The backpack was filled with small self-powered repair tools, a large number of components, and standard high-intensity light-screen films, all of which were ordered online and cost Xu Le more than 10,000 yuan. Fortunately, today's federal logistics industry is extremely developed, and these things are not controlled items, so there is no delay. He is going to repair the two finger touch screens that were broken last night. However, when he walked behind the screen of the terminal, he found that the fragments of the screen that he had carefully piled together... had disappeared.
Putting down the heavy backpack in surprise, Xu Le touched his head and climbed up the gangway at the mechanical leg to the operation cabin of the M prototype mecha. He was a little happy to find two finger touch screens at his hand. Excellent, he couldn't help but feel more grateful to Ewha University, but he didn't know that the two light screens were replaced by Butler Jin, who was in charge of cleaning and cleaning the H1 area.
Although the young master of the Tai family always had only this butler Jin, but in fact, this personal butler led five teams, with as many as 60 professionals, who specially provided all-round services for Tai Zhiyuan alone. It is too simple to replace two finger touch screens within the time limit.
Of course, Xu Le couldn't guess that he had been exposed to the light of a big man and enjoyed the highest level of logistical services in the Federation. At this time, he had already sat in the operation cabin and started the sixth-level practice, but he was very careful tonight. , consciously controlling the output intensity of that tremor or heat flow in the body...
It's amazing, it's really amazing, facing the faster and faster light and color blocks on the light screen, Xu Le's eyes didn't blink. All were engraved into his mind, but his mind moved. There seems to be a channel suddenly appeared in the muscles and nerves in the body, and the heat or trembling will follow that channel, faithfully and quickly transmit his thoughts to his fingertips, so as to quickly appear on the finger-touch screen. Move, enter one command after another.
But it's still embarrassing. The best score of 11.8 is 0.1 second higher than last night. Is this also an improvement? Xu Le, covered in sweat, sat limply in the cockpit chair. Sweat dripped down his wet black hair, his fingers trembled slightly from excessive exercise, and this trembling was purely an after-effect of exhaustion, not at all surprising.
Xu Le thoughtfully sat in the operation cabin on the belly of the mecha, constantly recalling the uncle's every move in the valley, and his fingers imitating the movements he had seen before. Suddenly, he stood up and looked from the side mecha mezzanine of the operation cabin, he couldn't help blowing a whistle. It seemed that there was still some difference between the drawing and the reality. Although those data cables and sensing devices are indeed under the protection of the mecha, there is no insulation control between them and the alloy mecha. Vaguely, Xu Le had a general understanding of Uncle Feng Yu's magical hands. How can the action of the mecha be controlled on the surface of the mecha-probably the kind of tremor in the body, which can leave the human body and form something like an electric current or data flow, and enter the mecha through the surface of the alloy mecha. data transmission line.
This is a whimsical idea. The human body is neither a generator nor a sensor. How could it be possible to communicate with the machine using current or data flow? But other than that, Xu Le really had no way to explain the abilities that the uncle had shown. Xu Le sat back in his chair, and fell into a long period of thinking. If he wanted to prove his conjecture, that the tremor in his body could be transformed into a wave of a fixed frequency band under certain circumstances, and even control the mecha, he had to Access to the top laboratories in the Commonwealth.
A year has passed, and the trembling in Xu Le's body that can suddenly burst out with great power has sneaked under his skin, no longer attracting attention, but turning into some kind of numb heat. Circling back and forth along a certain channel in his body... but this has little to do with him operating the touch screen. Unless he can get a mecha full-body induction console that has long been eliminated.
Xu Le wiped the sweat off his forehead and enjoyed the clean breeze that kept pouring in from around the console. It is said that today's M52 series is more comfortable to handle, but he is already satisfied. In the breeze, he looked at his slightly trembling hands in a trance. He didn't know how to release the heat in his body outside his skin, not to mention using this power to control the three major systems of the mecha. But no matter how dull a person is, at this time, they will know how mysterious and powerful the ten movements that the boss taught him back then. He stared blankly at his hand, and suddenly felt scared. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that I... will no longer be myself, but will become a machine, but I don't know if it is a killing machine or something else? But what about being afraid? That intense curiosity and thirst for the unknown still spurred him, constantly groping for himself on this road without a teacher, completely forgetting his original intention of just repairing the mecha, and becoming more and more immersed in the mecha and himself. The two never-ending confines of the body.
