Fist of Imagination

Oldman picked up the camera and looked at the dreamy sky.

"Everything in this world is false, but I will connect it with reality. From now on, traveling around the world is my job.

I will witness the destruction of all dreams, and I will also use this camera to connect the history of all dreams. As long as there is a witness, they are more than just a dream.

Brother Liang, if I am still alive when you come to this world again, you will gain many, many stories. "

"Fine."

Liang De didn't know when he was behind Oldman and pressed his vest with one hand.

"It'll be a little itchy."

The blackcurrant amber natural divine energy poured into his meridians. Oldman only felt a strange itch in the back of his heart and lost all consciousness.

Liang De stared at Oldman rubbing his hands with bright eyes.

“Since you don’t mind the appearance, then I’m going to give it a go.

To be 100% sure that you can transcend the dream world, metallization is the most appropriate. Put the head iron first... and then add an important part that can be used for all-weather shooting... In this case, the natural power will not be enough, then Coupled with the human body machine modification of Huanhai Xuanqi... Hahahahaha, the way of martial arts is so wonderful! "

In the empty Gobi Desert, sounds like hammering iron blocks and welding steel plates gradually sounded.

Mr. Liang, a hard-core martial arts engineer, wore goggles and took turns using a metalworking hammer, a ratchet screwdriver and an adjustable wrench. Oldman's head had turned into a dark patch, with sparks popping up from time to time. .

"Huh? Is there an extra screw? Forget it, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I have completely welded his head shut for waterproofing. It doesn't matter if there are missing screws. I just need to make a few more backup lenses."

Ten hours later, Oldman was awakened by the annoying sound of metal friction. He turned his neck, and the sound of metal friction became louder. His head seemed to become very heavy, and he had a strange feeling.

Oldman stood up slowly. He felt that his body was several times heavier than before, but the strength of his joints and muscles had changed even more, making it effortless to move. Oldman tried to swing his arms and kick his legs, which seemed to be dull. The sound of the instrument.

The picture in front of you is extremely clear, and you can pull the distant scene into front of your eyes at will, and see every detail.

There are also some tiny characters lighting up at the edge of the screen.

White balance, exposure compensation, resolution, aspect ratio...what do these mean.

He raised his hand to touch the head where the strange feeling was strongest, and ended up touching a cold and hard metal shell. He only touched a smooth arc where his face should be.

At this time he heard Liang De's voice.

"Want to see what you look like now? Switch the camera and activate selfie mode."

Oldman struggled to identify the small text on the edge of the screen and found the start button of the selfie mode. He focused his awareness on the square virtual button and quickly activated the selfie mode.

Oldman's flat metal head split open to the left and right, and a mechanical arm with a camera stretched out from it. After extending to an appropriate length, it turned and pointed at Oldman himself.

Although Oldman was ready to turn into a monster, the sight in front of him still frightened him.

The original position of the head is now a silver-white metal cuboid, and directly in front of the cuboid is a transparent circular lens.

Oldman quickly found the name of this device in Mr. Liang's essence language package.

digital camera?

The silver digital camera is the head. Below the head, it looks like a normal human body, but it has been changed into a slightly restrictive black suit, a white shirt and a black tie, and a pair of white gloves. There is a black The lens case, with a business backpack behind it, looks very formal.

Liang Gong threw away the precision screwdriver in his hand and lit a cigarette, looking up and down at the modified Oldman with satisfaction.

"I have strengthened the clothes you are wearing, so you will never be considered a streaking pervert after passing through the dream world.

This semi-mechanical shape is simple but not simple, and it is completely born for candid photography.

Full-frame, high-resolution, whether it is clarity, minimum illumination or wide dynamic range, it is the best choice. Man-machine is integrated, like an arm and a finger.

The entire viewfinder is the focus, the sharpness is like a blade, the shutter is like a machine gun, the flash is synchronized all the way, plus my unique twelve-axis cervical anti-shake design, there is no better candid camera reformer than you in the world. "

"Secretly photographing the reformed person?" Oldman half understood. This was something that was not included in Mr. Liang's essential language package.

"It's a semi-mechanical VLOG warrior. I wonder if you want to go to another dreamland to shoot. In most cases, you can't get the consent of the person being photographed. If you hang a small camera around your neck or carry a camera, the target is too big, and you cross the border. There happened to be a need for head iron, so I put it together.

I also integrated a positioning function into the camera, which not only makes it easier for you to scan and find your way, but also makes it easier for me to find you in the future.

That's basically it. Body strengthening is not worth mentioning. It's probably twenty or thirty times stronger than your original body. I haven't measured the specific value.

What do you think? Do you want to add requirements? "

Oldman slapped his metal "cheek" a few times and asked:

"Am I a little too conspicuous like this?"

"No, there is everything in the dream.

As far as I know, in the Dream of the Essence, there have been battle groups of ship girls who lifted up their skirts and fired thousands of cannons, cultivators who used gallstones to make golden elixirs, cowardly cat demons with airplane ears, etc., all of which are strange, you... In the dream, the style can only be regarded as ordinary stuff, and there is no need to worry about being onlookers. "

Oldman struggled to click the camera.

"That's it, Brother Liang, what's next."

"Then you can start screaming."

Liang De held a cigarette between his two fingers and lit the backpack-shaped flame thruster on Oldman's back.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

A wild flame rose from the ground and instantly broke through the dream barrier behind the sky.

Oldman, who was howling in the air, heard Liang De's clear voice, which was a pre-existing recording inside the camera.

“The fuel for the cross-border thruster is extracted from your body, so remember to eat more good food.

Brother, if you're not dead, you'll see me later. "

Liang De waved goodbye to Oldman's tail flame until the fiery red light completely disappeared from the dream.

He took out his special mobile phone to adjust the parameters of the boundary gate, then sat on the sofa, smoked, meditated, and slept to practice.

As soon as the five-day cooling time was up, Liang De's figure disappeared into the aperture of the boundary gate. After crossing the vast sea of ​​​​empty space, he emerged from under the sofa in the living room of the Hongye Building loft apartment with a dusty face.

Li Zhixian was standing behind the small bar next to the kitchen, holding a large bottle of Gray Goose vodka and mixing it with grapefruit juice. She heard the sound of the boundary door opening and lazily said hello to Liang De.

"Hey, you came back very quickly. As soon as you left the house, you met Shakespeare from another world?"

"Forget it, I just made a vlog that hurts my ass, and I also invested in a set of equipment. Let's go to True Marrow Dream next time to see if we can recoup our investment."

Liang De wrinkled his nose, sniffed, looked around and said:

"Why is the house so clean? When I was away, you cleaned it to hide the corpses of murderers?"

Li Zhixian threw the empty vodka bottle into the cardboard box-shaped altar of the evil god and said:

“I sacrificed all my garbage.”

Liang De couldn't help but applaud his partner's operation warmly: "Brother Xian, you throw garbage into the altar every day and haven't been punished by God. You are worthy of being a second-generation believer."

Li Zhixian opened the wine compartment and said: "If someone wants it, why call it garbage? You can get a lot of points in exchange for it.

Lao Liang, please don't mention the word "punishment" in front of me in the future, otherwise you won't have to do it. "

"You are still taboo about this. My grandfather always told me an old saying, if you often walk by the river, your shoes will not get wet. Just wait."

"Don't mention the word grandpa to me!" Li Zhixian was so angry that he took a big sip of grapefruit vodka and raised his head to the sky to inhale.

"Brother Xian, you have more and more problems... Bring out the scroll and pen and ink, it's time to get down to business."

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