Chapter 062 Killer Simulator

Behind him were skyscrapers, with the reflectors and the night sky forming a blurred boundary. The billboards kept flashing with their radicals, and several iron-framed corridors crisscrossed between the buildings. He sat on the rusty handrails, his legs hanging naturally, his black hair blown close to his face by the wind.

Several discarded wires were loosely wrapped around the iron frame, one of which fell down to an unknown place. On his mobile phone, a black and red forum was displayed, and the "c" on the avatar was flashing.

As soon as Ji Xu opened his eyes, he saw this scene: "!!!"

The hairs on his back suddenly stood up, as if he was a sleepwalker who woke up with one foot standing on the edge of the roof, ready for a ropeless bungee jump, and the purpose of waking up was to feel the thrill of weightlessness.

Ji Xu reflexively retrieved the phone that was about to free fall. He pursed his lips, looked around with an unclear expression, then supported himself on the railing with one hand, stepped one foot on the edge of the corridor that was less than two centimeters away, and jumped back inside with the support of his arm, just as his phone rang.

Only when he felt that he was back on solid ground did Ji Xu breathe a sigh of relief.

He left the dangerous prison some time ago, returned to reality, received game logs as usual, and then rested. There was nothing noteworthy about it, but it was very important to Ji Xu. An ordinary life would help him find an anchor and not lose his composure. He didn't want to indulge in short-term excitement, otherwise the past twenty years of his life raised by his parents would have been in vain.

The tree hole said that it finally understood why Ji Xu lived such a normal and healthy life.

Ji Xu felt that his mentality was very normal. He was born in a good era and had parents who were considerate of his eccentric personality. He met friends who respected his habits and gave him the same gift for six or seven years in a row. Even if his brain was stimulated to secrete adrenaline and thyroid hormones, making him unconsciously obsessed with danger and enjoy excitement, it did not mean that Ji Xu had to chase after them. In the movies, mercenaries who fought to the death also had to have a lover, although directors always wrote it as a conflict between career and family for the sake of conflict, as if ordinary families did not exist.

So Ji Xu spent a lot of time examining his mental state, enjoying his daily life, chatting with relatives and friends, and then on a dark and windy night, he chose the killer simulator.

As a result, when I opened my eyes, I found myself sitting on a building that seriously failed to meet safety regulations.

The black and red website on his phone is the legendary dark web, and it is also the place where the killer profession accepts missions. Ji Xu leaned on the edge of the bridge corridor, feeling a creaking sound of falling apart under his feet, and at the same time clicked on the private message in the avatar.

The person who sent the message was named Administrator No. 8. These words were bolded with a white border and were very eye-catching.

Ji Xu didn't look at the new communications, but swiped up the chat history. It can be roughly divided into three parts: the default group-sent welcome notification for new users, the assassination list that has never been successful and mainly advertisements, and the information connection for candidates who have received new tasks. Overall, the website looks cool and humorous, and professional but full of perfunctory. It is an outrageous thing that humans would come up with.

Administrator No. 8 came over just to talk about the task status: "The client has changed the time and requires that Fan Nian be dealt with before 12 o'clock tonight. The penalty has just been deposited into your account. You don't have to refund it regardless of whether it succeeds or not."

Ji Xu looked at his bank card. Although he had made a lot of money from the last simulator, enough for him to buy a house to play with, who would complain about having too little savings?

The administrator may also feel that Party A is not a human being, so he argued with the other party and got a large sum of liquidated damages, asking Ji Xu to split it 20% and 80%. He even showed Ji Xu the transfer and conversation records. It can be said that his attitude was very good. Without his tough statement, the liquidated damages would definitely not be more than it is now.

Number 8 said, "The client breached the contract first. He only reserved 40 minutes, which is not enough for you to take a taxi from the airport. In my opinion, it's a failure. At most, you can take another order in a few days as your debut. Of course, everything depends on you, so what do you think?"

Ji Xu felt that the administrator's attitude towards him was a bit strange. It wasn't quite respectful, but it was definitely not as official as how he treated a newcomer. It could be said that the administrator was very considerate, but Ji Xu was very sure that the administrator didn't know him, otherwise how could he not even know that Ji Xu was near the target location.

Ji Xu thought about it and decided to take a close-up photo and send it over.

"???"

Number 8 was confused: "What is this?"

Ji Xu typed: "I'm near the target. Do you see the shadow of the ninth window in the third row?"

Number 8 was very puzzled: "Your mission target? Why is he standing outside?"

"..." Ji Xu said politely, "That's my reflection."

The other party sent a series of ellipsis marks. He didn't really want to chat with Ji Xu, so he ended the topic with a panacea sentence: "Anyway, I wish you success in your mission."

Ji Xu put down his phone. He actually didn’t care much about this list. What was really worthy of attention was the second message, the assassination list with a high bounty sent out in the form of an advertisement. That was his mission.

The narrator's means of interjecting personal opinions became more and more smooth. He quietly released the simulator's tasks using the administrator account. The administrator might even think that he had triggered it by mistake. After all, these names have been listed there for almost several years, and similar organized posts are everywhere in the forum. Strictly speaking, his real communication with Ji Xu was only the last few sentences.

