Chapter 684 Textile Machine
The girl who suddenly appeared was none other than Tick.
At this time, the girl is no longer half human and half mushroom, but has changed into a cute mushroom head.
After entering the second level, as an 'energy fungus', the ability to capture information is stronger. Although it is not as good as the third level Eldar, basic appearance modification is no longer a problem.
Tick-tat is the helper Baozi and his party invited.
"Sister Tikta!"
The pp leader who greeted the enthusiastic greeting nodded, Tikta said seriously: "Follow me, our time is limited."
Baozi followed hurriedly, while While walking, he asked: "What is going on?"
"After the disappearance of cyberspace, some virtual creations I collected in advance can transfer living creatures before they are completely consumed."
< br>Tick pointed to the crumb-like cloud not far away.
"This is a broken Internet cloud."
Pointing to a vague ground.
‘This is a section of the information superhighway. '
"In addition, there are incomplete data nodes, some dynamic URLs, and some artificial virtual space fragments."
After a pause, he said:
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"I pieced these together and created a virtual passage at the headquarters of the Assassination Alliance. Of course, Pit Pus also helped a lot."
The pp leader quickly raised his chest and said that he did it. .
'Classmate Zhang' looked at the other party deeply: "What a powerful method!"
On the contrary, Tikta shook his head:
"It is precisely because there is no more In cyberspace, these large-scale virtual creations are actually easier to drag, but as the electronic brain project unfolds, these things will gradually be digested by reality, and we are just in time.”
"That's awesome!" Baozi praised. At least a few NPC hackers he knew couldn't do this.
“With this thing, can I avoid some bosses at the Assassination Alliance headquarters?”
Tick nodded, waved his palm lightly, and the mycelium on the ground grew. Come out and create holes so that they can see the reality.
A dark corridor, from which you can only smell the strong smell of blood and the faint sound of daggers crossing.
Assassination Corridor!
A level 50 assassin who is the ace assassin of the Assassination League must pass through.
According to rumors, only those who walk through the corridor are the real killers.
Then in another cave entrance, there were several haggard old men, some sweeping the floor and some wiping the table.
The King of Killers!
These old men were all the former kings of killers, that is, level 60 super killers. However, these killers have a lot of negative statuses on them, and their blood volume is less than one-tenth of what they were in their heyday, or even One percent.
But for a dying old killer, their outbreak will only be more terrifying.
But after just a glance, the old killer looked up, but unfortunately he only saw the roof.
In addition, there are some incredible killer mechanisms, carefully laid traps, and even several fake 'textile looms'. It is simply a dragnet and impeccable. Several players' eyes twitched when they saw it. Cold sweat running down my back.
How many lives must be filled in order to fill these institutions.
“I am extremely glad that I have brought you into the team, otherwise players of our level would not be able to play this kind of map.”
Tick glanced around and shook his head, "That's not the case. Everyone in the team has played a vital role. Without Sister Ji's special ability, without pp helping me with programming, and without classmate Zhang leading the way from the outside. , without one person, our trip will not be successful, and you who have gathered all these people together are the biggest contributors."
Baozi smiled proudly, and was about to say something modest, but he failed. Interrupted by Sister Ji.
"Okay, don't create a boast group. I'm curious. Doesn't this killer headquarters have a network defense function? Why did you let you do it?"
"Only some on the periphery. There is no anti-virus guard inside." Tikta shook his head, "Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. After all, this is the most powerful one. One of the big killer organizations, but there really isn’t one.”
A few people looked at each other and felt uneasy, but as Baozi said, this picture is not for players of this level. At this point, we have reached our limit. No matter what, we can only push through. The worst is to save our lives.
Until the end of the 'virtual channel', there was no blockage at the network level. Dida looked back and said:
"I'm going to transform the virtual signal into reality. I may be a little dizzy, like It’s like disconnecting the Internet in cyberspace, please bear with it and don’t scream.”
The next moment, mycelium began to grow wildly, wrapping the four people’s bodies, giving them the feeling of being hackers. Like the male pig's feet of the empire, he was flushed down the toilet naked.
When entering the 'virtual channel' before, the ticking was real, but Baozi and others seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of code. Now Baozi and the others have returned to their normal shapes, but the ticking is like a holographic projection. , vague and unreal.
As soon as a few people came out, they were on guard. The place where the group of people was seemed to be an ancient palace, empty, not even a screen.
In the center of the hall, there is an old-fashioned loom the size of a piano. It has a loom frame, a weft yarn beam, a warp yarn beam, a shuttle, a cotton cylinder, and a pedal. The spinning threads sway up and down as the shuttle moves up and down, and are woven into gauze, gauze, and gauze. A personal name is engraved on it.
It seems like an invisible person is sitting opposite the loom weaving cloth.
This strange sight made several people slightly change their expressions.
“It looks like we have found the rightful owner!”
