Astral Traveler [Quick Transmigration]

After finishing the preliminary preparations, Murphy once again came to the new world familiarly.

As I said before, the identity of this body is a reporter.

To be precise, it is a photojournalism worker—the kind of scary creature who dares to go anywhere with a camera and a work permit.

As long as there is enough news, they can follow Mr. Pei down the frozen lake, run the whole distance with marathon runners, and open the parachute from the world's tallest building until the last second. The most terrifying thing is that they are still Carrying the camera all the way!It can also ensure that there is only a slight shake of the lens!

What an epic career.

Closer to home, this is another society in the information age, which has developed to a fairly good degree.Although it has not rushed to the boundless starry sky, the ground is already full of colorful light pollution.

Every street has been covered by stereoscopic projections, dirty plaques have turned into colorful animations, yellowed cardboard has turned into graceful 3D girls dancing, and the greasy man downstairs making hand pies has turned into A two-dimensional girl with two green braids.

——This is what Murphy saw outside the window.

而他自己的手边,也正放着一个玻璃罐子,罐子里头站着一个金发碧眼的巨乳美少女，正在探头探脑地说：“主人,今日的气温是摄氏18度,晴朗。现在是早晨6：24,您起床的速度又比昨天快了5分钟,已击败全国98%的人,真是可喜可贺！”

The corner of Murphy's mouth twitched, feeling that this was a low-profile version of the old mother Taling, and said to her: "Stop talking."

The virtual beautiful girl butler immediately made a movement of zipping her mouth shut, and said obediently: "It has entered silent mode."

Then, Murphy tried to reach out and poke it.

The beautiful girl covered her mouth, made a "babbling" sound, and trembled all over, as if she had been electrocuted.

Prompted by indescribable bad taste, Murphy poked her several times in a row.

Then, the beautiful girl showed a GC expression and made a whimpering sound.

"..." Murphy was sure, the technology tree of this world must have been distorted by thousands of nerds and nerds...

But how was the world going to find Enoch?

Unlike before, there is no "Enoch" in this mortal's fate line.This shows that if Murphy followed the steps and did not actively search, maybe Enoch would not be found in this life.

No, maybe Enoch would come to him, maybe.

Because it is the information age after all, as long as Murphy can find Enoch on the Internet, or just find a little information, he can easily locate who and where Enoch is.

So, after Murphy unpacked a bag of potato chips, he started acting like a demon.

Valley Sound Search!

"Enoch"...gets 215 results...continues to search for pictures...gets a bunch of obscure medieval paintings.

"Enoch"...gets 18 results...keep searching for pictures...gets another pile of unidentified medieval paintings.

"The best looking man in the world"...gets 237 results...Continued image search...

hmmmmmm…

Three and 10 minutes later, Murphy was still obsessed with the pictures of handsome guys and couldn't help himself, completely forgetting what he was doing.

Until a phone call woke him up.

The phone rang directly from Murphy's earphones, and Murphy said, "Answer the phone."

Then, an image of a person lit up in his glasses, and this was his communication partner.

The other party also had a reporter card on his body, and as soon as he got connected, he hurriedly shouted: "Get ready for an interview! Our people in Ruzhou squatted down to Xi Shuang, who just returned from the alliance crew. Old Wu is already on the way, you It’s the latest photography, hurry up and try to produce a big draft in two hours!”

Murphy, who just came out of the primitive society, sighed: People who work in journalism can still speak. Look at this concise and concise article, which states all the basic news and does not forget to emphasize its purpose.

But who is Xi Shuang?

Murphy searched for the name slowly, and at the same time, he heard the person yelling in the communication: "If you don't meet this month's target, you can go home and grow sweet potatoes!"

Ding dong, the search results came out, and Murphy's eyes lit up.

This Xi Shuang is a well-known star, and judging from the photos, he is indeed a pretty handsome guy.Moreover, he just came back from shooting a movie abroad, and the popularity is still high. No wonder the reporters are in a hurry to publish the first article.

"Understood," Murphy lazily stood up to look for his coat, and at the same time said to the other end of the phone, "I'll be there right away."

The rail transportation in this era is also very convenient, directly from the magnetic levitation track in the sky.

Moreover, Xi Shuang's approximate location was shared with Murphy in real time by that reporter friend, for fear that he might lose him.

It took Murphy a total of ten minutes to find the person.

Xi Shuang was sitting in a suspended car, surrounded by more than 30 people—at first sight, they were all reporters, holding long guns and short cannons, surrounded the car, and kept asking loudly Xi Shuang has some questions.

Xi Shuang's bodyguards were also desperately maintaining order, clearing the passage in front of the car so that Xi Shuang could slip away quickly.

