After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

The real person withdrew his sinful hands, wiped two handfuls on his trouser legs, and wanted to pretend that nothing happened just now.

Even the facial paralysis procedure couldn't suppress the wandering of his eyes.

After admiring the green plants in the background behind the Sanhua cat for a while, the real person made up for his sudden strange movement, and then reached out and patted the cat's back: "There is ash, go home and take a bath."

After all, he walked faster, and in a blink of an eye there was only a shadow left.

Natsume Soseki squatted on the spot for a while, seeing no one around, the cat's body suddenly twisted and elongated and returned to a human form.

The old man with two mustaches and a very young spirit who can't see that he is nearly [-] years old sighed, the hand holding the crutch helplessly supported his forehead, and was about to leave here, when the leg that he stepped out suddenly retracted.

Natsume Soseki lowered his head and dusted off his clothes. The earthy orange color is very resistant to dirt, as if it was covered with some dust that he didn't know where?

The shortest straight line between two points.

The real person saw a public restroom a few hundred meters away on the map, and ran straight across the flower bed to wash his hands.

Thinking of what was on the disk just now, he couldn't hold back and pinched it twice, his hands trembled and he almost burst into tears: [This memory must be deleted for me!Otherwise, this hand is really unacceptable...]

The system saw that his skin was about to peel off after washing, swallowed the question of why he couldn't have it, and still refused: [This is not within the scope of my business. ]

It's not impossible.

The real person recovers from his grief, trying to forget the existence of his right hand and talk about business.

[Just like the keyboard in red mode can control body movement, it mobilizes the musculoskeletal. Just now I asked how precise the control of my body can be, and can foreign objects entering the body be indirectly driven? ]

Daoist's current species is a curse spirit, and the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks it is feasible.

The system immediately understood what he meant, and was surprised that he didn't always think about playing games, [It's okay. ]

[Manipulate your blood wrapped, it can indeed be done. ]

The system composed of higher-dimensional data binds the host with the energy allocated by the main system, and temporarily lives in the host's body, like a benign parasitic relationship, usually occupying the head where the brain is located.

Of course, the decent system will not read the host's memory without permission.

Deleting and modifying the host's memory is also expressly prohibited.

The number xxxx01 system bound to the real person wrote the black technology program for him. It is actually very simple to explain the principle. It is to use keyboard keys instead of the brain that initiates commands, and directly give commands to the body.

Therefore, it is impossible to make movements beyond the limits of the body, and the movements are very fast and in place just like forming a conditioned reflex.

Of course, when it comes to actual implementation, every attack is different. This program will make specific adjustments based on the images and body sensations that the user sees, and the calculation behind it is huge.

People can't make the cells in their bodies move the way they want, but real people can.

His ability can change the soul into any shape, and the fine operation requires an inverse proportion to the consumption of mana, and it is impossible to do it with [-]% now.But the system can skip the spell and directly issue instructions.

Of course, this bug is limited to the body, so as to ensure the conservation of mana power and not consume it as much as possible.

Seeing the real person, he immediately searched for the nearest hospital on the map, and the system felt a little complicated.

I thought he didn't understand that the program mode he wrote was actually something that could manipulate himself, and he just thought it was a game simulator.

It turns out that the real person already knew it, and just let him modify his memory.

The system felt that what this host lacked might not be vigilance, but a heart.

Coming out of the blood bank of the hospital, Zhenren walked away with a syringe.

When the blood is injected into the body, the system uses the blood of a real person to push the liquid to the surface of the body, and the naked eye cannot see any difference in appearance.

The real person didn't feel anything, [Will this stink after a long time? ]

The system thought: [Although it is not a vacuum-sealed environment, as long as it does not exceed three days, it should not smell bad. ]

The real person took it seriously, and quickly went to the pier to supervise the loading, and rushed to the gin to join the blood.

—

Soon after the real person left, Qin Jiu received a call from his younger brother.

Vodka asked Belmode to take away the core researcher with a pass and lost contact with the weird behavior. All this happened after she inspected the syringe that had been destroyed.

The third in command of the organization has great authority, and the researcher was quickly found and explained everything.

He was very wronged and didn't know anything. He obviously didn't do this, but he was called up by absinthe in the middle of the night to do a physical evidence appraisal. He thought he could continue to sleep when no blood was found on the needle, and the woman asked him to leave with important documents.

