Chapter 79 Killer Simulator

Saimu sounds the same as sim, which is the abbreviation of User Identification Program. In fact, the name should be translated as Ximu, but the reason why it is called Saimu is not important. The point is that sim also specifically refers to electronic simulation games. The famous "The Sims" was originally named "the sims".

When Ji Xu heard Sai Mu's name, he thought of the villain simulator he played. He tried to test his supervisor and got some meaningless answers. They thought Sai Mu was a pair of invisible eyes, but it didn't matter. Even if Sai Mu had nothing to do with the simulator, there would be no super brain research in the next world, and artificial intelligence that lost its underlying logic would be a retard and would not bear grudges at all. He could still use it.

Number 8 shrugged and closed the computer, giving up trying to persuade him: "It's up to you. You've saved enough money from killing people anyway. Saimu is limited by its underlying logic. No one wants to buy it to be a spy. If the price is too low, Ultra Brain Research will not agree."

Maybe Ji Xu can really get a bargain.

"No." Number 8 thought for a moment and changed his words: "You are not a law-abiding citizen. You can save the money by threatening them directly."

Ji Xu was unmoved by his proposal. "The premise is to make them feel fear and think that they have no chance of winning against me."

Number 8 laughed and said, "That's right."

After he finished speaking, he felt Ji Xu staring at him. He looked into Ji Xu's unfocused black eyes hesitantly. He couldn't help but tilt his body under the attack, "Uh, did I say something wrong?"

Ji Xu turned his head sharply and chased after him, his eyes fixed firmly on him, and condemned him dissatisfiedly: "Your motives are not pure."

Number 8 took a deep breath and said in a friendly manner, "...I don't deny that I have the idea of ​​increasing my investment, but the choice is in your hands. After all, a normal person would never give me such inspiration. Why don't you reflect on yourself? Why did you give me the illusion that you would kill anyone who stands in your way?"

Ji Xu maintained a precious silence.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, No. 8 snorted and turned on his computer to do some work. The forum was particularly active at night. When he refreshed the page, four or five posts from all over the world would pop up, and the number of replies kept rising.

The CEO of Citong Group died during the day today, and more than two pages of posts popped up on the forum in just a few minutes. Now it is late, and everyone has calmed down. In their hearts, they consciously distance themselves from Ji Xu and normal people. C is not a normal person, so we can just look up to him. Under this weird mentality, the forum has returned to its normal state.

But the number of people logging in has not retreated, and the number of people lurking in the dark has greatly increased compared to the past. Looking through his administrator's backend, a row of gray avatars have all lit up, making it much easier to find people. Number Eight clicked on a few logistics codes that he was familiar with and placed orders for casino cruise invitations and disguised identities.

The gambling casino holds a cruise ship gambling carnival every half a month. To be honest, this configuration is quite tacky, but rich people like tacky things. This simple, straightforward and rough way of showing off is a way for them to show off their wealth. Every new banquet has a steady stream of customers flocking to it. It is both difficult and easy to disguise.

In order to ensure the safety of guests and the reputation of the casino, it is common knowledge that there is a unique and unreplicable technology on the invitation letter, and this technology is only known to insiders and has not been cracked so far.

The cracking method in the forum requires a combination of both and is expensive, so it would be easier for him to succeed.

After paying the bill, No. 8 finally reacted.

How did he really make himself the logistics manager of Jixu? Is this reasonable? How come he doesn't know that he is actually an unpaid worker who works hard and conscientiously? ?

Along with the sound of absent-minded typing on the keyboard, the medical staff knocked on the door to come in for a check. The two people in the room had forgotten about it and were stunned for a moment, watching the doctor holding the medical record book push the door open.

As soon as the doctor entered the room, he saw Ji Xu taking off the bandage. He frowned, but did not say anything harsh because of the luxurious ward. He just expressed his dissatisfaction in a tactful way. However, his tone suddenly became much harsher towards No. 8, the caregiver who ignored the doctor's advice. No. 8, who could not reveal his true identity in front of ordinary people, was forced to swallow his anger.

Before leaving, the doctor remembered something and said, "Oh, by the way, the young man who drove you to the hospital when I came up is downstairs. The plastic bag he was carrying seems to have some random medicine in it. I remind you again that patients cannot take anything without a doctor's order and examination, otherwise vomiting and gastric lavage will aggravate your condition. If you want to take it, you can send it to my office for examination first."

The moment there was a knock on the door, No. 8 felt relieved and sad. This hospital was not the hidden clue buried by the forum. Killers pursued high returns and high efficiency and seldom went to remote places. Naturally, no one considered placing people here.

He reminded Ji Xu: "You are now a tourist who got lost and boarded a rescue plane but it crashed. You were seriously injured in the fall. You just happened to use the helicopter as a disposable prop, so you don't need to make excuses to the rescue organization."

Ji Xu tried in vain to explain: "It's not a one-time thing."

Number 8 refused to listen. He urged sincerely, "Go to the cruise ship! Please! This way I can find an excuse to the outside world that the ship ran aground and leaked and was not properly repaired. I can also take the opportunity to step on the safety of ordinary transportation and generate income for the logistics personnel who illegally modified it. Do you know how hard it is for the administrator to maintain this forum?"

