In Xingang City, where neon has turned cancerous, the "Tian Nao Group" hangs in the sky the nerve tentacles that collect human pain. Jiang Mou huddled in the basement of the "Kangyuan Prosthetic Clinic", scrubbing the blood on the operating table with a rusty steel brush. A neural interface surgery three years ago made him deaf and mute - it was the giant's method of silencing the hacker's father. When his retina scanned the blue light code swimming in Qingxi's gums, the steel brush suddenly scraped off the flesh of his index finger.
