"We already know that the most radical of the anomalous community members who oppose the [Thirteen Branches] are directly connected to the [Red Branch], and they are accompanied by at least one member of the [Red Branch] every time they act."

Wendell controlled his emotions a little, and then pulled the topic back to the topic again.

"This combination seems to have been fixed, and we have found that every member of [Red Branch] will follow these panic-mongering anomalous community members on a regular basis, and these guys will most likely be [Red Branch]'s employer."

After listening to Wendell's words, Xia Xiu couldn't help but ask:

"Who are the [Red Branch] members of Elian's side?"

Wendell looked at the blonde-haired, golden-eyed young man who asked the question, and he took a photograph from the file in his hand and pinned it to the whiteboard with a thumbtack.

"Rat King Obrian."

The blonde young man squinted his eyes at the person in the photo: Obrian was a handsome middle-aged man with lush blonde hair mixed with a hint of white hair, and the man in the photo gave the impression of suave and elegant on the whole.

The goal appeared. Xia Xiu said secretly in his heart.

Wendell continued the theme of the meeting.

"We don't want to put any patience with what the anomalous community led by Arian does."

Wendell said with a gloomy expression:

"Now is the time when it is necessary for us to take some more radical measures."

···········

The meeting lasted almost a little more than an hour.

At the end of the meeting, Xia Xiu left the conference room alone.

When Xia Xiu walked out of the basement of the [Thirteen Branches: Alien Division] to the gallery door on the surface floor, he saw Wendell standing beside the white stone pillar in the distance, and the other party seemed to notice his gaze, so he also shifted his gaze.

"Captain Wendell, you seem to have been waiting for me here for a long time." Xia Xiu came to the other party's side and said to him with a smile.

"Do you want one?"

Wendell took out a cigarette case, shook out a cigarette from it, and handed it to Xia Xiu.

"No thanks."

Wendell didn't care about the blonde youth's refusal, and he continued to gulp the cigarette in his mouth.

"Captain Wendell, you are waiting for me here not to just ask me in front of me about the boring topic of smoking or not, if I guess correctly, what information do you want to tell me?" Xia Xiu squinted his golden eyes at the middle-aged man in front of him who was surrounded by smoke.

Wendell had said in the conference room that he could take some radical measures, but he did not specify the degree of radicalism, so the proportion of this needs to be controlled by the individual himself.

[The Thirteen Branches] are more or less intrinsically connected to the anomalous community, and as a member of the Heavenly Genealogy, he will not act as timidly as [the Thirteen Branches], so he should be the best "revenge prop" in Wendell's eyes.

Xia Xiu was able to guess Wendell's heart, and Wendell never intended to hide his thoughts of "using" Xia Xiu.

"The Mitesch district in Berlin is the place where the anomalous community gathers the most, especially the Linden Strasse in the district, which is a favorite of the anomalous community, you should know about [android] and [reality drop writing], right?"

Xia Xiu nodded noncommittally, of course he knew this.

Naturally, [androids] don't need to say anything, they literally know what this thing is. The Sarkic BIO species can also be regarded as a kind of [android] technology to some extent.

[Artificial human] technology is a control technology, and this technology is prone to many complex moral and ethical issues.

However, anyone with a discerning eye knows that this kind of control has not actually done much.

Not to mention the BIO technology of the Sarkic lineage, there are still many [android] products on the market today.

Of the anartists, many of them are enthusiasts of the technology.

And the other technique mentioned by Wendell [reality drop writing], Xia Xiu has seen in the core paper journal of the Deer Academy.

To some extent, [Reality Placement Writing] is also a kind of mi-like application technique, and its function is to write virtual personalities for virtual creations.

For example, the aforementioned [android] products.

Most of the products [of artificial humans] only have the appearance of a human being, but do not have a soul.

Unless it is a high-end work made through the [Philosopher's Stone], the intelligence level and behavioral logic possessed by most [androids] will be very mechanical and dull.

[Reality Projection Writing] is a special technology created by some anartists in order to create a perfect version of the puppet vividly.,By setting up [character design], and then putting the virtual personality into the [artificial person] through special technology.,So that you can create a "husband/wife" that meets your own XP.

