Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting. - Chapter 900 Uncle

Tokyo's night rain, wrapped in neon reflections, meandered into a twisted data stream on the asphalt road. Shen Xinghe clutched his hot mobile phone, and the coordinates jumping on the screen were like the tongue of a poisonous snake, leading him to the dark behemoth on the edge of the city - Qingteng Tower. This signal center, which once symbolized the pinnacle of technology, became a graveyard that swallowed all signals after the electromagnetic storm three years ago. "You have entered the danger zone." The warning of the drone patrol team exploded overhead, and the red laser net woven into a cage in the rain. Shen Xinghe rushed along the rusty wall, and the hacker equipment box on his back hurt. Three days ago, he intercepted an encrypted video on the dark web: a woman in a white coat was frantically typing on the keyboard in the laboratory on the top floor of Qingteng Tower. On the holographic screen behind her, countless facial data were being disassembled into strange binary codes, and that woman had exactly the same face as his missing sister Shen Xingyao. The explosion-proof door at the base of the tower was half-closed, and the leaking coolant condensed into blue-purple ice crystals on the ground. Shen Xinghe put on the electromagnetic jammer, and the metal detector suddenly let out a shrill scream - the inside of the door was covered with neural connection devices, and those data cables attached to flesh and blood tissue looked like the neural network of some kind of creature. "This is not ordinary electronic garbage." His voice was muffled in the gas mask, and his fingertips rubbed the dark red marks on the door handle. It was dried blood, showing strange fluorescent patterns under ultraviolet light. The emergency lights in the corridor flickered every seven seconds, casting fragmented shadows on the ground. Shen Xinghe's tactical boots crushed the silicon-based chips on the ground. The surfaces of those chips were etched with children's smiling faces, but they were roughly crossed out. The monitoring screen at the corner suddenly lit up with snowflake noise, and then a distorted picture emerged: a group of teenagers in school uniforms twitched in the laboratory, and the neural interface behind their necks continued to pour out black data streams. "Xingyao?" Shen Xinghe's throat tightened. The screen switched, and the sister's face appeared in the center. She was wearing a VR helmet, and her body was shaking violently on the electromagnetic chair, while the man in front of the operating table was inserting a metal tube engraved with Sanskrit into the back of her neck. "The consciousness of these children is being formatted," the man's voice was mixed with the noise of electricity, "Qingteng Tower needs a fresh signal carrier." The sound of metal friction came from above. Shen Xinghe rolled violently, and three mechanical arms with barbs rubbed the tip of his nose and pierced into the ground. The sparks splashed illuminated the graffiti on the wall - a huge eye painted with fluorescent paint, and the pupils were densely packed with SIM cards. He threw an EMP pulse bomb with his backhand, and the mechanical arm exploded into pieces in the blue light, but it reassembled at the moment of landing, turning into a human form and rushing towards him. "Damn nano-reconstruction technology." Shen Xinghe knocked open the door of the safe passage, and the sound of metal bones clacking came from behind him. The stairwell was full of server wreckage, and sticky black liquid oozed from the hard drive, forming a stream on the steps. He pulled open one of the hard drives. What was sealed inside was not data, but a mass of gray-white brain tissue that was constantly squirming, with blood vessels and data cables entangled together. The door of the laboratory on the top floor was closed, and light green smoke seeped out from the crack of the door. Shen Xinghe attached the neural connector to the door, and his consciousness was instantly dragged into the vortex of data flow. Countless fragments of memory rushed to his face: his sister was injected with a mysterious potion, and her pupils turned into strange diamonds; the children's consciousness was extracted and turned into blue light spots and injected into the huge signal transmitter; and in the core cabin at the bottom of the tower, a "corpse" made of electronic components was sleeping, and the nameplate on the chest was engraved with "Experimental Subject Zero". "So you are making a living signal tower." Shen Xinghe bit his tongue, and the severe pain made him forcibly exit the docking state. Suppressed sobs came from the laboratory. He kicked open the door and saw more than 99 teenagers tied to the neural chairs, their consciousness being transmitted to the transmitter on the top of the tower through data cables. In front of the control console, "Shen Xingyao" was wearing a silver mask, his fingers flying on the holographic keyboard, and the entire screen was playing the real image of the electromagnetic storm three years ago - it was not an accident at all, but a man-made signal cleaning plan. "Sister, is that you?" Shen Xinghe's voice trembled. "Shen Xingyao" turned slowly, revealing half of her mechanical face under the mask: "I am the seventh-generation consciousness copy of Zero. Your sister's consciousness has long been disassembled into signal traffic." She raised her hand, and all the equipment in the laboratory began to overload, and green smoke came out of the bodies of the teenagers. "Qingteng Tower needs a new host, and you have the purest neural frequency." The alarm sounded suddenly, and the entire tower began to tilt. Shen Xinghe rushed to the control console and found that the core code was self-destructing. He connected to the portable terminal and frantically cracked the encryption program, but when the progress bar reached %, he found that there was a more terrible truth hidden at the bottom - there were thousands of signal graveyards buried underground in Tokyo, and Qingteng Tower was just the tip of the iceberg of this consciousness colonization plan. "It's time to end." Shen Xinghe injected the virus program into the core system, and the copy of Zero made a sharp electronic sound. The tower body trembled violently, and the boys' nerve connections broke one after another. He picked up the nearest child and rushed to the escape passage. Behind him, he heard Zero's final scream: "Do you think deleting the data can stop it? The whole of Tokyo has long been a living signal cemetery!"