i lied to the whole world

Wilson has been very restless lately.

This comes from the order of his boss, that is, the president, to install a vulnerability code on the "God's Eye" designed by his colleague, that is, a close friend. This code can easily replace other people's faces with those captured by the camera. Face, that is to say, can easily make people take the blame.

Originally, he was unwilling to do such a thing, but unfortunately, his family was seriously ill and needed money urgently. As long as he sold this code, he could get a lot of money immediately. This money solved his problems. An urgent need, but now the sense of guilt eats back at him deeply.

The "God's Eye" is the brainchild of his best friend. As long as this automatic face recognition system is installed on surveillance cameras throughout Yokohama, the crime rate will undoubtedly drop.

But now, they do such a thing, once the president sells this code to those people...there will be an unknown number of unjust, false and wrongly decided cases in this world.

He tried to persuade the president to change his mind before, but instead of being effective, it seemed to arouse the suspicion of the president.

This made him very scared, afraid of being silenced by the president, but he could not call the police at all. He was afraid that he would be found dead on the street the next day as soon as he left the building.

What to do, what to do...

Just when Wilson was deeply troubled in the office, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Wilson almost subconsciously looked at the drawer where the gun was hidden. These days, he is a little nervous and never returns home. He can only live with a sense of security if he sleeps with a gun in his hand.

The computer showed the surveillance outside the office. It was a young foreigner whom he had never seen before. His appearance was blond and blue-eyed, which is common among foreigners.

"Sorry, Dr. Wilson, the president asked me to send this document."

"Just put it at the door." Wilson leaned closer to the microphone and said.

The blond young man on the computer screen showed a somewhat embarrassed expression: "But the president said that he hopes to get a reply as soon as possible after you read this information, look..."

"Tsk." Wilson clicked his tongue, an ominous and irritable feeling lingered in his mind.

He opened the door rudely, snatched the documents in Orihara Rinya's hand annoyedly, and didn't even say to let him in, just took a paper knife from the table and separated the file bag.

Something slipped out of the file bag and fell onto the table with a snap. Wilson looked down and was stunned.

This is a sharpened dagger.

Wilson's fingers began to tremble, and he slowly pulled out the photos in the file bag, and with just one glance, he slumped on the ground.

This is a photo of his family.

Threat.

This is a silent threat, which means that the chairman is really going to suffer forever, and now he has only one choice, to keep his mouth shut forever for the sake of his family.

"Dr. Wilson?"

The plain voice of the young man came from behind, and Wilson raised his head dully. Under the backlight of the ceiling in the room, the blue eyes of the foreign youth were bloodshot, like a god of death urging him to die: "Have you made up your mind?"

……

Wilson was walking staggeringly in the large office area of ​​the Engineering Department, which was the only way to get from his personal office to the elevator. Many people were surprised to find that the usually calm and reserved doctor was like a drunk on the street late at night. The same, with a strong smell of alcohol on his body, blushing cheeks and dazed eyes, he staggered towards the elevator.

"PhD?"

"What's going on here?"

"Did he drink alcohol at work? It smells so bad."

"Oh my god, what's wrong with the doctor recently? He's staying up late and drinking again. Did he quarrel with his family?"

"Hey, who will stop him."

"Why don't you go."

For a while, no one dared to stand up. In fact, Dr. Wilson's popularity is pretty good recently, but recently, I don't know what happened, and his temper became a lot. He didn't even go home, and he looked like he was living in the company. The subordinate employees reprimand loudly whenever they make a mistake. Last time, an old employee was dismissed on the spot.

Now no one dares to touch his bad luck.

The secretary who was directly in charge of Wilson gritted his teeth and stepped forward to stop Wilson, but Wilson didn't even look at him and went straight to the elevator.

The chairman's office is on the top floor of the entire building, and only a few people can go directly to his office. As an important member of the engineering department, Wilson naturally has this qualification.

