In a comic book club, a large number of tool workers are drawing detailed electronic albums according to the set plot and the main creator's sketches, and then send them to the modeling team for modeling based on the programs that have been set long ago.
After the modeling is completed, a large number of renderings are performed, and the overall plot can be uploaded to the website. Readers can choose the perspective according to their own preferences and experience the entire plot immersively.
Often the same plot will have different experiences if viewed from different angles.
It greatly extends the life and viewability of a work.
It can also be regarded as an alternative official forced-to-death fanfic.
In the workroom, everything looks in order.
But deep inside the comic club, there was a group of people gathered together.
They were waiting for a certain result in front of a small computer modified from the government's scrapped quantum computer.
The computer screen flashed with rapidly calculating data messages.
Then faces and pictures were printed out one after another.
"Ten thousand, four hundred and seventy-five... There are already so many people, and it's not over yet... How many people have they killed, bastard! How many people have they killed?" With a boom, a dye The red-haired young man punched the alloy wall hard, leaving a fist mark on the wall.
One of the two men who were in charge of controlling the quantum computer said without looking back: "Shigeto! This is just the living-like factory data we stole, not necessarily all of it was transported to Toho City..."
Before he finished speaking, a fair-skinned girl with long black hair and a school uniform asked with a black-sheathed sword in her hand: "Have you done a facial comparison? Are these people from Dongho City? Are they settled or traveling?"
Another man operating the quantum computer said, "It's already being done! The matching degree is over 95%, which should indeed be the number of people who died at once this time."
"It seems that this time, the government's actions are very big. It is very likely that there will be a strong earthquake on the entire island next, and a considerable number of people will 'die' in the earthquake. By creating natural disasters, we will prepare for the next The burden of calculating the life trajectory of a living body is reduced.”
The fair-skinned girl said: "Can you find a way to expose it?"
The man shook his head and said: "Impossible! The government's information control is very strict. All information disseminated will be filtered in the government's core database first. All comments that are not conducive to the government's rule will be sealed to varying degrees according to the threat level. Delay, reduce the popularity or deliberately ignore it. It is impossible for our exposure video to fall into the eyes of ordinary citizens."
"Where's the radio station set up?"
"Antique message transmission, not through satellite signals." In the room, an old man wearing an old suit, with neatly combed white hair and a beard asked.
"That's okay, but there are too few people who still listen to the radio, and the radio information is difficult to hide. As long as you choose to send a message, your stronghold will be exposed, and someone may even die." The man controlling the quantum computer said.
The old man with a beard stood up at this time and said, "Then let me do it!"
"I still have a set of old-fashioned radio equipment left by my grandfather at home. I have repaired it a long time ago. I usually chat and have some listeners."
"In order not to cause trouble to everyone, I will inject blood coagulant in advance. Within half an hour after starting the broadcast, my old bones will get blood clots and die."
"No! Grandpa Miyazaki! You can't do this. You are the leader of our organization. Without your guidance, we would not be able to get where we are today!" The young people in the room all objected.
But the old man shook his head and said: "Someone has to do this, and those who die cannot die without a sound. I am a useless person. I was obsessed with drawing cartoons in the first half of my life, but I achieved nothing. When I get old, I’m also alone, and it’s rare that I get to know you kids.”
"Now...let Grandpa Miyazaki do what he likes to do again."
"please!"
After speaking, Grandpa Miyazaki bowed heavily to these young people.
The black-haired girl held the knife and said expressionlessly: "Okay! I'll leave it to you! We will prepare three unmanned radio stations and use pre-prepared recordings and broadcasts to distract the government. Grandpa Miyazaki, your The radio station will broadcast live in the RV. We will plan the mobile routes first and extend the broadcast time as long as possible to let more people know the truth."
"No matter how slim the hope, we cannot give up."
"This is not for us, but for those who will die forever, cannot speak, and are even insulted by some dirty industrial products." At this point, Kurokawa tightened his grip on the handle of the knife in his hand.
The next step is to make a plan.
Everyone has passion and belief in their eyes.
Once the plan is drawn up, execution begins.
After everyone went to work, Grandpa Miyazaki dragged the girl to a corner alone.
"We can't continue like this!"
"Always hiding in the corner, you will never be able to face off against those scary guys."
"We must find opportunities to stand up and raise the flag. Call on more people to join us."
"I'm sorry Kurokawa! It was my cowardice that affected you, and now... I hope that my death can bring new vitality to the Dawn Society."
"I have chosen a new leader for you, Kurokawa! If you feel that you cannot support him, you can try to contact him." Grandpa Miyazaki said, handing a note to the black-haired girl.
The black-haired girl took the note, then silently memorized the address on it, and then held it in her hand.
"Don't be afraid of setbacks!"
"Don't be afraid of failure and sacrifice. Any great cause that fights darkness will definitely be accompanied by despair."
"But never stop, even if you step on thorns with bare feet, you must run fast, letting the blood spill through the jungle, attracting the attention of jackals and the peeks of tigers and leopards."
"Kurokawa! This is a sentence that I left in the comics when I was young. I used to think it was childish, even immature and absurd. But now I give this sentence to you. The world belongs to young people. , rather than belonging to the elderly. Maturity in old age will eventually lose to those who are not cautious and strict in immaturity."
Grandpa Miyazaki waved his hand, then turned around, adjusting the corners of his somewhat worn suit and the tie around his neck.
Then he walked out of the comic club.
One day later, a war without gunpowder quietly started.
At the same time, Chu Yuanxiao was listening to the radio station with his mother and sister.
Although this is a very old way of entertainment.
But they grew up with such a 'crude' entertainment method.
All the information about the non-existent motherland and the forgotten civilizations only reached their ears through small radio stations after many twists and turns.
"Bah...baah!"
"Welcome everyone to continue listening, this is Menji Radio, and I am your anchor, Grandpa Miyazaki!"
