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"Come on, give Qin En the whole job!" Shu shouted.

When the words fell: It was also when this figure tied the black metal box around his waist as a belt, the iron box was activated.

Immediately afterwards several slender black shadows several meters long began to dance in the laboratory!

After seeing its specific shape, Qin En said in amazement: "Touch, tentacles!?"

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The second is really leisurely, the content deletion and modification control is easy to do...

...It's a pity that it won't last long and the third watch will be restored

2 days left for 'holiday'...

Chapter 471 Gao Ge and Mao Ke

In fact, there are many fears imprinted in the DNA of human beings.

Fear of the dark and the deep sea, fear of gigantic objects, anxiety about claustrophobia, fear of heights, stress from things like spiders, insects and snakes.

However, this feeling is not unreasonable and produced out of thin air. It is likely to be related to the genetic information left by human ancestors. Those things that humans are still afraid of today may be the warning messages left by their ancestors.

Even if these fears do not threaten themselves, people will still be nervous because of them. Among them, extreme people even feel cold hands and feet and trembling just looking at things like photos and projections.

Who said that technological improvement has far exceeded the speed of human evolution? The civilization that human beings are proud of is still too short for the biological history of human beings.

But now Qin En is not a human being, so the residual influence is not so serious.

Looking at these unknown shapes and large quantities, Qin En was only a little surprised and then returned to normal, as if he saw something strange and said: "Why did you make such a thing?"

Although it has been less than a year, the alienation has actually occurred: sleep has become more manageable, and this fear has disappeared.

"Because things in this form are very convenient." Shu answered Qin En's question honestly.

"Emmm, can I touch it?" Qin En asked curiously.

"Of course." Shu gave the self-disciplined figure a hint with his eyes.

The self-disciplined figure moved its eyelids, and then those tentacles cleverly and automatically extended to Qin En's face, with its round head hanging down, bending down, like a kitten or dog looking for its owner to hug Same.

He stretched out his hand to touch the smooth tentacles without any wrinkles, and a cold feeling returned to his fingertips.

This is not the feeling of living beings, it is something like rubber, plastic, metal—the texture of the feedback varies according to the tentacles Qin En touches.

Qin En was only surprised by his previous preconceived impressions (DNA information cognition and various strange storybooks): "But this shape is too strange."

"What's so strange? This kind of thing itself is very convenient." Shu's ears turned around: "In another world, humans use the word 'big touch' to refer to humans with excellent skills in the same industry. Is it caused by its worship?"

"...I don't think that means the same thing." Qin En said dumbfounded.

There is no mark or light on this thing on the system map. After scanning, it exists on the same level as a wrench, pliers, and scissors, and it is a tool controlled by a doll.

"It's just a simple tool."

"Of course, this thing is made of some very common materials."

Shu snapped his fingers, signaling the doll to continue the demonstration.

Afterwards, Qin En saw these dark-looking tentacles began to shake continuously: then he accurately took the broom and dustpan on the ground to sweep up the dust, and this figure could still use both hands to work.

And this slender tentacle will become even thinner—then extend into the duct and start to open the ventilation duct, and then wipe off the cobwebs and dust inside. There is no dust in the whole process!

The figure controlling this tool introduced to Qin En one by one in the tone of a shopping guide lady and a business-like tone: "This one is resistant to high temperature, this one can be used for cutting, and this one can be forked like a human hand."

After the words fell, one of the tentacles automatically split into countless tiny tentacles, and it took less than 750 seconds to type in 60 non-repeated compliments starting with "You are so handsome" by typing on the keyboard.

"The mental memory usage rate is only 70.00%."

Shu proudly showed this data to Qin En, but was still a little dissatisfied afterwards.

"There is still a lot of room for improvement. The mind takes up memory, and the specific efficiency can also be improved. When the system is further improved, she can move while working, instead of standing around here..."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, if you say anything else, I should pay like Party A."

Shu's mechanical ears were crackling, and he said with a smile, "I don't want your money."

"Does this thing have a name?"

"Yeah, it's easy: a multitool box!"

"This is really a simple and easy-to-understand name."

Qin En said with emotion that he was actually not that satisfied with the name in his heart, but Shu didn't care so much about it: "There is no need to use such a complicated name, after all, this thing itself is just a tool."

Looking at the self-disciplined doll standing still and sitting on a chair, but able to perform calculations, cleaning and other tasks at the same time, Qin En inexplicably thought of the days before his time travel.

So Qin En asked the figure: "Can you use it to perform precise operations in places where you can't see it?"

"Yes!" The self-disciplined doll replied with a nod, but it didn't say what kind of picture it would see. It seems that this thing is the kind of thing that knows the temperature of drinking water.

Qin En tried to think of a picture: social animal A was lying in the warm bed with his whole body dripping with eye drops and closing his eyes to rest his mind, his tentacles were automatically scrolling for news and entertainment on his mobile phone, while the tentacles receiving information were watching CCTV at the same time.Then the tentacles, who are not afraid of flames and high temperatures, are cooking breakfast in the kitchen and clearing unwashed dishes, and in another room, they are holding an iron to flatten the wrinkles of clothes, and while doing these things, they are also controlling the broom I was cleaning up with the dustpan, and the tentacles that were idle at the end were teasing the cat with a laser pointer.

He was agitated by this imagination: "Will humans be able to use it in the future?"

"Human? That has to be a person who has undergone physical modification...or I have to make an additional biological interface, and then I have to go through professional training...Well, she is half as proficient, you want to popularize it to everyone Human sales?"

"I just had an idea—"