While the chairman's secretary came in to hand over the documents, Wilson squeezed in without knocking on the door.

"Hey, you!"

"President!" Wilson's cheeks were still flushed, and there was a smell of alcohol when he spoke, and he frowned, "What are you doing, this is working time, are you drunk?"

"I quit! Regarding the Eye of God, we really..."

The president's face changed, he slapped the table and stood up, and at the same time looked at the secretary who had just put down the document.

Knowing that he seemed to be involved in some terrible conversation, the secretary hurriedly left the office, not forgetting to lock the door behind him.

The president breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time glared at Wilson with an angry look: "Didn't you say that you can't mention this matter in the company! What are you doing? Don't forget that if I didn't give you the money, what would you get?" Treat your family!"

"I haven't forgotten, but..." Wilson covered his brows in pain, "If I do this kind of thing, what should I do if I am exposed? This is all I can think of. I really can't do it anymore, or I will be exposed sooner or later. one day."

"How come, with you and Dr. Eckleburg's 'God's Eye', we will be fine, calm down." The president was choked by the alcohol on his body, knowing that he probably said it after drinking To be honest, I endured the momentary panic, and put my arms around Wilson's shoulders in a rare way, "Everything will be fine, think about your family, don't you want to go to Hawaii together after they recover from illness, it will all come true."

"Xia, Hawaii." Wilson stuck out his tongue, and he could see how unconscious he was from his vague pronunciation.

"That's right, it's Hawaii. Think about life in the future, and if we don't do this kind of thing, other people will do it. Do you think that with the eye of God, Yokohama can be peaceful? Don't think about it."

Wilson seemed to be stunned for a while, with deep confusion in his eyes: "Well, maybe you are right."

"Of course I'm right, go back, go back to the office and have a good rest, I don't care about your drinking at work this time, go back and rest." The president persuaded him one after another, and finally persuaded him to go back.

But after Wilson left, the president didn't feel relieved, instead he felt bored.

When he cooperated with Wilson before, although this person expressed opposition at the beginning, he gave in for the money later, but he didn't expect that he had already regretted it in his heart.

Although he was persuaded to leave this time, who knows when he was under too much psychological pressure and ran to the police station to surrender after drinking again.

It seemed that he had to move forward with his plan.

At night, the president came back from Dr. Eckleburg's office smelling of alcohol. In the name of celebrating the completion of the 'God's Eye', he went to the doctor for a drink, got him drunk on purpose, and then took the gun to go Wilson's office.

Sure enough, the other party hadn't left the office for the past few days, and was resting on the desk right now.

The president put on his gloves tremblingly, pointed the gun at the back of his head, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation. Blood spattered on his face and on the desk. Wilson's body quickly became motionless and paralyzed with all his strength. on the desktop.

The president took a breath, wiped the blood off his face, didn't dare to stay, and quickly left Wilson's office with a gun in his hand. He wanted to go back to Dr. Eckleburg, and then implement his plan of framing. The original plan was to wait until the three of them drank together, and then he would find an excuse to leave, and then come back to do it when they were drunk, but now he couldn't wait, Wilson's behavior just now really shocked him, this person is an unstable bomb , maybe when it will explode.

It doesn't matter, even Dr. Eckleburg's sophistry is futile. The backstage of God's Eye can replace the murderer's face, and delete the surveillance of him working overtime in the company, and the alibi has also been prepared.

The president has planned everything perfectly. In his prediction, as long as Wilson is removed, he will be free from worries, and then Dr. Eckleburg will be sent to prison. The patent for the Eye of God is completely owned by their company. The best of both worlds.

The premise is... if there is no mistake.

However, when the president returned to Dr. Eckleburg's office, he found that there was no one in the office.

The chairman's blood pressure almost soared, and he subconsciously thought of the possibility that Dr. Eckleburg had noticed something and ran away early.

"President? I thought you had already left." A voice came from behind.

