"Poet?" Sun Jack looked at the person standing in front of him in surprise, feeling very surprised.
"No, there are so many surveillance cameras at the door, how did you get in?"
Not just surveillance, but so many people coming and going from the door to his office, how could a big living person like him walk in?
The poet did not answer this question, but began to complain directly to Jack Sun.
"Jack, have you forgotten me at all? I stood there all day and all night, waiting for you to pick me up, but what happened to you?"
"Ahem" Jack Sun cleared his throat in embarrassment. Of course he had forgotten about this guy, but he couldn't say that in front of others.
"You are such an old man, don't you know how to find your way? Look, haven't you found me now? Let's add a friend first."
Jack Sun said, and sent the direct communication code to the other party's system. "Why are you still using this FFP cock? Wait, I will ask you to change your body."
"No need, just give me a different face. I think a woman's body can bring me more inspiration." As soon as he said this, the other party started to skr again.
"You can wait a while before creating. Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat something."
Jack Sun took the other party to Kejia Cuisine, ordered a sumptuous meal, and watched the other party eat with big mouthfuls of tentacles and eyeballs.
Jack Sun looked at the poet in front of him and considered his abilities.
Obviously, he was able to survive in Prison No. 3 and find himself in front of him quietly. This guy was obviously capable. The most important thing was that he had a grudge against FFP. If he called the other party to help, he might be able to do something to him.
of help.
But if you want him to join in to help you, this guy's off-line spirit is on the one hand, and on the other hand, he has unknown details about this guy. It's best to find out clearly.
"Poet, can I ask you something? Why were you imprisoned before?" Jack Sun asked.
The poet's mouth was full of things and after mumbling a lot, Jack Sun didn't understand anything.
"What? Just swallow what's in your mouth before talking."
"They locked me up because I wrote a great poem." After the poet swallowed what was in his mouth, he spoke again.
"Poetry? What kind of jb poem are you talking about? You were sent to Prison No. 3 for writing a poem? I don't believe it. You used FFP's chairman Lan Meng as material to compose this poem. You are not qualified either."
Jack Sun lit up a cigarette and took a long puff.
The poet shook his head and took a sip of his intestines covered with white mushroom sauce. "You misunderstood. They didn't imprison me. They didn't know that I created that great work. I went in voluntarily. I imprisoned me."
of myself.”
"What kind of poem is that?"
"A great poem, but I don't think a mortal like you can understand it. You are not qualified enough."
Jack Sun scratched his scalp and sighed. It was really tiring to talk to the psycho. "Forget it, I won't talk about anything else. You saved my life before, so just say it clearly. I need people here. Are you willing?
Come and help me?"
He decided to keep the other person first, and then let professionals like Linda Linda talk to this guy. It was a waste of time to talk to him by himself.
"If you join, I can give you salary and share according to the treatment of the top lone wolf mercenary of Utopia Security Company."
Now the poet understood. He picked up his sleeve and wiped it on his mouth. He looked at Sun Jack with some surprise. After looking at it carefully for a few seconds, he asked: "What is your purpose? Why do you do this?"
"What else is there for, self-protection? Do you want to be captured by FFP? We are grasshoppers on the same boat, with the same enemy."
However, the poet shook his head, and then raised a finger and pointed at the table. "No, jk, you not only want to protect yourself under FFP, you have other purposes, otherwise you are not qualified to be locked up in San Francisco
No. Prison."
After a pause, he suddenly leaned forward and stared at Jack Sun. "You want to accomplish the goals of the Rat Alliance Front, you want to change the whole world!"
"What do you mean?" Jack Sun looked at the poet in front of him and his expression became serious.
"As you said, ordinary people are not qualified to be locked up in Prison No. 3, and you are not an ordinary person." The poet continued to eat, "But I feel that human beings do not need your rescue. They are lustful, gluttonous, lazy, jealous, arrogant, and angry.
, it’s their nature, they like it.”
After saying that, he lay back and said, "Ah~ Metropolis, the greedy city of illusions filled with electronic money, swallowing up the soul and blurring reality and lies. In the endless abyss of data torrent, I greedily grabbed every
The light of a dog."
Hearing this, Jack Sun was stunned for a moment, then took a puff of cigarette. "Don't tell me, these lines of yours are countless times better than those JB poems before."
The poet ignored Sun Jack. He rushed to the window and climbed directly on it, looking at the living beings in the metropolis who lived under the acid rain.
When he looked at Sakura sitting in the car going home, he was inspired again and continued to shout selflessly: "Ah~ the metropolis, the lusty carnival of desire, the defense line of reason, vulnerable, in the
Wandering in the abyss of joy, but forgetting where the soul belongs."
Then his gaze shifted to the people passing by in the subway car, who were silent in the Internet. "Ah~ the metropolis, a garbage dump of fragmented information, knowledge, entertainment, gossip, filling the empty stomach in the feast of numbers
, the end of massive data is a barren desert of spirit!”
His perspective quickly zoomed out, focusing on a group of four-wheeled robots carrying goods underground. "Ah~ the metropolis~ a hotbed of automation, mechanical hands weaving a web of laziness, we are lying on a hotbed of intelligence,
No more pursuit, no more desire, laziness is like cancer, eroding the soil of our souls.”
Then there were some corporate elites sitting on floating cars, those golden ties and accessories that scrolled with deposits. "Ah~ the metropolis, the proving ground of comparison. We compared the data, and every number seemed sharp.
The blade cuts our hearts. It makes us forget the true meaning of happiness, leaving only resentment and vanity after comparison."
Then there was Linda who looked out the window silently. Linda said, "Ah~ the metropolis, a city of loneliness. The arrogance is like a wall, which isolates me from the contact with others, causing everyone to gradually lose the warmth of humanity in loneliness. Arrogance.
Like armor, it protects my fragility, but it also isolates me from the world and makes me difficult to get close to. In the castle built by myself, I am the king of loneliness."
In the end, there were two gangs fighting each other roaring in the distance.
"Ah~ Metropolis, the volcano of anger. The fire of anger made me lose my mind and direction. The anger made me struggle in the whirlpool of hatred and revenge. While I wielded violence to protect myself,
It also shattered all the beauty around us.”
Chapter completed!