Ten o'clock at night, central area, Cecil Laboratory, Third Assembly Department.
Qin Qianbai placed the last prototype glass crystal cannon on the workbench and said hello to the project manager.
"it is done."
"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Qin Qianbai." The male supervisor in white gave her an OK gesture, "I will supervise the last experiment today, and we will wait until tomorrow for the next improvement."
Qin Qianbai nodded and looked at the huge humanoid being assembled in the distance.
It was a scene that could almost be described as "horror". The pale green biochemical body was fixed in a vast space, like the corpse of a giant after being executed. The neural structure under the translucent skin is being connected to the external electronic channel. The super alloy armor is suspended in the air by the mechanical arm. It will be welded to the body as soon as the basic project is completed to become an artificial machine god. The first layer of weapons.
This scene is weird and disgusting, and it looks like an evil sacrifice from a new religion. But Qin Qianbai knew the truth behind this horrifying scene: this was actually "dressing" the machine god's body. That lump of body has almost no intelligence, let alone instinct, and is much safer than the water-purifying flesh wall of a sewage treatment plant.
"Will the weapons of Unit 3 be ready for testing tomorrow?"
"I don't think it will go so smoothly, because the first item that needs to be tested is not the actual combat power, but whether the weapons can be put into use normally. If Mr. John's ability still cannot be triggered smoothly, then the weapons of the No. 3 machine may need to be redesigned Already."
Qin Qianbai observed the expression of the researcher in white.
"You look happy, Shigure Tsuichi."
"I speculate that I loved scientific research before I lost my memory, and being able to participate in such a wonderful project is a pleasure for any researcher."
Shigure Genya's clone said with a smile similar to his father's.
"Then, regarding your previous application, please follow me."
He led Qin Qianbai through several secret doors, entered the secret room inside the third assembly department, and opened a locker. A long glaze-colored knife was inserted upside down in the cabinet, and the blade was bound by several chains, resembling an evil thing that was sealed in literary and artistic creations.
"A good knife." Qin Qianbai said.
"This is a trial-type psychic weapon, [Wanhua] 1.0, which is based on the inactivated derivatives of the Konghua Realm as the core and relies on the artificial materials of the Qixian Method as auxiliary materials."
"Can you change your name?"
Shigure finally explained seriously: "This is obtained by Dr. Cecil. If you pass the subsequent stability tests, the doctor will issue you a license for use, and then you can Give the knife a new name."
"That's it." Qin Qianbai thought for a moment, "Psychic weapons are equipment that can only be used by impermanent magicians above the realm of clarity. However, this time's sword and last time's mask..."
It seems she can use it normally.
Obviously, she is not an impermanent magic user, but a person with super powers.
"I'm very sorry, this is a forbidden matter." Shigure finally said, "Please don't reveal it to Brother Gongsun. The doctor said that he thinks too much and it will make everyone very troubled."
"It's not a good thing to be too smart. See you tomorrow, Shigure."
After completing his part-time job, Qin Qianbai left simply.
Shigure finally brewed two cups of black coffee and walked out the door with the cups in hand. When he raised his eyes, he saw a one-armed man in a white turban limping past surrounded by people in white coats. He held a steel plate in his hand and muttered: "In blacksmithing, a single rib will not work. Just For an alloy like the one you made, you can't just put it in with a fixed defense concept, but you also have to consider situations where it can withstand special attacks..."
The people in white coats hurriedly took out their notebooks and took handwritten notes, like apprentices listening to the teacher's lectures. Further away, a group of old men and women were busy working, weaving and forging iron with the help of apprentices in white coats. These middle-aged and elderly craftsmen are either wearing iron armor, have long hair all over their bodies, or have two heads on their necks. At first glance, they look human-like. Their clothes all have a very strong...Ling Island local style.
Derivatives of the Konghua Realm
The properties of (glazed crystals) are so special that it is basically impossible to process them stably with the current technological level alone. Therefore, before making crystal weapons, you must rely on a small number of superpowers to adjust the materials before they can work. Qin Qianbai worked for two hours, and the materials he adjusted were enough for the white coats to work on for two or three days. And the specific application is even more delicate. The people in white coats simply learned from Lingdao's craftsmanship this time and hired experts to make it entirely by hand. This is why Dad Ta Tao led a group of old guys from Lingdao. He came to the capital of the sky and continued to shine as a traditional craftsman in the 21st century.
