Chapter 1194 1202 [Boss: Gin seems to be spoiled...]

This time when he left the game, Gin's consciousness was not interrupted.

Therefore, he couldn't help but think about what happened before he came back.

——Anonymous seemed to be very patient with Uzo, but the timing of their invitation was so casual that it was difficult to figure out their real motives.

And that seemingly sincere question and answer, when you think about it carefully, actually revealed nothing. It only gave people a vague impression of the anonymous person - and even this impression was completely made up, making it difficult to tell whether it was true or false.

Gin: “…” However, compared to the sudden episode of “Anonymous trying to poach Uzo”, there is another more important thing.

Gin took out his cell phone and prepared to edit the email.

But before he made his move, he suddenly remembered something. He glanced at the glasses thrown beside him, then turned his head and looked diagonally upward, his eyes scanning the ceiling back and forth.

——Although I don't know what I looked like before I entered the "game". But Gin remembered that from the experiences of the other three people, Anonymous seemed to have used some method to monitor the place where they lived. Because in that "office", the images of the cadres before they put on the glasses could be projected.

In that case, there might be some hidden surveillance cameras here.

…

However, after searching for a while, Gin couldn't find any problems.

He frowned and looked at his watch, realizing that an hour or two had passed since he was forced to log into the holographic game - perhaps during the time when the "game" was going on, Anonymous invaded here and removed the surveillance equipment.

Gin: "..." When he thought about how someone had broken into this safe house and arrogantly dismantled the equipment when he lost consciousness just now, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Gin's back.

He did not stay any longer, and quickly left this "safe house" which was useless and not safe at all in front of Anonymous, and returned to the familiar Porsche. Then...

Instead of starting the vehicle, he got out and checked it carefully.

Not finding any problems for the time being, Gin threw away his previous phone, found a new one, quickly wrote an email, explained what happened tonight, and sent it to "that gentleman".

…

After that, Gin started dialing, trying to find Jiang Xia, Vermouth and Vodka.

——We will talk about settling accounts with them later. The most important thing now is to discuss how to deal with this matter and find the traces of the anonymous intrusion from their respective residences, and it would be best if we can trace it backwards.

Being able to quietly invade the residence of an important cadre of the organization and come and go as if no one was around was by no means a trivial matter that could be ignored.

——Even if the peripheral members who know little are on the verge of being arrested, the organization will rush to kill them as soon as possible. This is enough to show the importance the organization attaches to intelligence. And now, the problem may be the cadres who have a lot of intelligence.

Even though Anonymous has not shown obvious hostility yet, we should not take it lightly.

…

Gin held the phone, looked at the dial-up interface, and paused for a moment, as if he was thinking.

There is no need to worry about Vermouth and Vodka, they should know what to do now and are even preparing to contact me... So Gin called Jiang Xia first.

It took Jiang Xia a few seconds to find the phone and answer it.

He just said "Hello?" and suddenly there was a prompt sound from Gin's side, as if an email had been received.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xia heard Gin say "wait" and then hung up the phone decisively.

……Um?

Jiang Xia: “…” Judging from the priority and urgency, Gin couldn’t have directly contacted the boss of the Black Organization just now.

As far as I can remember, the phone Gin is using these days seems to be a keypad phone with a small screen. Plus with his hand speed, if he uses it to write emails...

Jiang Xia suddenly fell into a strange silence.

——Before pressing the send button, can Gin see clearly what he wrote?

…

The other side.

Gin quickly opened the email, intending to check his boss' instructions.

——According to his estimation, the organization would immediately gather the four of them and send someone to their residence to search for traces of surveillance, catch Anonymous as soon as possible, and then find the most efficient and safest countermeasures after listening to the details from them.

However, after clicking it, Gin was stunned when he saw the reply sent by the adult.

Compared to his previous concise and clear replies, this time, the boss seemed to say a little more.

The tone was strangely soothing:

[Don't be too stressed, this flaw does not affect your excellence. After all, your work has almost never had any problems over the years.

You should know that prosopagnosia, or face blindness, is not an eye disease. I have never heard of anyone trying to treat it with glasses.

There should be no normal medical team operating at this time. You have dealt with many black doctors and should know the character of those guys - don't take the initiative to bite those not-so-clever baits in a hurry to solve the problem.

PS: Remember to make time to come back tomorrow.

I didn’t think the problem was serious before, but now it seems that you need a real rest and a sufficiently effective diagnosis.]

Gin: “……?”

He could understand every word and knew the meaning of every sentence.

But when he put them together, he felt a rare sense of confusion.

“…” Boss chose the wrong sender?

Gin: “…” No, judging from the email interface, the boss directly clicked “Reply” to send it, and judging from the title, the one the boss replied to was indeed the email I just sent…

Gin's eyes fell on the light-colored, quoted paragraph of the email, and he was suddenly stunned.

Then, he showed a somewhat incomprehensible expression.

Gin: "..." What's the matter with the content of this email? ?

The greetings at the beginning and the end remained the same, but the middle part...

He clearly remembered that what he sent was a very serious email, the content of which was roughly:

[Just now, after putting on a pair of strange 'gaming glasses', I, Vermouth, Uzo, and Vodka accidentally touched the confirmation button and were pulled into a 'holographic game'.

I will skip the boring content of the game for now. At present, it seems that the organization calling itself "Anonymous" has mastered a lot of dangerous technology. Before wearing the glasses, I sent them to our research institute for inspection, and the conclusion was that there was only a positioning device and a row of small decorative lights on them.

When I found it, there were strands of Shirley's hair on the glasses. I suspected that it was related to Shirley, so I kept it with me. But now it seems that it is actually a login device that can quickly pull people into the holographic game.

In addition, after I entered the game, I also saw the process of Vermouth, Uzo, and Vodka being pulled into the game.

——Anonymous may have developed some kind of surveillance device that is difficult to detect with our current technology.

There may be other people in the organization who have been put under surveillance. Please check immediately who is still holding those suspicious glasses. In addition, judging from the nature of this organization, I suspect that Shirley is in their hands now and has even joined them.

I will gather a few other people right away and they will be at your disposal at any time.]

(End of this chapter)