced in Japan or Korea!"

"Okay, I'll go right away." The old man looked ecstatic and nodded hurriedly, "What about your consultation fee?"

"You've been waiting for me for so many days with your injuries, so why do I have the nerve to charge you any medical fees?"

Muronan said angrily: "When you go to sea next time, just bring me a small bluefin tuna. I have never eaten such a thing."

"That's no problem, no problem!"

Lao De sharply folded his waist into a straight horizontal line, "Thank you very much."

"We are all friends. If you can help, please help."

The black umbrella was slightly tilted, blocking Lao De's already wet head.

"Lao De, let me ask you something."

"You tell me."

Lao De raised his head and found that Shinan's expression was very serious and meticulous at this moment.

"What do you think of life now?"

Lao De breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not very good, just make do with it. Besides, where do people like us come from? It can only be considered a survival at most."

The difference of one word is the difference between cloud and mud.

"Then you have never thought about changing?"

The blue neon light shines on the back of Shinan's head through the night rain. The black image under his eyebrows is two unfathomable dry wells, and there is no trace of light reflected from his pupils.

"Of course I've thought about it."

Lao De raised his arms proudly, "Didn't I modify two robotic arms? Speaking of which, I have to thank you. If you hadn't helped me modify them, I probably wouldn't have been able to come back this time. .”

Shi Nan asked: "What about other than that?"

"Then you don't dare to hope?"

Lao De smiled with satisfaction: "It's good that my genes can afford this modification, but I have already thought about it. I will throw the bastard at home off the boat and send it to the Confucius Temple to study."

Shinan was stunned, "Do you want him to learn to be an Akito?"

"That boy doesn't have such a good life."

Lao De pointed to the display window behind Shinan, "Those masters said that food, accommodation, and money will be included. How can you let such a good thing go?"

"Okay, let's go buy something on the black market."

Shinan suddenly lost interest. He pulled the umbrella brim back over his head and waved his hand, "Your injury cannot be delayed any longer."

After saying that, Shi Nan stepped into the narrow alleyway.

The cold rain has become much lighter here.

The wild signs of various colors on both sides covered the sky with only a narrow gap, and dense threads intertwined above the head, covering the top of the head like a spider web.

There was cross-flowing sewage at the feet, and the drainage ditches were filled with messy mechanical parts that could not be seen from the original structure.

Occasionally, you can see yellow rice chips painted greasy pink. These are deliberately planted baits. As long as someone dares to link to them, the magpie's nest will be immediately taken over by the Yellow Liang Ghost Dove, which will become a good material for concocting Yan people.

A lonely black umbrella stopped in front of a mottled wooden door with paint peeling off, with a hand-carved couplet on the left and right.

Find the immortal abode of the physical acupuncture points and enter the ritual of consciousness and senses.

Horizontal batches, machines and meat sing together.

It's uneven and asymmetrical, and its meaning is even more absurd, like the remnants of a drunken orgy.

Two brass tiger heads embedded in the door bite a horizontal bar, and there is an extremely rare old-fashioned copper lock on it.

This kind of anti-theft method is simply useless on this street. But the strange thing is that there are no signs of prying on the door lock. It seems that no thieves dare to attack here.

Shi Nan lit a red lantern under the eaves at the door, then pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the door are two interconnected rooms, east and west, and the furnishings are ordinary underground medical clinics.

In the east room is a medicine cabinet that occupies the entire wall, and a huge human model with dense red dots and lines representing the meridians and acupuncture points of the human body.

There is no doubt that this room follows the Ming Empire's approach of "looking, hearing, asking, and understanding".

There is an operating bed in the west room, surrounded by various instruments and freezers, which are used to meet the requirements of "sight, touch, touch, hearing" of Western medical skills.

Although this medical clinic is small, it combines east and west and has all the internal organs.

"Is this Dr. Muronan's clinic?"

A magnetic male voice came from outside the door.

"right."

Shinan, who was fiddling with the medicine cabinet, looked back and saw a man wearing a crisp suit and slicked back hair standing at the door, slapping the rainwater on his coat.

"Are you the guest who made the reservation?"

Zou Sijiu slid his hands against his temples, grinning and revealing his white teeth, "It's me."