After a lot of chasing and intercepting, Xi Shuang finally arrived at the door of her company.

But it never occurred to me that there were still many reporters who were waiting on the sidelines and blocked the gate of the parking lot outside to prevent him from entering.

The gate of the entertainment company MFSU, a subsidiary of Asia's largest conglomerate EXIC, is already resplendent, enough for a convoy to drive in sideways, but it can even be blocked by reporters driving a nanny car.

Fortunately, the company's internal security equipment is complete, and they rushed over immediately to evacuate the crowd.

Murphy didn't have a chance to squeeze in the whole time, so he watched Xi Shuang walk into the gate of MFSU under the protection of security with these reporters.

Really not interested in huddling in front with those reporters, Murphy walked away a little alone and observed the building in front of him—the whole building is the headquarters of MFSU, which looks like a silver trophy, and the lowest three floors are fully glass of.

Except for Xi Shuang, most of the people walking around in the building were handsome men and beautiful women, but Murphy didn't recognize them.

At this moment, Murphy discovered that there was a security passage at another side entrance.

A reporter showed his work permit, and the security guard checked him and let him go.If Murphy read it correctly, his work ID was the same as his.

So Murphy thought about it and walked over.

The security guard stopped him and said, "Reporter? Which station? Do you have an appointment with anyone?"

"I'm also from Baitai." Murphy explained calmly, shaking the palm-sized camera in his hand, "I'm his accompanying photographer, and I went to a WC just now."

The security guard took a look and said, "Go in."

Murphy happily sneaked into the MFSU headquarters.

The 13th floor of this building is an open lobby and restaurant, and the 310th floor is where tourists can enter. If you go up, you need to take a high-rise elevator and swipe your card with the staff's ID.

Xi Shuang was attracted by the stars and got on the high-rise elevator, and disappeared all of a sudden.

Murphy looked around and took pictures of many handsome men and women with the camera in his hand.

Everyone here has a sense of the camera and is used to the feeling of being chased by the camera. They didn't react too much to Murphy, at most they showed a professional smile.

MFSU's status in the entertainment industry is a leader, not one of them.It has signed tens of thousands of artists, including the new generation who are beautiful and eager to become famous, as well as the old actor who has been ups and downs for many years and has won countless awards.

Among the "most beautiful men in the world" that Murphy searched on the Internet, I don't know how many of them are superstars single-handedly promoted by MFSU.

This is an era of pan-entertainment and an era of very open information.Murphy thought, even if a man as good-looking as Enoch was not in MFSU, he would definitely be on the list of MFSU scouts.

Murphy: All in all, this is a great opportunity to see a beauty—oh no, Enoch!Take good care of it!

After a few minutes.

Murphy sneaked into the elevator dedicated to the cleaners, holding a brush and a broom, and followed behind another cleaner.

He didn't have a card, so he couldn't choose a floor, so he went to the 23rd floor together.

This floor is relatively dark, only half of the office area, and the other half seems to be electronic equipment, and you can hear "beep", "didi"... all kinds of electronic sounds.

I can't seem to see the beauty...

Murphy walked into a lounge at random, stole two small tomatoes from the fruit plate on the table, and prepared to run away while eating.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a group of people passed by in a hurry.

The lounge is translucent glass and can be spotted at a glance.Murphy looked left and right, and quickly lay down on the sofa, which happened to be completely blocked by the back of the sofa.

He eavesdropped on those people while eating tomatoes.

"The report submitted by the technical department said that it was a network-wide DDOS attack carried out by the ENO organization. Our NAT intercepted about 73%..."

"Unlinked databases indicate information leaks, totaling no more than a hundred terabytes."

blabla... seems to be discussing an emergency.

Then, the leading man said coldly: "Trash."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and the man continued: "Connect the backup database and notify the security department to monitor the entire network for seven days. If the company has any important information about important artists leaked, you know what the consequences will be. "

This person seemed to say the same thing, after giving the order, he strode forward again.

A large group of people following followed suit, and also followed up.

Murphy carefully poked his head out from behind the back of the sofa, and glanced at it - only the back of the head of the man could be seen, and he had neat black hair.

The man said again: "What are you doing with me? Go overhaul the main database!"

"Yes, yes!" The others immediately took orders and scattered away.

Then, the black-haired man glanced at the computer room on the left, opened the door with his badge, and walked in.

In the darkness, rows of fluorescent lights are flashing silently in the computer room.

Murphy slowly slid down from the sofa in the lounge. He turned on his video camera, then turned it to silent, quietly followed the black-haired man, and turned on the video recording mode.