As dusk fell, neon lights lit up at the Tang Street Night Market. Tang Ren set up a "cyber fortune-telling" stall, with an AR compass casting a spinning hexagram array on a plastic sheet. He mixed bronze and rust shavings with cinnabar and gave each fortune-teller a "blessing nano-amulet".

"Boss, I see your brow is shining..." Tang Ren grabbed a passing programmer and suddenly caught a glimpse of the Lin Group logo on his work badge. "Ouch! You will have a code robbery tonight! Buy a quantum talisman to keep safe!"

Su Chen squatted in front of the sugar painting stall next door, picking up golden syrup with his dissecting tip. When he drew fractal geometric patterns on the iron plate, the sugar threads suddenly aggregated into a DNA spiral structure on their own - nanomachines were mixed into the syrup.

"A little... a little maltose." Qin Feng stood in front of the oden stall, stringing fish balls on a tactical dagger, "Heat... too much heat will activate the dormant part..." Before he could finish his words, Tang Ren's fortune-telling stall suddenly exploded, and the AR compass fragments formed half of the face of the bronze Guanyin in the air.

Su Chen's morning jogging route is fixed in the No. 3 warehouse area of ​​the terminal. When he walked past the rusty containers that day, his sports bracelet suddenly showed an abnormal heartbeat - it was not because of the amount of exercise, but because the copper particles floating in the air triggered the nano-detection system in his body.

"Humidity 68%, wind speed level 3." He whispered to his smart watch, and a particle movement trajectory appeared on the dial. When he caught up with the first container, he found dark red rust seeping through the door seam, and the surface of the fingerprint lock was condensed with the Sanskrit words of the Heart Sutra.

Qin Feng's drone happened to fly by during morning exercise, and the thermal imaging showed that there were three heat sources in the container. As he stuttered to call the police, the buckle of his tactical belt suddenly fell off - the magnetic anomaly indicated that there was a strong electromagnetic device hidden in the container.

"This... this is a mobile quantum Buddha!" ​​After breaking through the door, Su Chen used his dissection skills to open the canvas, revealing 300 smart speakers that were chanting. Each speaker had a heat dissipation hole attached to it, and it crawled towards the port with the vibration of the sound waves.

On a rainy night two weeks after the case was closed, Qin Feng was sorting out old case files in the archives. When he pulled out the report on the laboratory explosion three years ago, the fire sprinkler suddenly started. In the water curtain, the charred remains of the body strangely spelled out the instructor's work number, and the water stains etched a bronze equation on the bulletproof glass.

"No... not unexpected." Qin Feng scraped off the etchings with a tactical dagger and smelled the familiar smell of columbite-238 isotope. "At that time... the fire extinguishing system was implanted with a nano-etching program."

Tang Ren rushed in holding the dryer: "Quick! Stuff your clothes in!" He tore open Qin Feng's shirt, and an unformed phoenix tattoo suddenly appeared on the back of his neck - the nanomachines that flew when the fortune-telling stall exploded last night were gathering under the skin.

Su Chen rushed in to inject the magnetic fluid inhibitor, and picked out a miniature bronze Buddha head with his dissecting tip: "They are building a neural Buddha temple, preparing to... prepare to turn your brain into a storage device for the mantra of rebirth."

The dessert shop I often go to has a new sign: "Quantum Taro Balls". The boss mysteriously introduced a limited edition: "This is frozen with liquid nitrogen from the Lin Group's cold storage. You can see the front after eating it!"

Tang Ren scooped up the glowing taro balls and the tip of his tongue went numb the moment he bit into them - the taro paste was wrapped with unactivated nanomachines. Su Chen's dissection immediately crossed his throat: "Don't swallow it! This is the carrier of the consciousness anchor!"

Qin Feng scanned the bowl of sugar water with an electromagnetic wave detector, and the holographic projection showed that each taro ball was engraved with a Sanskrit number. When the numbers were connected in a string, it turned out to be the access code of the laboratory three years ago.

"Where's the boss lady?" When Qin Feng turned around, there was only an overturned copper kettle on the cash register. Syrup dripping from the spout of the kettle meandered on the ground, forming the outline of the mentor's photo when he was young.

On the night of the typhoon's landing, the three were trapped in Tang Ren's detective agency. Qin Feng opened the chessboard and used the remains of the nanomachine as chess pieces: "Dang... Dang the head cannon!"

Tang Ren grabbed the "rook" chess piece and dropped it again as if he had been electrocuted: "This is an unactivated quantum Buddha's Temple!" The chanting of the Diamond Sutra came from inside the chess piece, causing the tactical dagger on the chessboard to vibrate at a high frequency.

Su Chen stood in front of the window, staring at the rain, with the system prompts on his retina flashing wildly. He suddenly pushed the chessboard away and stabbed the anatomy knife into the crack of the floor - the underground pipe network map of the entire building emerged, and a flashing red dot corresponded to the location of the sugar water shop.

"This is not a chess game." Qin Feng used a magnet to suck up all the chess pieces. "This is... This is the sound wave resonance diagram of the Rebirth Mantra!"

Tang Ren suddenly pointed out the window and screamed. In the rain curtain, three hundred bronze Guanyin statues were floating along the street. The lotus seat of each Buddha statue was dissolving in the rainstorm, releasing blood-colored Brahma composed of nanomachines.