Because the "Pangu Biology" has not given further orders, the "Old Tune Team" can only choose to rest and recuperate, just take a break from the busy.
They read books, study modules, or pass the time with old-world entertainment materials until the night is deep and it becomes quiet outside.
After several members of the "Old Tune Group" went back to their rooms to rest, the living room was completely empty and dark.
The slight light light shining from the window makes things here faintly visible, highlighting a group of unclear outlines.
While the moon was moving slowly, in the empty living room, the portable tape recorder on the table suddenly made a sudden movement.
It was like someone was waking up at this moment.
In an instant, this appliance played a stored piece of content by itself:
"So, we need to remember ......."
The slightly magnetic male voice echoed gently, and the zizzi sound in the background suddenly became obvious.
It is like noise, overshadowing the sentence and making the corresponding content appear extremely blurry.
"Shh......
"Shh......
"Shh ......"
In the movement of Zizi, the child's voice gradually became louder.
After an instant, everything returned to calm, and the portable tape recorder was still in place, no different from before.
Early the next morning.
"What are you thinking?" Jiang Baimian looked at Shang Jianyao, who was in a daze facing food, and asked suspiciously.
Isn't the biggest food in the world?
Shang Jianyao looked emotional:
"I dreamed of Xiao Chong.
Without waiting for Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and others to respond, he said to himself:
"This means that we have to go to him today and play games with him."
"Hey, your focus is on the last half of the sentence, right?" Jiang Baimian asked angrily and amusedly.
She thought about it for a moment and made a decision:
"It's okay anyway, so let's go."
This is the trump card of the "old tune group" in the original city, and if there is a chance to pull the relationship, it must not be let go.
Moreover, Xiao Chong always looks like a child, and he has no relatives, leaving only some "followers", looking lonely and uncared for.
…………
Red Giant Wolf District, 19 Rosta Street, "Hand of Order" headquarters.
Major Dukas, who was notified by phone, drove through the gate.
He didn't know why he was summoned, but since his boss had given the order, he could only choose to obey.
While walking, Ducasse looked at the "Hand of Order" members around him and shook his head from time to time.
"This is too thin."
"That physique is okay, but it lacks enough muscles."
"This muscle is dead at first glance, the exercise method is improper, and only the appearance is ......"
In a silent mutter, Ducasse bypassed the "Hand of Order" building and came to the back garden.
As soon as he walked through the glass-covered corridor and arrived at a corner of flowers, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
He was no longer in the garden, but came to a place with many open rooms.
The decoration here is luxurious, the style is extravagant, and it is not a low-end place at first glance.
"The noble box in the highest gladiatorial arena?" Dukas glanced left and right a few times, and made a judgment in his heart.
Looking around, he also saw figures.
These figures were well-dressed and accompanied by attendants, all of whom were nobles with names and surnames in the city at the beginning.
They sat or stood, communicated with each other, or looked down, and were no different from real people.
At this moment, with Ducasse's mind, he couldn't help but suspect that the "Hand of Order" building, courtyard, and garden he had seen before were illusions.
In the midst of the figures, Ducasse turned his gaze to the three men and women in the side room.
Two of them were nobles, and the remaining gray earth man was both a servant and a bodyguard.
At a glance, Ducasse suddenly felt that the two nobles looked very familiar:
The male among them had brown hair, deep eye sockets, three-dimensional contours, masculine temperament, and good looks, while the female belonged to the Axon people, with blue eyes, slightly curly long hair, and a little rough skin.
Just as Ducasse recalled where he had met the two nobles, they communicated with each other.
"Ducasse didn't come." The first to speak was the male nobleman.
The female nobleman nodded:
"Cassirer didn't come either. They are officers of the City Defense Force, not Phocas' personal bodyguards, and it is impossible to follow them at any time."
"Why, do you want to use your current appearance to wrestle with him?"
Hearing this, Dukas's brows moved slightly and he remembered something.
In the next second, the male nobleman looked at the gladiatorial arena below and said seriously:
"No, I want him to wrestle with you now.
"If he doesn't recognize you, he will feel that he has lost to women twice in a row, and he will definitely be greatly hit, and he will no longer be superstitious about muscles and look down on women whose muscles are not so exaggerated."
The blood vessels in the forehead corner of "......" Dukas throbbed uncontrollably.
His face almost turned red, and he felt like he was about to die socially.
Suddenly, a slightly old male voice sounded in his ears:
"You should know them.
"Tell me their original identity."
…………
The "Old Tune Team" took some ingredients and knocked on the door of the apartment rented by Xiao Chong again.
"You are here." Xiao Chong greeted happily, but did not move his buttocks, still facing the computer.