Just as the real person guessed, Gin also felt that the absence of blood did not prove anything.

Just a few fingerprints cannot prove that it is the one used by Makoto Ito.

What's more, the researcher's statement is different. He said that he stole and deleted an important part of the backup of the experiment, but Vodka got the complete data.

Finally, through Amuro Toru, another protagonist was indirectly contacted.

Belmode, who started to have PTSD ringtones, turned off his mobile phone, listened to the radio in the car, and watched the police search for the missing girl and boy. question.

Knowing her position, she pushed the question to the researcher.

I just said that I did check, but I didn't find any blood, so I left regretfully. When I left the base, I also met Ito Makoto and Amuro Toru.

The researcher got Belmode's pass and tried to escape, and stole the organization's important research materials. As for the data that was deleted but recovered inexplicably, the investigation results came out immediately.

Dramatically, a backup file was deleted by mistake.

Although this unlucky researcher will be strictly controlled and guarded, his organization will still be used to keep him from moving.

The source of this series of events points to a person——

Treau, Makoto Ito.

"Absinthe, why do you doubt Makoto Ito's identity?"

Qin Jiu didn't know how much he believed, and finally asked in a deep voice.

Belmode smiled and gave a somewhat absurd and true answer: "I saw him in the Cowboy's shop before, and now I think about it, except for that face, there is no similarity in personality at all."

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The business trip to Yokohama has been completed, and the blue-haired youth drove over to pick up the gin.

"The goods have been handed over."

The silver-haired man explained what happened at the stronghold in a few sentences, and asked him what he wanted to say.

Makoto Ito shook his head after thinking for a while, feeling that it had nothing to do with him.

Qin Jiu turned his hand to hold the dagger, leaving a line of blood across the side of Makoto Ito's neck. The latter seemed to be the one who brushed past the deadly threat not by himself, and he never raised his eyelids.

Satisfied with Cointreau's reaction like a soulless instrument, Gin is naturally willing to believe in the most handy knife he personally brought out, but he also knows that human beings are easily deceived by appearances.

He is a suspicious person, cruelty and prudence are the cornerstones of standing in this position all the way.

Wipe the blood from the dagger onto the handkerchief.

Gin Jiu stared at his subordinates with condensed eyes: "I hope this matter really has nothing to do with you."

After returning to Tokyo from Yokohama, the wound on his neck had healed long ago, and it barely looked like it was still hurt because of the dried blood that hadn't been wiped off.

Fortunately, Gin sat on the other side of the car, and the light was relatively dark.

After sending the person to the base, the third in command will report to the gentleman on the final negotiation with the port Mafia. There is nothing else to be done by a real person, so he can't wait to leave work early.

back home.

The first thing a real person does is flush the toilet.

"What a waste, why does Gin take that little blood?"

After slandering, he also took out his knife, looking at himself in the mirror, wondering where to start.

[Don't worry about cutting, the pain is still blocked. ]

Seeing the blade move up the finger, the system interrupted: [If the cut is too small, it will heal immediately. ]

The real person's lips squirmed a few times, but he couldn't handle it very well: "Can't it be excreted normally?"

The system naturally asked: [Did you urinate after becoming a curse spirit? ]

The real man was silent.

He asked in a daze: "So they are actually decorations now?"

[You just found out? ]

"..."

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The real person put adhesive plasters on his neck for more than a week. It was estimated that the healing speed was fast and he tore it off.

Not long after getting the name of the wine, Gin did not give up his younger brother Vodka, and soon transferred the real person to perform the task alone.

In the blink of an eye, it has been three months since he crossed over, summer is over and autumn is ushering in.

What the system didn't expect was that Zhenren and Gojo Satoru were so persistent that they were completely matched in the game.

The host not only spends the black money earned by the organization in the game to buy equipment, but even proposes to let it develop a new function, which will synchronize the game interface to the light screen, so that it is convenient to refresh the level during missions.

Rejected by the system without any room for bargaining.

After playing AR for so long, you still want to dual-play?

In short, there is no supervision, and after completing the undercover mission, the host game is really fun.

The system looked at the happiness rating that had already met the standard and was approaching the full score, so it came to the above conclusion.

Although it really wants to retire, it always has an ominous premonition that it will actively or passively cause a mess as soon as it leaves the host, making it suspect that the vest of the host will not survive three days after it leaves.