Baozi licked his lips, and as soon as he had an idea, the four level 40 robot guards strode forward and soon reached the textile machine. nearby.
There are two baskets on the left and right sides of the loom. The former holds silk threads, and the latter holds woven fabrics.
On the woven silk, there were various names. The five people still did not dare to come forward. They just let Baozi share the field of view with the robot and rummaged in the basket. Soon, Baozi said in surprise : "Found it!" I saw in the shared vision, the name 'Bringing a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night' was successfully revealed.
“What should we do now?”
It’s hard to believe that the mission went smoothly. Now everyone has several choices, one is to cut off the name, the consequences are unknown, and the other Whether the textile machine was destroyed, the result is still unknown.
"Inform Brother Umbrella and let him decide based on his feelings."
Baozi decided to leave the decision-making power to 'carry a knife or not an umbrella on a rainy night', and a moment later, Brother Umbrella's response came, which was unexpected are different.
‘Use the loom to weave another name for me. ’
‘Why? ’
‘Brother Umbrella wants to join the establishment? ’
‘Yeah, why? ’
A few people did not dare to speak and were typing frantically in the communication group.
'Intuition' Carrying a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night
'Your intuition is a bit unreliable,' even Baozi, who has always been a big fan of Brother Umbrella, felt that something was wrong.
‘By the way, who among us knows how to use a textile machine? ’
Several people's eyes immediately fell on Sister Ji.
‘Look at what I’m doing, I can only draw nude pictures and can’t weave anything. ’ Sister Ji flatly refused.
‘But I have an inexplicable feeling that Sister Ji, you can do it,’ the pp leader said cutely.
‘Well, sister Ji, you try it once. No matter you live or die, the reward for this mission will be +10%. ’ Baozi gritted his teeth and said.
'Are you stupid, just let your robot come on,' Sister Ji replied.
‘This is a good idea, but let the robot go up. If there is any curse, it won’t be indirectly connected to me, right? ’
‘Fuck you, Baozi, you are so lacking in virtue, even you can’t do it, but even my mother can do it? ! ’
Baozi smiled awkwardly and directly drove the robot forward. However, unexpectedly, the robot connected by the signal did not respond at all.
‘It’s strange, I can’t do this, the robot doesn’t obey orders. ’
‘Are you pretending to be stupid again? ’
‘I’m not going to lie to you. ’ The bun is called Qu.
‘Captain Baozi is probably not lying. I just tried a virtual invasion, but I couldn’t get any data on the textile machine. ’
‘Same here, no abnormal data flow can be detected, or in other words, there is no data flow at all. ’
The textile machine in front of me seemed not to exist at all.
‘Forget it, they’re all trash, I’ll do it anyway. Brother Umbrella, remember to owe me two favors! I've sold my body to you! ’ At the critical moment, Sister Ji still kept her tongue in mind.
"Yes" I replied with a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night.
Sister Ji walked up with a vigilant look on her face, and the result was the same as the previous robots, without any obstacles.
However, when Sister Ji sat down on the stool of the textile machine, her expression changed, her hands and feet seemed to be out of control, she fiddled with the spinning thread, stepped on the pedal, and actually started spinning.
‘Damn it, Sister Ji, you still say you don’t know how to do it, you are just a veteran! ’
‘You old driver, come and save me, my body is out of control! ’
But before they could leave, news about Sister Ji came again.
‘No, wait a minute, I seem to be able to control it again, wait a minute and let me try. ’
Sister Ji endured the cold feeling all over her body and forced herself to run her life body. The implanted silk thread on her body was slowly pulled out, directly replacing the spinning thread, and wound around the two reels.
The next moment, an indescribable feeling emerged from her heart. The past, present, and future of countless individuals seemed to have boiled into a pot of soup, slowly rippling in her heart, and the soup bulged. The bubbles are like the big and small events that happen in life, not only in the past, but also in the future.
She seems to have the ability to fluctuate the 'soup' to change someone's fate.
Accompanied by the sound of "crackling" stamping, the fabric gradually closed, and a new name emerged.
Bring a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night.
The deep connection with this textile machine immediately made Sister Ji realize that the relationship between Brother Umbrella and this textile machine was severed.
‘Your health has recovered, thank you very much, and evacuate quickly, otherwise things will change if you wait too long’ Bring a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night.
However, the next moment, Sister Ji's expression changed. She felt that she was no longer the owner of the 'textile machine', but that her whole body, from body to soul, was being dragged into this bowl of soup.
'Help! Help! ! ’
Others also changed their expressions, but no matter how they attacked, they could not hit the textile machine.
It is as if the textile machine and Sister Ji do not exist in this space at all.
Just when he was at a loss, purple light suddenly lit up from the mirror on Baozi's waist.
The purple string space opens, and someone makes a shining appearance!
(End of this chapter)