At this moment, 8 billion human beings are busy with their lives on the surface of the earth of 510,100,934 square kilometers, and no transcendent eye can record in detail what happened in every corner of the world in this moment, except for the "Genesis" hidden deep in the underground computer room of Salzburg. In a sense, the quantum Internet, rooted in human society, is like a neural network, transmitting impulses from nerve endings back to the wisest, erudite and intelligent brain ever seen by mankind.

At 139.7 degrees east longitude and 35.7 degrees north latitude, at the Toro Restaurant in Kasumigaseki 1chome, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan, a Chinese who lost their soulmates and a Ryukyuan who lost their daughter are listening intently to the conversation between two Japanese people, lest they miss every word they spit out.

At 139.8 degrees Celsius in Tokyo, 35.7 degrees north latitude, in a house in Arakawa 7-chome, Arakawa-ku, Tokyo, Japan, Sam Williams took off his baseball cap and green Ray-Ban sunglasses, revealing blonde hair and gray eyes, "Trying your best, friend, do you have to make the jointing method so complicated? I feel like I'm acting in a spy movie, and you've been running around by the nose since I got out of the airport......" The American muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Everything is strictly in accordance with the rules, this is my way of doing things, if you have any comments, you can report to the listeners, but as the top person in charge of the Greater East Asia Region of the Executive Branch, I have absolute jurisdiction over you, and a complaint does not change this fact. My name is Izuki Beta Silver Mine. The gray-haired Japanese man said with a straight face in standard American English, which is quite rare among Japanese, "Please indicate your identity." ”

"Okay, okay. Sam raised his right hand, rolled up his sleeves to expose his wrist, and the intricately shaped black ** case gradually emerged in the vein, "I am Sam Gamma Minus Silver Mine, who has just been transferred from the Intelligence Branch to the Executive Branch, and has been assigned to participate in the operation of the Japanese side. What do you Japanese say? Oh, please take care of us when we meet for the first time!"

His strange bow failed to change the expression on the Japanese face, "Please take care of me." Degi Beta Silvermine nodded slightly, "You can rest in this room for the time being, and I'll introduce you to the team for this mission later." There's food in the fridge, you can watch TV if you can't sleep, it's forbidden to leave the house, and it's forbidden to call ZJ, so if you can't bear it, there are some AV DVDs. The middle-aged man said casually.

"Do I look like a pervert? Or do we Americans look like perverts?...... But I'd like to ask what the legendary 'Aid Communication' is all about?" Sam asked, a little curious, as he dropped his luggage on the floor.

"After the mission is completed, you will get a vacation, so find out for yourself when the time comes. The Japanese, dressed in an old-fashioned blue jacket, stopped talking, turned and went out the door, locking it from the outside.

The American was puzzled, fell on the sofa with a thud, and looked at this ordinary Japanese-style single-family house, with a small courtyard, living room and kitchen on the first floor, two small bedrooms on the second floor, and a small study and storage room on the third floor.

Sam walked around the room twice, took the beer out of the fridge, sat on the couch and watched TV for a while, pulling out his phone in boredom. The phone was not blocked, which surprised Sam, who was a member of the same organization, but it was not surprising that outsiders like himself were the most ostracized.

After thinking about it, the American dialed a number in the address book, and the phone rang three times and it was connected, "Hey?" came a man's voice on the other side.

"It's me, brother. Sam laughed.

At 13.1 degrees east longitude and 47.8 degrees north latitude, in an ordinary building on the outskirts of Salzburg, Austria, a tired old man is talking in the air. "Is there any news of Muhammad and Donovan?" Dr. Brandon Bartholomew hung his head, his eyes rising and falling with the whiskey in the glass, thirty years old Macallan single malt whisky, according to the ratio of 1:1 to add room temperature French Highland mineral water, this is his favorite alcoholic drink, but at this time there is no trace of enjoyment on the old man's face.

A gentle male voice immediately sounded: "I'm sorry, dear father. At the origin of the timing, Luxor Mohammed, Deputy Director of Communications and Chief of the XenoIntelligence Section, and Charles Donovan, Acting Director of Counter-Terrorism Intelligence and Commander of the European Rapid Reaction Force, descended by elevator to the 'black room' on the 30th basement floor, 234.4 time units so far, and there is no evidence that they have reappeared. If you allow it, I can use a lot of time to temporarily seize control of the 30 basement floors, with an estimated minimum demand of 31,520 ppm and 5,300 milliseconds of control. ”

"What is the detection threshold?" asked the old man in a low voice, shaking his glass.

"At 21,544 ppm, the detection threshold has dropped by more than 50% due to the timing used at the timing origin exceeding the peak. The male voice replied without joy or sorrow.

