greek gods in new york

03

Following Rocky out of the hotel, he came to the street and reached out to hail a taxi familiarly.

The first time I traveled far away, it was still in a big city like Los Angeles. Rocky sold me and I didn't have anything to say.

and……

"Aren't you unable to sense the existence of 'that thing'?"

I was at a loss: "How do you know where He is?"

Loki: "I didn't say where I'm taking you, we have to investigate where 'that thing' is first."

I:? ?

Los Angeles is so big, isn't it a needle in a haystack.

Rocky didn't dwell on this topic. He observed the vehicles on the street and asked me, "Have you read the project book?"

It was stuffed for me yesterday, and I came to Los Angeles today, where did I get the time.

Only last night before going to bed I read part of it.

Most of the content in the project book is the energy evaluation of "that thing", as well as very professional experimental projects and degrees, which are far beyond the understanding level of a high school student like me.

There are only two that I can understand.

First, there are traitors in the camp of the old gods.

Second, this project is definitely related to "that thing".

"The New Gods want energy," I concluded, "they suspect there are traitors among the Old Gods, and they don't intend to work with them."

I'm afraid it was also because of this that I rejected my dad at the beginning.

Then, a new problem arises.

"But why did the New God accept you?" I asked.

Loki tilted his head.

"There are contradictions between old gods and old gods, and between new gods and new gods."

what?

There are also conflicts between the new gods and the new gods?

Can you stop making it so complicated!

I wanted to ask again and a taxi pulled up.

Loki opened the car door for me: "Let's talk in the car, I'll take you to meet a new god."

He stuffed me directly into the back seat of the car while he sat in the passenger seat.As soon as Loki's long legs came in, he took out his mobile phone: "Sir, drive directly, and I will show you the way."

The night outside the window darkened.

The same bustling metropolis, Los Angeles and New York are completely different.There are palm trees along the road, endless sunny beaches, and even the leisurely and comfortable sea breeze in the air.

The taxi was driving along the seaside road all the way, and I realized something was wrong.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

And this is downtown!

Loki didn't seem to notice, he still looked down at the phone, concentrating on something.

Me: "That—"

Loki: "I'll send you something."

When his voice fell to the ground, there was a "ding dong", and my mobile phone lit up.

Under the nervousness of the speeding vehicle, I unlocked the screen and found that Loki had sent me a link via INS private message.

I opened the link and looked up unconsciously——

The surrounding environment suddenly changed.

The taxi is gone.

The blue sea and blue sky outside also disappeared.

The beach, sea surface, and palm trees are replaced by countless colorful light spots.It was as if the materialized light of the data flow pulled out countless lines around Loki and me, and gradually extended forward, forming a gorgeous tunnel.

Even the phone in my hand and the seat under me were gone.

Loki got up: "Let's go."

I suddenly came back to my senses.

He walked ahead and pushed open a door that didn't exist.

The stream of data suddenly disappears, and we walk into a small, dark room.

The room has no windows and cannot see the edge.

The only thing visible are many... LED screens.

Yes, screen.

Monitors, tablet computers, mobile phones, large and small screens are stacked directly from the ground to the sky, some are supported on the ground with brackets, some are hung on the wall, and some are simply suspended in mid-air.

Dazzlingly, I took a rough look and found that all the screens were frantically refreshing various social media and portals.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the person sitting in the middle of all the screens turned around.

She's...a fairly standard internet celebrity girl.

Long black hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones and gorgeous makeup, coupled with a sexy figure and honey-colored skin, is the style that can be face-blind after refreshing from INS and Tiktok for half an hour.

She lifted her chin, and her eyes circled around Loki and me.

"You're coming," she said, "so slow."

"what……"

I looked at Loki and lowered my voice: "What kind of god is she?"

The net red girl seemed to have heard my words, and sneered: "Zeus is the trump card at the bottom of the box, is this a rustic girl?"

I:"……"

Loki tilted his head: "Yes, she is such an ordinary girl."

He was clearly echoing the words of the internet celebrity girl, but he seemed to have annoyed her.

The tall and long-legged woman suddenly stood up, took a step forward, and several mosaics were pasted together, just like the quick-cut special effects in a YouTube video, and her appearance changed in an instant.The supermodel internet celebrity is gone, replaced by an ordinary man with an ordinary appearance.

"You are humiliating your body," he said angrily, "it's too much!"

Loki raised an eyebrow.

Rocky didn't show any shock at the live performance of the transformation.

He cuts to the chase: "I've come for 'the thing.'"

Hearing this, the ordinary man who was about to rush forward suddenly stopped.

