In Rosie's fantasy sea system, the strong wind blows up the ice crystals, like a layer of sandstorm sweeping across the snow, and the snow hills slowly change shape.Under the originally silent sky, the storm gathered at this moment, and the flame of the torch was pale, which confirmed the uneasiness of the owner of the illusion from the side.

The handsome bronze statue is condescending, looking down on a group of four people who met in the snowy field.The usually indifferent and arrogant leader covered his face with his hands, wishing he could get into the cracks in the ground: "Okay, don't look at it, isn't it just a statue..."

"I'm really surprised that you have him all in your fantasy sea system." The killer rubbed his chin and covered up his teasing in a serious tone, "I thought it would be an utopia, with fine wine flowing in the river and people living and working in peace and contentment.Big picture."

"I didn't build it!" Rosie broke out unbearably, "And this is private land! Private land, understand? Even if I put a hundred Deng Huailing in it, it won't break the law!"

"I'm sorry, we didn't intentionally invade your privacy. My thoughts are the same as the killer's. I thought this would be a suitable place to talk about things." Piper apologized sincerely, but his eyes could not help but drifted to the deserted snow field again.

These adjudicators have been busy in the fantasy sea system, and they couldn't even spare time to get up and go to the meeting room, so they decided to meet up in someone's illusion nearby.With the same mentality, everyone chose Rosie, and the latter did not refuse the official business due to personal reasons, but opened the channel for them neatly.

Unexpectedly, Rosie's fantasy sea system is very different from the imagination. It is neither prosperous nor lively. It can be called the loneliest pole in the world, and it snows all year round.Piper suddenly felt that the one she knew was not the real Rosie, or that the enthusiasm and passion, ambition and wisdom of that person were all on the surface, leaving only a blank space for the illusion of the real self.

What can fill this blank is only a cold statue, together with the memories of the past and Deng Huailing.Piper glanced at her leader sympathetically, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Parisa standing quietly the whole time, with wind and snow gathering on his hair and shoulders.

"Since we're here, let's talk about some serious business." The blond young man finally spoke, as if nothing had happened, with a focused expression in his green eyes, "The next location will open ten minutes later in real time, which is the fantasy sea.Four hours in the system."

"Regarding this operation, East 4's intelligence department has conducted a thorough investigation. CyberRose activated all the new-type combat bionics in its inventory and placed them in the remaining two locations. The number is ten times that of ours. If their commandersWithout fatal mistakes, it is a piece of cake to wipe out all the soldiers of 'Skill'."

The killer thought about it and said, "It sounds like it's impossible to attack by force? Our manpower is limited, but the bionics over there are endless."

"That's right, exchanging casualties is an irrational behavior, not to mention that our purpose is not to confront Robert head-on, but to seize clues." Parisa reached out to catch a snowflake, and the cool water dripped in his hand, "PreliminaryThe plan is to break it up into pieces, what's your opinion?"

Although he was asking the other three people, his eyes were fixed on Rosie without blinking, like transparent jade.Rosie suddenly felt that she heard the person in front of her silently begging for compliments—"This time I want to listen to your advice, I care about your self-esteem and character, please give me a new look", and so on.

He sighed helplessly, not knowing how to deal with Parisa's persistence.Fortunately, both the killer and Piper didn't notice the difference, and they continued the conversation without any qualms:

"I also agree. There is no chance of winning anyway. It is better to send a few skilled sneakers to sneak in and run away when they find clues. It is useless to call in more ordinary soldiers. It will only increase the probability of being discovered. What we need is a small number of elites..”

"It seems that this is the only solution currently available. I have no objection, but I would like to add that the technical department should prepare an emergency pop-up program for those who sneak in. We must not lose any fighters with outstanding skills."

"Emergency ejection programs don't prevent all accidents," the killer pointed out sternly.

"I know," Piper said, spreading his hands, "but it's always good to be a little bit defensive, isn't it?"

Rosie was the only one who hadn't made a decision yet, and the other adjudicators turned their attention to him.

Rosie avoided Parisa's gaze, and said calmly: "I agree with your plan, select a small number of soldiers to lurk in a low-key manner, disperse the battle, and avoid direct firefights. There are still four hours before the action. Go back and choose one person to coordinate operations and one team to respond outside., go to the technical department to get the emergency ejection program. I will lead the charge."

Lost City, Art Exhibition Center.

The translucent egg-shaped building is like a wrapped bird's egg. The smooth glass on the top reflects the blue sky and clouds, and the steel bars are wrapped in layers, like veins embossed from the surface.The whole building has an elegant and weird style. No matter how familiar the passing residents are with it, they still can't help but glance at it when they pass by again, as if it is an egg laid by some kind of alien creature.

It is this weird building that has hosted art exhibitions in the city of Cesina for more than 80 years, attracting many visitors to stop by.

