The data processing factory of the third type of world, different from the hustle and bustle of the earth, is the ultimate quiet.
Every high-dimensional person who works here is as silent as the stars in the sky.
They are only responsible for sitting quietly in the nutrition cabin, wearing Unicom devices, and donating their brains as a tool for computing and screening.
The high-dimensional human brain is a wonderful combination of high functionality and low usage.
For example, the [Brain Invasion] factory aims to give it various emotions and stimuli by developing an edible brain. After it has been conceived and "mature", it will be sold at a high price to satisfy the appetite of high-dimensional people.
For example, the data waste treatment plant in the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties used the high-efficiency processing capabilities of the high-dimensional human brain.
Unicom equipment will flow all kinds of garbage fragments into the brain. After being reviewed by the powerful brain, they will be classified and put into their respective data bins.
The name of the workstation is "Hive".
The connected work stations are called "beehives".
Now, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties are one of the "worker bees" in the "Hive".
After pulling himself and Tang Song's family out of the quagmire of harsh contract terms with the wish of the winner, Yuan, Ming and Qing voluntarily applied and went to the data factory in the third world alone, and made a low-level data Garbage Sorter.
The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties at this time were no longer the same face in the game.
The face he used before, he knew too many people, it can be said to be well-known all over the world.
He is not good at work and not good at life.
So Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasty applied to the government to correct his appearance and gave him a brand new human face.
Fortunately, this is not inconsistent.
The human face is a popular peripheral of Gaowei recently.
After all, "Gravity" is a game that is popular all over the world. The climaxes and tides are repeated, and the final ending is also wonderful, which brings a strong sense of freshness to everyone.
Even though the game has now been suspended and closed, it has left a lingering aftertaste in Gaowei because of this sense of "retreat".
It's just whether there are really high-dimensional people behind the scenes, there are still different opinions in the high-dimensional people's forum.
This was originally the program team's own fault. To be safe, they stuffed the scheduled champions in the game, and also stuffed a bunch of private goods and assistants.
Now, if they don't take the initiative to cut off the contact with the copy of the earth, there must be some good people who will go to find out and see if there are people in the "Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties" and "Tang and Song Dynasties" on the earth.
As it happens, Jiang Fang may have realized his desire to decouple Gaowei from the earth.
Therefore, the program team finally decided to push the boat with the current, but this hidden trouble was solved, so as to save some respect for themselves.
Since the connection is broken, everything will be impossible to check.
Gaowei people talked lively for a few days, and then looked forward to what wonderful activities they could make in the next big game.
No one knows or cares about the true whereabouts of Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Since his wish contained a confidentiality clause, there were very few people who knew the true identity of Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, except for the central control system.
Just like the immediate team leaders of Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, they only know that this young man took the initiative to request that he be solely responsible for all the data garbage on a certain day during the operation of "Gravity".
You must know that the amount of data garbage generated by high-dimensionality is terrifying, and it takes a whole day to sort and process garbage in just ten seconds.
If he wanted that day, it was equivalent to giving his 71 years.
Today, the workers who sit in the same row of "beehives" as in the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties are as bored as ever.
Someone sat dozing off.
Some people stared at the pattern on the screw in the corner of the nutrition cabin in a daze.
Some people are thinking in their hearts what data meals will be distributed today.
Only Yuan Mingqing sifted through the images and audio-visual garbage at high speed, earnestly looking for his scattered friends.
He originally thought that Li Yinhang's wish to "revive all players" might bring him back to Tang and Song Dynasties.
When Yuan Mingqing returned to Gaowei and saw the empty game cabin beside him, it was a fluke.
Li Yinhang's wish is to send all the players back to the stadium on Earth.
-High-dimensional people will never leave a high-dimensional person for research and reference to the earth.
Since there are no shortcuts, he should be honest.
The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties were already beautiful and thin, but because of the extra effort in recent days, they have lost a lot of weight.
The day's work is over quickly.
After a boring day of work, everyone was as gray as death, unable to move a step, dragging their paces like zombies and marching in a neat line.
Only Yuan Mingqing, who was mixed in the team, had bright eyes and walked with wind.
The reason for this was that the three pieces in his palm belonged to Tang Song.
He has harvested a lot today and deserves a lot of fun.
Yuan Mingqing was not in a bad mood, but when he looked around, he saw a familiar face.
It is worth mentioning that among the workers in Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, there is also the director of "Universal Gravity".
Yuan, Ming and Qing staff members had no chance to meet the director.
But he came here on the same day as Yuan, Ming and Qing, or was forcibly sent here.
He struggled and shouted shamelessly, and betrayed his identity completely in the midst of Sven's destruction.
But the third world has its own laws.
The director, who is pampered in the first-class world and has the right to use all high-level food codes, resisted to no avail.
Since then, the director has a face like a concubine every day, eating sticky bean paste with them.
It has to be said that Yuan Mingqing felt that it was quite a meal when he saw his gloomy and gloomy face.
After the meal, a group of "worker bees" with white faces and blue lips swayed back to the lounge under the leadership of the foreman.
It is not so much a lounge, but a scruffy and narrow pigeon cage.
After coming to the lounge downstairs, they can officially disband.
A group of high-dimensional people went back to the house to rest, never awake.
There is also a group of high-dimensional people who go to grocery stores designed for their type.
Their daily work points can be redeemed for cheap code access.