According to the docking information that Ji Xu had seen, the target of the mission was named Fan Nian, and he was the person in charge of a project. He lived and worked in the company, which was room 2503 in the building opposite, all year round. His research was related to neural chips, and he was preparing to organize a press conference. He heard that many people opposed it, mocking that flesh and blood should not be replaced by electronic nerves and chip wafers. Ji Xu didn't quite understand it. He always kept his distance from this thing, so he simply saved it in a folder and kept it at the bottom of the box.

The original deadline for the task was the same as the press conference, which was the day after tomorrow. However, a group called Ci Tong wanted to promote its own activities the day after tomorrow. It was a larger group, and in order to gain more attention, Fan Nian took the initiative to avoid it, causing the client to change his mind temporarily.

In every aspect, it's outrageous.

Putting aside why it is necessary to do it earlier rather than later to avoid large groups, let's just talk about the client's competitive mentality... If a project can hold a press conference, it must be that the research is almost complete. It doesn't matter whether the person in charge exists or not to the functionality of the product, and everyone in the project team has a copy of the information. Now that Fan Nian has died, it's just a matter of replacing another member to hold the meeting.

I can only say that fortunately Ji Xu did not have procrastination, and he came to check out the random background as soon as possible, rather than to a bar, casino, or safe house.

However, the bad news was that in order not to alert the enemy, he deliberately found a place with a wide view that normal people would not pay attention to.

He was in a dilapidated building that was built in a shabby manner.

Although the straight-line distance is less than 500 meters, Ji Xu cannot fly over there, so he still has to find a way to find the way to the building.

It was too dark to see clearly, so Ji Xu thought for a moment and used the night shooting mode of his phone's rear camera to take a series of photos of the surroundings. Thanks to the development of technology, night vision goggles have become an alternative. He looked at the photos, outlined the height of the nearby buildings in his mind, then returned to the place where he woke up, grabbed the abandoned wires entangled in the iron frame and slid down.

He counted the seconds and took a big step to the side, half of his foot stepping on the billboard. As light and silent as a speck of dust, Ji Xu walked slowly along the intricate signal towers and corridor bridges, recalling the connection mentioned in the docking information, and arrived near the 14th floor of the building.

It seems to be in the tea room on the east side?

Ji Xu tilted his head and walked over with confidence.

Outside the building in the dark night, a young man in a black windbreaker grabbed the reflector on the wall and came to the east side. He squatted on one knee on the top of the air conditioner outdoor unit and gently knocked on the glass with tactical gloves, making a unique rhythmic knocking sound.

Tap, tap, tap…

He typed the Morse code for c. For some reason, it was clearly the Roman numeral one hundred, but everyone, including the tree hole, saw it as the letter c. This vividly illustrates that information will be distorted after a long period of transmission, and that non-human creatures also have a brain with insufficient capacity.

After a moment, the French window was suddenly pushed open, revealing a man in a cotton robe with an abnormal flush on his face. His line of sight was unfocused and he only calmed down when the night wind blew in.

Ji Xu compared his facial features with the information for a while before he went in with confidence.

The man was originally immersed in an exciting fantasy. He paced twice, licked his lips, and spoke quickly to the young man who had half stepped in: "How did you get in from outside? I thought it was someone's bird that flew outside and pecked at the glass."

Ji Xu also stepped his left leg in and landed on the floor. He wiped his fogged glasses with the corner of his clothes, but couldn't wipe them clean. He turned around and closed the window, and politely pointed out to him, "You changed the time at the last minute. I was originally scouting the area across the street."

As time goes by, overtime becomes work.

He thought his tone was normal, but the man looked at him in shock. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he said in a timid tone, "I have already paid the penalty!"

Ji Xu: “…So I came here.”

What's going on with this simulator? Why are they all so weird?

Ji Xu suppressed the idea of ​​investigating first. The client looked at him suspiciously, but didn't dare to question him. He strode back and picked up the identification card next to the entrance cabinet. "This is the ID card I prepared for you. It originally belonged to a waiter who wanted to resign, and I bought it. Without it, you can't even get into the elevator. The rest of the way is up to you."

Considering that the client had paid a penalty for breach of contract, Ji Xu decided to ignore his move to create a deadline for himself. Looking at the tea room, he slowly said, "The ID card is useless to me. Since I can go up to the 14th floor to find you, I can naturally go to the 25th floor. I need a pistol, a Grok 17."

The client choked and said angrily, "Aren't you a killer? Why don't you have a weapon?!"

Ji Xu couldn't wipe the fog off his lenses, so he just stuffed the glasses into his pocket and sighed, "Alright, stop throwing tantrums like a child. I told you I was scouting the area, and I only had a bayonet, two daggers, and grenades with me, but I can stuff them into your mouth, and then find a way to complete the task. Anyway, your balance has been deposited into the website, so it doesn't matter to me whether the client is alive or dead, right?"

His tone did not change when he was threatening, and it was hard to tell whether he was joking or the truth. The man immediately stopped talking, his face turned pale, and he looked over with suspicion and surprise.

This made Ji Xu even more confused about his background setting. Wasn't he just a rookie killer preparing for his debut? Why did the threat have such a big impact?

After getting the pistol, Ji Xu stepped out of the French window and climbed to the 25th floor by stepping on the air conditioner unit and reflector on the outer wall. Before waiting for Fan Nian to come out of the bathroom, he opened the log and skills with suspicion.