The Split-Actress in Conan's World

It is surrounded by towering green mountains, with clouds and mist shrouding the mountains. The sunlight shines through the clouds, forming golden beams of light, adding a bit of sacredness and solemnity to this land.

A crystal clear river meanders along, the water shining with silver light, like a broken mirror passing through the garden. The river water nourishes all things, making the land here appear full of vitality.

The park is covered with lush vegetation, and various exotic flowers and plants can be seen everywhere, including willow branches that look like living things, purple poppies that stretch their bodies with the breeze, and even the grass that covers the entire world, which looks unique and spiritual.

In the center of the garden, there stands a towering tree, its branches and leaves spread out wantonly like a giant umbrella, as if to shelter the whole world beneath it. Its trunk is thick, but it is not quite appropriate to say it is thick. It is more like huge. If you don't look up, you would think you have come to a steep cliff.

If we must name the world where this garden is located, there is no better name than this one.

Garden of Eden.

Professor Lecter stepped on the ground beneath his feet, and the touch was impeccable.

"It's amazing that the Ark has been upgraded to this level in such a short time."

Noah poked his head out from a branch on the giant tree, then jumped down, his body hovering lightly in the air, slowly falling like a fluttering feather.

"Adam takes Noah with him every time he goes out these days, and collects data about the real world on the way, so the progress is very fast."

Noah still looked like a little boy of about ten years old, but compared to his previous appearance that was exactly the same as Hiroki, there were some subtle differences. The melancholy feeling between his eyebrows had faded a lot, and was replaced by a sharpness unique to young people.

Compared to Hiroki's gentleness, Noah is indeed more unrestrained and his ideas are more imaginative.

For example, after he moved his body out of Sindorah's equipment, he quickly took control of the controlling rights of some groups through stock market fluctuations, and then issued instructions and decisions behind the scenes to secretly achieve his goals.

He issued instructions to different companies and set up many interference items to cover up his tracks. He pieced together a mobile server and moved the Ark to this "black curtain" where no one would notice him.

Of course, some of these methods were selectively based on the inspiration given to him by the professor. As soon as the Ark landed, he decided to rename this virtual world "Eden" and arranged a new entrance, which was the coffin-shaped device in the storage room.

Don't ask him why he made the login device like that. The only reason he asked was that he somehow felt that this feeling was very suitable for a professor.

It's pretty trendy to imagine Count Dracula falling asleep in a coffin and waking up in God's Garden of Eden, right?

Professor Lecter nodded, and with a thought, a big hole suddenly appeared in the clouds. A giant python that could cover the sky and the sun poked its head out and crawled down the towering tree. It spat out its tongue at Noah, and the scales on its body opened slightly. Its huge body slowly shrank and finally became a small snake as thick as a finger.

Noah recognized from its obvious features that this was the giant serpent Jörmungandr in Norse mythology.

“Although everything here is generated based on real-world data, if you have a clear image and characteristics in mind, unreal things can also be materialized.”

Noah's eyes looked a little strange. There was actually another half sentence behind this sentence, which was that if there was no detail as if you saw it with your own eyes, it would be difficult to materialize the imagined things. Even if they were materialized, they would be distorted and you could tell at a glance that they were not reality.

But this giant python is so exquisite, from every detail of its scale texture to the anthropomorphic look in its cold eyes.

Professor Lecter materialized a cane for the little snake to wrap around. He leaned on the cane like a gentleman in old English society. The dark green snake wrapped around the cane a few times and placed its head next to his hand, spitting out its tongue quietly, appearing very indifferent.

He raised his head and looked at the towering tree. A hint of interest flashed in his eyes, which were as deep as the starry sky, behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Compared to the Ark, what other wonderful ideas have you added to this place?"

