When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

According to the rules of Baishi Street, whenever night falls, the owners of the funeral shops will leave here and go home, and never stay here overnight.It is said that this street is too dark, and it is not suitable for living people to live for a long time, so even the staff of the live broadcast have left.

Now, there are three remaining contestants on this street, as well as a bunch of hidden live cameras.

The night was as cold as water, and there was only a dead silence around.

Liu Feibai sat in the center of the room, surrounded by scattered wreath decorations, and two paper figurines made by himself.

For this last task, the three contestants kept vigil separately. In the same deep courtyard, in different adjacent rooms, they could only hear each other’s voices but could not see each other, which added a lot of quietness. atmosphere.

Sitting face to face with his paper figurine, Liu Feibai felt a little irritable for no reason, and also a little unexplainable panic.

The paper figurine on the opposite side is the face he deliberately painted according to Yi Qi's facial features. The facial features that should have been beautiful were placed on a paper face that didn't fit, how weird it looked!The low-quality white wig on the paper figurine's head hangs limply on both sides of the paper figurine's cheeks, looking funny and pervasive.

He had an awkward premonition that the paper figurine in front of him was spying on him.

Looking at the real-life eyes of the paper figurine, Liu Feibai bit his nails anxiously, regretting why he made the style so realistic in the first place.But he didn't dare to express the regret in his heart, for fear of being caught by the camera and making the audience laugh in the live broadcast room.

No, he shouldn't be afraid... what is he afraid of?

With Uncle Liu, the patron saint passed down from the family era, even if the paper figurine in front of him was resurrected suddenly, Liu Feibai believed that Uncle Liu could protect him well.

It's just... It seems that since last night, Uncle Liu has been silent. No matter how much he called Uncle Liu in his heart, Uncle Liu ignored him.

Uncle Liu is really angry?Or are you completely disappointed in him?

Impossible, Uncle Liu watched him grow up, how could he really stop caring about him?

Feeling weak in his heart, Liu Feibai didn't dare to look at the paper figurine in front of him any more, silently turned away to avoid the paper figurine's eyes, and called Uncle Liu in his heart again.

The patron saint, who has always been conscientious, still did not respond to him.

After calling many times to no avail, Liu Feibai's irritability reached the point where he couldn't get any more, he was anxious and angry, his face was red and his ears were red, and his whole body was uncomfortable.

In order to relieve his irritability, Liu Feibai took out a cigarette from his pocket to relieve his fatigue, but the remaining rationality reminded him that this was a paper shop, and the room was full of paper, which could easily cause a fire.

So he scratched his face, took the cigarette out of the house, and wanted to come to the courtyard to solve it.

He didn't notice that after he left the house, the gloomy paper figurine, which was motionless, slowly turned its paper-wrapped neck, making "rustling" sounds at the joints of its limbs. Direction, the corners of the painted mouth on the face slowly grinned, pulling out a twisted and weird expression.

And this scene was all captured by the live camera in the house, which shocked the audience in the live broadcast room.

[Fuck!The paper doll is alive, really alive! 】

[I thought that old expert was just joking?Really guilty of taboo? 】

【Fear!Hold me tight guys. 】

[Finally it's the exciting part, it's not so boring at last...]

Liu Feibai, who knew nothing about the comments in the live broadcast room, was standing outside the house at this time, feeling the cool night wind in the courtyard blowing across his cheeks, taking away the hot temperature, and finally felt a lot more comfortable in his heart.

There was only a small night light in the dark courtyard, casting a dim light source. Standing under the light, with a cigarette in his mouth, he patted his pocket, only to realize that he had just left the lighter in the room up.

"Fuck! You're so unlucky that you'll get your teeth stuck in a mouthful of cold water!"

Liu Feibai cursed in a low voice, just as he was about to turn around and go back to the room, he saw a hand stretched out from a corner in the darkness outside the light, and handed him a lighter, as if to light a cigarette for him.

Liu Feibai, who was addicted to cigarettes, thought it was a staff member, so he lowered his head and lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and said lazily, "Thank you, brother..."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly stopped.

Didn't the staff all go back?Now where is the staff coming to light cigarettes for him in the middle of the night?

