Qin Zhibo had only seen this kind of grand scene on TV in his previous life.
The flash focused on Carl Sanford's antique car, but Carl did not rush to get out of the car, but sat in the car and waited quietly.
Qin Zhibo understood instantly, quickly opened the door and got out of the car, and opened the back door like the horse boy who often appeared on TV, and then Carl Sanford got out of the car.
Under the spotlight, Karl nodded skillfully and walked up the steps.
At this time, the antique car behind him had already driven away, and Qin Zhibo also knew that he was a "high-end horse boy" who could follow him and have dinner together.
In this way, Qin Zhibo followed Carl Sanford and entered the Sindora Building.
In the lobby on the first floor of the Sindora Building, a group of majestic bronze statues of Battle Angels stood in front of the fountain.
There are a total of five figures in the bronze statue, including the goddess, the sickle goddess, the knight, the eagle-winged knight, and the prince. They all look quite majestic, including the daggers they hold in their hands, which are all edged.
Carl Sanford stopped in front of the bronze statue and admired it leisurely for about ten minutes before taking the elevator upstairs.
...
In the exhibition hall, Carl Sanford found an inconspicuous place to stand and took out an oval medal from his pocket.
"It's a game launch, but I'm not interested in games."
"You can go up and play instead of me later. I have to leave for a while..."
Qin Zhibo received the game medal, and Carl Sanford left the exhibition hall with a cane.
Looking around the guests in the exhibition hall, Qin Zhibo found that there were indeed many people with this special medal hanging on their chests.
On the stepped stage in front of the entire exhibition hall, there are a total of 50 "cocoon"-shaped devices, which look like some kind of game cabin.
From this point of view, the game quota is limited, and those who can get this quota are either rich or noble.
So Qin Zhibo followed suit and pinned the medal on his chest.
As time went by, more people came in one after another in the exhibition hall, including some dignitaries Qin Zhibo had learned about in the United States.
First there was Billy Lee Tuttle, the church leader in Oklahoma, a portly middle-aged man.
Because he has been deeply involved in the whirlpool of public opinion about the serial murder case recently, he finally broke through the heavy blockade of reporters downstairs.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the exhibition hall, he was sweating profusely and took a small medicine tray from the assistant behind him. The medicine tray contained medicines of various colors.
He took out a blue capsule, took the water from the assistant, and swallowed it.
As the medicine took off, his expression became more comfortable. He returned the medicine tray to the assistant, adjusted the collar of his suit, pinned the oval badge to his chest, and then officially entered the exhibition hall.
The appearance of Billy Lee Tuttle really surprised Qin Zhibo, because he was also a member of the Tuttle family and the cousin of the scar-faced man's father.
Maybe he is also a member of the Yellow Seal Brotherhood. If I can get in touch with him personally, I might be able to complete the main task of investigating the Yellow Seal Brotherhood.
Qin Zhibo was thinking in his mind, and he raised his legs to walk over to strike up a conversation and shake hands, when a tall figure got there first.
This is a man with a gloomy face and a burly build. He is more than 2 meters tall, and his broad arms hold the custom-made suit square.
In front of ordinary people, his figure is really exaggerated. Even the chubby Billy Tuttle looks like a child in front of him.
Coupled with the sullen and expressionless face, it gives the impression of a solid statue.
"Hello, meet Walter Marsh, Jr."
Bill Tuttle obviously didn't recognize this person, and his face was slightly stunned. Perhaps he was frightened by the oppressive figure of the person in front of him, so he just nodded dully.
"Oh, Hello."
The two shook hands with each other, but in just one second, Bill Tuttle's face showed a very painful expression, his knees gradually softened, and he looked at his clenched right hand with a grin on his face.
It was obvious that Walter Marsh, Jr. had shaken his hand intentionally.
Five seconds later, Little Walter let go of his hand, turned around and left, leaving Tuttle, whose face was red from holding back, covering his hand like a wounded animal, watching Little Walter leave resentfully. His burly back dared not speak out in anger.
Seeing this scene, Qin Zhibo was a little surprised.
Walter Marsh Jr., the current head of STK Technology Company, was actually invited to this exhibition hall.
Judging from the handshake just now, Walter Marsh Jr. was somewhat hostile to Bill Tuttle for some unknown reason.
However, judging from the fact that Bill Tuttle was covering his right hand in pain, he probably won't be able to shake hands with others in the short term.
At this moment, the lights at the scene suddenly dimmed, grand background music sounded, and the staff on the stage began to introduce the blockbuster product released this time-"Cocoon".
"Next, please appreciate this next-generation game console 'Cocoon'."
"This cabin controls the five human senses, whether it is touch, smell, or pain. All the senses will make players feel as if they are in the real world."
"It stimulates the central nervous system through electricity and is completely harmless to the player's body..."
The staff introduced in fluent English, and a beautiful American lady on the stage personally demonstrated the entire process of entering the "Cocoon" game cabin.
Seeing this scene, Qin Zhibo was almost shocked.
Is there such explosive technology in this era?
When he first saw the shape of the game cabin, Qin Zhibo thought he just moved the computer screen into the closed cabin, made the sound and picture surround, and at most added some seat vibrations.
But after listening to these introductions, this is completely stealth!
Even VR technology 20 years from now will definitely not be so powerful!
With such an incredible level of technology, you still can’t develop a simple, practical and civilian-friendly smartphone?
I despise you!
Qin Zhibo was speechless about the weakness of mobile phones in this world. He thought it was just that the level of technology was not up to standard, but he didn't expect that the technology tree was crooked.
However, complaints are complaints, and Qin Zhibo is still looking forward to experiencing this new technology.
Next, the staff introduced the worldview structure and story designers of the game to everyone.
"Mr. Kudo Yusaku!"
There was grand and warm applause in the exhibition hall. Kudo Yusaku on the stage smiled and waved to everyone. Qin Zhibo was also stunned for a moment.
Kudo Yusaku is actually the designer of this game?
Now Qin Zhibo knew why Kudo Yusaku and Yukiko came to Boston. It turned out that they were also here to catch up.
Unexpectedly, I went around in a circle and "encountered" Kudo Yusaku here again.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
