On weekdays, Yang Tai disguises himself and goes out to shop.

Saori rarely goes out, her beauty and temperament are incompatible with this world, and once she enters this world, she will face more tangible and invisible dangers.

Yota was worried about her.

He quickly touched his wrist and turned on his light screen.

"Call Sister Saori for me."

There was a mechanical murmur from the light screen, followed by an artificial intelligence voice: "Calling... Call failed..."

"What, the call failed, what are you going to eat."

"I'm sorry, I don't eat."

Yota's heart thumped.

"Continue to hold the call until the call is successful."

"Yes."

Yang Tai was willing to continue to wait, and immediately slammed the door and walked out.

"Sister, where the hell have you been?"

He hurried downstairs to the rusty nest with such speed that the other occupants who passed by him were astonished.

The people behind only saw that his feet were like stepping on lightning, emitting wisps of dazzling luster.

"What kind of prosthetic foot does this person pretend to be, and he can also make lightning."

"Maybe it's just a current injector in the machine slot of the prosthetic foot, but it's supposed to be running electricity."

"It looks like a worthless crooked thing, but it's good at speed, and it walks like a fly."

Where does Yota have time to pay attention to the changes in his body.

Like a wild horse on the loose, he rushed onto the main road in the misty Yokokawa Ward of Kyoto City, and asked everyone he could.

"Have you seen a girl who is as old as me, a head shorter than me, with purple hair, wearing a white cotton jacket with patches on it."

"No, thank you, hello, have you ever seen one..."

This should be early in the morning, and it's also the time when most cyber roamers go to bed.

In this world, most people's day-night routines are reversed.

Resting during the day, brain cells are particularly active at night, and they specialize in roaming the Internet.

Then, during the day, the world of Nota is actually the world of robots.

These robots are used in all walks of life, and because they are basically unpaid and extremely efficient, they have completely replaced the position of humans and become the mainstream of the work crowd.

Yota asked, a little dejected.

These robots are odd and controlled by pre-programmed protocols, keeping things that don't concern them out of the equation.

We also do not communicate with others.

The whole world of robots is a cold, strange, silent world.

Therefore, the crowd walking on the street is heading towards their planned destination, and few people pause to communicate or observe anything.

Yota asked a few people, and after getting the same answer from the same machine, he realized that these robots in bionic skin would not give an answer to this question at all.

"It's the equivalent of asking for a blank piece of paper."

In desperation, Yang Tai began to rack his brains to think.

Where will Sister Saori go.

She has no relatives here, and she can't go anywhere.

In my impression, Sister Saori has only gone out three times in the past three years, on average, once a year, and she doesn't know other strangers except herself.

Yota thought for a long time, and his eyes suddenly focused on a tall figure passing by him.

This figure is cast from top to bottom of homogeneous titanium alloy, ten meters high and five meters wide, and the barrel of the mortar cannon on both shoulders is thicker than a person's body.

Even if it's Yota, in the past, he just avoided it from afar.

He didn't even dare to look at it again.

But this time, he focused on it and didn't look away.

"The patrol mecha, which is responsible for guarding the daytime security of Kyoto City, is also known as the mechanical whip master, and is a very violent and cruel war machine."

It has two large characters 'Mita' printed on its chest, indicating that it is private property belonging to the Mita Group.

"I didn't expect the Sanda Group to use a patrol mecha to guard its own Yokokawa District, hmph, it seems that the theft of 5 billion has made them worried."

Yota only vaguely learns from the grapevine of the world network that some oligarchic corporations have made PY deals with the Liberal Parliament.

It is as if the free parliaments that control the world's political power are selling or leasing the world's major regions to oligarchic corporations at very low prices.

For example, Yokokawa Ward is the central ward of Kyoto City, and naturally it is firmly controlled by the Freedom Council.

However, the Liberal Council dislikes the trouble of management, and it is very likely that the entire district will be leased to the Sanda Group to manage.

If liberal parliaments are tigers, then oligarchy corporations are wolves.

The tiger and the wolf conspired, and these rat people in the lower classes had to pray to God and worship Buddha.

You can guess a thing or two from this patrol mecha.

Eight or nine is not far from ten.

A patrol mech, which can be called an urban clairvoyant, must have a patrol system connected to the most sophisticated reconnaissance satellites above its head.

Yota's heart moved, and he thought of a brilliant way to find Sister Saori.

He immediately stepped back, hiding in a mysterious corner where no one was paying attention, leaning his back against a huge billboard, and his ears were filled with the annoying voice of 'Mita for everyone, happy you, me and him'.

Bright neon lights shone on him, and the mist seemed to project strings of data streams into puddles on the dirty ground.

A demon is about to awaken.

Yota touched his wrist, turned on the light screen, and opened the toolbox.

The corners of his mouth curled into an arc.

Yota's purpose is simple, he wants to use the patrol mecha's patrol system to find out the whereabouts of Sister Saori.

A patrol mech is the pinnacle of mechanical craftsmanship, and the average person simply can't figure out how it was built.

It's the same with Yota.

But Yota believes that no matter how perfect a mechanical creation is, it is nothing more than a pile of beautifully polished cold iron.

Only by giving it a soul can it be as majestic and invincible as it is now.

And this soul must be artificial intelligence, or computer systems.

As long as you attack its internal system, you can choke its soul.

Yota hides in a dark corner of a tall building, his eyes fixed on the patrol mecha that looks like a mechanical Gundam.

He rolled his gaze, and there was a data link shaped like a worm crawling in his pupils, and he tested the worm first, and obtained a string of blocking data: "Encounter the Hanging Magnetic Storm Firewall, block the virus attack." ”

Damn, the Magnetic Storm Firewall, what the hell, it sounds so lofty.

Sure enough, the success rate of using viruses from outside the system will be greatly reduced.

The last time he unleashed a worm in the cyber world, it was only a direct attack from an unguarded interior that would cause miraculous results.

One defeat can't hit him, and he keeps trying.