Chapter 110: “The chicken from the other side contacted ”
The cowlick little chicken was keeping a close eye on Chu Zu’s movents.
The Maginot Line between Guanfu’s and Chu Zu’s seas of consciousness was still there, established on a gentleman’s agreent.
Guanfu wouldn’t cross the line, and neither would the cowlick little chicken.
Mainly because it couldn’t.
The cowlick little chicken couldn’t see what was happening in the administrator’s room, not even if it used ng Yu'an’s protagonist authority.
Guanfu was very open-minded: “When we’re needed, the Earth teacher will co and notify us.”
The cowlick little chicken was at a loss for words: “Your wording is too…”
Guanfu: “Brother Dai, how about we look at the reader comnts? After this job is done, we should be getting a promotion anyway. You can look at the comnts and fantasize about the bright future of a promotion, a raise, and increased authority, okay?”
The cowlick little yellow chicken: “...”
The cowlick little yellow chicken: “Okay.”
Although Guanfu said “we,” his attention was not on the reader forum.
ng Yu'an’s colleague had been closely monitoring the information online.
It was now six-thirty in the morning.
The sound of the civilian colleague’s keyboard had not stopped.
He was still constantly inputting bytes.
The Financial Street had undergone two major changes in just one day.
This was unprecedented.
Life here was chaotic and cruel.
The little tricks of the Financial Street were always present in the details.
Whether it was gas or investnts, the players were completely engrossed in these things, gradually forgetting the original complexity of life in the simple and brutal order.
And they also forgot the original multifaceted nature of humanity.
ng Yu'an went over to take a look.
His colleague had already written up to The Erosion of the Ideology of Separation of Powers and Responsibilities under the Extre Capitalist Market.
The next line was “Zu Qisheng and Zu Qian seem to be reshaping the class nature of this distorted ideology.”
ng Yu'an: “...”
ng Yu'an: “What are you writing?”
“A debriefing.”
His colleague said as he was typing.
Everything he was typing was not human language.
At least, when ng Yu'an glanced at it, he couldn’t understand anything except for the characters themselves.
He rembered that the debriefings at the Ninth Division of Special Cases were very simple, with lower requirents than for detectives.
You just had to write down the ti, place, people, what happened, and the result it was comparable to a primary school student’s composition.
You just had to finish writing what you were supposed to write.
His colleague was clearly a civilian employee with aspirations.
“If I can get out, I’ll directly use this opportunity to get a promotion.”
His colleague sighed, “Don’t you care about your job title at all? Every mission debriefing can be sent for review. The Ninth Division of Special Cases needs more information about unknown threats, as well as the corresponding theoretical basis.”
ng Yu'an humbly learned: “And then use the theory to respond to the crisis?”
He thought it made sense.
When encountering a situation like the Financial Street, just fighting and killing was clearly not enough.
He didn’t even know where to direct his energy.
His colleague said calmly: “And then use the theoretical basis that the higher-ups don’t understand to apply for a large amount of funding.”
ng Yu'an: “...”
His colleague’s tone was tinged with a very slight mockery: “The economic recession is a fact. The unemploynt rate is rising, wage growth has stagnated, and the term ‘flexible employnt’ is appearing more and more frequently. The industries are also shrinking one after another.”
“This is just what you can see with your own eyes. What you can’t see is also lurking under the surface. Governnt finances, social assistance needs, infrastructure construction projects…”
“These problems started to be exposed when we were detectives before.”
“Before, you ntioned a case from a few years ago to . I didn’t react, but later I rembered you were trying to talk about Zu Qisheng, right?”
His colleague finished typing another line.
It was hard to imagine how he could write a full page of "non-human content" while also completing his statent.
“Zu Qisheng lived in your house for almost half a year. During that half year, you were like a fool, asking around how to raise a teenager. At that ti, there was a topic, a topic about pedophilia.”
“We investigated. The suspect who was almost beaten to death had no previous history of pedophilia. His target group was adults from whom he could extract benefits. He did not contact children. When he went to the red-light district in a foreign country, he also chose more mature and full-figured won.”
“We investigated his ho outside the factory. He didn’t pay attention to children. During the interrogation afterwards, he didn’t know what he was thinking. It was as if it just happened.”
ng Yu'an frowned more and more as he listened: “What are you trying to say? Could it be that this is still?”
“Of course it can’t be the child’s problem.”
His colleague looked at him as if he were looking at an idiot and an illiterate.
“Many studies will discuss the sex industry and pedophilia together, because it is very difficult to control pedophilia caused by the family environnt. You can only intervene.”
“That part belongs to the individual’s perverted behavior. The cases that can be included in big data research are basically related to two things.”
“Economic cycles and ideology.”
“The womb of Europe, Ukrainian brides, the legalization of the red-light district in foreign countries, all of these are hidden under freedom and democracy. The sex trade and the organ trade are equivalent to so extent.”
“The global sex trade is gradually getting younger and younger. This is a fact. Scholars have such a research direction: when the sex trade is rampant and AIDS becos a significant problem, the powerful and wealthy will choose younger and younger children.”
