Night Hacker

   Chapter 169 Sophia's New Brain Slave

   "One of the things I'm curious about on the street now is, are there any geniuses against blood eaters?"

   "I don't know, I really don't know about the gifted ones..."

   Sophia looked at the girl with a smiling face and a white dress outside the cell. Although she hated her deeply, she carefully hid her resentment in her voice. She had suffered a lot in the past few days.

   The other party said that he was eighteen years old, he was younger than her, and he was more poisonous than her. He was a lunatic who took pleasure in torturing others.

   barbed whip, high voltage electric rod, rope…

  This cell is too narrow for Sophia to avoid, and after being instantly stunned, she has no way to resist.

   Now every time she takes a breath, she can feel a small colored ring on the right wing of her nose. It is not painful, but shameful.

   "If you don't know, you don't know." Nimue looked at the former Miss Gasboyne, and loved to see the other party's expression of anger but had to endure it, which really made people feel.

   "Sophia, let's do our own research. Today I'm going to make a new development for you."

  Nimiao turned around and walked over, and took a small portable cage covered with a black cloth from the narrow aisle, "Bangbang, a gift for you, guess what?"

  Sophia looked at the small cage, and could vaguely hear a strange hissing sound inside...

   "What do you want to do?" She couldn't help but take a step back, "Don't go too far, I'm from Pan Shen."

   "Pan Cai is too lazy to care about you, you don't know him, you don't understand him."

Nimiao smiled and lifted the black cloth on the small cage by herself, revealing the true content of the small cage. .

  Sophia saw that the alien species looked like a giant mouse, pitch black, with straight hair and thorns.

  Looking at it like that, it should be just a chance to plant…

   "This little thing is called a little ghost mouse." Nimue laughed happily when she thought of something, "The Wilderness had a battle with the bank a few days ago, and I heard that a group of little ghost mice was dispatched in the Wilderness. It must be spectacular."

   In fact, that day, she also participated in the psychic network, and followed up with several members of the wilderness mobile task force.

   Some of them will suffer from nerve damage, which she has slashed thousands of times with the executioner's Q-level procedure.

   "But this one, I bought it from the tripod area and spent a fortune."

  Nimiao looked at Sophia who frowned and said, "It's your new brain slave, use it to establish a brain slave connection."

   "You..." Sophia was almost furious, and the emotions that had accumulated over the past few days were on the verge of erupting. She had been locked in for a month, and she was able to endure it because of Pan in the overdrive gear, but what is this woman now!

   "Not happy?" Nimiao smiled cheerfully, "Then you have to eat an electric rod."

   As she said, she walked towards the wall and took the long-pole high-voltage electric rod, "But when you wake up this time, you may have lost your legs, or how about a wire face?"

   Sophia doesn't doubt that the other party can do it or not, that's a lunatic.

"Xenogeneic species are not suitable as brain slaves." Sophia suppressed her anger and said anxiously: "Some refuge species may be fine, but like chance species and pioneer species, the computing power they generate is difficult to digest, and the integrity of blood eaters' personality It can also collapse.”

   She knows this because the extraordinary teacher has taught it.

  Before the New World Bank established a monopoly like it is now, there were not so many elite brain slaves and extraordinary programmers for blood eaters to gather energy and **** their brains.

   But those were early blood eaters, some died, some went crazy, and only after a few were eliminated did they gradually develop.

   By now, the blood eaters already have the best brain slaves, the purest child labor, and the best program cripples. They don’t need to risk contact with aliens anymore. Only lunatics and geniuses can handle it.

   Regarding the research on blood-eaters sucking xenogeneic species, Sophia doesn't know if there is any research at the Superman Research Association.

   As long as it is research involving blood eaters, the level of secrecy may be higher than that of the gifted ones…

   "Maybe you can do it? You have to have confidence in yourself, people's limits are all pushed out." Nimue laughed again.

   "Don't, don't..." Sophia had to beg, "You want to do something else, you've played me badly, so I don't have to play anymore, the lady and Pan don't want that either..."

   "Say it, you are at my disposal now." Nimue put the small cage next to the cell door, "Brain slave connection."

   "No, it's too difficult." Sophia kept breathing deeply, controlling her urge to attack the girl.

   Even if the opponent is successfully turned into a brain slave, the brain slave does not mean that he has been completely manipulated.

   And there are still people in the dungeon, so doing that is just killing yourself.

   "Sofia, do you know where the streets are the most chaotic and have the most gangs in the city? The big house area, or the voodoo area."

  Nimiao shook the high-voltage electric rod in her hand, and she did not rush to do it, and said to herself:

   "I have a sister, and she and I are either street mice or serious gangs, bring some medicine for this and that, recruit customers for prostitutes, and even bury corpses.

   "In the voodoo zone, you have to join a gang. If you are an independent character, it means that anyone can kill you, and you don't have to be responsible. No one will care about you anyway, and those who don't belong to the gang are finished.

"As for my sister, she has been very beautiful since she was very young. Some perverts love to be rough with her, but she is a smart person. Not only did she not get hurt, but she learned how to protect herself and how to take advantage of her beauty. Manipulate others. This is how she grew up, and I think she's better suited to be a blood eater than you.

"Sophia, how about you, how did you grow up? Are you in the Yishun Lake District or in the Garden District, are there a group of people waiting for you every day? So don't tell me that you are difficult, it's hard, life is very difficult, you It's easy."