The president turned around and found that it was a black-haired young man he didn't recognize, but there was a trainee's sign on his left pocket.

"You are...forget it, have you seen Dr. Eckleburg?"

"I see. I just saw Dr. Eckleburg's drunken appearance. I called his friend to pick him up. He has already picked him up just now."

"Huh?" The president was stunned, he left, how could he leave, then his plan...

Damn, what's going on with this kid!No, there had to be a scapegoat, and if Dr. Eckleburg couldn't do it, then only.

The president looked at the interns, his eyes darkened, and he hid his gun behind his back: "Ah, so that's the case, so how about it, Dr. Wilson is still in his room, please help me carry him Let's go back."

"Okay." Orihara Lin did not doubt him like an ordinary intern, and followed the boss's order and walked to the room.

The president walked behind him, and quietly turned off the safety of the gun, planning to wait for the moment he entered the room and saw the corpse, to shoot, and then disguised the scene as a cannibalism.

Although it is more troublesome than the original plan, there is no other way but to fight.

The president watched the intern enter the room, and stopped at the door, keeping the intern in sight, and blocked the door, just in case.

"President, Dr. Wilson is not in the office, has he gone back?"

ha?

The president was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but look into the room, his eyes widening in disbelief.

No body, no blood.

How can this be?

The president ignored the interns on the side, and walked to the table where Wilson was lying on his stomach in two or three steps, only to find that there was no one on the chair, and the blood splattered just now had disappeared, as if in a dream.

"No, how could there be no more."

click-

A pistol was pressed against the back of the chairman's head from behind.

The president felt the cold and hard touch on the back of his head, cold sweat soaked his forehead, and stretched out his hands: "Don't, don't get excited."

"I'm not excited," Orihara Lin also chuckled, "Because I've been waiting here for you."

After all, Orihara Lin also took out his mobile phone and pressed it, and the computer in front of the chairman started to play a video automatically.

Here's the video of him walking up behind Wilson and shooting him in the back of the head.

The president's cold sweat broke down instantly: "You, who are you?"

"I'm just an unrelated person. I was entrusted by Dr. Wilson. Once he dies, I will take revenge on you." Orihara Linya pressed a button on the phone again while speaking, and the image on the computer screen changed instantly. , several groups of names flashed densely.

The president took a look and almost collapsed to the ground this time.

These are all... the names of officials he has traded with and the list of certain organizations. If this list is exposed, he will definitely not survive tonight.

No, it should be said that even if only a part of it is leaked, Japan may not be able to stay any longer.

"What do you want?" When he asked this sentence, the president's face also turned gray. He knew that he was doomed, and he could only bow his head to the devil in order to survive.

"Of course, your everything."

After solving the chairman, he obtained the actual control of the "God's Eye" company without spending a single soldier or even a single yen. Orihara Rin also walked down the underground parking garage humming a tune in a good mood. Dr. Wilson came from a certain Walking out from a remote corner and following him, his face has changed.

"You can't return to your original identity for the time being, have you bid farewell to your family?"

"I've made it clear in the email that they only think it's a long business trip." Wilson looked at Orihara Rinya's back with complicated eyes.

In his office back then, he thought that the chairman was finally going to attack him, so he specially gave him a final warning to commit suicide.

Then the man said something unexpected.

'He is already planning to attack you. With the backdoor code you developed, even if you are silenced, the police will not be able to find him, and it may even affect your family. '

'You have only two choices now, continue to wait here to die, or work for me, although there is no way to see your family for the time being, but I will guarantee your safety. '

Only then did he know that this man was not a god of death, but a demon who seduced people's hearts.

But he has no choice either. He has mastered the backdoor code of the "God's Eye" and participated in the president's trading plan. If he escapes, what will happen to his family? Send them abroad to protect their safety.

Regardless of Dr. Wilson's worries, at least Orihara Rin is also in a good mood at this moment, and finally all the next conditions have been gathered.

The following is the opening time of The Grand Lie.