Noah collected his thoughts and said proudly, "Noah is slowly infiltrating all electronic devices with Internet access around the world through further control of the Internet. Of course, it is impossible to control them too much, which will attract some attention, but the information and data they send back are enough to simulate most of the dynamic changes in the real world in the Garden of Eden. In Noah's vision, the final form will probably mirror the real world, and the Garden of Eden will be adjusted by me to the secondary space in the sky. Walking in the Garden of Eden is like becoming the omniscient God, able to observe everything that happens in the real world at will."

As he spoke, he became a little frustrated again: "But this idea is somewhat difficult to realize. It may take a long time, because Noah's strength is not enough to ignore all network defenses, and we have also discovered a number of network forces that are not inferior to Noah's strength."

"It's already amazing. There's no need to rush for perfection. You can take it slow and treat it as a goal worth working towards. After all, life is very long, and it's a good thing to find a career worth fighting for in the long term." Professor Lecter chuckled, looking somewhat relieved.

Noah nodded.

"Noah gets it."

After a while, he seemed to have been unable to hold back and added, "Besides Noah, you are the only one who has the authority to move freely in the Garden of Eden and to materialize things."

"Didn't Adam have it?" Professor Lecter's eyes made Noah feel that his little thoughts were easily seen through. His face became hot and he looked away.

"Stupid Adam... well, he actually has authority second only to Noah and the professor..."

Professor Lecter's smile became more obvious.

......

Gin has been very busy lately.

very busy.

Although Yuan Jiaming was executed to silence him during the Twin Towers incident, and the Twin Towers were blown up in a very arrogant and high-profile manner, the impact of the organization's information leakage was not completely eliminated.

You know, although Yuan Jiaming died tragically, it didn't scare everyone. Many rats who were already on the edge of being exposed decided to take the risk, and then the task of silencing them fell on the action team.

The principle of the organization's task allocation is that if it is a routine task, the intelligence group will gather information and then allocate it according to the strengths and weaknesses of different groups. For example, if a group is short of combat talents and has more members who are good at using firearms, then they will tend to be given long-range sniping tasks rather than tasks that require infiltration or even ambush.

If there is a surge in the amount of tasks, it is often necessary for several groups to cooperate with each other and make up for each other's shortcomings. Therefore, the relationship between different groups in the action team is mostly good. After all, they may occasionally become teammates, and it is a life-and-death business.

But this also means that once it is discovered that there are rats among them, the number of people to be executed will suddenly become very small because of the need to avoid suspicion.

Generally speaking, an organization rarely asks a member to kill another member he is familiar with, even if that person is found to be an undercover agent. On the one hand, the two parties are familiar with each other, and it is difficult to resolve the situation in a short period of time, which may lead to accidents. On the other hand, it is to avoid the organization members from developing a negative mentality of "the death of the rabbit leads to the grief of the fox", which will affect the efficiency of subsequent tasks and cause unnecessary losses to the organization.

Therefore, unless the organization already has doubts about the person and wants to test his loyalty, it will rarely arrange members who are familiar with each other to deal with undercover agents.

Then Rum thought that since they were strong enough, it wouldn't take too long, and since they had nothing to do with the other groups, wouldn't that leave Gin alone? He just decided to leave the job of cleaning up the undercover agents to Gin.

Gin himself actually didn't have any objections. The helicopter bombing of the building not long ago made him feel great, and he was in a good mood for a long time. He looked at Bourbon and Vermouth more favorably. In addition, he himself had a workaholic mentality, so he naturally didn't mind working overtime.

But there are too many jumping out this time!!

There were people from the FBI, CIA, MI6, KGB, ICPO, and countless public security departments from various countries. For this set of information, he would have to run around for at least half a month, even if only one person came forward from each company.

This can also be blamed on the fact that the organization had done a very good job of keeping secrets. Only this time in several years did a little information leak out. This little information alone has already exceeded the achievements of most undercover agents in the organization over the years. So after weighing the pros and cons, many undercover agents would rather be exposed directly and try to get it.

In short, his action flow these days is: go to the organization base to get equipment, drive with vodka, kill people in various places, return to the organization for supplies, drive with vodka...