The man sat back, and when he looked up again, his appearance changed again.

The outraged faces of ordinary men became the masks and black robes of V for Vendetta.He clasped his hands in front of his legs, and his voice seemed to have been processed when he spoke: "Okay, this is what I'm best at."

I am completely confused.

What kind of god is the one in front of him...she...?

The "man" sitting on the chair seemed to sense my confusion.

The masked man looked at me, and his figure and appearance changed again.

The gender changes, the voice changes, and the identity naturally changes wildly.Every time he uttered a syllable, his image would change immediately. A simple sentence was spoken by a completely different person.

"I am the god of new media."

"..."

I stare.

new media?

that, that—

"What about the media god?"

What responded to me was Xinshen's unbridled laugh.

The image of the god of new media was finally fixed on the Internet celebrity girl at the beginning.

"It's long overdue!"

She spoke with an accent and meanness unique to women in Los Angeles: "The 80s were born, and the [-]s went into decline. Who still watches movies, who still reads newspapers and magazines? In the past, the new gods respected her as a goddess. Now, nursing homes Goddess!"

After speaking, she looked at me.

"Little girl," the god of new media said triumphantly, "The new gods who participated in the Lazarus project back then are all 'old gods' now. What you see is our world. Outdated things should be Throw it in the trash!"

I understand.

No wonder Loki didn't explain it to me. The crazy god of new media in front of me is enough to solve all the confusion.

Loki knew... let's count her.

Loki also knows the video game god, and the two seem to have a good relationship.

And these two were born after the 80s and [-]s.

The new gods who have cooperation and communication with Loki are not the same group as before.

The times are developing too fast, and technology is being updated rapidly.Concepts and objects that were a cult favorite ten years ago may be worthless ten years from now.

In just a few decades, many new gods were probably born and competed with the old ones.

I thought about it carefully, and it is estimated that some new gods are willing to participate in the Lazarus Project, but some may not?

At least the video game god has researched BB, and this new media god...

How should I put it, it feels like she is crazy, and she has more brain problems than my dad.

"Look up 'that thing'?"

She dragged the chair around excitedly: "It's very simple, just look at mine!"

Then the god of new media clapped his hands, and all the electronic screens that were being refreshed stopped and flickered crazily.

"In this day and age."

The girl on the screen has an ethereal voice, as if she doesn't really exist.

"You can hide from cameras, you can hide from professional tracking, but you can't avoid leaving a trace on the Internet."

Her tone was full of arrogance and pride.

"Just do a little search, limit the area to Los Angeles, and see where there are abnormal problems—"

But in the blink of an eye, [-]% of the indoor screen became pitch black.

Only the three screens are still on.

The girl on the computer chair stood up, then took off the mobile phone from the shelf, and walked in front of me with long legs.

"See for yourself."

She turned the screen of her phone to me: "It's quite far from your hotel... I think this place seems to be a place for street gangs. There are very few people at the moment."

I took a closer look and saw that it was an ordinary person's Twitter.

As if out of fun and novelty, he took pictures of the colorful substances floating in the air.

This is exactly "that thing" that showed up next to my apartment before.

The location on Twitter is very clear, from entering the door to finding out the direction, it only takes a few minutes.

Loki leaned over and glanced at the screen: "Thanks."

"Hold on."

The god of new media is not going to let us go just like that: "I want to go too."

Rocky: "I remember you were not interested in 'that thing'."

"I'm really not interested," the Internet celebrity girl said indifferently, "but if I can make some further videos, I can get a lot of traffic and clicks at my fingertips—don't make such an expression, I won't take you into it, I have a bottom line."

There is still a bottom line for being an Internet celebrity, I slander from the bottom of my heart.

"Just do it."

Before Loki and I could respond, the god of new media snapped his fingers: "Go!"

With a snap of the fingers, the surrounding environment changed rapidly.

Shocked, I raised my head and found myself still sitting in the taxi.

The scenery outside the car window has just reached the first intersection.

My phone vibrated again, I unlocked the screen, and found that an empty account suspected of advertising followed my Twitter.

Before he had time to click into the other party's page, seven or eight private messages came from the empty account.

[It's me, to this place. ]

[Address location. ]

[Hurry up, I don't have that much patience! ]

It turns out that this is what the god of new media meant when he said "I want to go too".

"What's next?" the taxi driver asked.

"to here."

I showed the location of the phone to the driver: "Thank you."

This time not only Loki, but also a new god with divine power to help... Can I communicate with him?

Thinking of the scene where I faced the entity of "that thing" last time, I felt uneasy.