Overturned Tower

The corner of Russell's mouth rose slightly, and his tone was calm: "I have never seen or heard of an uncle. My mother asked me to move to Happy Island to live... This first-class ticket was also bought by my uncle. .Let me tell you, this ticket is very valuable. If it is exchanged for my living expenses, it will allow me to live a healthy life for five or six years.

"But it's a pity that I really don't have the money to buy a suitcase. Fortunately, I don't have anything to carry. My schoolbag is enough, and it's even quite loose. This saves me the money for consignment."

"Is your uncle...?"

"Tianen Group. He is from the 'Head Office', which means he should be a high-level person."

Russell said so.

Naturally, this is also the information he deliberately revealed.

On the one hand, it is to gain the goodwill and trust of the other party, and on the other hand, it is also a silent threat.

"Tianen Group...that's a big company."

The tall white-haired youth sighed in a low voice.

He thought for a while, and passed a small box to Russell as if nothing had happened: "You are a good boy...

"But the good boy is in Happy Island, so he should be more careful."

"It sounds like Happy Island is not much different from Sogo Island."

Russell muttered, and opened the box casually.

The next moment, he felt the hair on the tips of his ears explode.

Heart almost stops beating.

The moment his fingertips touched, he realized what it was.

That's a gun.

Chapter 2 Masks

It was not the first time for Russell to experience that cold and heavy texture.

He had seen these horrible things when he was working illegally in the lower city of Sogo Island.

It can be judged at a glance that this is a shotgun that can be held with one hand.

—Damn it!How did he pass the security check?

Russell immediately realized that there must be a big problem with this person's identity.

What kind of person would hide from the extremely strict psychic security check and bring a deadly weapon onto a sealed airship?

Whether it is Sogo Island or Happy Island, the "Lethal Weapons Prohibition Order" is being implemented.Unless it is an elf... People of other races, even if they just keep and hold hot weapons, are enough to be sentenced to more than 20 years in prison!

Sweat dripped from Russell's forehead immediately.

He immediately closed the box, and his voice became a little anxious: "I didn't see anything, and there are no valuables in my luggage. You can browse through it at will. If you need anything, you can ask me to help you." ..."

"Take it easy...Russell."

The dog's tail behind the young man swayed slightly, and he pushed the box back with a smile: "There is no Sogo on Sogo Island, and Happiness Island is not happy either. I hope you can realize this fact as soon as possible."

... wait.

Russell realized one thing.

When did I introduce myself?

"My suggestion is that you'd better accept it."

The young man said slowly: "Because soon, it will come in handy."

Almost at the moment when his voice fell, Russell suddenly felt weak and sleepy.The strong paralysis made him unable to even stand up, and he was unable to speak even when he opened his mouth, and he could only breathe rapidly.

Russell's eyes widened and he looked at each other.

But he quickly realized that it couldn't be the work of this bastard with a scary smile.

Because it is not necessary.

At this moment, a strange voice suddenly came from the radio in the room.

"Dear first-class passengers, I hope you can exercise restraint, don't panic, and listen to our next speech clearly.

"We are the Tower of Babel, and now we have taken control of the captain's room. Simply put, everyone has been held hostage by us."

It was an undisguised, malicious, high-pitched voice that had been altered by some kind of device.

Russell realized one thing.

Why... are they declaring their identities?

And in the numbness, the unfamiliar synthetic voice was still saying some long-winded words: "We released a non-lethal virus that temporarily took away your ability to move.

"Next, everyone will sleep well. Of course, there may be nightmares, but there will be no aftereffects.

"Everyone will recall forgotten and erased memories, but don't panic, this is a convenient setting for our retrieval. In this process, you will not see our faces, nor will you hear our words Voice, this is a good thing for us and for everyone. All the guests who hear the broadcast will not know which of your guests' memories we stole, so all you need to do is keep silent and it will not held accountable by the board of directors.

"Don't worry, we won't leave any fingerprints or traces. And the memories that are recalled by you are a gift for you.

"A...souvenir."

As the other party's sharp and weird voice disappeared, Russell's mind was running fast.

He vaguely sensed a sense of disobedience.

But the more he thought about it, the more sleepy he felt.

At this moment, the broadcast that had been turned off came back on again.

The voice has also been changed, but it can be heard that another person's voice sounded again: "Of course, I personally suggest that none of you say that you have been hijacked, so as not to be suspected by your superiors. This is good for you."

— and another person?

Is it a gang?

"and many more……"

Russell murmured.

He realized the problem.

This couldn't be a simple memory theft.

He knew the name "Babel".

It's a well-known memory-thief syndicate.

But there is no need for the other party to explain their identity and purpose at all - what is the use of knowing who they are?