Rosie is no stranger to the internal structure here. Whenever important artworks are displayed in the museum, the convention and exhibition center will invite experienced hunters to assist in security work. He has been here many times with Deng Huailing.A wedding exhibition is also held here.

Going back to 80 years ago, the flow of people visiting the Convention and Exhibition Center is still in an endless stream.Rosie leaned against the shadow of the giant egg, looking down at the silver reflective ticket between his fingers, the smooth paper reflected his indifferent eyes.In the depths of the pupils, the theme of this exhibition, "mirror", is very faintly printed with colorless paint.

He put the ticket back into his pocket, wrapped himself tightly with a peaked cap and a mask, only revealing a pair of eyes.Then he got up and walked towards the entrance of the exhibition hall, mingling among the crowd.

The decoration style of the museum has been adjusted according to the theme of the exhibition. The door frame of the entrance is dotted with tiny fragments, like broken mirrors, and the notes are written on the complete square mirror with a marker.Rosie observed the decorations calmly, and looked away after confirming that there were no clues inside.

He followed other visitors as he approached the door, and just as he was attracted by the contents of the exhibition hall, he heard a soft human voice say, "Sir, please show your ticket and ID."

The voice is as gentle as spring water, enough to melt the ice all over the river.

Rosie felt his fingertips turn cold inch by inch, and the chill spread up, freezing him in place—it was a voice he would never forget, because, it was his own voice.Although there are some slight differences, as long as he slows down and softens his tone, it will become like spring water.

He froze there for what seemed like a century, and Rosie slowly and mechanically raised her head.What came into view was a beautiful face, just like looking in a mirror, and those eyes that were exactly the same as his stared at him like a clear spring in the snow.

Rosie.Luo Xi was thinking in a trance, his field of vision was filled with patches of noise, and everything around him faded like a dream.Why did he ignore the fact that CyberRose can create countless Rosies?Same looks, same voice, this is Robert Dylan challenging him to prove that he is not irreplaceable.

The combat bionic man stretched out his hand to him with a slight puzzlement: "Sir, your ticket?"

Rosie woke up like a dream, and dazedly took out the fake ID and tickets.The bionic man let him go after a casual check, bent his clear eyes, and gave him a friendly smile: "Thank you for your cooperation, sir."

...even their personalities are similar.Rosie was short of oxygen for a while, and hurriedly snatched back her documents, and ran to the inside of the venue as if fleeing, holding on to the pillars to catch her breath.His heart palpitations were severe, and the heart that never wavered in the face of life and death was beating wildly in his chest. Rosie covered her mouth in embarrassment, her stomach acid was surging wantonly, but she couldn't tell whether it was nausea, hatred or fear.

Robert and Victor weren't even in the same weight class.That friend who has been with him since he was a student knows him too well. That person understands his arrogance, knows his nobility, and knows what methods can torture him.

It was already enough to be a bionic human being, a slave or even a sex slave at will, but he met Deng Huailing and returned to the second district by chance, which seemed that the punishment was too light; now Robert wants to remind himYes, even if he was protected and loved by Deng Huailing, this love could be easily passed on to another bionic person.

After all, he was exactly like them, if not even better than them.

Rosie tried her best to suppress the panic in her heart and force herself to regain her composure.He knew that this was Robert's psychological warfare. As a qualified fighter, he shouldn't be timid on the battlefield.

However, when he raised his eyes, what he saw was an almost strange scene.Not only the bionic man at the door, but also the staff who come and go in the venue all have the same face as him. The charming appearance and the copied and pasted smile fluttered among the crowd, filling his field of vision.

Visitors only regard it as special effects makeup to match the theme of the exhibition, and rush past after taking a second look.Rosie was trapped in a nightmare scene, and almost wanted to escape here immediately, but he still maintained his composure, turned on the miniature microphone pinned to his collar, and tentatively asked, "Killer?"

No one answered.

"Piper?"

Only the rustling sound of electricity came from the earphones.

There was no doubt that Robert's men had hacked into their channel and cut the signal at the source.In the lost city that lacks supplies, no matter how elite the technicians in the second district are, they are no match for a huge technology company.

It seems that I can only search for clues by myself.After clarifying this point, Rosie calmed down instead, and her heartbeat gradually calmed down.He sat down on the bench like an ordinary tourist, opened the backpack and put it on his lap, reached in nonchalantly, and began to assemble the submachine gun.

It feels very comfortable to touch the cold metal with the fingertips, and the gun lubricant remaining between the parts exudes a rubber-like smell.Rosie touched the saber next to it again. It was properly wrapped in the bag, dormantly waiting for the moment to be unsheathed.

The feeling of holding the weapon in his hand reassured him a little. He raised his lips, picked up his backpack and left the seat, looking for Cesina in the crowd.