He seemed to realize something, his eyes widened in horror, and he slowly looked up along the hand that lit the cigarette.

The palm holding the lighter was extremely pale, bloodless, and even less fleshy. The outermost layer of skin was more like a thin layer of paper, and the clothes on his body were black, white and gray.

Looking up again, I saw the paper man made by myself, in front of me at this moment, that piercing face was hidden in the light and dark, and gradually distorted, the corner of the mouth had cracked to the bottom of the ear, grinning out A weird smile.

The paper man he made... really came alive!

Liu Feibai screamed, calling out to Uncle Liu in horror.

But what made him desperate was that even when the danger came, Uncle Liu was still quietly lurking in his body without any response.

His patron saint doesn't care about him, doesn't want him anymore, and is terribly disappointed in him!

Realizing that he had completely lost the protection of the patron saint, Liu Feibai immediately turned around and ran away after a brief moment of confusion, and fled out of the courtyard decisively. He didn't even notify the other two contestants, but left them and the paper figurines in the courtyard. Together.

But when he came to the street and looked up, he suddenly became desperate from the bottom of his heart.

There should have been only three of them left on this street.

But now, the doors of all the paper-making shops on the street are slammed with "bang bang", as if something is struggling to get out of it. The sound is mixed together, it looks very scary.

With a loud bang, a fragile and old door panel was smashed, a bloodless paper man with a grinning face crawled out of the shop with hands and feet, twisting his neck strangely , keeping an eye on the only living person on the street at this time.

Liu Feibai trembled all over, and fled forward crazily, rolling and crawling.

As time went by, more and more doors and windows were smashed, and those paper-wrapped boys and girls leaked countless bright red and dark green arms from the gaps between the doors and windows, scratching at random like poisonous snakes, as if trying to The living people on the street hooked into their shops.

Liu Feibai fled between different arms in a panic, covered in dust and dirt, but more and more paper figurines were chasing after him, and even without turning his head, he could hear the paper figurines getting closer and closer behind him "Voice.

He felt that he was crazy, or that the world was crazy, and everything in front of him was like a scene that only appeared in a dream.

Because of a brief distraction, he didn't notice for a while, stumbled in the dark, and immediately fell to the ground like a rolling gourd, unable to get up for a long time.

At this moment, a pair of pale arms had quietly wrapped around his neck, and began to tighten more and more tightly.

Behind him, the paper figurine made by himself was wearing a piercing smile, and his arms were strangled down firmly.

Liu Feibai struggled desperately, but the paper figurine looked fragile and light, but the strength in his hand was strangely strong, he couldn't open it at all, he just felt more and more difficult to breathe, and the scene in front of him gradually blurred.

"Save me, save me..."

His throat was rattling, his hands and feet gradually lost strength, and he uttered his last cry for help indistinctly.

"Ugh!"

A familiar sigh sounded faintly in his ear.

A phantom of a giant cyan python suddenly appeared, with solid scales and armor layered on Liu Feibai who was already in a coma, blocking the paper man's attack for him.

After all, Uncle Liu still couldn't hold back, couldn't be cruel to the end, and couldn't help but watch this prodigal son being strangled to death.

Even if he was actually disappointed to the end.

The paper figurine, who was about to kill, was a little surprised when he saw the big python, but the ferocious smile on his face didn't change at all, instead he grabbed the python by the seven inches.

The rest of the paper figurines of different shapes also let out "giggles" and ran over together, tearing at the python's body, digging at the scales, trying to tear the old snake demon alive.

Under the siege of many paper figurines, Uncle Liu wanted to protect himself, but also to free up his hands to protect Liu Feibai who was in a coma.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a gunshot.

A smoking bullet hole appeared on the leading paper figurine.

Immediately, many paper figurines turned their heads 180 degrees, turned their heads in unison, and looked behind them.

Li Guoqiang was standing not far away, holding a Type 92 in his hand, shooting with a professional gun posture, with a serious expression.

The paper figurine lowered its head, stared at the bullet hole in its chest, and then stared at Li Guoqiang with a strange expression.

He pointed his arm at Li Guoqiang silently, and in an instant, all the paper figurines dropped the python Liu Feibai, turned around and rushed towards Li Guoqiang as if they had received an order.