His colleague said, “So you go and look at that murderer again. His first goal is always money. And when he has exploited enough benefits from the victims and begins to think that he has so kind of special privilege, he has not even touched the edge of capital, but has begun to follow the old path of capital. Zu Qisheng beca his target.”
“This real-life crisis has long had ons, not just poverty, inflation, the subpri mortgage crisis, drugs… okay, now you look at the Financial Street.”
He wrote down what he had said in the docunt: “The Financial Street is essentially cleaner, because it is not controlled by humans. Its operation is more standardized. It objectifies all classes equally.”
“The Financial Street has a very magical landscape. You can see magnified greed here, but you can’t see a certain landscape of a healthy and unhealthy society—human sexuality.”
“The South Koreans have summarized that, apart from cri, when the entire society has lost its vitality, sexuality will beco the last luxury.”
His colleague said seriously: “So, that’s how Zu Qisheng was able to get to this point safely—it would be very difficult for him to reach the sa height in the real world. If you want to take him out, have you considered the impact that the real world will have on him and his younger brother?”
ng Yu'an heard a hint of a bad on.
“What do you an? Your words sound as if this is so very good place.”
His colleague finished writing the last line and at the sa ti, typed out the proposed title.
A Socialized Discussion on the Rationality of the Existence of the Financial Street.
ng Yu'an’s eyebrows were almost squeezing a fly to death.
He felt a sense of disbelief.
His colleague had also seen what this place was like.
People die every day.
The corpses on the street were either black and red, or shining with a golden light.
The people who left the exchange were bleeding and showed a crazed desperation.
Where was it reasonable?
“Don’t think so much. Our mission is just to investigate, not to make decisions. It’s not our turn to make decisions.”
As his colleague was speaking, his face suddenly changed.
He looked sharply at his bracelet.
ng Yu'an’s actions were also exactly the sa.
The second economic law, which had been in place for less than a day, had changed again.
The third economic law was officially implented.
Outside the window, the high-hanging gold coin also had so movent.
The numbers on the central display were rising at an indiscernible speed, soaring by a full nine digits in a very short period of ti.
The golden corpses below gradually lted, turning into golden particles and dissipating in the faint morning light.
The entire Financial Street was silent for two or three seconds.
All the atrocities stopped.
If you walked on the street, you could clearly see a strange look of difference and fear in the players’ eyes.
Bang, bang, bang, bang.
There were no screams, only the dull thuds of the players falling to the ground after going bankrupt, one after another, reminding everyone your carnival should stop.
ng Yu'an felt a chill.
His colleague’s thinking seed to have been eroded by this place and had beco strange.
He was actually judging the pros and cons between two equally bad worlds and thought that this was rational speculation.
Why not make changes and efforts in the real world, which was truly normal?
They had already done much better than most countries.
There was no reason for them to be pessimistic and not confident.
And now, his colleague’s light words made him feel a sense of astonishnt.
“Zu Qian… The Third Economic Law… he’s protecting Financial Street.”
No, he’s protecting his older brother.
This thought suddenly appeared in ng Yu'an’s mind.
He finally understood what the essential difference was between the players who had adapted to this place and the people of normal society.
Zu Qisheng was a typical elite who had adapted to the Financial Street, but Zu Qian had never looked at the Financial Street with a straight eye.
The ga was for his brother, cleaning up the riot on the street was for his brother, and the current Third Economic Law was also for his brother.
Then who would protect him?
He had brought a new order, had restricted what could be restricted, and had also put shackles, or rather, a brand, on all the players who could leave here.
Even if the players really left, they could not put this crazy experience behind them.
Their lives were still in the hands of the Financial Street.
In ng Yu'an’s view, Zu Qian was like he had truly turned the Financial Street into a huge prison.
A prisoner is a prisoner, and they will always be on tenterhooks for the rest of their lives.
At this mont, Yu Yan contacted him: “Officer ng! Co quickly! Sothing’s wrong with the boss!!!”
The university student on the other end of the line had already firmly rembered after being educated that if you encountered sothing you couldn’t decide, you should find the police.
The forr police officer was also a police officer.
Yu Yan’s speech was rapid: “Since The Third Economic Law was implented, the boss has been clutching his chest as if he can’t breathe. It’s useless to send him to the hospital. The examiner says there’s nothing wrong, but he’s about to go into shock from suffocation!!!”
ng Yu'an imdiately got up: “Where are you now?”
“We’re on our way ho. The streets are so strange now, even more terrifying than last night. So players recognized the boss’s car and rushed over without a care for their lives, trying to borrow money. Please co quickly. I can’t do anything!”
His colleague called out to him: “You’d better not get involved in the two Zu brothers’ affairs, old ng.”
“Do you want to hear what kind of bullshit you’re talking about?”
ng Yu'an really couldn’t stand it.
He covered the mouthpiece of his phone and roared in anger.
“Zu Qisheng reminded not to go to the exchange, and it was only then that I stopped you and prevented the situation from deteriorating.”