The system reflected on whether it was too special for this host.

In order to help the host get used to living in a different world, it is not uncommon to set up some "programs", but the number of programs it writes for real people... seems a bit too much.

According to the past rules, the host can generally adapt to life in about a week, but he is still unable to take care of himself because he often commits Mercury retrograde and gets a completely unfamiliar ID card.

But unknowingly, the "real person" who was originally a human being gradually began to get used to it, and has a judgment that is more in line with human thinking than it is.

Most importantly, he trusted, or relied on, it too much.

The system felt that it was time to go offline, but it was a little worried, so it decided to dive and observe for a while.

After all, as long as they don't speak, the host will not find out that they exist.

[The happiness rating has reached the standard, I'm going back to the main system to report on my work. ]

When these words suddenly sounded in my mind, the real person was at the scene of gangsters, murderers, and robbers. Hearing this, he accidentally fired two more shots at the corpse.

After making sure that there were no living people around, he said with some melancholy, "You're leaving."

[Yes. ] The system supplements the abilities that may be used by the real person on the light screen, and asks: [Location monitoring and wiretapping... what else do you want? ]

The real person knew that it would not be with him all the time, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden.

Due to the special nature of his work, he couldn't get close to the undercover who was also a good guy, and he couldn't find a common topic with other winery employees.

I can only talk to the system at ordinary times, and I have long regarded it as a friend.

He squatted down to check the corpse for what he wanted, and casually asked, "Are you so kind to every host?"

[No. ]

Before the real person was touched for a few seconds, he heard it say again.

[Because you are the only one who is not only unlucky, but also loves to play. ]

Then without waiting for the real person to refute, the system directly said goodbye: [Goodbye, I hope you will never hear my voice again. ]

[……goodbye. ]

The real person wiped the sore tip of his nose with the back of his hand that was not stained with blood, and felt that without the facial paralysis procedure, he would accidentally lose his composure, and his voice was a little hoarse: [It is really thanks to your care during this time...]

After finishing the mission neatly and going home, he washed off the smell of blood in the bathroom.

Sit in the bathtub and watch the water vapor in the air.

My mind is so quiet and empty.

Today, the real person suddenly didn't want to go to the game to hack each other with Gojo Satoru, his consciousness moved out of the light screen, and saw the thoughtful tutorial of new abilities popping up on it, his vision was fogged by water vapor.

"Can you still contact the system?"

He whispered to himself, but never got a response.

[Okay, send an email if there is a problem. ]

The real person was startled by the electronic sound that suddenly sounded in his head. He sat up straight against the edge of the bathtub and woke up: "You haven't left yet?"

[...It's quite troublesome to uninstall. ]

The farewell has been said, and it is rare for a real person to go to bed before midnight.

One night without dreams, the next morning.

After calling the system several times without getting a response, the real person immediately opened the email to send a message after confirming that the system had left.

【system! 】

The system replied in seconds: [What's wrong? 】

The real person put his fingers through the hair that was still loose and scratched it twice, [I'll try to see how the speed of the cross-world network is, by the way, have you arrived yet? 】

system:……

Seeing that the host was depressed in the background, it tried to comfort it.

[Send an email if something happens, I will come back. 】

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Treau's DNA test results are correct, and he is Ito Makoto who has been in prison several times.

Qin Jiu transferred him to perform the task alone because everything that can be taught to him has already been taught. In order to maximize the benefits, let him create more value for the organization.

Gin has rarely seen someone who is more indifferent and cruel than himself, Makoto Ito is one of them.

It seems that he can pull the trigger on anyone including himself without changing his face. As an invincible weapon used by the organization, Cointreau even vaguely regards killing as a game, and he can't find the true feelings of normal human beings from him.

Either anger or joy.

In addition to running around for organizations he regards as his faith, Gin sometimes visits underground bounty websites, and always encounters unexpected discoveries.

Just like today, Gin saw a photo of "Makoto Ito" on the bounty website.

It should have been taken many years ago, and the person in the photo was still a teenager.

She has short, neat blue hair and smiles flawlessly.

Those pupils are not like the dead silence of Cointreau, as if they are like the sea surface seen by opening eyes under the clear sky, full of blue and boundless wantonness.

The detailed description below succinctly states——

[A reward of one billion is offered, if you want to see a person if you live, you want to see a corpse if you die. 】