Psychics don't die from gunfire

“——Nineteen.”

In the bathtub, Song Shi sat cross-legged and slowly opened his eyes.

There was a lingering red deep in his pupils, as if burning.

But as Song Shi blinked, the red quickly faded.

The situation was indeed as they had guessed. The abyss network domain similar to the "duel field" was definitely closely related to the intelligent machines and even the former freedom revolution.

In the past ten days, he and Lapis Lazuli entered it every day, and the opponents they met were all intelligent machines-to be precise, all were the corpses of intelligent machines that had fallen into a deformed and insane state.

The strongest of them even had psychic power that reached the third ring.

But they had lost their sanity and their own psychic power was polluted. Facing the combination of him and Lapis Lazuli, these guys could only be called "a little troublesome".

——In ten days, a total of twenty-one intelligent machines were killed.

Song Shi stretched out his right hand.

The pure white tiled walls of the bathroom reflected the color of the flames, rippling the puddles all over the ground.

One, two, three

Twenty red-gold balls of light quietly emerged and quietly surrounded the young man.

The number of [Fire Seeds] has accumulated to twenty, and only the last eight are needed to reach the peak of the second ring and enter the realm of the third ring.

Song Shi flipped his wrist, and the fire seeds instantly dissipated. He got up from the bathtub and walked towards the living room.

At the innermost side of the living room, a temporary workroom was brightly lit. Lapis Lazuli was suspended in the center, with a large number of cables extending from its body and plugged into various facilities, absorbing and discharging a large amount of electricity and computing resources - this scene has lasted for ten days.

In addition to diving into the Abyss Network every day, it stayed here almost all day and all night, constantly analyzing the memory data of the distorted intelligent machines they killed, and at the same time using various channels to secretly collect relevant information and continue to compare.

There have been some results.

The first distorted omnic they killed was a heavy tank named "FR8". The other party was the product of a military combination project of intelligent control auxiliary program and heavy tank. It became the only omnic among the thirty-four brothers and sisters who awakened "self-awareness".

In a wasteland battle, the other party, who had been carefully hiding its awakening, found an opportunity and found an opportunity in the chaotic battle situation. It took several artillery attacks and scrapped most of its body. The accompanying engineering troops gave up the idea of ​​dragging it back for recycling. After dismantling the high-value parts, it was abandoned on the spot in the wasteland.

After waiting for a while, it successfully escaped.

According to records, after the outbreak of the [Freedom Revolution], FR8 responded to the call and was active for a period of time in the early stage, but then disappeared - the situation was extremely chaotic at that time, and no one cared about such a small role.

Now it seems that the real ending of the other party is that for some reason, it sank into the [Abyss].

In the fragmented memory data of FR8 obtained by Lapis Lazuli, the former only saw the strong hatred and anger that filled every picture. After extremely tedious and painful unraveling, Lapis Lazuli barely extracted some useful information.

——Including FR8, the intelligent machines seemed to have entered this network domain voluntarily or forcedly for some reason.

Bang.

Song Shi knocked on the wall.

"——It's time to stop."

He leaned against the door of the workshop and looked at Lapis Lazuli: "Don't tell me you don't know how much burden it is on the mind to continuously accept these memory data contaminated by the abyss."

"When you are indirectly contaminated and fall into madness, what will happen to the one-year service you provided to me?"

". I know my limits." After a long while, Lapis Lazuli's voice sounded.

Although the voice line did not change at all, with Song Shi's perception ability, he could clearly feel that the other party's voice contained great fatigue.

"I'm sure of my condition, but I'm not yet."

"I know." Song Shi interrupted him: "I know you can still hold on for a while, otherwise how could I tell you this, I would have unplugged your power and network cables long ago."

"Cha Keluo asked me to go over, the zero element crystal of [Liaoyuan] has arrived."

"Before I come back, stop all of this, and shut down the self-check for a while." Song Shi turned and walked out the door: "I have a hunch that when the countdown on it ends - two days later, we may be able to figure out the truth."

"I only have one suggestion."

"Save some energy." Song Shi paused, and when he was about to leave the house, He turned his head and looked at Lapis Lazuli: "At that time, after all, I am not an intelligent machine."

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"Ah, Mr. Song Shi, I want to ask in advance, do you have any taboos about "makeup"? "

In front of the dressing table filled with various bottles and jars, a short-haired woman looked in the mirror, then looked at the young man sitting in front of the table, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "To be honest, I think you don't need any makeup, you can compare with those professional idols."

To be honest, from her perspective as a senior makeup artist, the person in front of her is only above average in terms of facial features, and there is a clear gap compared to those professional idols who carefully customize their faces and refine every micro-expression.

But when these five features are combined together, and even when they meet in person, the other party surprised her greatly. She even secretly compared it with those customized idols in her heart, and then had to admit that from the "feeling" she brought to herself, the other party far exceeded everyone she had seen before.

——Is this the so-called temperament?

——Is this the change brought by psychic power?

She thought in her heart and heard the other party speak.

"No taboo, you can do it as you like." Song Shi looked at the mirror. The black-haired young man tilted his head and looked at himself: "But try to be quick. After finishing this, I have something to do."

"No problem, no problem-"

Hearing this, the makeup artist clapped her hands and laughed: "Before I came, my employer specifically told me to keep everything simple."

She stopped chatting, and cracks appeared on the specially customized left hand prosthesis, and then bloomed like a flower. The whole prosthesis was transformed into a multifunctional mechanical arm, which was hung with common makeup tools such as scalpels, micro-cutters, screw machines, laser welders, powder puffs, lip brushes, eyebrow pencils, etc.

In just a few minutes, everything was done.

Song Shi nodded and stood up.

The other party's previous words did not seem to be a simple business boast. She did not apply a heavy makeup, but just slightly modified a little to make it suitable for lighting.

"Mr. Song Shi, please come this way--"

The staff nearby had already arranged the venue. When they saw Song Shi, they burst into great enthusiasm. Some even took out pens and wanted the former to sign for them.

Song Shi sighed, took the pen, signed on the clothes of several people, and then hurried into the venue.

There was a huge advertising wall on the venue, with the logo of [Chunguang Drinks] on it very eye-catching, and below it were illustrations of new products launched this quarter, three sports drinks with different flavors.

Not long ago, when Cha Keluo informed him that [Liaoyuan] was in place, he also asked a question.

"I said. Anyway, since you are here, you have been so popular recently. I wonder if you are interested in endorsing us?"

Song Shi sighed deeply again.

He stepped onto the steps and took a can of "Ultimate Explosive Saltpeter Flavor" sports functional soft drink from the mountain of drinks piled up next to him.

Song Shi unscrewed the pull ring and drank it all.

The next moment, facing the flashing camera in front of him, the young man threw the can with all his strength, with a bright smile on his face.

"——Drinks, I only drink 'Chunguang'!"