"Oh, Shigure Suichi." Father Taotao saw Suichi and stopped, "Have you seen the sword?"
"Miss Qin Qianbai said, "It's a good knife." ” Always convey the evaluation faithfully.
"Okay! It's easy to give her a knife. She is straight-tempered and knows what she wants." Dad Ta Tao was very satisfied with the answer. He praised him a few times and his face became stinky again, "That Western boy is different! Even If he doesn’t know what he wants, how can he build a weapon? Let me tell you, he can’t figure it out on his own, and you can’t find anything suitable for him even if you find a hundred craftsmen!”
Shigure finally comforted the old man with a few words, walked out of the bustling assembly factory with hot coffee, and walked towards the lounge.
·
Zushou sat beside the single bed, looking in a trance.
He had just woken up from the dream. For a while, he thought he was still at the headquarters of Deathwing. After a while, subordinates would knock on the door and report the situation to him. Until there was a knock on the door, a young man who was so calm and almost indifferent stood by the door, holding two cups of coffee in his hand.
"Shigure Shiguichi," Kusuzu said hoarsely.
"Good evening, John Garcia." He finally handed him a cup of coffee and stood like a javelin, "Are you still thinking about that dream?"
John had a dream a few days ago. In the dream, there was a young man dressed strangely chatting with him, with an expression on his face that seemed both pity and cruelty.
[You have had a hard time these years because of the strength I gave you. 】
The skull was surprised at first, then angry.
Why do you want to give me such power? Why should you choose me?
[Destiny made a choice. Destiny has woven power into your wings, and destiny has chosen you among 6.6 billion people. 】
Incredibly, John understood his mysterious words at that time.
Are they all random? Boneshead asked. The power of randomness? Random pick?
Am I the one with the worst luck?
【Everything is impermanent. 】
***Asshole.
【Unfair fate. 】
Are you here to laugh at me?
The young man just looked at him calmly.
[Child, you have suffered a lot, so you understand the unchanging principles in this cruel world. You should figure out what you really want. 】
[Destiny never comes to rescue because of suffering, but only lends a helping hand because of good deeds. 】
The dream ended here, leaving the skull unforgettable. He found that he was extremely impulsive in his dream, without any sense at all, like a stupid child.
But what really made him confused was another thing, the truth he only learned from his old enemy yesterday.
"Mr. John, are you okay?" Shigure finally asked.
"I'm not good," John said hoarsely, "I just recently realized that I never knew my brother."
"Family relationships are always difficult to deal with." Shigure finally felt the same. "My brothers and sisters often quarrel, and I need to call to mediate for them from time to time."
Gushou couldn't help but laugh. He realized that this person completely misunderstood his intention.
"My first brother, the brother who started the organization with me from scratch, was Morton's undercover."
Shigure finally took a sip of coffee and said very understandingly: "There will always be such a thing... My father was also a high-level executive of Zero Island. He and my eldest brother and sister had a big fight not long ago and ended up dying. . Although I have forgotten the memory of getting along with him, I can deduce based on this record: It is always difficult to maintain family relationships with official personnel."
Kushou looked at him like he was looking at a malfunctioning humanoid automatic answering machine.
Shigure finally remembered the records in the book. The most important thing when communicating with others is empathy, and it is necessary to show "I can understand your feelings." In order to enhance his persuasion, he said emotionally: "I am also a clone of my father. So please believe me, I can completely understand your distress about the conflict between family and work."
Sushou closed his eyes, and for the first time in his life, he felt that Badman was a pretty smart guy. He decisively changed the subject and said tiredly, "I have a private commission."
"Please say."
"A tool to break the contract of impermanence. Use it voluntarily. The contract was signed three years ago. The person who provided the contract was from Hezhong. The specific terms and restrictions are unknown. The performance of the contract cannot describe the content of the contract, and it cannot reveal the secret to others."
"I suggest you go to Brother Reiichi to make a deal." Shigure finally gave his own suggestion, "This is the fastest and most effective way."
The dead head shook his head: "Shigurei will definitely retaliate. I almost killed his woman, and he will never help me."
Shigure finally imitated his brother's thinking mode and believed that this judgment was correct: Brother Reiichi was showing mercy by not killing him, and it was absolutely impossible for him to help John.