"No one should mention that they were hijacked" is completely redundant.The other party has no position to say this, and it has no value.

People with a little brain will realize... If some of these first-class passengers did not conceal and tell the truth, then all other first-class passengers who tried to conceal the truth would be more likely to be suspected and suspected.

He realized that he was involved in a conspiracy.

Russell tried to open his eyes and looked at the white-haired dog.

If he guessed correctly, this very dangerous guy was definitely not in the same group as the robbers.

But he was not paralyzed by the virus.

He was already prepared?

Or... is that why he came here?

He is an agent of the Happiness Group?Or executive?Or... the real "Tower of Babel"?

"Shh..."

The young man showed a creepy smile, and stretched out his hand to make a silent gesture to Russell.

Immediately, he stood quietly behind the door, inserted a chip behind his ear, and disappeared in a wave of fluctuation.

And Russell felt increasingly sleepy and weak.

His personal operating system did not prompt for an error.

The junk chip in the back of his head didn't seem to notice anything... It didn't remind him that he was hacked, nor did he have a poisoning warning, nor did he notice that his health status was abnormal.Just quietly watching him gradually lose his resistance.

But he couldn't even send a text message or make an emergency call.

Immediately after he lost his response was the latest type of prosthetic "Aoi Lily Internal Trial Type" that he installed on his left arm two years ago.

Russell has lost his left arm as long as he can remember.

This prosthetic hand was a gift given to Russell by her supervisor when she graduated from graduate school.It is also a souvenir of Russell's graduation thesis being published in the most prestigious journal.

This is not a prosthetic for combat, but it has sixteen interfaces, can be connected to all types of machines, and is compatible with the most advanced disc-board systems.

For a psychic hacker, it is like a magic weapon in the hands of a swordsman.

But for Russell who only intends to be a network security engineer... its only use is to replace his one that hasn't been repaired for seven or eight years, always unresponsive, and it's no longer the same size as his right arm worn-out prosthetics.

If you sell it and replace it with an ordinary prosthetic hand, you can make a lot of money.But after all, this is the only gift left to me by the mentor, and it is one of the few colorful memories of Russell on Sogo Island.

...I thought the flagship product would definitely work, but I didn't expect it to be paralyzed as well.

But it's also... the personal firewall used by the first-class passengers must be more advanced than Russell's civilian type.But even they are infected with the virus.

The thoughts in Russell's mind gradually became chaotic.

His head drooped heavily, and his eyelids seemed to be stuck in honey, and he couldn't open them after they were closed.

His consciousness gradually sank into the sea of ​​lightlessness, constantly falling downwards.

It's like returning to the mother's body, no longer breathing through the mouth and nose, and the consciousness is gradually spreading.

Those memories that he had forgotten in the past kept surging up with his breathing.

That's not a good feeling.It wasn't a good memory after all.

It's like throwing up in the bathroom after being drunk by a tutor.

At the end of these memories, Russell vaguely heard his mother's weak voice:

"This is... a psionic reaction! Little Russell should be someone who knows it from birth..."

"A baby's body cannot withstand this level of psionic energy."

A stern male voice that Russell had never heard before, but somehow felt familiar sounded from behind: "I will unseal him when he is an adult and ready. First help me seal his memory, Nan Liujing."

"good teacher."

A young man's extremely respectful voice sounded.

Russell opened his eyes with all his might.

He was held in his arms, and his pale mother was lying on the bed.At the end of the bed stood a young man with short white hair.

Vaguely, he saw the fluffy white dog ears on the boy's head.

I saw the somewhat familiar boy pull out a sword hilt from his arms.

A blue blade of light pierced out soundlessly from it.

He raised his sword and slashed towards him Xuxu.

After the azure blue light waved out, it was like the sea.Instantly flooded his field of vision.

Memories from the beginning of Russell's birth ended here.

——However, Russell is still sinking.

It was as if a transparent film had been burned off.

A large number of chaotic memories that Russell had no impression of, accompanied by knowledge of other worlds, surged from the bottom of his heart:

It was a world where everyone did not have the characteristics of spiritual relatives such as animal ears and tails; all people were ephemeral species, and there were no elves and immortal dragons who were high above and could survive for more than a thousand years.

In that world, people lived down-to-earth on land, not on floating islands; people in that world lived in political entities called "countries" instead of "big seven" corporate domination...

He used to come from a not-so-famous game company and worked as a PR manager.

In that world... his name is also pronounced similarly "Russell".

His last memory seems to be working overtime in an empty company to write advertisements.Then I fell asleep in front of the computer...

As the chaotic and scorching memories continued to flow into his brain, the pure white light in Russell's pupils became brighter and brighter.And after all the memories were recalled, the deep sea that kept him sinking also disappeared.

Then, Russell had a new hallucination——