Will the Cyber ​​God fall in love with the Space-Time God?

Hai Mengyou stood on the side of the revolving stage.

The red dot on the retina and his current location did coincide.

He looked around. After the synesthesia cage was over, all the silicon crystals used to set up the scene had been scattered, and a few influencers were sorting and sorting out the silicon crystals.

Not to mention the traces of mining wizards, π, or small machines on the ground, not even the hole left by that big monster just now.

Is the positioning wrong?

He lowered his head slightly, and searched around the positioning point again. At this time, the curtain at the entrance of the stage opened, and a beam of light illuminated the ground.

Wen Xi walked towards him with big strides: "Noness is too unreasonable! There are all the witnesses and evidence, and they can still forcefully take away the group of troublemakers—"

Hai Mengyou stopped her with his hands: "Shhh—"

A ray of golden light flickered between the cracks of the stage, he carefully picked up the ray of light, and squinted his eyes to observe against the not-so-bright light.

On the light golden crystal, the red light of the signal transmitter flickered softly.

This is the positioning transmitter he made by himself. There is one on each of Mining Wizard, π and the small machine.

No wonder the positioning has been stopped at the side of the revolving stage. It turned out that the positioning transmitter was left here.

Hai Mengyou was a little melancholy. He put the positioning transmitter in his pocket and put it away carefully.

The next day, the central square of District 0.

Countless data streams compete to converge on the square, converging into a huge information flow fountain in the very center of the square.

On the surging water, whether it is video clips, bold text, or comments flying by, they are all discussing the same thing enthusiastically - Wannian BE madman Jiang Yichou has rehabilitated!

It is said that last night, at the Light of God Art Museum scene, the third act of falling in love and killing each other in "Ghost Minister" was actually changed to the little prince and the ghost minister hand in hand to defeat the enemy. People who went there kept giving highlights, what " The moment when the little prince's ghost face shattered was amazing", "The little prince fell from the sky, and it was super cool to enter the soul with a knife", "Jiang Yichou's ghost minister appeared on the stage, it was like a shark", "The last bowed allegiance killed me" and so on.

The on-site repo said so vividly that those who didn't go to the scene were scratching their heads, and kept searching for related videos and text repo to enjoy themselves.

Who will play the role of the little prince is hotly discussed, but everyone can't figure out anything except "Mr. Yulia's appearance package", and "Your Yulia's appearance package" has jumped to No. bit, but there is some bug in the mall, and none of them can be purchased.

One or two out of the thousands discuss new monsters.

Some commented that the monster was so realistic. Some people asked what the monster was, and some people stood up and said that they didn't see the monster at all.

Some people insisted that they saw the physical monster with their own eyes, while others said they were lying and posted a video. In the video, the one fighting the little prince was just a silicon crystal phantom.

There are different opinions, and those who didn't go to the scene were even more stupid and couldn't tell the difference, so they had to ridicule that there was a "Schrödinger's monster" in "Ghost Minister".

I don't know what kind of censorship mechanism these messages violated. In the end, the messages containing the word "monster" couldn't be sent out at all, let alone rushed into the news stream.

"...Really!"

Wen Xi swiped her personal tablet, and she tilted the information input box to Han Qingshu who was beside her, "Look, as long as the word 'monster' is included, it really keeps reporting errors and can't send it out at all! The pinyin of 'monster', English, Japanese, and Leng Xing's mixed language are not good, and even the octopus head icon referring to monsters cannot be posted!"

The door squeaked, Hai Mengyou walked in, Wen Xi hurriedly greeted: "You, come and see, Norns seems not to allow discussing the 'monster' thing!"

Hai Mengyou glanced lightly, but his tone was clear and cold: "You are not allowed to discuss this. Obviously, he is afraid that you will not discuss it."

Wen Xi was at a loss.

Hai Mengyou lowered his head slightly, with a kind of ruthlessness in his words: "Think about it, if you say so and I say so about this matter, there are no differences of opinion, and the information flow is so fast, there is no The degree of discussion soon sank. Conversely, if you say it is Apple, I say it is definitely not Apple, and then continue to quarrel, and the scope expands—"

"...Everyone will pay attention to the 'monster'!" Wen Xi suddenly realized that she jumped back to the homepage of the information spring. Two words", "Anything I dare not say is ancient-foreign-thing", "Jiang Yichou empathy cage appears GW!" quickly replaced.

"Understood." With a clear smile, Hai Mengyou picked up the old books beside her, turned around and walked out, and within five or six steps, he turned around and asked, "Are you going for a few days? Did you see your sister?"

"My sister?" Wen Xi blurted out subconsciously, "When did I meet my sister?"

Hai Mengyou's footsteps stopped, and he slowly turned around.

"Hi! Look at your brain, you dare to forget this. I'll tell Wen Chao to let her beat you later." Han Qingshu answered immediately, and looked at Hai Mengyou with a pile of smiles, "I've lived for a long time, and I'm forgetful. It's nothing , nothing."

