"...What is going on?" After connecting to the unknown device, the current situation made Aaron a little confused. This was not the first time he had connected to the virtual reality network, but the same encounter had never happened before.

Now he is in a street environment that looks very much like the Ninth District before the disaster. High-rise buildings and shacks form a chaotic street scene. People who are busy making a living are coming and going on the street. Their clothes and equipment look...

It was slightly different from contemporary times. Aaron couldn't pinpoint a definite era based on these, but it just felt somewhat similar to the world when he first remembered it.

However, he cannot obtain more information, because now he cannot even move his eyes with his own consciousness. Now he is like a soul trapped in the body of others, unable to do anything about this virtual world.

Without any interference, we can only watch helplessly as the world continues to develop according to its own development.

Just when Aaron felt at a loss, a man came towards him, and he was shocked when he saw the man's face.

That's right, even though he looked much younger than the old director he knew, there was no doubt that the person walking towards him was the old director himself! Aaron still remembered that there was a photo of his father and his colleagues in the bureau in his father's office.

The photo was probably taken a few years after Aaron was born. The image of the old director in the photo is almost the same as what I see now.

"I didn't expect you to really want to see me." The old director looked cold and defensive, not at all the kind-hearted person he was like later on.

"I need like-minded allies, and it's worth the risk." He spoke in a voice that Aaron had never heard before. It was hoarse and magnetic, giving people an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

"What's the risk? Do you know that I can take you back to the bureau and spend decades in prison right now?" the director sneered.

"If you had such an intention, you wouldn't be here at all." The owner of the body said nonchalantly.

"Yes, this ghost place has given me too many bad memories. To be honest, my legs are shaking now that I have set foot on the land here again." The director said with lingering fear.

"I know that the experiences you told me are true." The owner of the body said with some sympathy.

"Were you there at that time?" The director's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"The Internet is everywhere, my friend." The owner of the body was still calm, "No matter what, it can't change the fact that I live here. Your action made my home a mess. Shouldn't I pay attention to it?"

"We are for law and order!" the director said angrily.

"Whose order?" the owner of the body asked calmly, "your laws stipulate that any citizen who pays taxes in accordance with the law has corresponding rights. Look at the busy people on the street. They were also citizens who abided by the law and paid taxes.

How did the law treat them at that time?”

The director opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

"A fair law is a law, and an unfair law is just a bad law, at least for those of us who have not been treated fairly." The owner of the body stretched out a hand towards the director, and Aaron was surprised to find that it was a hand.

A robotic arm with no disguise at all, "Just because of such a simple difference, we are excluded from the public. The mainstream society has in fact deprived us of our rights as equal citizens. You still expect us to continue to maintain your law and order."

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"According to what you say, my colleagues should die?" The director lowered his head, and Aaron could see his gnashing of teeth.

"It is understandable that you value the lives of your colleagues, but the other people killed by you and your colleagues do not seem to be within the scope of your concern at all. It is unfair for you to demand justice from them."

The owner of the body remains calm,

"That was just...a misunderstanding." The director bit his lip tightly.

"You have to pay the price for doing something wrong, that's all." The owner of the body shook his head, "What's more, your misunderstanding directly caused the death of a child."

"Sure enough, you saw everything." The director became more and more like a deflating ball, and his whole body quickly became depressed.

"This is the main reason why I found you." The owner of the body sighed, "I know you are suffering. You want to do something to make up for your mistakes, but you don't know what to do. If you are allowed to continue

If you continue like this, you will destroy yourself and bring a large number of people to be buried with you."

"So what do you want to do, what kind of salvation do you want to sell me?" The director smiled sarcastically.

"Can't you?" The owner of the body responded with a gentle smile.

"I need a reason." After a brief hesitation, the director looked at the person in front of him seriously, "Convince me that this is not a damn trap, otherwise you'd better pretend that nothing happened before."

"Perhaps it would be more convincing to show you the facts." The owner of the body nodded, "Would you like to follow me? I will take you somewhere."

"That's right, you're just pretending to be a ghost." The director sneered and followed him anyway.

Aaron was very familiar with the journey that followed. The two of them went to the secret room that Aaron was currently in. However, the building above the secret room was still standing intact at that time. The person who controlled the place seemed to be a gang who made a living by running a leather bag company. They were carefree.

Gangsters and financial swindlers in suits and ties mingle together, chatting and laughing, giving them a sense of absurd humor.

Despite the tight security here, the two people entered the building without encountering any form of interrogation. Everyone who passed them seemed to think they didn't exist at all.

"What did you do to them?" The director quickly discovered something was wrong and asked the owner of the body in a low voice.

"It's not a big deal, it's just to modify their cognition so that they take us as a natural existence. People's attention can easily be distracted by some sense of familiarity. As long as these people's brains are given a certain impression of 'déjà vu',

They will subconsciously not pay attention to it," the owner of the body explained.

"Is it possible outside?" The director's jaw almost dropped in shock, and Aaron was almost the same. As far as Aaron knew, it would be difficult for anyone to do this kind of "cognitive trick" even in modern times.

"It depends on whether a person has been electronically encephalized and the strength of the firewall they have installed." The owner of the body shook his head slightly, "I chose this place as my base because the people here are engaged in financial fraud, so they are bound to

They carry out electronic brain modification, and the cheap and outdated firewall in their brains is easy to break through. If it is a military or police model, such as the one installed in your brain now, it will take some time to change the cognition. "

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the director. It seemed that he was worried that his cognition would be modified at will. If you think about it carefully, his worries were very reasonable. It was a big deal for anyone to have his or her autonomous consciousness distorted.

A very terrible disaster.

The elevator stopped at the second underground floor, and workers coming and going were doing renovations on the floor. The underground nuclear bunker that Aaron had just seen has not yet been assembled, but the main structure has been built. From this, it can be judged that at this point in time, at least

Before Christmas in 2060, even the decoration workers looked dull, which made people feel uneasy.

"Don't worry, I will pay you when they finish it." The owner of the body noticed the director's concern and smiled.

"You have turned yourself into a god." The director said what Aaron wanted to say. If a person can distort other people's perception of reality at will and let others act according to their own will, what is the difference between this person and a god?

"I'm just a human being." The owner of the body disagreed with this argument. "Not to mention that there are far more powerful hackers in the world than me. Just talk about any federal congressman. They don't need to have abilities like mine.

I can rely on my power and financial resources to achieve results that I can't even achieve, and even hire people like me to work for them. If I were a god, what would they be? Gods above gods?"

The director was so shocked that he couldn't say anything. As a defender of order, he knew very well how much energy the high-level officials in the system mobilized. Those people were the ones who could really turn their hands into clouds and rain. Their words, movements, and even looks made all the difference.

It can cause extraordinary disputes that can determine life and death.

"This is it. What I want you to see is inside." The owner of the body stood in front of the secret room that Aaron found. "The things inside may be a bit exciting for you now. I will give you another choice.

Chance."
Chapter completed!