When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

"Come here to replenish new energy sources."

Hearing Yi Qi's words, No. 0, who was struggling in front of the console, slowly floated over, dragging a few long robotic hands behind him.

The blue lines on the body of this small ball are very dim, and the whole ball is almost out of light. Obviously, the stored energy in the body is about to be exhausted.

It said in a very small voice: "It's still 5.00% short, and I will be able to obtain the control authority of the subway soon."

"Your energy is about to run out. Even if you complete the current task, you won't be able to complete the next new task." Yi Qi beckoned to it, "Come try a brand new energy source."

With his slender palm, he deftly removed the spherical shell, found the No. 0 energy supply box, and carefully wound the few long and thin magic sticks inside the energy box.

Yi Qi had determined Feng Zhu's non-human identity a long time ago.

But after careful study of the piece of amber, he discovered that Wind Candle is not an ordinary alien species, but more like a unique consciousness born of some kind of abnormal energy aggregate.

That is to say, some of the substances directly removed from Fengzhu's body can indeed be used as energy.

It's just that this kind of energy does not match the model of the energy box of No. 0 itself, and it needs to be modified.

Yi Qi used local materials, took off the electronic components from the operating table of the subway, and then continued to fine-tune the interior of No. 0, with his fingers flying around at an extremely fast speed.

In less than a minute, he finished debugging, closed the shell of the ball, and asked, "How do you feel?"

No. 0 moved left and right in the air, rotating its own sphere, and said with satisfaction: "Abnormal new energy, but it is enough to supplement the lack of energy. My current body is normal."

The lines on its body shone with a bluish light, showing its sufficient energy.

Yi Qi nodded in satisfaction, and at the same time, he clearly felt a resentful gaze sticking tightly behind his back.

Fengzhu's expression must be very resentful now.

He ignored the golden-eyed thief, but came to the driver's seat and reached out to Han Yingying in the seat.

The little girl was almost covered by shadows. At this time, the thick black layer had covered her neck, and only one head survived.

And the black shadows are still creeping up.

Looking at Yi Qi's outstretched hand, a gleam of light appeared in Han Yingying's eyes, and then quickly dimmed.

She shook her head slightly, crying in her voice: "Big brother, you and Uncle Zhao... let's go first!"

Someone has to be stuck here for the others to leave.

Yi Qi didn't speak, but stretched out his hand persistently, unquestionably pulling Han Yingying out of the shadow little by little.

After leaving the driver's seat, the little black shadow left on the little girl's body slowly faded away.

However, the faded shadow did not disappear, but crouched on the seat, like a pool of black tide, staring at everyone in the cab, as if it was about to pounce on it at any moment.

Still not giving up, Metro is still trying to elect a new driver.

Han Yingying was hugged in her arms, with a trace of uneasiness on her face, she pulled Yiqi's sleeve and asked in panic, "Big brother, how are you going to escape?"

"Brother Yi, no matter what we do next, we must hurry up!" Zhao Junxuan, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly reminded him.

Zhao Junxuan was leaning his back against the car door at this time, his face was pale, and beads of sweat kept slipping off his forehead.

Seeing everyone looking over, he raised his head and squeezed out a forced smile: "Those guys... I'm afraid they're about to come in!"

Behind him, there were dull knocking sounds one after another, as if a group of people were angrily banging on the car door and roaring silently.

Through the window almost covered with bloody fingerprints, the originally empty compartment, accompanied by the sound of beating hysterically, hideous and pale faces flashed past from time to time.

The barrier between the two sub-spaces was already so weak that it almost disappeared, and ghosts from another space could rush in at any time.

At this time, the originally stable subway suddenly trembled, and there was a harsh metal friction sound from the soles of the feet, and then all the cars shook violently, and then stopped again.

Because of inertial force, Zhao Junxuan's body suddenly fell forward, and he fell to the floor in embarrassment.

Yi Qi and Feng Zhu, however, took root on their feet and stood still in place.

Zhao Junxuan, who fell into a big somersault, got up from the ground rubbing his nose, but saw the ball suspended in the air, floating in front of Yi Qi, and said as if claiming credit: "Number 0 has obtained the control of the subway, 0 The mission was successfully completed."

Yi Qi reached out and touched No. 0's round head, and praised: "Good boy!"

"Now, I have a new task for you." He pointed to Han Yingying in his arms, "Scan her appearance and body data."

The number 0 pattern lit up, and a faint blue beam of light flashed past, sweeping the little girl from head to toe.

"The dead juvenile Homo sapiens does not have any living body characteristics. I have recorded all her data."

"Very good." Yi Qi pointed to the driver's seat again, "Now, use these data to synthesize a virtual image and project it to this location."

The blue lines are more dazzling. As the light beam sweeps across, a virtual image that is consistent with Han Yingying's appearance is set on the seat by No. 0, and the stored energy is continuously used to enhance the physicality of the image.

The shadow that had been dormant at first jumped up immediately after sensing that the driver had returned to its position, and swept over like a tide again, wrapping the virtual image layer by layer.

The subway, which acts according to instinct, really can't clearly distinguish between true and false.

It takes energy to create a "real" image, and after No. 0 is finished, the lines on his body fade again.

It even descended from the sky and landed on Yiqi's shoulder to save energy.

"Thank you for your hard work." Yi Qi thanked it softly.