“Zu Qian has placed restrictions on the exchange and the Financial Street. He has nipped the most inhumane acts in the bud.”
“And now you’re telling that it’s best not to get involved? Have you forgotten who you are, and what you’ve sworn to?”
His colleague was very calm, his eyes as empty as a dead man’s.
It was the gaze of a player, and just one glance made ng Yu'an grit his teeth.
“Then you should be careful yourself.”
His colleague said.
His colleague nonchalantly continued to record, as if he were not a living person, but an external humanoid device for the mory storage card, only performing the work that he perceived as his duty.
“The reader forum has also gone crazy.”
In the sea of consciousness, the cowlick little chicken had not been listening much to the conversation between ng Yu'an and his colleague.
It had been browsing the forum and had originally wanted to imdiately share what it had seen and heard with its host, but seeing the host’s state, he probably couldn’t take anything else, so it hadn’t ntioned it and had just been wandering in the data alone.
“I’m going crazy too.”
Guanfu said, “Didn’t I change the world’s tone as soon as I ca? How co these people are still going crazy as they should? A normal person, and he hasn’t encountered any survival pressure. He’s talking about big principles, but he’s not planning to do anything practical. What’s so important about a job title thesis? I’m really impressed!”
The cowlick little yellow chicken had never seen Guanfu so angry.
Its host never got angry.
Even if you shat on his cat head, he would at most just ow and say no, no a few tis.
After thinking about it, the cowlick little yellow chicken said: “Maybe this colleague didn’t write the content of the oath into his setting collection…”
“Give a colleague like this, or give a Yu Yan!”
The cowlick little yellow chicken: “...”
Coincidentally, the readers had said the sa thing.
The readers had already started to rank the "combat power."
The current MVP was actually Yu Yan, because this clear-eyed university student had participated in almost all the major events.
He had participated in the entire second economic law.
Before the third economic law, he had also wished Zu Qian a smooth journey.
The readers said that maybe the reason why little Zu had been a god of war that night was because of Yu Yan’s instant noodles and sausages.
Those weren’t simple instant noodles and sausages.
They were the source of little Zu’s life, the foundation of his strength!
Every ambitious person on Financial Street should have their own Yu Yan.
The cowlick little yellow chicken also clearly felt the depth of Guanfu’s imrsion.
It was as if he had forgotten that he could directly contact the Earth teacher in his consciousness and was only concerned with the process of rushing there, and he was also full of anger.
His thoughts were also easy to guess.
Guanfu’s ng Yu'an definitely didn’t want to be late again.
The reason why he could maintain himself on the Financial Street was probably because of that slly sll that he was still imrsed in and couldn’t get out of.
But just at this mont, the cowlick little yellow chicken suddenly said.
“The chicken from the other side contacted .”
As its voice sounded, the system contact from the Earth teacher was directly broadcasted into Guanfu’s sea of consciousness.
“Please co to my host’s sea of consciousness.”
The little yellow chicken’s voice was also different from usual.
It was usually very emotionally expressive.
It would show off when it was happy, and it would grit its teeth when it was angry.
But now its voice was very soft, in a whisper.
It had acquired a shota voice, but at this mont, its tone was even flatter than a chanical voice.
“The host is seriously injured. I’ve tried my best to maintain his vital signs. Teacher Guanfu, your character design is a detective. You’ve had a retrospection of your past as a detective. You should have the ability to handle injuries in an ergency, right?”
Guanfu: “The Earth teacher’s side…”
The little yellow chicken repeated calmly: “Right, Teacher Guanfu?”
Zu Qian had already left the administrator’s room, and the cowlick little yellow chicken could also see his situation now.
He was injured.
Unlike most of the injuries on the Financial Street, which were caused by blunt instrunts, it didn’t look terrifying, but the bleeding was obvious.
Neither the morning sun nor the golden light from the huge gold coin could affect his pale face.
Zu Qian had directly entered that room on the street.
When he left, he would naturally also appear on the street, a street filled with the corpses of bankrupt players and other players whose ntal state was already difficult to distinguish.
Guanfu was really not good at judging the priority of things.
In his view, many things were things that had to be done in a hurry.
But the little yellow chicken’s attitude gave him direction.
The Earth teacher could not be in any trouble, otherwise neither of the two brothers would have a good outco.
Guanfu didn't have "Catch If You Can," but he had "Master Wang" to autopilot his body.
In a very short ti, Guanfu had made a decision.
“Leave the body to ‘Master Wang,’ and continue on the road. First, find Zu Qian and take him to the hospital.”
After he finished speaking, he retreated to the sea of consciousness.
He grabbed the cowlick little yellow chicken, which had not yet reacted, with one claw and put it on his head.
“Hurry up.”
After he finished speaking, he rushed towards the Earth teacher’s sea of consciousness.
He seed to have said sothing else, but it was not clear.
It seed to be: to hell with regret.
The cowlick little yellow chicken was tossed about and cursed endlessly in its heart.
It was still thinking.
Sure enough, the readers were right when they said that ng Yu'an was also going crazy.
Its host was about to go crazy!!
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