After Du Wei hung up the phone, the phone quickly vibrated again.

He smiled silently as he looked at the text messages that appeared on the lit phone screen.

Since it was an unknown number, it was clear that the machine had noticed Dewey's presence.

"Who are you?"

Du Wei didn't rush to reply, but looked up at the camera on the corner of the street and said:

"I'm your spokesperson, Machine, do you want to talk to me?"

After saying that, Du Wei waited for a while, and no text message entered the mobile phone.

It seems that the machine doesn't want to continue to communicate with him.

Du Wei smiled again, the machine was like Finch, sooner or later it would find him again.

He then put his phone in his pocket and looked around the corner, where a black Bentley was slowly approaching.

Soon Dewey arrives at Finch's secret base, an abandoned library.

Here he was not surprised to see the new Reese.

Reese, who has regained his goal, is no longer at a loss, no longer sloppy, just as bright as a sword that has been sealed for many years has regained the light of day.

Reeser was also slightly surprised when she saw Du Wei coming.

Because Fincher had just told him that an important person was coming, he thought it might be a CIA bigwig or a special prosecutor or something.

But what he didn't expect was the psychosis of this self-proclaimed prophet.

That's right, from Reese's point of view, Du Wei, who uttered those inexplicable words by the river that day, was a psychopath suffering from hysteria.

After all, who would call himself a 'prophet'?

This kind of chatter is something that only a mentally ill person would believe in.

Krisser wasn't stupid either, since Finch had called this fellow named Dewey here.

So......

This guy's gibberish about Finch that day can't all be true, right?

Isn't this guy in front of you really mentally ill? But a true prophet?

Reeser shook his head, removing this strange and chaotic thought from his mind, how could there be such a thing as a prophet in this world.

He was a staunch atheist.

Although Finch took him to investigate Hansen that day, he did say, 'What he said is true.' ’

But Finch didn't explain anything to him that day about machines, permissions, or anything like that.

So until now, Reese still had doubts about Fincher's plan.

Maybe he should find a way to get the words out of the mouths of the two of them.

While Reese was thinking, Dewey was already talking to Finch.

"You said on the phone that you foresaw a new picture again? Can you talk? ”

Before Du Wei could answer, Reese, who had come back to his senses, suddenly interrupted:

"Wait, Finch, you don't really believe he can see the future, do you?

You said that you can give me a chance to rush in time to save people, but you can't rely on this kind of false 'prophet', right?

If that's the case, I'm opting out!

I don't want to run around because I believe in two psychopathic fantasies! ”

Faced with Reese's questioning, Du Wei raised his eyebrows and said to Finch:

"Will you explain or will I come?"

Finch hesitated for two seconds, then turned and pulled open a camouflaged, lightweight wall behind him, revealing a dense patch of Social Security numbers and photos.

"Come on, the most important thing between the team is trust, and Mr. Riser has the right to know about the machine."

Reese, who heard the word machine again, frowned:

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Finch calmly made a gesture to take a seat:

"Alright, this is the end of Riddler time, please take a seat, Riser and Dewey.

I guess you must know about the collapse of the Twin Towers, right? It was a disaster.

Until then, my goal in life was only to collect wealth.

But after that, I suddenly felt that the money didn't matter anymore.

If there was a machine that could have predicted disasters in advance, wouldn't those tragedies have happened?

Coincidentally, after that, the upper echelons of the beautiful country directly relaxed the restrictions on citizens' privacy rights.

Behind every email, every phone call, there is someone silently watching all this, so as to snuff out the danger at the source.

But there is an end to manpower, so they need someone to make a presence for them that can automatically distinguish between these things.

Therefore, I created this thing that can analyze the behavior of characters and evolve itself under the tilt of resources from above—a machine.

And every number on this wall behind me is a dangerous person spit out by a machine, who is either killed or killed.

As for Du Wei's existence, let him explain it himself. ”

After listening to Finch's words, Reeser fell into shock.

He knew why Finch knew everything about him.

There are very few people in modern society who are safe from the prying eyes of cameras, and there are few people who don't use smartphones.

The existence of this machine is simply the greatest mockery of citizens' right to privacy!

Reese then looked at Du Wei again.

After learning of the existence of the machine, he also had a vague guess about Du Wei's behavior of claiming to be a prophet.

This guy may not really be sick in the brain, but when he has enough information, he can become a prophetic being and predict the direction of things!

Then everything makes sense.

But Du Wei's next words made Reese stunned.

Because Du Wei is right......

"I'm sick in the head, I'm really sick, I think I said it clearly enough when I was at the river.

Perhaps it's because of the brain tumor, so I can capture a special frequency when I touch an electronic device and image it on the retina.

That's why I've been seeing a lot of strange images since I got sick.

In these images, you and Vinci are among them.

Speaking of which, Reese, do you remember your last mission? The time I wanted you to kill your companion.

That time was also because of the existence of the machine, so those who knew it had to be killed. ”

Hearing the last two sentences, Reese suddenly stood up, and he looked at Du Wei with sharp eyes:

"That's a secret CIA mission, how do you know?"

Du Wei chuckled:

"Secret? It's not a secret to the machine, Finch, are you right? ”

Reese immediately turned his gaze to Finch:

"You know that, too?"

Finch nodded:

"I forgot to add that in order for machines to have enough big data, machines will try to hack into everything in the world on their own.

So your actions abroad were indeed faithfully recorded by the machine, which was known to only eight people in the world.

But obviously, there are nine people now. ”

Finch looked at Dewey, who he had just asked to explain to himself that it was actually a temptation.

If anyone's secret past does not exist in the presence of images and written materials, it is almost the same as non-existence.

But Du Wei in front of him can really know about Reese's past.

You must know that when Reeser faked his death, this Du Wei was still studying, and it is completely impossible to witness it on the spot.

Eliminate all impossible options, and the rest will only be the truth.

This Dewey really has the ability to share vision with the machine!

This conclusion is indeed outrageous, but the thought of an equally outrageous machine slowly accepts this fact.

And Reese, who gradually calmed down, also sat back in his seat.

Suddenly he knew a lot of information, and he was very uneasy now, and he needed time to accept this fact.

After a long time, he raised his head again and looked at Du Wei:

"So, we're going to use your limited life of foreknowledge to save people now, right?"