Overturned Tower

Chapter 431 The Wisdom of Ice Water

"I said, little brother..."

Bing Shui casually greeted the guard in the room.

She was currently leaning on the hotel sofa, her hands tied together by handcuffs. On her delicate white neck, she wore a metal collar that shone with red light. The data interfaces on both sides of her collarbone were inserted with jamming chips that could completely cut off the network.

But even so, Bing Shui didn't panic at all.

She even crossed her legs and showed the same brisk expression as before. There was no fear on her smiling face.

If it weren't for the fact that she had handcuffs on her hands and an explosive collar around her neck.

She didn't look like a kidnapped person at all, but more like the leaders of these guards - those who guarded her looked like subordinates who were reporting to her.

"...Aren't you afraid?"

The young guard wearing a helmet couldn't help but ask.

Another middle-aged guard next to him, also wearing a helmet, saw this and suddenly pressed the young guard's back. Then he waved the electric shock device in his hand towards the ice water with his other hand and shouted sharply: "Be honest!"

"Sir, the fact that I came to chat with you shows that I am in an 'honest' state now."

Bing Shui was attacked, but he was not afraid at all.

She replied with a smile: "Think about it, there is no TV on here, and I don't have access to the Internet. In other words, even if I calm down, I am not resting... because there is no entertainment that can relax me."

"If I keep quiet all the time, wouldn't that mean I am unsettled? Maybe I am thinking of ways to escape; maybe I will find a way to break the network ban. I may even be under too much pressure As for insanity... I guess you don't want me to do something irrational, right?

"Since you are idle, why don't you come and chat with me? Isn't this a good way to distract me?

"—Or are you so afraid of opening yourself up to others and clarifying your path to others?"

The girl with short brown hair, one strand of hair highlighted in blonde, and a slender figure, just smiled and asked slowly.

The two guards looked at each other, and the older one slowly released his hand.

"In order to prevent you from having any thoughts that you shouldn't have, Miss Bingshui - let me declare first that we do not have the key to the explosive collar around your neck."

The middle-aged man sneered: "Just wait for His Majesty the Emperor to come and save you. Then, you will see the program team you are familiar with."

"I have a question."

Bing Shui paused and suddenly asked: "Is Mr. Wangwang involved?"

"The vice president..."

The young man blurted out, but suddenly realized something and covered his mouth.

Bing Shui just shook his head: "Don't be nervous, 'gradual'. I recognized you before you spoke.

"I remember you - your right foot always staggered a little when you were carrying heavy objects. Didn't I help you when you lifted the machine last time?"

"...You just met me once and you remember me?"

The young man who was called "gradual" was suddenly stunned: "But that was already three months ago... but we obviously only met once..."

"It's only three months, but it won't make me forget about my colleagues."

Bing Shui smiled helplessly: "As I said, I'm not lying to you. Mr. Bull, I remember you too. Last month, when I was lectured by the Vice President of Outlook in the director's office, you gave me I handed over a cigarette - although I don't smoke. But thanks anyway.

"I think I didn't look good at that time, that's why you wanted to comfort me."

"……snort."

The middle-aged man hummed.

The voice sounded like a disdainful sneer, but also seemed to be satisfied with something.

"Is it because you recognized us both that you are not afraid?"

Bull replied coldly: "If you think you can get close to us, you are totally wrong."

"I know."

Bing Shui smiled: "That's how Miss Bai Xue died. When the chief reporter is no longer obedient, or becomes too imposing...someone will want to replace her."

"You guessed wrong, Bai Xue was not killed by us."

Bull paused: "Okay. To be precise, she shouldn't have died of suicide at that moment. Someone moved her death date ahead of time, which also prevented our plan from being completed... In a hurry, you did it at this time Top it up.

"Now, you are useless."

"Ah, I know that."

The smile on Bing Shui's face gradually faded: "Virtual 'Xiao Liuli', right."

This is the information she got from her friends in the technical department last week.

Tianen Daily, or Tianen TV - or a higher-level entity, such as the board of directors.

Some people hope that "Xiao Liuli" can come back. Because the image of Xiao Liuli is a brand in itself.

The original "journalist" was supposed to bring people the truth.

However, in Happy Island, famous reporters are the real people with authority. Because people believe in them so much that reporters can easily modify mistakes and cover up problems with just a few words.

Xiao Liuli has achieved the ultimate in her career as chief reporter.

First of all, she gained widespread recognition and trust from people, and at the same time, she also obeyed the orders and constraints of the board of directors. She doesn't do news that the board doesn't want her to cover.

In other words, she was dancing in chains—and dancing very well.

Neither white snow nor ice water can do this.

Bai Xue is obedient but incompetent.

Bing Shui is capable but disobedient.

So Tian'en Daily bought a new artificial intelligence core from Sogo Island.

By importing all of Xiao Liuli's data, they created a "virtual Xiao Liuli" that was as realistic as possible.

She has a virtual personality that is almost exactly the same as Xiao Liuli, and because it is essentially a program, it is still completely controlled.

Although using virtual reporters to report news will definitely bring a lot of trouble and resistance.

But people's emotions towards "Xiao Liuli" can eliminate this resistance to the greatest extent - because compared to white snow and ice water, people indeed miss the passing Xiao Liuli more. And this long-awaited feeling will give birth to tolerance.

Next, as long as another incident occurs to tell people what risks and inconveniences living reporters made of flesh and blood will encounter, virtual reporters can be launched.

Bing Shui realized this long before today.

"...Have you known about 'Electronic Songbird' for a long time?"

The young "Xian Xiang" was shocked: "Then why are you not afraid at all?"

"Of course I know, and of course I'm afraid."

Bing Shui sighed helplessly: "Who is not afraid of death? And who is not afraid of death?"

"and you……"

"——But more than fear of death, I am more afraid that I will die worthless."

Bing Shui said calmly: "A huge change is coming, and no one can stop it.

"Since you have your own plans...why can't I have my own plans?"

"...Are you really from the Fuji Society?"

"What about you?"

Bing Shui acquiesced and asked: "Who are you?