I don't know, and I don't want to know. Ji Xu simply changed the subject: "When will the bartender come?"

"Now."

There was a sound of a door being pushed open outside, and a dusty acquaintance came in with hot air. Seeing Ji Xu awake on the hospital bed, his shoulders relaxed slightly, almost imperceptibly. He raised his hand and put the black plastic bag on the bedside table. The heavy weight made people realize that something was wrong the moment it hit the ground.

Number Eight took out a box of amoxicillin from the plastic bag hesitantly. The bartender just turned on the lights in the room. Ji Xu felt a stinging pain in his eyes and fumbled for the bandage on the bed and slowly wrapped it around his eyes.

Ji Xu: "Why so late?"

Bartender: "The administrator just told me his idea. Whether you agree or not, for your own good and for the good of ordinary people, this hospital will be temporarily evacuated. Fortunately, this is a tourist city, and there are no serious patients besides you, so it is much easier to transfer them. I just turned around and left a threatening message at the TV station. After a while, this hospital should be ready to sound the alarm."

After he finished explaining, he subconsciously asked Ji Xu: "Do you want to watch the news?"

Ji Xu politely said, “Thank you for your help.”

"You're welcome." The bartender casually turned on the projector in the ward. It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Considering that Ji Xu needed to rest at night, he was about to turn down the volume, but the next second he heard a reminder from the side, "Turn the volume up to the highest."

Ji Xu's eyes were covered, and the bartender realized belatedly that there was something wrong with his eyesight.

This man's calm and composed look is so deceptive.

The bartender quietly turned up the volume. Number Eight next to him was still puzzled. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't understand it. He even took out the contents of the medicine box and questioned the bartender: "You use a plastic bag and an ordinary medicine box to pack this stuff? The last time I heard a similar outrageous story was when Ji Xu told me that he went to scout the place with a grenade in his pocket."

Ji Xu: "...and two daggers and a short knife."

The medicine box was pulled out, and inside was not capsules, but neatly arranged bullets of various calibers, flashing a cold metallic light under the light of the bedside lamp.

Bartender: "I learned it from him. You can't deny that hiding dangerous substances in daily necessities is a psychological fraud trick, especially in a hospital. Except for the attending doctor who prescribed the medicine, no one knows that I brought it in from outside."

Ji Xu interrupted their argument. He looked at the bartender and asked, "How long will it take for you to make your threat?" Then he looked at No. 8 and said, "I agree with your plan. Now, find a way to spread the news. How many days will it take for the cruise ship to leave?"

The bartender picked up a device and pressed a button: "If you want it quicker, half an hour."

Number 8 retracted his gaze. "Five days later, I'll have it all done. I'm just waiting for your consent. That doctor is very responsible. I'll let him know that you haven't been transferred, and then let the people trying to find out hear the news from the doctor. Information casually spoken by ordinary people is more convincing."

Ji Xu: “Don’t let him get hurt.”

Number Eight unfolded the computer screen, then remembered that Ji Xu couldn't see it, so he closed it as if nothing had happened: "You don't trust me so much? I've already prepared for everything you're worried about. The CEO of Citong Group has died, and the killer you commissioned before thought he didn't complete the mission and took the initiative to refund the money. I changed the commission for you and asked him to protect your attending physician. He should be here by now."

Just as he finished speaking, an email sound came from his computer. Number 8 took a look and said in a slightly proud tone, "He's here. How is it? Do you have anything else to add?"

"Yes." Ji Xu recalled the video he accidentally saw next door when he was on the plane. "My original client is also in this city. He has seen my face. He didn't dare to say anything before, but he may not say anything now. You find a way to get him to the bottom of the hospital. I will go downstairs in a wheelchair and take a walk around. In this way, the doctor, the client, and the killer who is trying to find out will all know that I am seriously injured."

"Leave it to me." The bartender stood up, "No need to go downstairs, I'll take him upstairs."

Number 8 also stood up and locked the doors and windows. He had just replaced the surveillance video, and now he openly dismantled the ward's own appliances and made several warning devices. Before leaving, he patted his shoulder and said, "I'm leaving. The battlefield is in your hands. As a civilian, I never get involved in danger. If you win, send me a message. If you lose, remember to delete me in advance. Before the person in charge of the casino dies, I don't want to be hated by him for the time being."

"Wait." The voice behind him made No. 8 stop, "Send me the information of the person who took over the task." Ji Xu knew he could do it.

Number 8 slowly typed a question mark: "...I am the administrator, and you want me to bend the law for personal gain?"

"Don't say such stupid things, as if the forum is so serious." Ji Xu said as a matter of course, "Besides, there are so many administrators, and you are the only one who is responsible for my logistics. You have participated in the plan from beginning to end, how could you just give up at the critical moment? Write a better article next time."

Number 8 laughed for no apparent reason, and the sentences he was complaining about were reversed. "Come on, what's so bad about what I wrote? You're the only one who thinks it's fake. I'll send you the email before 1 a.m. You know it takes time to sort out the information."