I want to have a date with Superman

At this time, the picture on the video wall changed again. Richie quickly shuttled through the space of blue, white, green, dark and other tones. The pattern was no longer high-definition, and low-pixel mosaic squares appeared.

"Have you entered Limbo?" Constantine asked doubtfully, "Aren't you in the network cable?"

“I can be a God on my own host because my own firewall won’t attack me.

But other people's firewalls will not allow 'foreign data' to do whatever they want.

Well, my soul is almost a quantized set of data.

Of course, I can also put some effort into overcoming other people's firewalls.

That's what ordinary hackers do.

It wastes a lot of time and energy, and can easily trigger alarms.

As a quantum mage, I have more efficient means to reduce the dimensionality of all existing Internet defense mechanisms. "

Richie was elated, and as he kept "advancing", piece after piece of information about the Holy Advent Crusade fell into the small cartoon box in the corner of the screen.

The numbers on the surface of the small box are faster than running seconds.

He is downloading the crusade information found on the Internet to his own host.

"What dimensionality reduction attack?" Constantine asked curiously.

"You can think of a firewall as a closed three-dimensional house. If an ordinary hacker wants to enter, he can only open the door or open the window.

But I entered Limbo, the digital world.

You have seen Harley's little airship. Its speed in the material world is barely twice the speed of sound, but its actual movement effect almost surpasses that of light.

Why?

Because it jumps into Limbo and moves in a higher dimension above three dimensions.

Limbo is the fifth dimension beyond time and space. "

Constantine said thoughtfully: "Ordinary hacker intrusion is like drawing a circle on a two-dimensional paper. To enter the circle from outside the circle, you must open a hole in the circle.

Your quantum soul jumped from the three-dimensional world into the circle on the two-dimensional paper, completely ignoring the circle. "

"Yes, I am like a person in the three-dimensional world, looking down at the ant in the two-dimensional paper world. All firewalls are useless.

As long as my direction is correct, I can retrieve any information I need at will, such as the tongue of fire - Omai Karma!

John, take a look at this. I think I've found the heart of the Advent Crusade! "

The screen changed again, and holy white light replaced all colors. Even Richie, in a suit and leather tie, exuded a faint golden glow from the inside out, as if he had become the Holy Spirit.

Rich started with a $100 donation from Constantine's brother-in-law to the Pyramid Prayer Meeting in Jersey City. He went through 25 systems and collected thousands of pieces of secret information about the financial operations of the Crusaders, and finally came to Glastonbury, England. , a bank called 'Barak'.

Then, he officially entered the defense range of the Holy Advent Crusaders.

According to Constantine's request, all emails, phone communications, mobile phone address books and other information are collected, and then the information related to Zed is screened.

He found Zed's location.

Right at Glaston Castle, the headquarters of the Holy Advent Crusade.

He subconsciously jumped into the defense system of the Crusader headquarters.

Very simple, yet extraordinary.

This time, he encountered a really strong defense.

"God, John, have you seen it? I'm just near the edge of the Crusader Firewall. Look around you. There are so many traps everywhere.

Damn, I guess it's just bait on the surface.

The really powerful stuff must be hidden somewhere I can't see. ” Richie exclaimed.

On the screen, a huge dotted space appeared, with a dark blue circuit board on the ground, and golden dots swimming rapidly along the circuit.

The sky was a sacred golden color, as if the Silver City was above.

Richie is like an ant on the ground, humble and insignificant.

Around him, energy beams of various geometric shapes jumped out from time to time.

He ran quickly, and in front of him there was a triangle of silver energy rising from the ground. He jumped up, like a well-trained circus lion, easily getting through the "ring of fire", and then his way was blocked by a tilted square.

Like a spider, he jumps into the square and out again.

"What is that square frame blocking you?" Constantine shouted nervously.

"A minefield full of traps and logic bombs, designed to prevent unauthorized persons from approaching the core area." Richie gasped.

"Can't you cause a dimensionality reduction blow to the existing network defense system?"

Constantine bit his cigarette butt and frowned tightly.

Even though he didn't recognize a line of code, he could tell that Richie was in trouble at this time.

"I am in the high-dimensional Limbo Hell, which can cause a dimensionality reduction blow to the physical network on the earth, but the Holy Crusaders obviously also master quantum magic technology." Rich said.

Constantine subconsciously approached the console and held up his hand, "Richie, your machine is heating up. The hard drive inside? CPU?

I don't know what it is.

They were running furiously and the sound was so loud that it could be heard outside. "

Richie didn't respond to him, and the golden light on the screen became brighter and more dazzling.

"Richie?" Constantine noticed something was wrong and shouted loudly, "Richie, retreat quickly, get back first? Damn it, Richie, where are you?"

The screen was awash in gold and silver, and Richie was completely gone.

"Richie!!"

Constantine took out his Nokia and was about to call Harley.

"Oh my God, that's great!" Rich's voice suddenly came from the speaker.

He exclaimed excitedly: “I feel it.

