The apocalypse is weird: I am the number one containment object, what's wrong with being a litt

These words were a bit too literal to understand the deeper meaning, and the psychic cat shook his head repeatedly.

"Of course not, meow! Only items with extremely outstanding talents or extremely precious categories can come to life and have the possibility of giving birth to intelligence... Of course, if you go all out and just want to make something come alive, you have to say something else, maybe you can do it. More generally, a certain degree of awareness is given, limited to 'understandable' and 'executable'."

"For example... a cabinet activated by you will open it when it sees you putting something in it, and will lock itself when it sees someone it doesn't know coming over; for example, an activated weapon will look for weaknesses and even attack on its own when it senses something around it. ”

"If it's a melee weapon on your back, and someone attacks you, it will stick close to your hand and lead you back to swing. If it's a gun, maybe it can shoot automatically in your hand. How far can it be done? , it depends on its own talent and your willingness to achieve it."

Yelan was stunned for a moment, looking slightly surprised.

What the psychic cat doesn't understand is that what it said is really consistent with the facts that happened!

Can't the revolver in my hand be explained by this ability now?

For the first time, automatic shooting allowed me, who was still unable to shoot, to use my gun to kill the strange being who had lost his equipment at the critical moment of life and death.

The second time, the automatic attack coupled with the weakness search allowed the genetically enhanced person with almost no flaws to be knocked unconscious for a few seconds by an unreasonable force, giving himself a golden gap with a flashlight.

Ye Lan lowered his head and glanced at several objects on the bedside table, wondering about the goal of his experiment.

There are only three that are more suitable and not risky.

The radio, the bedside table itself, and the kettle on it.

"What if it really comes alive?"

"What else can I do, meow!" The psychic cat waved its paw, looking fierce and yuppie. "Either we will follow our lead, or you will attack us brazenly and then be suppressed by you, meow!"

That's not necessary.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Lan slowly put his hand on the radio.

At present, among these three items, the changes of the bedside table and the kettle are knowable, because these things themselves have limits.

Only this radio... may bring about some changes and possibilities that I can't think of.

Just... I really can't help but want to have some fun.

Hmm...what did the kitten say just now?

Ye Lan condensed the emotion of calling in her heart and spoke softly.

"Get up, meow... I don't think I need to add 'meow'?"

God...isn't this action too silly? If it didn't respond after a long time of tossing, I would be really embarrassed to show off to others.

But the moment the radio rang out in Yelan's heart, she responded. The red light flashed across the object like a wave in an instant.

Every time before, Ye Lan had triggered it passively and almost unconsciously in panic, but this time he kept staring at the target and finally confirmed and witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

I actually...really succeeded in casting it?

Ye Lan's expression became more solemn.

This thing can't be used indiscriminately...

Although my actual combat ability is still relatively limited at present, just a glimpse like this from time to time can make me feel extremely frightened when I think about it.

Although there are abnormalities, weirdness, and all kinds of messy things in this world now... at least ordinary things are still normal.

And if you once go crazy and use activation unscrupulously and without any scruples, the world can even change from a restrained apocalypse to a magical apocalypse in a short period of time...

Even...that kind of apocalypse where magic and Cthulhu coexist?

That's really outrageous.

While thinking about these things, Ye Lan was suddenly stunned, and finally remembered that she seemed to have forgotten something.

radio!

"Why isn't it responding?"

According to the speculation of the psychic cat, there are usually only two types of objects that are 'activated' by themselves. ‘friendly’ and ‘hostile’.

But it hasn’t responded to itself yet, right?

At this moment, the radio suddenly started playing music on its own.

"Oh, I'm so lucky to be at the most beautiful age~~ It's the most beautiful thing for me to meet you..."

Yelan:? ?

What's the situation, why did you sing a song?

The psychic cat was also a little confused and said hesitantly.

"When you listen to the lyrics, are they showing kindness to you by playing songs?"

Ye Lan was shocked. Can this be explained in this way?

"Of course, I'm not sure, Meow! Maybe it's broken. I heard that before the end of the world, if something breaks, just pat it and it will be fine. Let me try Meow!"

As he said that, Mao Mao jumped forward from Ye Lan's shoulder and approached the radio a few times. A set of Mao Mao Fist was already ready to be used.

The sound of the radio stopped suddenly, and a song was cut in an instant.

"Let's learn to meow together~meow together~~~"

Psychic Cat:? ?

"Okay, it's not broken." Yelan spread his hands. "But it seems to be of no use."

In any case, this round of experiments is completed. As a dignified 'abnormal', I finally have some weird abilities under control, and I will no longer be helpless in fighting these big guys.

After some more research, night gradually fell.

Yelan looked at the next door and sighed.

No matter how itchy my heart is, now is not the time...

It was already night when we went in. If nothing else happened, the other party would not have much activity tonight. The fastest and fastest, he would have to wait until tomorrow to carry out the exploration plan.

But there is some good news. It is impossible for the other party not to talk about mission goals and other things this evening, so the more we talk, the better, and the longer we talk, the better.

"Success and harvest require patient waiting..."

Yelan sat on the chair next to the bed, looking out the window at the dark night, the green ditch, and the weak light from the next door, and she was in a daze.

Hungry again. I hope I am just overthinking it, and they are not here for the abnormality...

"The night is so beautiful~~ No matter how dangerous it is~ there will always be people who endure it with red eyes..."

Snap!

Yelan slapped the switch of the radio.

That's outrageous! Why do you think I let you come back to life?

The sudden music playing also made Ye Lan come out of her daze and gently closed the curtains.

"Good night, kitten."

"Meow~"

Lying drowsily on the bed, Yelan felt like she had entered a dream.

Until...cold.

So cold.

Ye Lan suddenly opened her eyes again, shivering, and her whole body was completely soaked.