OBS Chapter 373 Undercover
Chapter 373 Undercover
The moment Anjiu turned around, 1009 looked away, looked up out the high window, pretending nothing had happened.
The milky white halo shone on his hair, reflecting a golden color. His small facial features were more delicate than those of a Barbie doll. If he were in her world, he would definitely be a superstar who is famous all over the world.
An Jiu crossed his arms and said leisurely: "No. 1009, if I don't ask, do you want to keep it a secret forever?"
"……I don't understand you."
"I mean," Anjiu slowly walked over, squatted down to look him in the eye, and blew his hair into a mess with a soft cry, "how do you know my name? I never mentioned it, or said that you know me."
When his name came out of his mouth, Anjiu immediately became alert and kept observing his actions on the road.
Analyze who he really is.
There are three possibilities for being able to call out the name Anjiu: one, he has seen me before; two, they know each other; three, someone has shown him my photos and information.
If 1009 appeared next to her with this face, there was no reason why she couldn't remember it.
Her status and position in the Hive is of the lowest rank. Unless the Tingbai Group has nothing to do, they will pay attention to small fry like her.
However, why does Tingbai Group have information about Hive Citizens?
Is there an undercover agent lurking in the hive?
Anjiu felt that this possibility was very high. How could two hostile groups allow themselves to be completely ignorant of each other's situation?
Not only does the Hive have undercover agents from the other side, but Ting Baili also has undercover agents from the Hive.
Then the identity of 1009 can be revealed - he is an undercover agent sent by Tingbai to hide in the hive.
And he knows himself.
Because he acted with a false face, when he changed into his real face, he couldn't recognize himself.
To Anjiu, 1009 could be someone in the black market, or someone in school, or someone who lives on another floor but has come to the restaurant to eat, or even... he could be living on the 48th floor.
The only thing Anjiu was sure of was that his target was not her, and as long as it did not affect the mission, she could ignore her.
"I've said before that you have a very useful brain." 1009's pupils were fixed on her. He smiled weakly and said in a bitter, hoarse voice, as if he had a handful of bitter herbs in his mouth. "I may not be able to go back. Now I'm telling you what I know. You should prepare yourself early and live well."
His tone was so familiar that Anjiu felt his stomach was as heavy as if he had swallowed a block of lead.
A person suddenly appeared in her mind, and the thought caught her off guard.
1009's expression gradually became stern and focused.
It is the calmness that leaves only reason behind after leaving all emotions behind.
"My mission has always been to find the high-level mining areas that have been processed by the honeycomb and transmit the location information back to Tingbai. However, recently, Tingbai has become impatient. They can't wait any longer and have urged me to speed up the process many times. They ordered me to go down to the mine with the team and speed up the processing of foreign objects...
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t know about high-grade ore. I also have only a vague understanding of it. I can only roughly guess that high-grade crystals play a huge role in some key parts of Tingbai. I think the same is true for the honeycomb.
“So you should be able to imagine that the two groups will inevitably start a war over the high-level mine in the future. I suggest that you don’t keep too many contribution points in your hands, and exchange them for long-lasting food and water to ensure that you have a way to survive when the crisis comes.
"As for the rent, if things start to get bad, you can stop paying the rent and move in with your grandma. I've been paying the rent for almost a year... You have my house key, don't lose it."
Like a bolt from the blue, Anjiu fell on the bench in a daze.
"You really are... Pu Huai."
“That’s my second name.”
Pu Huai's shoulders slumped, revealing a hazy, distorted, and lost smile, as if there was nothing worth worrying about anymore.
His tone was still calm, but filled with another meaning:
"My real name is an 18-digit number that ends in 1009, which is exactly the same as the current code. Perhaps the meaning of my existence is to be a good experimental subject."
He looked at Anjiu with gentle eyes, and sadness was quietly surging deep in his eyes.
"I'm sorry for keeping it from you. If it weren't for this accident, I might never have gotten rid of Ting Bai's control until the truth was revealed, I was discovered by the Hive, and secretly executed - this is my destined ending."
People like him... from the moment they were modified and copied, they were destined to be a string of cold numbers like his serial number.
This is his mission, to contribute to the long-term prosperity of Tingbai Group. This is the whole value and meaning of his existence.
He was never given the right to be himself.
When he was taken out of the life capsule, he began to undergo very rigorous training.
The endless training plan starts from opening eyes to closing eyes, and after a short rest, it starts again.
Medical staff followed him like a shadow at all times, monitoring his physical data, making adjustments based on his current performance, and injecting all kinds of cutting-edge special medicines into his body, just to ensure that the values that appeared on the cold instruments could be classified as excellent.
He was not the only one to be awakened, but he was one of the few replicas who managed to survive.
The deaths of other experimental subjects were turned into data and recorded in detail in the boxes of the workbook as the next technical challenge to be overcome.
Before his brain could even begin to develop any emotions, it was already filled with all the things that the Tingbai Group wanted him to have, including knowledge, tactics, abilities, and worldly wisdom...
And day after day, he had to ask questions at any time and recite the long regulations of serving Tingbai word for word at any time. These things were deeply engraved in his mind like a blank sheet of paper.
He was like a robot. From the moment he was awakened, he was forced to absorb vast amounts of knowledge. Even if he felt dizzy and vomited because his brain was overloaded, all he got was a cold medicine that penetrated his body.
He forgot the feeling of the intravenous needle, from the initial severe pain to the complete loss of consciousness. His brain was filled with more important information and could no longer accommodate this feeling from his body.
He severed the connection with his body, like a doctor standing beside him, watching the needle pierce into the vein with force, spurting out a torrent of blood.
Red is the first color he remembers.
"Congratulations, 1009, you have successfully passed the assessment!"
The joy in the doctor's eyes had nothing to do with the meaning of the words, they looked at him more like an object.
He looked at the doctor expressionlessly as he said this and pushed the anesthetic into the syringe.