Chapter 710 709. Your ideas are so reasonable that even a dog planner can’t refute them.

Later that day, Mrs. Shui, who had just coaxed a pair of mythical beasts at home to sleep and made a late-night snack, chatted and ate with her husband, and prepared to play the game and do a few tasks later, received a message.

She put down her chopsticks and glanced at her phone, and was stunned.

This made Brother Huo Zi beside him curiously turn his head and push up his glasses. After a few seconds, Mrs. Shui put down her phone and whispered to her husband who was looking at her:

"The cement has returned to China. It was just sent back."

"Hey, this is a good thing."

Brother Huozi suddenly became happy.

Because of his wife, he had heard about Sister Cement’s experience. He knew that she was one of his wife’s online best friends, and he asked with concern:

"But doesn't it mean that her physical condition is not optimistic?"

"It's really not optimistic."

Mrs. Shui sighed and said:

"Brother Zhongzhong said that she may have less than a month left, and her body functions are rapidly and irreversibly weakening. It must be those ghost guys opposite who abused her. Alas, how pitiful. Cement said that her last wish was to

Before leaving, Brother Zhongzhong said he could make arrangements to meet us again.

I'm going out in a few days, so you have to take care of your home."

"Well, it's okay, just go ahead and go."

Brother Huozi's mood also dropped. Although he and Sister Cement were not friends, it was never comfortable to lose a life due to some bad reasons.

But in fact, the real situation of Sister Cement is not so bad that she has run out of energy. Although she is very weak and has paralysis of her lower limbs due to the lack of coordination between her soul and body, she can still carry out simple activities of her upper body without any problem.

Right now, she is undergoing a comprehensive inspection at the work site of the "Operation and Maintenance Group", which is the big villa where Afeng is located. At the same time, she is preparing to meet with the real person in charge, Mr. Qin, to tell her all the things she knows and discovered so far.

family.

Sister Cement’s identity among all players is very special.

She is currently the only genius who has imitated the working principle of a gaming helmet. Although the device she designed paralyzed her when she first turned it on, let alone this terrible failure.

The things she came into contact with in a few seconds were enough for the family to use manpower and material resources to rescue her.

"Eat slowly. Your body can't eat too much. This half bowl is enough."

In front of Sister Cement's hospital bed, Brother Zhongzhong, who had stayed up all night, looked worriedly at the patient who was holding a bowl of porridge and wolfing it down. He said:

"Isn't your appearance too bad?"

"What do you know? What do you think I'm eating over there?"

The skinny Cement Sister choked:

"They're doing experiments on me. It's crazy. During this time, I feel like I'm going to be torn apart by those bastards! I have to carry a lot of equipment with me even to sleep every day, and I've never had a good meal."

"Well, I can probably understand it by looking at your appearance. I have also heard that the behavior of the 'peers' on the other side is a bit anti-human. Their self-proclaimed human rights sound like the 22nd century, but in fact some of their behaviors

We’re still stuck in the seventeenth century.”

Brother Zhongzhong shrugged and stared at Sister Cement. After the latter finished half the bowl of eight-treasure porridge, he said:

"Those things you found."

"Don't worry if you don't leave it to them, at least the core ones won't be that easy."

Sister Cement certainly knew what Brother Zhong was referring to. She pointed to her head and said:

"Those things are all hidden here, and the instrument they got cannot run smoothly at all. Let me put it this way, even if they build an exact one, they will only mass-produce paralyzed patients.

Only I know the core parameters of that thing. If they rely on exhaustive methods to crack it, they will have to be busy until the next century.

And our people are very powerful. When they picked me up, they had already deleted all the data there, and the prototype had been destroyed. I want to tell you more, but unfortunately, I can only tell you the rest.

The real people in charge listen.”

"Um?"

Brother Zhongzhong thought that these were already the secrets of cement, but after hearing her words, he realized what he said, stood up suddenly, and asked in surprise:

"Did you really get in touch with the Observers?"

"Um."

Sister Cement leaned on the head of the bed and closed her eyes to rest. She rubbed her forehead, which had been aching recently, and said:

"There was a conversation, but I can't tell you for fear of scaring you."