Fengzhu hugged his arms and looked behind for a long time, finally couldn't help laughing out: "I underestimated Xiaoyi!"

He caressed his temples, leaned forward, and said in a low voice: "I thought at least one hero would be able to save the beauty this time, but who would have thought that Xiaoyi's supernatural powers, meeting gods and killing gods, actually didn't have the slightest chance to show off?" Leave it to me."

"It's a pity that I am so busy, not only did I not get any care, but a few hairs were torn off..." After talking, the tone was a bit sad.

Suddenly, Yi Qi turned around, grabbed his collar, and shouted, "Feng Zhu!"

"As I said just now, this is the last time."

"I don't like your jokes, and I don't like your attitude. In the next trip, I don't want to be dragged into any stupid games, understand?"

Looking at the other party's rare and fierce expression, Feng Zhu paused, blinked his eyes, and let out a breath slowly: "Okay!"

"Since it's Xiao Yi's request, I will naturally do it... After all, who would be willing to let a beauty be angry?"

Hearing the unrepentant wisecrack of this golden-eyed thief, Yi Qi wanted to say something more, but suddenly heard a crisp sound from behind.

Looking back, I saw that the window glass soaked in plasma was finally crushed by the shriveled palm.

Han Yingying's mother, that shriveled and gloomy woman, was currently holding her head, screaming and squeezing into the driver's cab through the window.

Behind it, countless ghost figures appeared indistinctly, and they were desperately banging on the car door.

The locked car door trembled slightly from the impact, and even cracked a gap.

Zhao Junxuan, who had been standing by the car door, wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted loudly: "They are coming in!"

Because the unstable factors stayed in the cab for too long, the fragile subspace barrier finally broke.

"Sir, there is still some energy left in my body. If I continue to stay here, I will fall into a temporary dormancy due to lack of energy."

"So, if you want to leave, it's better now."

Number 0 resting on his shoulder made a weak sound.

In the case of insufficient energy, it still fulfills its duties and plans the most sensible route at the moment.

Yiqi sighed, tapped its shell, and gave the command: "Open the door."

No. 0 floated up again, trying to shine the lines on its body. It had already obtained the control of the subway, and opened the door of the driver's cab smoothly.

They used virtual images to deceive the subway before, and they have found the new driver's subway, so naturally they no longer prevent the group from leaving.

After completing the last task, No. 0 fell into the dormancy program, the lines on his body dimmed to gray, and automatically floated back into Yiqi's arms, re-accumulating energy in the dormancy.

"Have a good rest, little guy."

Yi Qi put away No. 0, hugged Han Yingying in his arms, turned and walked towards the car door.

Outside the opened car door, it was still pitch black. It was so dark that nothing could be seen, only the cold and damp air, giving people a particularly ominous feeling.

Zhao Junxuan didn't know where the car door led to, so he hesitated for a while.

But just as he hesitated for a moment, there was another crashing sound from the car door in the aisle behind him, as well as the mournful wailing of ghosts.

Immediately, Zhao Junxuan was so frightened that he didn't dare to stay here anymore, he hurriedly followed Yi Qi's footsteps, and plunged into the darkness outside the car door.

The moment he stepped out of the car door, he unconsciously glanced back.

In the driver's seat, the virtual image has been completely wrapped in shadows, sitting quietly.

And with a muffled sound, the door of the subway aisle was completely smashed, and countless ghosts rushed into the driver's cab with hideous faces, and rushed straight towards the driver.

I don't know what expressions these ghosts will have when they know that it is just a virtual image that will dissipate sooner or later...

A funny thought vaguely flashed in his heart, before Zhao Junxuan could laugh out loud, he felt that his feet were empty, his eyes lit up, and he fell to the ground.

When he got up again, there was no longer a dark space in front of him, but a familiar subway station.

He stood up blankly, rubbed his eyes, and looked around in disbelief, both excited and pleasantly surprised.

It's the subway station of Line [-]!They are back in the real world!

Yi Qi was standing beside him, holding an old bus ticket in his hand.

It's just that the golden-eyed man who suddenly appeared on the subway disappeared at this time, and he didn't know where he went.

Zhao Junxuan leaned forward and asked in surprise: "Have you found your ticket?"

"It should be considered to be found." Yi Qi frowned slightly, looking at the ticket in his hand.

This old ticket originally belonged to the skeleton driver on the subway. It was still stained with black blood, crumpled and dilapidated, and looked old.

After the skeleton fell apart, he put away the ticket.

Now that he got out of the car, he looked at the ticket again, and it turned out that Yi Qi's name was on it.

【Yi Qi, died in? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?after. 】

This is his hidden ticket?

Zhao Junxuan also came over to look at it, and said hesitantly: "It looks a little different from other people's tickets..."

He took out his ticket and wanted to make a comparison.

But just as he took out the ticket, suddenly a thin silver light flashed and came straight towards the two of them.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yi Qi pulled Zhao Junxuan away.

But the silver light finally cut through Zhao Junxuan's wrist, then pierced his ticket and cut it into two pieces.

A "ding" sounded softly.

The silver light was nailed to the billboard beside it, trembling unceasingly, it turned out to be an extremely sharp blade.

Zhao Junxuan clutched the bleeding wound, looked down at his damaged ticket, then raised his head to look at the blade, his eyes widened angrily.

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