"I can try to make a one-time telepathic weapon." Shigure finally thought thoughtfully, "The carrier uses sister Ayasan's sword, and the telepathy uses brother Lingo's music. The imaginary object is to show peak power. According to Brute force cracking of the common contract forms and clauses in Usters... This is not difficult, I can complete it in my spare time after work, and it takes about two days."
"Suggest your price."
Shigure finally fiddled with his monocle and said, "I don't care about money or fame. I can get the satisfaction I need in the process of designing weapons, so I don't need remuneration. You can put whatever you think Give me whatever is appropriate, if it will satisfy you."
Shigure finally drank up his coffee and left with the empty cup. Kushou stared at his back, thinking that everyone in the Shigure family was a freak. But maybe they are doing well now, because these people already know what they want.
And what about him? The skull asked himself. What does he really want?
He couldn't tell, just as at a loss in front of the young man. Time has passed for a long time, and now John Garcia has even left Deathwing and came to the official camp he hated most in the past. But he always felt that he was still stuck in the past...
He was still the same bastard who was full of hatred and wanted to compete with his brothers.
·
Cangshou District, government building.
It was time to get off work long ago, and most of the seats in the office of the Ceremony Hall were empty. The handover date is coming soon. This time it is not as chaotic as three years ago. Everything is done in an orderly manner. The agents have taken over most of the work, and An Yushi does not need to work as hard as in the past.
Li Jun put down the case file at hand, carefully checked the recent information, and asked, "Has this disappearance case been investigated?"
"The agent reported it, Brother Jun." There was an indescribable weirdness in the subordinate's report, "Several things were mixed together. First of all, Optical Core recently switched to using text messages to send invitations. Newcomers who received text messages passed Spatial Ability went to a closed training camp, and everyone laughed like a fool; secondly, Deathwing, which Badman took over, has been recruiting new people in the past two days, and abducted a group of young guys to use coercion and inducement to join the group; finally, Yun Yinglang I stole an invisibility cloak and was seen when I was trying it out..."
"Okay! Such a mysterious figure?" Li Jun said with a smile.
"Isn't that right! The agents discussed that they should be released first, and then they could be picked up after the change."
"Okay, it will be handed over the day after tomorrow anyway, so we can't control it anymore."
Li Jun calmed down and opened the office window to get some air.
Summer is here and the night breeze is refreshing. In the dark night, the sky city is brightly lit, and on the bright streets in the distance, energetic boys and girls are laughing and playing, enjoying their youth. They still cherish their own troubles, think about friendship and love, and worry about the future. But this
Summer nights are so beautiful that young people once put aside their worries and enjoy ordinary life.
Even if there are mistakes, there is still time to recover, because everything has just begun.
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Gongsun Ce returned to the apartment after a tiring day, Qin Qianbai was still on the way home, and Qiluo was playing games at home. Coincidentally, they once again struggled with their romance in their free time.
Reiichi Shigure was watching TV with Caldesia, and he had a CD in his pocket, but he didn't think about his friend's instructions at all, and even if he felt inconsistent, he was rushed away very quickly.
Chen Bao returned home angrily and made a new revenge plan. She struggled for a while before choosing her next target. Badman and Shigure Ringo fell asleep after a fight. John took off his mask before falling asleep and stared at the ferocious skeleton.
Chi Zijing had already fallen asleep. He turned over on the bed, his snoring mixed with the happy humming of a pig.
The doctor had just finished washing and blow-drying his hair. She walked into the bedroom and saw Ayane sitting by the bed.
"It's okay, Ayane." The doctor smiled, "It's just a small matter."
Ayane also smiled at her.
The doctor lay down on the bed and turned out the light. Ayane got into bed and lay face to face with her.
"What's wrong, Ayane?"
"Go to sleep, Maho-chan."
Ayane hugged her gently, his thin body pressed tightly against hers, and his lips lightly touched her forehead.
"When you wake up, everything will be over."
Fatigue and sleepiness suddenly occupied the doctor's brain. She closed her eyes in a daze, feeling that something was not right. Ayane's voice sounds different, it seems to have become mature, and it sounds as sweet as honey...
With a poison that is almost hallucinatory.
The doctor suddenly felt panicked, as if something terrible was about to happen, but she couldn't react and couldn't do anything.
There was only a bright red in her eyes, as red as blood.
The red color led her into a long dream, into a memory that she never wanted to be reminded of.