What did the uncle boss mean when he said the first machine
Weary but full of energy, Xu Le walked out of the room, and a whole new world had opened in front of him. His mind was filled with excitement that didn't match his physical exhaustion. In the face of this magical and unknown world, some people may be afraid, some people will avoid it, but perhaps not happy, he is just eagerly waiting for what may happen in the future.
The door of the opposite room was still tightly closed, and the H1 area with excellent sound insulation was quiet. Only the green light next to the door indicated that there was someone inside. From the hot coffee and spoiled biscuits in the lounge, Xu Le knew that the "companion" who did not know his name at this time was the same person from last night. He looked at the door curiously, thinking that it was already so late at this time, besides himself, who else could not sleep for two consecutive nights? I am because my mind is always occupied by strange and incomprehensible things. What about the people inside
The cooing stomach reminded him that he was in a state of extreme hunger. Xu Le walked into the lounge with a bitter face, devoured his share of soy milk and fried dough sticks, and then began to look at the soy milk and fried dough sticks that were originally brought to that person with green eyes. At this time, Xu Le had confirmed that every time he used the trembling power in his body, he would fall into a state of hunger. This was the case when he broke the plastic rope and escaped in Donglin District, and the same was true for the practice in the doorman every night... especially After two nights of repetitive and boring high-intensity exercises in H1, his spirit was stretched to the extreme, and his hunger reached an unprecedented level. This soy milk and fried dough sticks really could not fill his stomach.
He muttered something in a low voice, as if to apologise to the air, then picked up a piece of oil cake like lightning and swallowed it. But still not satisfied... He stared at the small amount of food on the table with some contentment, pursed his lips, grinned a little embarrassedly, and quietly picked up the cup of coffee.
The coffee was gone, the caviar was still there, and the man with no taste really came. Tai Zhiyuan, who was covered in sweat, stared at the table in the rest room with an unhappy expression, and saw the soy milk in the paper bag and a piece of greasy stuff that looked very headache. He picked up the piece of paper and saw another handwriting left on it.
"I'm sorry, I'm running out of food today, and I'm really hungry, so I only left you a piece of oil cake and drank your coffee... But it seems that you've been insomnia lately, so you should drink less coffee. A little good. Haha."
Tai Zhiyuan looked at the last two words on the note, and a smirking face seemed to flash in front of him. He should have been angry, but instead he smiled bitterly for some reason.
Tai Zhiyuan took out the soy milk and oil cakes from the paper bag, and suddenly he was a little ecstatic - if you want to be unfavorable to yourself, you may put ordinary food for 20 days in a row, and randomly choose one day to put poison, as long as you can make yourself Losing vigilance, what can't those people do? He silently looked at the soy milk and the thing called oil cake in his hand, and a fierce look suddenly flashed on his face, as if he had decided to take the most dangerous gamble in his life.
He frowned like drinking poison and drank the soy milk, then he nibbled on the oil cake, then sat on the chair in the lounge for a long time, and after a long time he said softly to himself: " Oil cakes? The taste seems to be okay."
Suddenly, Tai Zhiyuan lost interest in his favorite caviar, and a gentle light flashed in his eyes. After thinking for a while, he picked up a pen and wrote his reply on the piece of paper.
"Stingy."
After doing this act, which he felt extremely naive, Tai Zhiyuan subconsciously walked into the room and began to call up Xu Le's training data to watch. Even he didn't know why he was so interested in the intruder. Unsurprisingly, the persistence time for the sixth level was still more than eleven seconds. Tai Zhiyuan thought that this is really an idiot. When he was about to turn around and leave, his brows were wrinkled, and he always felt that The rows of data always seem to have some inconsistencies.
"Master, the results of the first hospital's analysis have come out." Butler Jin looked at Tai Zhiyuan with some worry. He was in charge of cleaning up the H1 area. Naturally, he knew the handwriting left on the white paper, but he didn't dare to move without the permission of the young master. He lowered his head and reported: "The laboratory over there believes that these data are forged after identification."
"Forgery?" Tai Zhiyuan turned off the TV screen on the wall, his brows furrowed, and he didn't understand what was going on. It was obviously the training data of that idiot. Draw a bogus conclusion