warn!hacked

Death devours this land.

The blue viscous liquid spread out and spread to the roots and branches of broad-leaved plants.

The branch gradually softened from the bottom, drooping limply like a burnt matchhead, and eventually became charred, rotten and dead.

The liquid continued to spread forward, slowly devouring the land and plants like a ghost, like an undead spreading its wings.

The cold mechatronic sound resounded in the sky.

"World initialization."

"Identify the administrator ID."

After a short pause, the voice became soft and gentle.

"'Little Red Riding Hood', long time no see."

After saying this, a ray of light burst out in the sky, like a bell covering the silent land.

The liquid is blocked, and it tries to climb up the transparent air wall and break through this barrier.After a moment, it gave up and backed away slowly.

The invasion stopped.

******

Noon, South Fourth District.

Because of the high temperature, Watson's protective clothing was soaked when he rushed to the border of the area, and it was uncomfortable to stick to his skin.

He didn't dare to take off his clothes—the acidity of the air exceeded the standard, and his skin would be severely burned if he walked such a long distance if he was exposed.

Climbing up a high slope, Watson stepped on the rock, frowning and looking into the distance.

Famine hit 50 years ago, and all the land in the southern region was covered by fire.After burning for 49 days, the monstrous fire quietly extinguished, leaving a patchy and cracked landscape and difficult-to-plant soil.

Watson went all the way to the border of South Fourth District in order to find someone.

It is said that no matter how great the difficulties and sufferings are, as long as that person agrees to help, everything can be solved easily.

Watson lifted his watch, which bore the bearing dial.

He walked 200 meters according to the specified direction, and after turning over a steep slope, the pointer of his dial watch suddenly swung left and right frequently, the frequency became faster and faster, and finally "clicked", stopped at a strange angle, and remained motionless.

Dial watch is broken.

Watson looked around, but didn't see any electronic jammers. Just when he was confused, a strange scene caught his attention.

--flower.

Flowers that bloom on bones.

The red petals are slender and hang down one by one on the ground.This flower is bigger than the wheel of an off-road vehicle. The rhizome is wrapped around weathered bones, and white mucus is constantly spitting out from the stamen.

……etc?White slime?

Alarm bells rang in his mind, and Watson took a step back.

bad luck!Could it be that he met the most terrifying killer "Red Beauty" in the Southern District?This kind of flower parasitizes on the bones of animals and people, uses acidic air as nutrients, and raises the killing soldier ants with white mucus.

Suddenly, a cloud of black gushed out from the middle of the stamen of "Red Beauty". They spread rapidly and surrounded Watson continuously!

run!

Without any hesitation, Watson turned around and ran quickly, either escaping from the pursuit of the soldier ants, or becoming a parasite for the reproduction of the "Red Beauty".The sound of countless limbs rubbing against the rock and soil pierced his eardrums, and he listened to it, like the harsh noise made when the gate of hell opens.

A black soldier ant jumped onto his shoulders!

He quickly photographed the thing, staggered in panic, fell on the sandstone, and rolled down a hillside.Only three words remained in Watson's mind - "it's over".

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

……

The heart was beating violently, and time passed, but the soldier ants did not catch up.

Watson gasped and stood up, looking in the direction where he fell.He was surprised to find that the ink-like black soldier ants were suspended in the air. They seemed to have hit a piece of transparent glass, and they couldn't move forward no matter what.

Something saved his life.

The air was twisted by the steaming heat, Watson took a breath, turned and looked around.

On the empty and quiet flat ground, a house stands abruptly.

It was a normal wooden bungalow, and even the exposed wood grain could be seen.

but--

Under the high temperature and high acidity air corrosion, it is impossible to build such a simple wooden house on the hard red brown rock land.

Watson simply tidied up his clothes and approached the cabin.

The door was ajar, and the wind that came out was a bit cool, which was completely different from the temperature outside.

Hanging loosely from the doorknob was a sign that read—

"If you accept business, you will not refuse. If you have something to say, don't knock on the door."

So Watson pushed the door open and walked in, and the comfortable temperature instantly enveloped him.

Things in the house are messy, with debris piled up everywhere, and there is no place to stay.

There are all kinds of posters on the walls of the wooden house, which are crooked. There is also a large map that occupies the entire wall. There are countless signs circled in red pen on it, and the word "debug" is written.

There is a table at the southernmost end of the room. Although the table is large, the tabletop is tightly squeezed by stacks of books.Toilet paper, cups, pots and pans are all piled on the table, making it difficult to see what is behind.

Watson took off the protective mask, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Excuse me—is there anyone here?"

As soon as the words were finished, I heard a very soft "huh" from behind the table.

Watson took a closer look, and saw that the table shook slightly, and several tall stacks of books were crumbling.Before he could react, there was another movement, and several stacks of books were pushed down and scattered into a pile on the ground.