Well, it sounds a lot more advanced than the "automata" made by the old woman of Kladache.

"There are a lot of people who don't like it in reality, and it's a subculture that belongs to the younger generation of anomalous community members under the Veil." Wendell unabashedly expressed his disdain in front of Xia Xiu.

"After the [reality delivery writing] became popular, all cats and dogs tried to add things in the Berlin area, none of these things can escape from the normal society, but they will cause us a lot of unnecessary trouble." Wendell continued to Xia Xiu with a puff of smoke.

Xia Xiu shrugged his shoulders, and he smiled at Wendell to express his opinion.

"Most of the [android] products implanted with virtual avatars will become decaying and abnormal within seven days once activated, which is a transcendent iron rule, and it is the authority of the gods to create soul-existing lives out of thin air. Those subculture dolls are just toys that are a little smarter, otherwise the subculture under these curtains will never be able to survive. ”

"Captain Wendell, if you're coming to me to discuss the secondary culture of the young people of the new generation of anomalous communities under the Veil, then I can only say sorry to you. I am neutral about this subculture, and as long as there is no clear instruction from above, I will not cross the line to interfere with these subcultures. ”

Wendell was not surprised by Xia Xiu's answer, he continued to speak to Xia Xiu:

"O'Brian is a great guy at [Reality Drop Writing], and we know he has a special [mod] called [Doublethoughts]. This [mod] is able to cause the enemy to accept two opposing beliefs at the same time, in other words, it is an alternative [reality control technique] through which he can temporarily manipulate the actions of others. ”

"And if this technique is applied to the hands of [androids], then he will be able to create more agile battle dolls."

As the middle-aged man's words fell, the blonde young man began to squint his golden eyes slightly, and he stared at Wendell's amber eyes, which were full of sly taste.

The blond young man replied to the middle-aged man in front of him with a bright smile:

"Captain Wendell, you're also very sharp."

Since Xia Xiu entered the conference room of the [Thirteen Branches], he has never hidden his interest in the members of [Red Branch], especially in [Rat King Obrean], and Wendell came here this time to do what he liked.

"Obrian and Erian are most likely haunted near Linden Street, and the young people of the anomalous community who like to be dimensional know more or less about Obrian's clues, but those young people are like thorns, and it may be a little troublesome to get information from them."

Wendell had already made no secret of his desire to kill with a knife, and Xia Xiu didn't care about the bright bait of the middle-aged man in front of him, after all, the primary target of his trip was Obrean.

"Thank you for the information, I'll keep those thorns quiet for a while."

The blonde youth pressed the top hat on his head and said with a smile.

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Mitte District Linden Street.

A huge orange cloud, full and wanton, grows almost half of the sky, like a cotton field with a good harvest, each cotton is trimmed with gorgeous gold, and a vast and quiet wildfire is slowly spreading in the field.

On both sides of Linden Avenue stand tall buildings, and all kinds of colorful special paintings that can only be seen by the extraordinary fill the original white and gray plain color of the buildings. These buildings contain clusters of well-known anomalous communities.

Here, you can see all sorts of anomalous community members working on their jobs.

The believers of the [Cogwheel Orthodox Church] (non-wild believers of the Daevite Empire) gather to meditate, upload each other's consciousness to the genealogical think tank terminal they have created, exchange soul data, and express their high respect for the great god [McCann], but they look like addicts who have been sucked up; Or the lovers of [swirl music] use classic and modern music to make electronic music to preach and preach, and the noisy and sensible electronic music spreads wantonly in an arrogant and abnormal manner.

Performance artists among the anartists perform bloodletting rituals in dark corners, and this self-flaunting act is very popular among the younger generation of the anomalous community under the Veil.

The anomalous sculptors are providing the young people wandering with images of Mimu tainted tattoos, most of which carry uncivilized abusive words, and some of which are provocative images that defiant the giants of normalcy: such as black angel wings, angels crucified upside down, skulls with blazing flames raising scythes to slaughter angels······

In the Bodhi Tree neighborhood, these deviants and lovers of various deviant religions who had been suppressed by Heaven under the normal society were finally able to express their enthusiasm and respect for what they believed in with an almost unbridled attitude.