"I know."

Brother Zhongzhong was a little dry at the moment.

He urgently needed to go out and smoke a cigarette to relax. Although this kind of "third kind of contact" has been proven to be real, the fact that there was someone who had real contact with aliens in front of him still made him...

The intelligence officers couldn't help but were speechless.

He took one last look at Sister Cement and asked in a low voice:

"So, your illness?"

"It's just the aftereffects of that contact. I probably deserve it."

Sister Cement, who looked weak, was unexpectedly free and easy at this moment. She smiled and waved her hand and said:

"But it can be regarded as taking the first step, so if I die, I will die. And from what the other party said, I don't think I will really die. By the way, you have a 'special case' here, right?

Can you arrange for me to go see him?

So that I can adapt in advance to the treatment I may receive in the future."

"Let's wait until the conversation is over."

Brother Zhongzhong didn't give a definite answer. He exited the ward and walked quickly to the balcony of the villa to light one for himself. His heart couldn't help but beat wildly.

Holy shit, this alien is really showing up.

This dull and boring earth seems to be too exciting for a moment. What will happen in the future? Will the warriors of light in the M78 Nebula begin to select human bodies to prepare for the cosmic invasion?

Well, at this moment, Brother Zhongzhong hated himself for having read too many unreliable Two-Spined Monkey works, which caused his imagination to start running wildly along an uncontrolled path.

Until the roar of the helicopter interrupted his thoughts, the fat intelligence officer raised his head and saw the black flying vehicle landing on the platform behind the villa.

He threw away the cigarette butt and ran over to greet his old superior.

A few minutes later, Mr. Qin, who was pushed by Brother Zhongzhong, entered Sister Cement's ward. Mr. Qin did not come alone, but also Mengha, who had been called out in the middle of the night and crossed half the country to come here, and a group of people from other countries.

Industry professionals.

They are all researchers.

Their tasks are simple yet important.

We need to understand the working principle of the gaming helmet from Sister Cement, and find a way to reproduce the destroyed prototype and improve it.

But all this will have to wait until the conversation between Lao Qin and Sister Cement is completed.

In this conversation, Brother Zhongzhong, who is the head of the "Operation and Maintenance Group", acted as the recorder, which made him unable to help but make random associations again. He knew that he would definitely hear a lot of exciting things in a while.

"As you can see, General, I don't have much time, so let's get straight to the point."

Sister Cement, who was leaning on the hospital bed, put on her rimless glasses again. Although she was thin, she once again had the aura of a research-oriented lady.

She looked at Mr. Qin sitting in the wheelchair and said:

"I know what you are curious about. After I started my prototype, I did have a direct conversation with the 'extraterrestrial visitors'. To be precise, that failed experiment made my spirit leave us in those few seconds.

The current dimension where I am has entered another area that I cannot describe.

In the words of the 'observer', a wonderful 'beacon' was marked on my consciousness.

It or he can have a conversation with me across time and space through this beacon, but only once or twice, and it is difficult for me to take the initiative to call him, but this connection is real."

Brother Zhongzhong wrote quickly, while Master Qin in the wheelchair pondered for a moment and said:

"Has 'he' ever told you what the essence of the game "Real World" is?"

"He didn't say it, but I can probably guess it."

Sister Cement rubbed her eyebrows and said:

"That world really exists! It may not exist in our time and space or in the universe, but it has some wonderful connection with our world.

The observer is the mediating third party, like a bridge connecting the two worlds.

The selected ‘players’ are the intuitive embodiment of this connection.

At present, I don't have a conclusion as to why there is this connection, but 'he' once warned me that when I was using that bad prototype, I was in a place called 'subspace' without any protective measures.

The place has its own voice.

That voice probably exposed the coordinates of the world we are in. He said, although the distance between the two worlds is difficult to bridge in the eyes of gods, it is difficult to say whether my behavior will bring trouble to our world.

He also maliciously mocked me as being about to become the destroyer of the world.

This may be a joke, but.
To be continued...