His attitude seemed closer than before, and he had the meaning of treating the "old tune group" as his own.
"What are you playing?" Shang Jianyao looked over as he entered the house.
"The one from last time." Xiao Chong shouted, "Didn't you say that you want to bring your own computer and play with me this time?"
"Can't wait." Shang Jianyao smiled and took off his tactical backpack.
Xiao Chong thought for a while and said:
"Then I'll play here first."
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian greeted Long Yuehong and Bai Chen and asked them to give them a hand and prepare lunch.
Gnawa was idle, so he leaned in front of Xiao Chong's computer and observed.
After a few minutes, he expressed his opinion:
"There is a problem with the intelligence of this game, several choices are not the best, there may be a flaw in the algorithm......
"If you are wrong like this, something will go wrong......"
Long Yuehong on the edge of the kitchen heard this, and her heart suddenly chuckled:
Lao Ge, it's wrong for you to do this! Aren't you laughing at Xiao Chong's addiction to food, and even the artificial intelligence retarded can play with him back and forth?
Be careful he is angry!
After listening to Gnava's words, Xiao Chong didn't care about responding, and thought about changing the layout.
After a while, he cheered:
"Finally won!"
He quickly turned his head sideways and looked at Gnava:
"You are so amazing! Teach me more later."
"You are opening a plug-in!" Shang Jianyao protested, "How can you use real artificial intelligence to assist in playing games?"
While talking and laughing, it was noon, and Shang Jianyao and Xiao Chong reluctantly left the computer and sat down at the dining table.
"Where's the sleeping cat?" Shang Jianyao looked around and asked.
Xiao Chong picked up the chopsticks and replied casually:
"I'm going to the north bank of the Red River, find my horse, and take a walk."
Speaking of this, he seemed to finally remember something:
"By the way, if you record Wu Meng's voice, you have to pay attention."
"Why?" Long Yuehong suddenly became vigilant.
Xiao Chong swallowed his saliva and said:
"Use electronic devices to store the power he left behind, if he detects it, he can sense where it is, and can control it to a certain extent, ignoring the distance."
This...... Jiang Baimian set his sights on Shang Jianyao.
Shang Jianyao picked up his tactical backpack and took out the portable tape recorder.
"We exist here, is there no problem?" Long Yuehong asked before Shang Jianyao.
"Yes." Xiao Chong replied honestly.
Long Yuehong's expression was dull, and when Bai Chen and Jiang Baimian looked solemn, Xiao Chong said to himself:
"It started quietly last night, but I stopped it."
Uh, what Xiao Chong means is, he can do it too? Jiang Baimian nodded very little.
Shang Jianyao's eyes widened, his face full of admiration:
"You are so amazing!"
Xiao Chong waved his chopsticks and smiled embarrassedly:
"He, he's just a bloody BOSS."
Easy to describe...... Jiang Baimian asked instead:
"In other words, even if Wu Meng detects it recorded in this machine, he can't use it against us?"
"I can't record too many pieces, I can't stop too many unless ......" Before Xiao Chong finished speaking, he stretched out his chopsticks and pinched the sweet and sour tenderloin he proposed last time.
"How many at most?" Jiang Baimian was extremely rational, did not ask questions, and cared about the details.
"Three, no more than three." Xiao Chong said vaguely while chewing.
"If you use your boo more often, will it weaken the effect of blocking?" Jiang Baimian is extremely cautious in this matter.
Because Wu Meng has already shown his defenselessness.
"It's the same before it doesn't work......" Xiao Chong replied very succinctly, focusing on eating meat.
Conversely, Wu Meng's remote control is also the same? Jiang Baimian also paid attention to the dishes in front of him.
…………
Green Olive District, in a temporarily unoccupied room.
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao sat at the table, looking at the computer that had opened a certain program.
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen monitor at high points in the surrounding area to prevent accidents, while Gnawa acts as a signal base station between two locations not far apart.
This is how the "Old Tune Group" met with the friend of the owner of Ugo:
Use the "Internet" that can be controlled by yourself, video communication!
In this way, even if there is an accident, the "old tune team" will lose at most one computer.
The other room belonged to a certain hotel, and a figure opened the door and entered with the room card sent to Ugo by the "Old Tune Team".
Then, he saw the computer on the desk and saw a piece of paper pressed by the computer.
On the paper, it is written which network to connect to and how to start the program.
Very professional...... The man nodded and commented.
It didn't take long for Shang Jianyao to see the video window expand, showing a figure.
Jiang Baimian's pupils suddenly dilated.
That figure, she and Shang Jianyao both knew each other!
(End of this chapter)