These codes allow them to switch to 1 to 3 listening to cheap alcohol, switch to a few channels, or switch to a beautiful dream of living in the first and second worlds with delicious food and beauty.
The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties had their own big things to do.
He didn't go anywhere and went straight back to his hut.
The hut is only 8 square meters, square and square, only enough for the next locker and a small bed.
On the bed lay a handsome young man sleeping with his eyes closed.
… it’s easiest to put together looks.
The hard part is getting his memory back.
Yuan Mingqing held the three left fragments and merged them into his body.
His eyelashes moved slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties have been doing this kind of patchwork work for a long time, and they have learned to stop holding unnecessary hopes.
After all, it doesn't feel good to lose hope.
He stretched out his hand and teased Tang Song's eyelashes grandly.
Unlike other "worker bees", he spends his work points on entertainment equipment.
The friend he made up with his own hands is his best playmate.
Until Tang Song raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.
Yuan Mingqing trembled in his heart: "Do you recognize me?"
There was a trace of confusion in Tang Song's eyes, as if the person in front of him made him both familiar and unfamiliar.
Yuan, Ming and Qing snorted with self-deprecation.
... He knew that he couldn't hold his hope...
But just as the corners of his mouth curved up, he clearly heard Tang Song say, "Are you, my friend?"
Hearing this answer, Yuan Mingqing's body was shaken, excited for no reason, and he lost control of his emotions for a while, hugged Tang Song tightly, and sent himself into his arms without reservation.
His eyes were flushed with excitement, and he couldn't say anything. He just hugged and hugged again.
He finally got him back!
even if only a part-
However, the next development of things completely lost the control of Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.
His body was overturned by a huge force, and the back of his head was slammed on the bed.
At this time, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties were no longer high-quality players whose data had been specially optimized by the official in the game.
Tang Song's physical quality was better than his, and the values in his data fragments were still the top configuration in the game.
The windowless room was already depressing, and a man who was more than 1.8 meters tall was so tightly pressed under him that Yuan Mingqing couldn't even breathe for a while.
In the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, the brain was running at a high speed, but the calculation was fruitless.
He didn't know what kind of memory he gave to Tang Song.
Maybe those three fragments are his reproductive memory
Or maybe...
He was at a loss in his heart, and only felt that this situation seemed wrong, but it seemed...
owed him.
Just a moment of hesitation, the situation changed suddenly.
In the next second, Yuan Mingqing couldn't help but let out a painful cry, biting his fist tightly, and clenching his legs together, causing Tang Song to let out a groan of pain.
But a strong sense of guilt grabbed him before pain and shame.
Yuan Mingqing let go of the hand that was holding Tang Song's hair tightly, followed his neck, slowly stroked a few times, swallowed a drop of cold sweat seeping from his forehead, and reluctantly said in a low voice, "You slow down. … ah… slow down…”
Tang Song watched Yuan, Ming and Qing from top to bottom, and for some reason, blushed slightly.
Without a word, he stroked Yuan Mingqing's collarbone, the corners of his eyes, and his lips, as if he was remembering, and at the same time, he seemed to be making new memories with his heart.
But he soon discovered that Yuan Mingqing was shaking violently, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were pale.
He seemed to feel that he was taking advantage of others' danger, blinking, and reaching out in a panic to cover Yuan Mingqing's eyes.
At this time, Tang Song's memory was incomplete and his consciousness was ignorant, like a newborn beast.
He moved everything from his heart, but he also felt in general that he seemed to have done something wrong.
So he hurriedly hid his ears and steal the bell.
- Don't look at me.
This cover made Yuan Mingqing's heart soften.
He lifted his cold sweaty palm, gently covered it on Yuan Mingqing's palm, and patted it comfortably.
It doesn't matter.
do not worry.
Some noises were also heard next door, and the walls that were so thin with only a layer of polymer material were knocked on the side.
Bang bang, bang bang, beat the beat for them.
Listening to the coaxing whistle, Yuan Mingqing was so ashamed that he felt ashamed, almost fainted as if burned by fire, and the cold sweat of shame gurgled down the sides of his nose.
But because of his strong mental strength, he couldn't faint no matter what, he could only endure the strange rush of pleasure like a tidal wave, exerting force to tighten the pillow, and any fine beads of sweat on his forehead appeared under the illumination of a little snow-white ceiling light. Thin light.
Yuan Mingqing did not remember how he survived.
When he shed tears, Tang Song stopped, looked at him, kissed his tears gently, as if to coax him not to cry.
Yuan Mingqing's voice contained a trembling about to collapse: "What the hell are you thinking about?"
Tang Song's mind was mostly blank, but half of the content was Yuan, Ming and Qing.
Hearing him ask this question, Tang Song thought of a sentence: "The weather is not good."
- When Jiang Fang smashed Tang Song's knee with a shot, he was in bed to recover from his injuries, but his injuries worsened due to the bad weather.
This sentence was said by Yuan Mingqing to comfort him.
At that time, his body was in unbearable pain, and he was in a bad mood, so he ignored him.
Now, he can finally stick to Yuan Mingqing's ear and patiently answer: "As long as you are here, the weather is good."
He felt the people below him tremble, and he didn't say anything more, just wrapped his backhand tightly, as if embracing a lost and found treasure.
He had no choice but to return with a warmer hug.