"Dude, do you sell this mask?"

An anomalous youth with a colorful cockscomb head, white short sleeves, and a tattoo of a moving flower arm engraved on the crook of his exposed arm stopped an "eccentric" person in front of him.

Bryce licked his own nailed lips as he stared unscrupulously at the tall man in front of him: the man in front of him was wearing a black trench coat with a white lining, a black top hat on his head, and a mask with special symbols attached to his face.

The mask is known to be an anomalous work of art, as it automatically fits the man's face without a rope, and the symbols on the mask change, at this point the symbol on the mask looks like this:

【￣へ￣】

"You want my mask, it seems that you have a good eye."

Xia Xiu, who was wearing a [emoji mask], couldn't help but look at the cockscomb hairstyle in front of him.

The cockscomb's hair in front of him was changing color and flickering like a colored light next to a hair salon.

To be honest, he wanted to dye the thing on the other person's head green.

"Hahaha, buddy, your mask is so funny, I want to buy it should amuse a lot of people, and my horses should love this funny gadget too."

Bryce unabashedly smiled at Xia Xiu without hiding his sarcasm, it seemed that he was really amused by the mask in front of him.

Mask: [(╬◣д◢)]

Boy, you're getting narrower.

Your hair is going to turn me green today!

Xia Xiu under the mask narrowed his golden eyes, and he said with a smile:

"I just saw a street colorist nearby who can dye his hair quickly, and I thought you could ask him to dye that strange lump of hair on your head green, and I could go with you."

"You kid dare to insult my hairstyle!?"

Bryce is furious, and he is ready to reason with the stinky boy wearing a funny mask in front of him, so that the other party can understand the cruelty of society.

Just as he raised his right hand carved with flowery arms to educate the other party, he looked at the golden eyes of the mask man hidden behind the mask.

Those golden eyes stood up like snake pupils at this time, and the bright golden eyes were exuding a terrifying deterrence.

Knock Knock Knock –

Bryce could feel his heart beating as fast as an engine, and he didn't dare look into those terrifying eyes.

Bryce lowered his head timidly, and as his head lowered, the muscles of his body began to spasm, and the strong twitching between the muscles made him extremely painful.

Bryce's knees softened, and he began to bow down to the masked man in front of him.

Smack-

Bryce's kneeling posture was stopped, and he saw the masked man in front of him enthusiastically supporting him, and at the same time, the words full of banter also sounded in his ears:

"What, you said you wanted to dye that piece of stuff on your head green."

"Okay, I'll take you to dye it green."

Bryce saw that the mask symbol on the masked man had changed again, this time the symbol on the mask looked like this:

【φ(゜▽゜*)】

"What, do you have any comments?"

The gentle words came to Bryce's ears, which made him subconsciously shudder, and he shook his head frantically and smiled:

"No, no, green is good, I like green."

MD, it's a kick to the iron plate.

Bryce couldn't help but grumble in his heart.

In this way, Xia Xiu really took the bad young Bryce to the street hairdresser to dye the cockscomb on his head green, and it was the kind of green that would shine.

"Well, yes, it's the color of nature."

Xia Xiumo rubbed his chin and admired the cockscomb head that had turned into green hair in front of him, this thing was much more pleasing to the eye after dyeing it green, and it didn't look so bad.

You have to like why you don't dye it yourself.

Bryce couldn't help but feel sorry in his heart.

Just as Bryce was complaining inwardly, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Because this thing only looks good if you dye it."

"Yes······· you can hear me!?"

Bryce subconsciously continued, and then he looked at the masked man in front of him like a ghost, and the expression on the other party's mask changed again:

【(￣︶￣)】

"I don't have the ability to read minds, I see it in your stupid face."

The masked man replied in a factual tone, his golden eyes narrowing again.

"Green hair, I want to ask you, which is the most famous [Reality Drop Writing] nearby?"

Bastard, who's the green-haired man!

"I have a name, my name is Bryce." Bryce said with a smile to the masked man.

"I see, Greenhair."

"So can you tell me, which [reality drop-off] product is the most famous? Green-hair-"

“········”

This guy definitely did it on purpose!

(End of chapter)