The flickering electronic information synapses are like flashing light bulbs.

The vibration at the subatomic level is like a passionate dance music.

God, I am in resonance with all things, I seem to be embracing the entire universe, and the sacred blazing sun is in my heart-"

"Fake!" Constantine's expression changed with horror. He smelled the smell of burnt protein, and when he turned around, he saw Richie smoking on the chair.

A very familiar scene.

That day, Little Black Bean woke up. He and Zatara and other mages jointly channeled Harry and said that there were spies from the Wizarding Group hidden among them. pollution of the soul.

At this time, Richie took the initiative to throw his quantum consciousness into the divine light of heaven.

"No!" Constantine knelt on the ground, wailing in despair.

"Boom!" The flames burned, crackled, and the grease exploded.

"Buzz-buzz!"

Smoke rose to the ceiling, immediately triggering the automatic fire alarm system, and white foamy waterless fire extinguishing agent was sprayed in all directions.

In an instant, the console, Constantine's body, and the video wall were all covered with a layer of weird-smelling foam.

But Richie was still burning.

It burns without oxygen. It burns from the inside out in less than a minute, turning it into charcoal.

"Richie."

Constantine stood up, stretched out his trembling fingers, and gently touched his friend's cheek, which was oily.

"Crack!"

The body was burned to a crisp.

The head was broken from the neck, smashed to the ground, and shattered into a soft pile of charcoal.

Very crispy and crispy.

"John?"

"What?" Constantine was startled. He quickly turned around and ran to the video wall, wiping away the foam with all his strength.

The screen seemed to have lost power and turned completely black.

"Richie, are you still there?" he called tentatively.

"Hahaha, John, you have no idea where I've been. Go and ask Harley to come over. I'll be right back. I want to be in front of you - Hey, that's right here. Where's the exit?"

"Constantine, what are you doing? Have you taken off the consciousness helmet from my head?" Richie asked urgently.

"Sorry, work, something happened."

Constantine took out the ska again and lit a cigarette.

Taking a deep breath, his eyes flickered like cigarette butts.

"What's the accident? Please tell me clearly?" Richie felt bad and his voice was trembling.

"You're back, back to this console, back to your little kingdom, right?"

The hesitation on Constantine's face disappeared, his eyes became sharp, and finally his gaze fell on the power socket in the corner.

"Yes, I'm back, but everything seems strange. Many instruments can't be used. Are they burned out?" Richie said in panic.

"Has your spirit and quantum soul completely returned to the host?"

Constantine confirmed again.

The fear in Richie's heart grew, and he shouted excitedly: "John, tell me, what happened -"

"Buzz-click!"

Constantine suddenly unplugged the power, the host buzzed for a while, then shut down completely, and Richie's screams stopped abruptly.

"sorry"

Constantine sat weakly at the foot of the wall, his weathered cheeks sliding down to a glistening base, and the fingers holding the cigarette were trembling uncontrollably like a Parkinson's patient.

"Mr. Simpson, Mr. Simpson?" Someone shouted outside the door, "The fire alarm was triggered just now. Is it a misunderstanding?"

Constantine wiped his face, picked up the phone, and dialed Harley's number.

Half an hour later.

It was still the quantum communication laboratory dedicated to Ritchie, and Ritchie's charred body was being carried away.

After everyone left, Harley said with an ugly face: "Since we discovered that the Crusaders also mastered the technology of the quantum paradigm, why didn't we withdraw earlier? His wife is about to give birth, did you know?"

"I don't understand those quantum magics. He is an expert. He should know how to judge. Moreover, I did shout and call him back." Constantine said frustrated.

"When you see the holy light coming out of the screen, you should be alert and notice something is wrong!" Harley said.

"If the time went back two hours ago, I would rather not have come to see you. I didn't want him to die. I didn't know that would happen."

Constantine took out his cigarettes and lit one with a numb expression.

There seemed to be a thick shadow covering his entire body.

The huge pain and self-blame can even be felt by Harley next to him.

She sighed and didn't feel like blaming her any more, so she just asked:

“Since he came back later, it means there is still hope.

But as soon as you unplug the power, your digital soul will suddenly lose power. His soul can't be backed up in the hard drive like ordinary data, right? "

Constantine blew out a smoke ring and said bitterly: "I did it on purpose."

"On purpose?" Harley's voice increased.

"I deliberately called him back, letting his digitalized soul stay intact in the host, and then unplugged the power source to free him completely," Constantine said.

"Relief?" Harley frowned and said, "As long as the soul is still there, there is hope of rescue."

"You have been doing a lot of exorcisms in the past few years. Don't you know that the undead lingering in the world are the targets of exorcisms?

Richie is my friend, I can't save him, and I don't want him to become a ghost in the machine. "Constantine said.

Harley said solemnly: "At least explain the situation clearly and give Richie a chance to choose."

"Choice? What choice does he have? Are you willing to give him the Paradise Card?"

Constantine blew out his cigarette butt and became emotional.