When Tang Ren soaked the fragment of "Lo Shen Fu Tu" into wonton soup, the steam condensed into a weird digital vortex at the entrance of the store. When Ah Xiang chased him for the third time with a colander, Qin Feng suddenly smashed the vinegar bottle against the ceiling - the quantum computer radiator hidden in the chandelier made a buzzing sound, and the fragments in the soup bowl began to automatically splice together.
"This, this is a topological folding algorithm." Qin Feng dipped his finger in chili oil and drew a Klein bottle on the table. "The Q organization hid the key in the four-dimensional space mapping..."
"Fuck you, Siwei!" Tang Ren grabbed the torn scroll and shook out three cockroaches, "It's clearly a code drawn with sesame paste!" He picked up the rolling pin and poked it at the ventilation duct, but accidentally hit the bionic spider robot that was secretly filming. The moment the mechanical compound eye shattered, Su Chen's system suddenly received an encrypted live broadcast signal - Lvy was doing a psychological assessment for the top two CRIMASTERs in a Gothic church.
"Pay attention to the rhythm of her left hand spinning the pen." Su Chen projected the image onto the colander for scooping wontons, "Morse code repeats 'seeds sprout'..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Xiang's smartwatch suddenly played a selection from "The Flower of the Imperial Concubine". Tang Ren took out the Five Emperors' Coins as a reflex and arranged them. The position where the copper coins fell to the ground coincided with the hot spot of the quantum computer. Qin Feng grabbed two handfuls of coriander and stuck them in the coin holes. The topological model suddenly took shape as a holographic sand table - the cross on the church spire bit the reflection of Big Ben on the map.
"This is not a test... It's a brain wave resonance experiment!" Qin Feng's eyes were bloodshot. On the night when his father disappeared two years ago, the same Cantonese opera singing style came out of the radio beside his pillow.
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When members of the Q organization disguised as street performers rang the chimes, Tang Renzheng used pigeon droppings in the square to predict good and bad luck.
"Li Gua! There will be a bloody disaster!" He rushed towards the Nelson Memorial Column with the bird-dung-stained dragon-hunting ruler, but ran into the holographic image of Bai Mu wiping the fangs of a stone lion. Su Chen's system suddenly emitted a harsh buzzing sound - the shadows of the four bronze lions, at a certain angle, actually formed the pattern of Gu Kaizhi's seal.
"It's three o'clock in the afternoon." Qin Feng stared at the skyrocketing UV index on his phone, "When the sun shines through the dome of the National Gallery..."
When the hour struck, all the electronic screens in the square suddenly played the dynamic version of "The Goddess of Luo River". The fish in the painting jumped out of the screen, and the blockchain address on the AR scales began to transfer automatically. Tang Ren took out the steel basin from Ah Xiang's back kitchen and put it on the head of the fountain statue: "Suppress the water! Cut off their financial resources!"
In the chaos, the real killing moves came from underground. When Qin Feng stepped on a loose tile, the sewer of the 19th century suddenly gushed steam, and yellowed parchment rolls wrapped with Bitcoin mining machine debris rushed up. Su Chen used the system to scan the mold on the rolls and found that these colonial London sewage maps contained biblical codes arranged with tuberculosis bacteria.
"It's not money laundering...it's, it's a biological attack!" Qin Feng tore open the third button of his shirt - the micro-detector showed that a modified version of Yersinia pestis was floating in the air.
Tang Ren suddenly chanted Tai Chi towards the vent: "Wind will be created in the Xun position! Blow their viruses back to their lair!" The Tai Chi fan he swung out accurately caught the sewer gear, and the antique mechanical device creaked and spit out more evidence.
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When the stained windows of St. Martin's Church reflected a strange red light, Su Chen realized the mystery of Lvy's choice of location for the evaluation meeting - this church, which was split in half during World War II, was now splitting the left and right brain consciousness through the brain-computer interface.
"Welcome to experience the experiment of separating good from evil." Lvy's pearl earrings exuded neurotoxic gas, "Your father voluntarily let his right brain become the seedbed of the 'gardener'. Now it's time to harvest the fruits..."
Qin Feng suddenly raised the SIM card that carried his father's memories. The rusted metal sheet projected a holographic keyboard in the colorful light, and he trembled as he typed the code he and his father had agreed on in childhood - CRIMASTER. The original code contained the Qin family's ancestral motto: "To Conscience".
The whole church suddenly shook violently. Heavy rain fell from the Gothic dome on the left side, and blood oozed from the Baroque carved wall on the right side. Tang Ren took out the Five Emperors' Coins and inserted them into the cracks in the floor tiles: "The world is turned upside down! Break!" The vibration frequency of the coin accidentally triggered the infrasound of the church organ, and Lvy's brain wave controller exploded.
Su Chen took the opportunity to connect the system to the church circuit, and a flood of data from two years ago swept in. Deep in the false memory that his father was forced to implant, Qin Feng finally saw the erased truth - his mother did not die in an accident, but was silenced for cracking the Q organization's first "World Programmer" plan.
"The game... should end." Qin Feng crushed the SIM card, and the sharp fragments cut his palm. Blood dripped onto the broken altar, and the left and right churches suddenly rang out the mournful lyrics of "The Flower of the Imperial Concubine".
Tang Ren kicked open the secret door of the confession room: "It's time to call it a day! I've ordered a steamed bun tonight..." His voice stopped abruptly. In the darkroom, hundreds of glass jars were soaked with brain specimens, and the date on the label was the day after the bombing two years ago.