Chapter 170 Chapter 170 Here too, fifty...
Morobuchi Kagemitsu heard this.
The most unjust rumors about him have now been proven true.
He stared at the newly lit candle, hoping that the flickering flame was like the C language he was about to output—humans might not understand it, but the anti-fraud expert had to listen carefully.
[Anti-Fraud Guru #66: Uh, this... is a necessary sacrifice! We're doing this for #234, okay...]
He was split in two! Those who knew him thought he was traveling through time, but those who didn't thought he was undergoing a tribulation.
[Anti-fraud expert #148: Hmm... This... isn't this half the battle won? That's exactly what #234 said! Let's hear what he has to say!]
Morofushi Kagemitsu took a few steps back, away from the intersection he had turned into a scene straight out of a horror movie, and focused his attention on number 234:
Are you okay now? Can you... piece yourself back together?
Please forgive his somewhat inaccurate wording; he genuinely had never encountered such a situation before.
[Anti-fraud expert #234: Thankfully, half of my consciousness is now in the future timeline; the other half... is stuck in a spacetime rift.]
Morofushi Kagemitsu counted the sheep heads one by one and found that the one he was most familiar with was indeed missing. He was a little confused about the current situation of No. 234. Could he still have a remote chat with him while he was in the middle of this mess?
[Anti-fraud expert #205: A living person certainly couldn't be split in two like that; a tangible object would probably have already vanished into thin air. But he isn't; he can still contact you through some medium.]
What about the other half, 234? Is he still conscious?
[Anti-fraud King #234: No. It depends on which side my primary consciousness is on. It's the same principle as when Morofushi Kagemitsu's true form comes to the future and I fall into a deep sleep.]
[Anti-Fraud Guru No. 19: But your personal energy has fallen here; without protective energy in the gaps, there's still danger.]
[Anti-Fraud King #234: It's alright. I can completely accept this situation. In fact, because I'm in a spacetime rift, we don't have to live in constant fear that fate will destroy Jingguang's or my consciousness. As for my personal energy, I'll leave it to Jingguang. I don't want my past self to die, leaving behind only a bunch of data that will eventually be assimilated.]
Upon hearing this, Morofushi Kagemitsu unconsciously pursed his lips, feeling that the current situation was just right.
One by one, factors that were favorable to him were pieced together like scattered puzzle pieces, making him unable to resist investigating a question that they had initially overlooked: how exactly did Number 234 get here?
[Anti-Fraud Guru #198: Is it because of incompatible magnetic fields?]
[Anti-Fraud Guru No. 11: Because the coffin came back to life?]
[Anti-Fraud Guru #26: Compensation for a Bug?]
Zhu Fujingguang: ...
These are all seemingly nonsensical answers, but if you really delve into them, they actually reveal a subtle truth. How is that possible?
[Anti-fraud expert #234: It's probably a gamble, only you're the one in control. I had a conversation with #205 in the future; they've simulated your death many times and found that only an accident created by exploiting the rules can create a miracle. But the nature of artificial intelligence will always lead them to choose the option with the highest success rate; "gambling" doesn't seem like a choice they would make.]
...This really does sound like something I, as a human, would do.
However, your words have reminded me. Regardless of whether this attempt succeeds or not, I really should prepare some insurance for the future. At the very least, I need to prepare some information hinting at the mastermind behind the Karasuma Group, and also create a set of codes that can distinguish between humans and artificial intelligence.
[Anti-fraud expert #205: I have no objection to that. No, I hope #234 can send me the deduction document you just mentioned for reference.]
[Anti-fraud expert #234: No problem.]
[Anti-Fraud Guru #214: I'm saying...you've been talking for so long, isn't anyone interested in what will happen online in the future?]
[Anti-Fraud Guru #19: I really want to know, but there's always this guilty conscience about not wanting to face the consequences of my actions... Yeah, that's probably the feeling.]
[Anti-Fraud Guru No. 148: What if the camera pans to show they've already held a funeral for Osamu Midorikawa?]
[Anti-fraud expert #234: Um, from my perspective now, although it's not a funeral, it's pretty much the same...]
Both Morofushi Kagemitsu and Anti-Fraud King gasped. The former looked at the strange things at the crossroads and thought that this might be a ritual to help him pass on... There was no need to replicate this scene; they should just put it away.
Before the police arrived, he quickly stuffed the items back into the trunk and secretly prayed that the coffin in the trunk wouldn't actually end up buried in the ground.
[Anti-fraud expert #234: No, Akiyama Nao has already put the body in a coffin, and Midorikawa Masashi is lying there peacefully.]
That's good.
Hearing that there were no major problems there, Morofushi Kagemitsu was slightly relieved and moved the tools even faster.
Oh, right, number 148, don't forget to change the shape of my car, so that we can at least not be recognized by that passerby.
[Anti-Fraud Guru #148: ...Well, it seems a bit late. He took a picture of the scene, and your car was in it too.]
The slight worry that Morofushi Kagemitsu had just put down was lifted up again.
