Movie black technology

Ten p.m.

When Chen Dingqian returned to his home, he saw his wife sitting on the sofa at a glance, the food on the dining table was covered, and she looked untouched.

Anyi, you haven't eaten yet?

Where's the son?

He took off his coat, sat down next to the sofa and hugged his wife.

He Anyi gave him a blank look, Your good son is still in the warehouse next door, and he can't be called at all, let alone let him come over for dinner.

Then I'll go and see him. After hearing this, Chen Dingqian got up immediately, but was grabbed by his wife.

Old Chen, God, is he too smart? He has been different from other children since he was a child. I am really worried. He Anyi said worriedly.

Chen Dingqian patted her on the back of the hand: Isn't it a good thing for a child to be smart? What is there to worry about? Can other children be like ours? This year, I have finished the third year of high school at the age of 14, and my grades have always been the first in the school. I can do it myself. Come up with a scientific research project?

With Ah Shen's grades, after the college entrance examination results, I will definitely be able to enter the top schools in the country.

You, you don't know how to be blessed even if you are in the midst of blessings. How many people in the neighborhood envy our family?

Even though he said so, He Anyi was still worried: Don't you see what kind of project he is working on?

The mech he made is to connect humans and machines to control the machine. How can this be successful? The machine doesn't even have a nerve connection? He couldn't be fooled by watching anime, right?

He Anyi was worried about his son.

Speaking of this, Lao Chen also hesitated.

To be honest, he couldn't understand what kind of scientific research project his son was working on. He only knew that this thing burned money, not ordinary money.

He and others opened a small machinery processing factory, and most of the money that came to him over the years has been invested in it. I am afraid that it is more than two million, but his son actually said that it is not enough.

I'd better go see my son first, and then reheat the food.

He Anyi nodded and went to heat up the food, while Lao Chen walked out of the house and walked to the simple warehouse next to him.

This warehouse was only built of iron sheets, covering a large area, with a height of fifteen meters. One of the iron sheet walls was neatly cut in half, and a door frame and lock were installed.

This is its door.

Jiangcheng is not considered developed. They live in an ordinary town in Jiangcheng. The house they live in now and the warehouse in front of them are all built on their own homestead.

Pushing open the half-covered iron door and looking inside, the usual sound of welding could not be heard.

At this time, the son was sitting on a chair with his back to him, wearing a strange device on his head and hands.

And that strange device also has cables connected to the depths of the warehouse, which doesn't look like ordinary cables.

Looking deeper into the warehouse, even Chen Dingqian couldn't help sighing.

There is a huge monster, a huge near-humanoid robot skeleton is lying on its back, and countless cables are interspersed in it, either messy or neatly, which looks very industrial.

This is the mech his son is working on, the Boxer.

Although according to his son, this mecha now only has a skeleton, and its full body will be 12 meters high and weigh more than 200 tons, but in Lao Chen's opinion, the current mecha skeleton is enough to scare people.

He can last for several years and give his son so much money to carry out the research of this project. This mecha skeleton is the source of his confidence.

The son of his old Chen family was able to tinker with this mecha skeleton at the age of 14, not to mention whether it will succeed in the future, at least this ability is much stronger than most of his peers.

As long as he keeps supporting and cultivating his son's ability, maybe he can produce a scientist in the future?

Then it is really Guangzong Yaozu.

God, let's go eat first, it's so late, and you have finished the college entrance examination, so it's not too late to do it tomorrow. Chen Dingqian walked towards his son as he said.

Before he got there, he suddenly saw his son spread out his right hand, and then clenched his fist.

Only then did he see clearly that his son was wearing a glove connected to a cable.

squeak~

The sound of friction unique to machinery sounded.

Chen Dingqian followed the sound and saw the skeleton of the boxer's right hand in the depths of the warehouse, which seemed to be...

Make a fist?

Chen Dinggan wiped his eyes, a little suspicious that he was wrong.

But immediately the son opened his right hand, and Boxer's right hand followed suit.

How is this going?

Chen Dingqian suddenly thought of a possibility that he didn't even dare to think about.

He sped up a few steps and walked behind his son to look at him.

make a fist.

release.

make a fist……

...

Boxer's three-fingered palm moved in sync with his son's.

At this moment, he was finally sure that his son might have really succeeded?

Watching his son take off his gloves, the huge boxer horn returned to its former silence.

He hurriedly asked: God, did you succeed?

Chen Shen knew that his father was coming, but the experiment had reached a critical moment, so he just ignored him.

He nodded with a smile, his 14-year-old youthful face looked calm and confident.

Basically successful, the last test can be carried out tomorrow.

Chen Dingqian watched his son put away the gloves, and couldn't help but said, How does it feel for me to try?

Chen Shen hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head: Dad, you'd better not try it. The neuronal connection system will put pressure on the human nervous system. If you can't bear it, it's easy to go wrong.

Hearing this, Chen Dingqian became worried again: Then you will be fine?

No, the pressure on the neuron connection system is relatively small for young people, and I am a single-player system, so the pressure is even less.

That's good, let's go back to eat first.

Chen Shen and his father returned to the dinner table, finished dinner amidst his mother's nagging concern, took a shower at last, and lay down on the bed with excitement.

System, check the development progress of the next project. Chen Shen looked at the ceiling and said in his mind.

The research and development progress of the next project has reached 9%. When it reaches 10%, the project and current results will be announced. Please continue to work hard. A cold mechanical voice sounded in Chen Shen's mind.

The research and development progress has not been updated for a long time!

Chen Shen complained.

If you need to increase the speed of project development, please ask the host to increase the number of call points. The system automatically prompts.

Hurry up, when my boxer horn is activated tomorrow, my name will soon be heard all over the country!

Thinking of this, he picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to someone: Come over to my house tomorrow to shoot a new video.

I quickly received a reply: Okay.

He closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

He is not from this time and space. He came from another parallel plane. After an accidental death, he was reborn into this world with his memory as a newborn baby.

And the system he spoke of was reborn with him.

The full name of the system is Movie Technology Research and Development System, which can be copied and developed based on the technology in his previous life movie.

The boxer number he was just fiddling with in the warehouse was the first item developed by the system.

Its prototype is the small mech boxer made by Amara in the movie Pacific Rim 2 in her previous life.

As for the calling points mentioned by the system, it is also easy to understand.

Call points refer to the host, that is, the number of times he is mentioned.

Every time he is mentioned, and the target is himself instead of the same name, the call point will increase a little.

In addition, the statistics of calling points ignore language restrictions.

The function of calling points is also very simple, which is to speed up the scientific research speed of the system, so that the projects in progress can produce results faster.

However, this rule has loopholes to exploit.

In response to this, the system has set a rule that he himself cannot expressly hint or manipulate other people to call him multiple times in any form.