"What about the others?" asked Bartholomew.

"A total of 17 people were released from surveillance at the GTC headquarters. The male voice replied, and then carefully instructed, "Alcohol can have a bad effect on your coronary arteries, dear father. ”

Dr. Bartholomew hesitated, placed his glass on the elegant black oak desk, and sighed, "Forget it. How's the data going?"

"The synchrony rate continues to rise, but at a slower rate than you might expect. The quantum computer replied.

"Is it possible to assess the damage to the tissue?" the old man picked up a pen and drew a diagram of the structure of the tree on a blank piece of paper, scribbling on the branches, "...... Never mind. Don't tell me the results. He suddenly grabbed his glass and drank the golden liquor, the warm smell of the mud, the aroma of oak and the sweet malt of the thirty-year-old distilled spirit, which had been matured in oak barrels for thirty years, but now Brandon Bartholomew tasted only bitterness.

At 114.5 degrees east longitude and 38 degrees north latitude, an ordinary building is surrounded by an optical camouflage net, and no one knows what is happening inside. "That is, you reject all accusations against you, Tutambarak?" the Deputy Speaker, hiding in the shadows, looked at the fat black man across from him with a pair of coal-like eyes.

"Tutambarak should be followed by a 'Your Excellency' and the Deputy Speaker 'Your Excellency'. The sea monster pronounced the accent in an obnoxious way, and looked directly at the Deputy Speaker without healing.

"Oh, hey, if you have a meeting, you have a meeting, why do you have to be so nervous as soon as you meet?" Dareen Ambrose, who was in black robes, walked between the two of them with swaying steps, and used a soft voice to resolve the tense situation in the field, "Vice President, you know the temper of the sea monster, if you have anything to say in private, he never bows his head and admits his mistakes in front of people." ”

Duke Sebastián de La Fontaine snorted from his nostrils, looking a little dissatisfied. "Why, Lord Duke, do you have anything to say?" the black-robed gravedigger turned his head with a smile, his choppy chest rising and falling with laughter, "Oh, look at this muscle, you are really a good man for mating, do you want to invite me to a cup of black tea after the meeting? I have the best Darjeeling black tea here, and after picking the tea, it is stir-fried with saffron and gynostemma, and it can make people feel hot and interested in just taking a sip." ”

"I'm not interested in men. The Duke replied briefly.

Ambrose's pupils immediately condensed to the size of a pinpoint, like a sign before a feline attack. "It is not the fault of Lord Ambrose," the cardinal said, "although there have been misconceptions in Christian history about poor people like Lord Ambrose, as in Leviticus 20:13: 'If a man has adulterated with a man, as he has with a woman, and both of them have done abominations, they will be put to death, and the sin will be imputed on them.'" Or Romans 1:26-27: "Therefore God gave them over to shame." Their women have turned the natural use into the negative use, and so has the men, who have forsaken the natural use of the woman, and have lusted for each other, and have done shameful things with men, and have suffered in themselves the retribution they deserve for their unscrupulous deeds. But the modern Vatican has completely thrown out the old misconception that this kind of thing is just one of the many original sins borne by human beings themselves, and to put it in layman's terms, it is not something to be ashamed of while having breasts and **......"

The gravedigger's black robe was trembling violently, and the masked black scarf rose and fell like an invisible wind blowing, "Also, I'm not in the battle sequence, Lord Ambrose. The cardinal smiled kindly, "The punishment I have suffered is from the soul, and the flesh is of little importance to me. ”

"Enough. The deputy speaker suddenly shouted, and everyone's ears buzzed. "Asmontis and Leviathan, the Temple Crusader and Lucifer, I'm not interested in the factional struggle between you, but anyone who slows down the Brotherhood's great cause will be punished with the harshest possible punishment from the Speaker. Ambrose, your Asmontis has just been invaded and is now at the center of the struggle, and the ghosts are also on the move, and the Speaker has ordered the Crusades of Thorns to send high deacons to Japan to support them, you must pay attention! Tutambarak, I just received information that your Leviathan has awakened four advisors in a row, do you know about this?"

"What do you know, as the chief deacon, I don't even have the right to do that?" a mocking look appeared on the sea monster's fat face.

"Remind you not to mess things up! Excessive interference will attract attention, the 'world' is not under our control!" the Deputy Speaker yelled angrily, "That's it! What the Speaker has entrusted me to convey will be sent to you, and the meeting is dismissed!"

The old man disappeared into the shadows, and the Duke looked at Dvoru, who was unconscious on the ground covered with the old imperial Maltese five-star ornament, and shook his head slightly.