[Anti-fraud expert #26: Don't panic, at least the license plate number hasn't been revealed, so we still have a lot of room for explanation.]
...I hope so.
He felt only bitterness in his heart.
[Anti-fraud expert #234: But in the future, it seems difficult for you to use sweet talk to explain away the past. People who know you have been contacting you constantly; Date and Matsuda have even waited outside your building. Yeah, right now it's just the two of them guarding your door.]
...It's even more bitter now, who invented the bitter medicine mixed with tears?
[Anti-fraud expert #66: Let's put that aside for now. Do #234 even know what's going on with Midorikawa Osamu's current situation?]
[Anti-Fraud King #234: I'm not entirely sure. I don't have much energy left for data collection. How about I possess someone and open the door to take a look?]
...So am I still a corpse now?
[Anti-Fraud Guru #234: Well, I could spare some energy to help you with a simple disguise, but that might not be enough to support our cross-industry communication.]
Get through this first, and contact me again after the body is back in the coffin.
[Anti-Fraud Guru #198: By the way, here's a record of this energy consumption. If you run out, just draw some from the main pool.]
[Anti-fraud expert #234: Understood.]
After a brief reply, number 234 went back to work hard in the future.
At this time, Morofushi Kagemitsu had also packed his things and, with directions from No. 205, avoided the police cars and successfully returned to his own residential area.
After entering the house, he habitually went into the study, turned on the computer, and prepared to do something.
[Anti-fraud expert #11: It's almost 1 a.m. Let's finish any work this morning. Neither Mr. Jin Quan nor the organization has given us any news yet, so staying up all night won't do much good.]
He looked at the computer he had casually turned on and belatedly felt sleepy. This thrilling and exciting day had truly exhausted him, and he really needed to sleep.
[Anti-Fraud Guru #19: I've shut down your computer for now. Come on, let's go to sleep—no, I mean, go to bed!]
He couldn't be bothered to care about the slip of the tongue, so he quickly washed up and went straight to bed to sleep.
Even though he was physically and mentally exhausted, he was still a light sleeper and was woken up by a knock on the door not long after he lay down.
Who is it? Why is he contacting me at this time? Is it that guy Melo again asking me to reimburse him for the helicopter?
He got up in a daze, and as soon as he reached the bedroom door, he felt that something was wrong.
Would Melo be the type to personally come to your door to collect reimbursement? And judging from the knocking sound, it doesn't seem to be coming from the entryway; on the contrary…
He listened intently and discovered that the sound was coming from under his bed.
His sleepiness vanished instantly, and he reflexively reached for the pistol hidden in the closet.
The knocking sounds from under the bed grew louder and louder, turning into slamming. The bed frame was as fragile as if it were made of cheap, easily sewn panels, but it fell apart after a few slams, with half of the bed frame blocking the bed.
He cautiously approached with his gun, lifted the bed board, and aimed the gun at the strange thing, only to find that it was actually a coffin!
coffin……?
His mind paused for a second, as if something was hindering his thinking.
But in that very second, a pale, bluish-white corpse, as tall as him, lunged out of the coffin, choking him and making it hard for him to breathe; he could barely hold the gun.
Just as he was about to suffocate, the scene changed, sunlight streamed into the room through the window, and he was able to breathe again.
[Anti-Fraud Guru #26: Jing, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?]
The little alpaca, dressed in a leather suit, dangled in front of him, its flickering light slowly bringing Morofushi Kagemitsu back to reality, realizing that everything that had just happened was just a dream.
He breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat up, only to find that the scarf he had carelessly left behind last night was now wrapped around his neck.
No wonder I had that kind of dream...
He pulled off his scarf, patted the bed to make sure it was sturdy, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.
[Anti-fraud expert #214: Looks like you had a nightmare. I just bought some milk yesterday, so I'll add some honey to soothe yourself.]
He readily agreed, and recalling the nightmare he had just had, he asked about the incident in the early hours of the morning when a concerned citizen reported him for holding a shoe-making ceremony.
[Anti-Fraud Guru #148: Don't worry, because you destroyed the evidence in time and left no clues at the scene, the police took a quick look and left without filing a case.]
This doesn't even meet the criteria for establishing a case... I'm not asking you about that, I'm asking if any news has been leaked.
[Anti-Fraud Guru #11: Hmm... He did post photos at the time, but the police found out and made him delete the post, so it probably didn't get much attention.]
Upon hearing the second half of No. 11's sentence, he suddenly wanted to check out the forum and even began to suspect that the passerby might be the organizer.
[Anti-Fraud King #26: Don't worry, we checked it out already. The forum is calm, not even the IDs of those intelligence groups who are always trying to gather information haven't popped up.]
He was a little unaccustomed to the fact that this group of people were suddenly not as well-informed.
[Anti-fraud King No. 19: Do you need me to write a related post? Are you trying to bait people? It'll be a good opportunity to witness the power of the Electronic God Cult.]
No, that's not necessary.
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