Wen Xi also followed suit: "Yes, there are indeed too many things recently, it's nothing."

Hai Mengyou was skeptical, took a look at the two of them, and opened the door lightly and went out.

After the door was closed, he only took five or six steps, then stopped, and opened the silver ornaments on the pinnae of the ears, and the resonant wings opened instantly, glowing faintly in the dark.

Across the door, the discussions between Han Qingshu and Wen Xi came in very clearly.

"...Did you forget to read your memo? How did you reveal such a flaw!" It was Han Qingshu's voice, he suppressed the fire, probably because he was worried that Hai Mengyou didn't go far, so he didn't dare to yell loudly.

"I really don't remember what happened before." Wen Xi complained, "...what day is it...you wait...you see, I didn't write anything in the memo!"

Han Qingshu paused, and then suddenly realized: "I forgot. That day... your emotional scale was too low, and you were almost taken back. I should remind you afterwards."

"Tell me earlier!" Wen Xi said, "Come on, tell me what happened that day..."

...A lot of things happened that day, and it's only been a while, how could Wen Xi not remember?

Han Qingshu and Wen Xi actually began to seriously check the itinerary for the day they went to the Renshanyuan. Hai Mengyou listened for a while, then left lightly with doubts.

A crew member of the Night Singer passed by and saw Hai Mengyou standing at the gate, and greeted him habitually: "Mr. Yulia..." Seeing Hai Mengyou raised his eyes to stop him, he immediately changed his address, "You. Is there something wrong with you? Do you need my help?"

Hai Mengyou raised her hand to stop it: "Just thinking about something."

He was thinking about whether he should take the initiative to find Jiang Yichou.

In order to give himself a reasonable reason, he went to Wen Xi to get a copy of "The History of World Painting". He remembered that the stone lion at the entrance of Jiang Yichou's studio said that when he became obsessed, he would always stay out of the studio for a few days , maybe he will like this book.

But he stood at the door for a long time, but couldn't move, and he didn't figure out the reason for this subtle anxiety.

He groped the spine of the book several times with his hand, and suddenly his knuckles tightened, and he clenched the spine of the book tightly.

Take it easy, it's nothing.Isn't it just walking over and knocking on the door, exchanging a few pleasantries, and killing someone?

Besides, in addition to the excuse of the magnetic fluid generator, he also has the excuse of "History of World Painting". No, these are not excuses.

After doing a good job of mental construction, Hai Mengyou gently opened the door, and the golden light flooded in from the outdoors. He was caught off guard and bumped into Jiang Yichou's beautiful eyes.

He actually stood outside the door, raising his hand, as if he was about to knock on the door.

Hai Mengyou was stunned at the door for a second, but her first reaction was to turn around and close the door firmly.

This happened so suddenly, the psychological construction he thought was impenetrable was instantly shattered.

After being surprised, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with this reaction, and immediately opened the door. Sure enough, Jiang Yichou had turned his back and planned to leave.

"Jiang!" Hai Mengyou stepped forward quickly, "I was going to find you."

Jiang Yichou lowered her eyes, perhaps to resolve the embarrassment just now, and said in a low voice, "I was just passing by."

"Then, do you want to go in?" Hai Mengyou stopped in her tracks, "There are a lot of people living inside, I don't know if you mind."

"No, no need." Jiang Yichou said, "Go to my place."

"Okay." Hai Mengyou handed him the "excuse" "World Painting History", "Your gift."

This is Hai Mengyou's second visit to this room.

This time there is no resonance cage of Xingyun’s tomb, but the high ceiling, dim light, and cold and simple seats make the whole large studio look lonely and cold.

In the center of the studio, a simple model of a magnetic fluid generator rotates.Jiang Yichou rested her left hand lightly on her chin, rotating the model from time to time to add something.

Without leaving the model, he said softly, "Magnetofluid generator, you and I have thought of the same thing. It's just that it takes time and computing power to do it, and I'm still thinking about it."

"Yes. That's a coincidence."

Hai Mengyou was circling the whole studio.

Jiang Yichou really loves painting, especially huge, fantasy-like paintings.

Hundreds of years ago, painting was electronicized, and there are very few people like him who hold brushes and paints; those who can calm down and spend hundreds of hours in the studio, just to complete a painting the size of a wall, It is even rarer.

Most of the paintings in the studio are covered by black cloth, and only three or four of them can be seen.

He stopped in front of one of the paintings, which were just ocean waves, but the waves were made of beautiful colors, as if they were made of colorful dreams: "Jiang, your paintings have really good imagination."

"That's not my imagination."

Jiang Yichou looked up from the model, his eyes fell on the painting, but it seemed to be looking at a far away place: "It's... a dream of one person."

"Whose dream?" Hai Mengyou walked over and looked at him with a smile, "Your Yulia?"

Jiang Yichou nodded in a serious manner, and Hai Mengyou couldn't help laughing. He leaned on the edge of the table with one hand and looked at Jiang with some amusement: "Jiang, I've always been curious about what you like about him."