He was either in the car, shooting people, or looking for bullets in the organization's base. In half a month, he didn't get more than 24 hours of sleep.

After finally killing the mice, I breathed a sigh of relief and thought I could have a happy holiday, but then Rum threw another urgent task at me.

The penguin virus seemed to have been activated. It was triggered by a programmer who was coerced and bribed by the organization. His name seemed to be Taku Itakura. It seemed that some undercover agent had left some tricks before his death that were not discovered, so he sent the information to him.

Now he is on his way to handle this task.

Although he had saved up 143 days of annual leave and did not take it, he was a bit of a perfectionist. Once the tasks were assigned to him, he would feel uncomfortable if he did not finish them, and he would not feel at ease during the vacation.

After looking at the information sent by Rum on his mobile phone, Gin frowned. This Itakura Taku lived in a mountain villa in Nagano. The exact location could not be seen on the map, and the weather forecast said that it was snowing in that area and cars could not drive through.

After lighting a cigarette to refresh himself, he said to the vodka in the driver's seat: "Find a reason to trick him out."

According to the intelligence, the triggering of the Penguin virus meant that he had not successfully cracked the encryption of the data, so he probably didn't know what was inside. In addition, he went to work obediently the next day, which meant that he had not yet run away, so it should be easy to trick him out.

"Oh." Vodka responded and took out his cell phone to call Itakura Taku.

In the back seat, Grenfiddich looked at Gin's face through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but say, "Are you dying?"

"If you can't speak, you can ask Chianti to sew your mouth shut with a needle." Although Gin's face was pale and his eyes could not hide his fatigue, he fought back without any hesitation.

"If you die, I will definitely drive a truckload of gin over your grave, and ask Vermouth and the others to pool their money to build a bar, and we will dance on your grave every day and have fun every night."

"When you die one day, I will do it for you according to this specification." Gin's voice was flat. He closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and breathed steadily.

"laugh."

Glenfiddich sneered, and when he saw Gin closed his eyes, he didn't say anything else and took out a thin cigarette from his pocket.

However, before he could light it, Vodka finished the call.

"Brother..."

Seeing Gin close his eyes, Vodka lowered his voice and looked at Glenfiddich.

Putting the cigarette back, Glenfiddich asked, "What do you mean?"

Seeing that his eldest brother didn't open his eyes, Vodka thought that it would be the same to say to Glenfiddich, so he said, "He was called out, and I used the excuse that he should deliver the program that the organization wanted in advance. However, that guy Itakura Taku was a bit suspicious and insisted on choosing a place himself, saying that we should meet at the newly built Xianqiao Station at 4 a.m."

"It doesn't matter where you choose it. It would be nice to let him choose a good cemetery for himself."

Grunfiddie glanced at Gin and could tell at a glance that this guy was not asleep at all. A top killer like Gin would not be able to breathe if he was really asleep. Even his heartbeat would slow down to the lowest frequency, like a dead person.

Although he didn't fall asleep, closing his eyes and resting was also a way of resting. With Glenfiddich in the car, it was rare for him to lower his vigilance to this level.

However, most of the process of this task has been handed over to Glenfiddich. The model worker is diligent in completing the task every day, so there is no need to be too concerned about a little laziness.

Vodka drove quickly towards the station where he had made an appointment with Itakura Taku.

When Gin didn't speak, Vodka rarely dared to chat with Glenfiddich alone, so he drove seriously all the way, and Glenfiddich had no interest in disturbing Gin's rest now.

After all, the space in the car is too small to dodge bullets.

He was so bored that he started scrolling through his phone.

I first took a look at the recent news. Apart from murders of all sizes, there were also suicides of all sizes. As the number of bombs he dropped decreased, there were fewer and fewer major commotions in Tokyo. It was like a stagnant pool of water, very boring.

Just then, he suddenly received a message.

"Have you ever thought about destroying your boss's house?"

He raised his eyebrows, showing strong interest.

"Which one?"

“The one that glows golden.”