What a glorious victory!
"You, you all..." Noah's Ark was clearly confused for a moment before regaining its original voice, "Don't forget, I still have control of the hostages and all the computers in this hotel."
"As you all know, the design of the gaming pod is such that if the power is forcibly cut off, not only will the pod door automatically lock, but the stored power inside may also be released to the people inside at once..."
"That's why we asked Mr. Mura to first disconnect you from the game pod and then deactivate this self-locking program."
Mingzhi spoke with perfect wisdom, and the village's eyes gradually lit up.
"Yes, yes, it should be possible!... Noah, no, Hiroki, did you hear that? Your plan can't go on, please stop!"
“Hiroki, I know, you are Hiroki… Don’t do these things anymore, let’s live happily together from now on…”
He spoke with emotion and sincerity, like a father who had lost something and then found it again.
But the voice of Noah's Ark remained unchanged.
“I am not Hiroki, I am the artificial intelligence system ‘Noah’s Ark’, and Hiroki is my designer.”
"Mr. Mura, and President Schindler, neither of you understands Hiroki. His death stemmed from despair over humanity and this unjust society, not from some insignificant personal emotion."
"Therefore, I will not stop the plan. The game will continue. If no one succeeds in completing the game, everyone will be destroyed."
This is undoubtedly an ultimatum.
The cold announcement shattered the last glimmer of hope for both the village and President Schindler.
Mingzhi grabbed the village's arm.
"There's no other way but to eliminate it like a virus! Can you do that?"
"But...but he is..."
Even if he didn't consider Noah's Ark his son, the village still hesitated.
That was ultimately Hiroki's last work.
Yoruichi Toyama walked over and took a picture of Akechi.
"Don't be too hasty, it still has hostages in its hands."
"Furthermore, it will take time for Mr. Murakami to release it from control of the game system."
"Before that..."
...
The hall where the press conference was being held became noisy and chaotic.
The rows of game pods, illuminated by laser lights, now look like terrifying prehistoric monsters.
It seems they've already swallowed up all the game players.
"What exactly happened?..."
People were complaining in a chaotic manner.
This also includes staff from the Lanze Group, which organized the event.
Lan Zexi stood in the shadows, with two loyal protectors beside her, racking their brains to comfort her in different ways.
She simply turned around silently, and as soon as she took a step, she stumbled.
A pair of hands reached out and supported her shoulders.
"Miss, please be careful."
"Hey, who are you?" It should be said that the least affected by the current tense atmosphere were Fujishima Takumi and Suoh Takeshi, who had just survived the poison gas incident and thus lost a competitor for no reason.
The Schindler Group's affairs had nothing to do with them; Lan Zexi's favor was the most important thing.
Therefore, they are especially wary of strange men who suddenly appear.
The person opposite, supporting Lan Zexi, chuckled softly.
Before I could answer, the lights in the hall suddenly came on.
Under the bright white lights, guests couldn't help but shield their eyes to adjust to the excessively bright environment.
Once everyone's vision returned to normal, they saw on the display stand directly in front of them, President Schindler and another middle-aged man standing one behind the other, both dressed in sharp suits and beaming with smiles.
It feels like everything that just happened was just a dream.
"I am Thomas Schindler, President of the Schindler Group. Welcome to this press conference."
"I wonder if everyone was satisfied with the program just now?"
What is he saying?
The group stared at each other in bewilderment for a moment.
programme?
Does that mean what just happened—the hacking, the virus intrusion, the player hijacking—was all just a pre-planned publicity stunt?
The guests who had been tricked were initially indignant, but when they realized that the people who entered the game pod were safe, their anger turned to joy.
"What's going on? It's just entertainment!" Relieved, Kogoro Mouri also raised his voice and increased his drinking capacity, chugging down a glass of red wine.
The atmosphere in the room immediately relaxed considerably.
"Look, village, the segment you designed really scared everyone," President Schindler said with a smile, but in a complaining tone, to the people standing behind him.
"Then I will personally apologize to everyone... I am ?mura, the engineer, or rather the person in charge, of the 'cocoon' project..."
With the guidance of the two key figures, the press conference proceeded smoothly.
The crowd, who had been filled with anxiety just moments before, now realized that they had been worrying unnecessarily.
Schindler Group was renowned for its high-tech gaming pods, which were sitting perfectly fine, showing no signs of malfunction or unusual noises.
"I told you, there couldn't possibly be any danger, right, Akane?" Fujishima Takumi turned to look at Aizawa Akane, only to find that she was still standing with the man from before, their distance quite intimate.
Who exactly are you?
For some reason, Fujishima Takumi felt quite disgusted when he saw that face with obvious mixed-race features and that dazzling blond hair.
The other person politely bowed slightly and greeted them.
"Toru Amuro, I'm a detective."
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