  Nimiao let out a crisp silver bell laughter again, and was about to stick the electric baton into the cell.

   "Wait!" Sophia stopped, already knowing that she could not escape this disaster, blood eaters, blood eaters only talk about interests...

   She was in various moods, Elizabeth, Pan, where are you all...

  Suddenly, Sophia started the program.

  Blood Eater Occupational Department, Class J Program: Brain Slave Gathering

She released some blood threads from her right palm, flew over, passed through the gap between the prison door and the iron cage, and grabbed the little ghost rat. .

   The little ghost rat let out a strange scream, its black and hard hair exploded, and the thorns had a strange light flowing, and they resisted desperately.

   "Ah!" Sophia also shouted, and in the two-way neural channel, there was indescribable xenogeneic data rushing towards her.

  I don't care how you grow up, a street dog is a street dog, I'm going to kill this **** mad woman...

   Hold on, hold on! This little ghost rat is a change, and there is a chance when there is change. As long as this alien species becomes her brain slave, its personality cube will become different, and maybe someone will happen to see it in the mind network...

   Moreover, she can indeed become stronger from this.

  These street dogs won't catch someone to be her brain slave, but if xenogeneity works, this little guinea pig might just be the beginning. She will have more alien species, and she has brain slaves to play a greater role, and that is her chance.

   After all, Sophia is a six-speed gear, and she is only facing a little ghost mouse of chance. Her anger and viciousness are all vented from this, making her mind quickly and completely suppressed.

   It struggled a few times, and it was difficult to escape such a fate. It screamed a few times and was becoming the brain slave of the blood eater.

  Sofia suddenly felt a difference in her mind, and she had a brain slave again, a different kind of brain slave.

The    program is gathering energy, some weird and inexplicable data is flooding into her brain, and she has to survive this level.

   Her personality integrity is declining slightly, her cranial nerves are blowing like a gust of wind, click, click...

   After holding on for a while, Sophia suddenly felt that something was officially smooth again, and blood flowed from her bitten lips.

  The different rat in the cage was continuously providing her with brain energy until it died.

   This is not a development, but a regression.

   "Looks like it's successful?" Nimue looked at Sophia, who was panting, before seeing how the other party had recovered from a strange complexion and bouts of blue veins.

   But Sophia's eyes flashed a strange color, but it was just human resentment.

   "Success..." Sophia didn't lie, it only needed time to verify whether she succeeded or not.

   If her personality value falls below 60% and becomes a ghost, it is impossible to hide it from the other party, and it will also lose its use value.

   "Okay! Sure enough, haha." Nimue was happy, "Then you can take a good breath, don't worry about other things.

"This little ghost rat has become a brain slave, and there will be abnormalities in Xinwang's personality cube. But before I came down here, I have gone to Xinwang to hide its personality cube, and there is no hand tail. Besides, even if someone finds it. , and can't find out who the blood eater is behind, this is the advantage of the blood eater, right."

   She glanced back and forth at Sophia, "Blood Eater is indeed a natural ghost card, even aliens can suck."

  Sophia was sullen and did not speak. As a brain slave, the little ghost mouse seemed to be picking up leftovers from the trash can on the street...

   At this time, she suddenly saw that the girl did not put the electric baton back, but stretched it straight into the cell, and she hurriedly shouted: "What are you doing, I have already done as you said!"

   "No, I just want to shock you." Nimue stabbed the shock end of the electric rod towards Sophia. The power level that has been adjusted will not make the other party faint, but can have some enjoyment.

   She chuckled and said, "You don't think I'll tell you the rules, I'll tell you, just my mood."

   "Ah..." Sophia was suddenly swallowed by the electric current, twitching all over her body, and fell to the floor uncontrollably.

   Although she is a second-level programmer, she is still a flesh and blood, and she still can't stand this kind of electric shock...

   I'm going to kill this woman, I'm going to kill all these street dogs, except that Pan's overdrive doll, it's mine... I'm going to taste overdrive again, I'm going to be an overdrive...

  Sophia used this will to withstand the electric shock, fell to the ground, and roared.

   "Blood eaters can **** alien species, which is interesting." Nimue said, "Rich guys specialize in blond girls like you, right?"

  Sophia already knew what this girl was talking about.

   "Blonde hair, black hair, brown hair, everything." She didn't want to be electrocuted again, "The Amick family is blonde."

   "I just don't have red hair." Nimue thought of something, "Red hair is the color of the street."

   This guy means Elizabeth, of course Sophia knew that the old friend had dyed red hair after leaving the boxing area.

"Next time I'll bring you something to dye your hair." Nimue said with great amusement, "When I was a child, my sister and I had a plastic doll princess toy. My sister likes to dress it up, and I like to dress it up. Hands, feet, feet and head are all buckled. Don't be upset, I'm enduring it too. Dying your hair is just playing my sister's share."

   After saying that, Nimue turned around and walked away, leaving the little ghost mouse there, and it took time to observe the changes.

   The small dungeon soon returned to silence, save for Sophia's wheezing and the little ghost rat's squeak.

  Sofia slumped on the ground, looking at the little ghost rat in the small iron cage outside, as if she was seeing herself.

  Sophia Amick, how did you get to this point?

  Pan, Pan, when are you coming back, you fucking…

   (end of this chapter)