A young man slowly raised his head from the surrounding sundries, his hair was a little messy, his sky blue eyes were open in a daze, obviously he hadn't woken up yet.A giant headset hangs around his neck, and his short-sleeved T-shirt is clean and white as if it had just been painted.

Even though he is in a messy space, he doesn't make people feel dirty or disgusted at all.He looked about the same, very young, with a handsome appearance, and a natural and casual demeanor, without the slightest trace of being contaminated by the world.

The young man waited for a long time before he glanced at the pile of books scattered on the ground and sighed: "Oh... I have to clean up again."

Watson compared the location with the data and came to an unbelievable conclusion.

— This is the person he was looking for.

According to the rumors in the market, that person is described as a flower of the high mountains, inaccessible and mysterious.But Watson came over to see it for himself and felt that it was not that exaggerated.This person looked no different from an ordinary young man.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Joe?" Watson asked tentatively, "My name is Watson."

"Call me Bei Qiao." The young man who called himself "Bei Qiao" stood up and stretched his waist, put one hand on the table, and jumped over the table with one hand, and landed firmly on the ground with clean movements. .

He simply stroked his hair with his hands, walked up to Watson in a few steps, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Since 5 minutes ago, the system has been alarming non-stop. Did you disturb the police on your way here?" Something weird."

Watson nodded, "This place is remote and dangerous. I met the 'Red Beauty' on the way here."

Bei Qiao blinked, "Oh, I can meet that smelly flower every time I go out."

"..." Watson didn't answer for a moment.

After a long while, he finally said with difficulty: "Then Mr. Qiao, you... run very fast."

"Why do you want to run? Can't you just delete it?" Bei Qiao stretched out his hand and gestured in the air, and then said, "Well, I mean, just unplug it."

Now Watson looked at Bei Qiao's expression as if he was looking at a monster.

He finally understood why someone recommended him to Bei Qiao.

It is said that Bei Qiao opens a shop in the South District to accept commissions, and does not accept money or treasures, as long as visitors provide information and map clues—yes, Bei Qiao is collecting all information about this world.The more difficult the questions raised by the guests are, the more devoted Bei Qiao becomes.I have never heard him complain that there are too many tasks and no time to deal with them.

Compared with buying and selling, the relationship between Bei Qiao and the guests is more like a cooperative relationship.

—I offer you help.

——You gave me information.

Some people speculate that Bei Qiao wants to become the ruler of this world, while others say that he himself is the god of this world.

"Okay, stop rambling, let's get down to business." Bei Qiao's voice brought Watson back to reality. "What are you here for today?"

"The situation in the third southern district is urgent." Watson said in a serious tone, "I belong to the Jinmai Merchant Group. Our group has lived in the western part of the third southern district for a long time, and even stationed at the base, and occasionally went out for business. But just last week , Many people have disappeared one after another! All kinds of communication methods can’t be contacted, and the disappearances are still going on!”

Bei Qiao said "Oh", and glanced at the map on the wall, "Describe the specific situation. Is there a certain rule, one a day?"

"One a day, how did you guess?" Watson said in surprise.

Bei Qiao didn't respond to Watson's words, and continued to ask: "Are there any detailed coordinate points? If not, a coordinate system range is fine."

"J2, A8, C5, South Three District." Watson reported several locations.

Bei Qiao walked to the side of the map, stretched out his hand and clicked on several locations in the third southern district, then his eyes widened as if he had discovered some new continent, and he raised his hand to cover half of his face with a "snap".

"Is there a problem?" Watson said nervously.

"It's not your problem." Bei Qiao took a deep breath, "It's me who should apologize. I changed the procedures here half a month ago."

Watson: "...program?"

Next, Watson heard Bei Qiao talking to himself like a psychopath.

"But why is there a mistake in that position? It's obviously not commonly used..."

"Probably there is a problem with the data return."

"Where is the data stored? No... I have to pick it out."

After saying this, Bei Qiao turned around and leaned against the wall, pushed the earphones to his head with one hand and put them on, and gently uttered a word from his mouth.

"Hello World."

As if an invisible mechanism had been activated, the air in the room fluctuated for a moment, and then white light overflowed from the ground, gradually expanding and spreading across the entire space.

The blue light screen danced and turned into a display screen and a keyboard, appearing in front of and beside Bei Qiao in turn.

The string of "0" and "1" quickly swept across the top of the screen, followed by rows of neatly arranged letters and running symbols.

Almost as soon as he saw these codes, the sleepiness and laziness on Bei Qiao's face disappeared.His eyes were focused on the screen, and he didn't even notice Watson's increasingly dull expression.

"This is... God?" Watson murmured.

Bei Qiao finally took a look at him, and raised his hand to straighten the earphones.

"Brother, have you ever seen a god who forced a working dog hard?"