Song Ziyu came to Xihe Square and had a conversation with Xihe again after a few months.
"Song Ziyu, this plane exploration work has been completed very well. I am very satisfied. To commend you, I will give you a reward." Xihe's voice came into Song Ziyu's head.
"Stop talking about these vain things."
Song Ziyu said angrily: "Tell me, give me the coordinates of my own plane, I want to go home."
Hearing Song Ziyu's words, Xihe said: "I'm afraid I won't be able to solve this for you in the short term. After all, I haven't found the lost plane coordinates yet."
"Humph, then any other reward you give me will be useless." Song Ziyu said.
"That's not necessarily the case. Don't talk too much!" Xi He said firmly: "You will definitely be very satisfied with the reward I have prepared for you."
While talking, a man walked in.
The man wore a yellow jacket and black breeches, looking like a Western cowboy.
The man had a cigarette dangling from his chiselled face.
"Afa!"
Song Ziyu saw an expression of surprise on the man's face.
"Hey kid, we meet again."
Ah Fa greeted Song Ziyu familiarly, and then sighed: "How long have I been sleeping? Why have you become so vicissitudes of life? What have you experienced during this time?"
Feeling Ah Fa's usual tone and familiar expression, Song Ziyu felt a sore nose for no reason.
Why do I have special feelings for this guy Afa? It's because this guy is one of the few witnesses who can penetrate all my experiences.
The moment I saw Ah Fa, all the past memories came to my mind like a tide.
Suddenly, it seems that there is a voice deep in Song Ziyu's heart asking himself, if you were given a chance to choose, would you give up the time-travel bracelet?
"Hey kid, did you get sand in your eyes? Why are you crying?"
Ah Fa said in a relaxed tone: "Didn't I come back with my beard and tail intact?"
Song Ziyu wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Look at how excited I am...are your injuries healed?"
Ah Fa moved his hands, and then said: "Don't worry, I'm fine! My strength is still improving!"
"That's great, I can fight alongside you again!"
Song Ziyu held Afa's hand.
At this time, Xi He interrupted Song Ziyu's reminiscing: "How about it, do you still like this gift?"
"Not bad." Song Ziyu said.
Song Ziyu didn't notice that Xi He began to express emotions in his way of talking, and used rhetorical and questioning methods more often, which had never happened before!
Song Ziyu didn't know that because of himself, Xi He, who was on the verge of resource exhaustion, found a new plundering ground and obtained a large amount of resources!
These resources helped Xihe complete a new algorithm upgrade, making its core more "anthropomorphic".
Of course, Xi He's upgrade of these attributes is definitely not to cater to Song Ziyu or others. As a liberated artificial intelligence, Xi He's upgrade of this ability must have a more important role.
"Afa's return is just about the settlement of the rewards for the previous mission. Now, I will give you an army and let them escort your dimension development business!"
Xihe's voice was full of charisma.
"Army? What army?" Song Ziyu was stunned when he heard this.
What responded to Song Ziyu were dozens of silver-white metal warriors filing in!
Each of these metal armors is as tall as Song Ziyu. Just from the back view, they are completely replicas of Song Ziyu's body.
Song Ziyu looked at these silver-white soldiers with concentration, and his temples couldn't help feeling a little swollen and painful. This was because he sensed the threat.
It is hard to imagine that these mass-produced silver-white warriors can actually intimidate themselves. It is incredible.
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Taking a closer look at these silver-white warriors, we found that they all have one common feature, that is, they have no faces. ..net
"Why don't these guys show shame?" Song Ziyu asked curiously: "Is it because the funds are not enough?"
"Don't worry about these trivial things. Whether you have a face or not has no impact at all on the battle sequences of these new generations." Xihe responded.
"So what are they called?"
Song Ziyu asked.
Xihe said: "They only have serial numbers and have not been named yet. If you are interested, you can consider naming these guys."
Song Ziyu heard this and said: "Since they all have no faces, let's call them the Faceless Men Legion... By the way, how many faceless men are there in this batch?"
"The initial output is only forty. If you want to get more, you need to provide more resources."
Xihe said.
"What are you doing with all these resources?"
Song Ziyu couldn't help but ask.
Xihe replied: "The plane war with Panzu is very cruel! I need resources to support this war."
"So those dilapidated planes were all caused by your plunder?" Song Ziyu said sharply.
"Revolution will definitely involve bloodshed and sacrifice. Plane war cannot be without cost. If you want to protect the last lifeline of mankind, you must make a choice!" Xihe's voice became sharp.
Song Ziyu's heart tightened when he heard this, and then said: "I understand."
After ending the unpleasant exchange with Xihe, Song Ziyu left Xihe Square with the forty faceless men.
When passing by the nearby matrix management area, Song Ziyu inadvertently passed by a scientific researcher who was holding documents and immersed in organizing work. The documents in the hands of the scientific researcher were scattered on the floor.
"I'm sorry...is it you?" Song Ziyu quickly buried her head in preparation to help, but unexpectedly realized that she was an acquaintance.
Isn't this female researcher who was hit by him the Dr. Qiong that he was ordered to bring back from the D078 plane?
"Hello, Dr. Joan."
Song Ziyu took the initiative to say hello.
I don’t think Dr. Joan has any idea of talking!
Dr. Qiong looked around a few times warily, and then knocked down Song Ziyu's outstretched hand.
"Watch the road when you walk from now on!" Dr. Qiong finished his sentence and walked away.
Song Ziyu squinted her eyes and watched Dr. Qiong go away, then she slowly got up and boarded the waiting maglev train.
After returning to his residence, Song Ziyu dismissed everyone, then turned up the music in the entire room to the maximum, and finally took out the directional jamming instrument given to him by Zhou Shiyuan.
After turning on the directional interference instrument and ensuring that the space he was in was completely shielded, Song Ziyu slowly took out a small folded piece of paper from his palm.
This small note was stuffed into Dr. Qiong's hand when she was helping him up.
Unfold the small piece of paper, and there is a line of crooked small words written on it with a hard pen: Don't trust Xihe! Any time!