Bullets are not very powerful against things like ghosts and monsters. The shrapnel that can tear human flesh and blood can only leave bullet holes one after another on the paper in vain, temporarily blocking the attacking footsteps of the paper man.

Fortunately, Li Guoqiang, as a member of a special national agency, relied on his excellent combat quality and strong psychological quality, combined with his flexible body to move around, he just dodged left and right among the many paper figurines, like flying a kite Slip most of the paper figurines all over the street and return to the courtyard just now.

If anything was the last savior, it was the one who remained in the yard!

"Mr. Yi!"

Exhausted, he crossed the yard and threw himself on the door of Yi Qi's room: "If you have any plans, please start!"

Behind him, those paper figurines who were chasing after him rushed in like a white wave.

Quietly, Yi Qi's closed door opened, and two small figures came to Li Guoqiang's side bouncing around.

They were two palm-sized paper figurines with square heads and square heads. The surface of the body was covered with a metallic luster. On each shoulder stood a small cylinder that was not there before. It seemed that they had just undergone an emergency modification.

Li Guoqiang suddenly froze when he saw the two paper figurines.

Why is the paper figurine made by Mr. Yi still alive?Could it be... Could it be that this place has also fallen?

Before he could raise his gun, the two little paper figurines suddenly let out a childish cry, like charging warriors, they bravely rushed out of the house with their short legs.

Li Guoqiang, who was about to raise his gun, was stunned by the rioting paper figurine army outside.

I saw that the two palm-sized little paper figurines had bravely rushed to the leading big paper figurine, raised their short legs, and fiercely... jumped up and hit its knee.

The leading big paper figurine: "..."

It stopped and looked at the two little things in amazement. It picked up the two little guys, held them in its palm, and leaned in front of it to observe.

At the next moment, when it sent the two little paper figures in front of his eyes, the little paper figures suddenly became quiet and stared at it motionlessly. " sound.

With a muffled "boom", two small firecrackers were launched from the cylinder and rushed straight towards the face of the leader paper figurine.

A loud bang!

Those two ordinary firecrackers exploded immediately after touching the destroying target, with astonishing power, instantly swallowing half of the paper figurine's face.

The leading paper figurine let out a mournful wail, let go of his hand, and dropped the two little paper figurines.

The little paper people rolled to the ground, quickly patted the dust on their bodies and stood up again, pinching their waists and standing proudly, the cannon barrels on their shoulders continued to run at high speed, countless flames were fired, and pieces of churning explosions exploded on the scene. The sea of ​​flames devoured the paper piercing man's body like a beast.

Some remaining paper figurines jumped out of the sea of ​​flames, and rushed to the little paper figurine viciously, trying to tear them into pieces, but with the support of super tough metalized fibers, the two little paper figurines could at least bear A ton of tearing, no damage at all, just knocked out the attacker with more ferocious vigor.

These two little fellows are like gods of war alive, invincible, clearing up the battlefield like autumn leaves, and quickly wiped out most of the enemies.

Shoulder cannons, missiles, flame boosters... Isn't this a paper man for sacrifices? Why is there such a thing?Is this for the dead to fight for hegemony in the underworld?

Li Guoqiang stared dumbfounded at the two little paper figurines full of firepower, his lips trembled, and he was speechless for a long time.

At this time, a cold voice came into his ears: "The actual combat effect this time is not very ideal. The time is short and the materials are not enough. The shoulder cannons we made can only achieve this effect temporarily. Destroying the enemy will definitely miss something.”

Yi Qi, who had been quietly in the room, finally came to Li Guoqiang's side, holding a small screwdriver in his bony hand.

The firelight reflected his perfect test, and the red light fluctuated in those calm silver eyes, as if there were flames burning, and his flawless face was like a ruthless god above the hanging clouds.

Li Guoqiang was shocked beyond measure for a moment, and even shuddered excitedly.

The scientist, the hermit, the hacker, the genius that the nation couldn't wait to get in touch with...

Is he really human?

Where will he lead our civilization...?

The author has something to say:

Jinjiang is a good card. It took me half an hour to post this chapter. I couldn’t open the page before _(:з」∠)_~~