Yu Sheng suddenly felt pessimistic about his creative prospects, and was very pessimistic, mainly because he was pessimistic about the reputation he left in the literary world in the future. Although he has come into contact with Ren Wenwen's exception, he feels that he can't fall well with this exception...

But he really is hard to persuade XP, especially from the Secret Service, who faces high-pressure and high-risk working environments all day long (not to mention being a clerk in the headquarters building, considering the characteristics of their headquarters building, those who look at printers in the Secret Service office have to be considered special operations posts). What if you rely on this kind of evil learning to be a spiritual support...

Ren Wenwen didn't pay attention to the changing expression on Yu Sheng's face, and was still talking excitedly: "Hey, Teacher Yu, when will you release your next story? Do you still write suspense and reasoning? Do old characters in the past still have a chance to appear? I especially like Mr. Seventeen who you mentioned in "Rain Harbor" when will he be the protagonist..."

Yu Sheng didn't say anything, but Irene in Hu Li's arms next to him was quick-mouthed and raised her head: "The male protagonist in the next book is a three-bounce mount!"

Ren Wenwen's eyes lit up instantly: "Hey, this is interesting, the way the machine and the master have fallen in love over time!"

Yu Sheng: “…!?”

He finally realized that he was aware of this girl's sex with the soul of the machine, right?

"Let's talk about something else," he waved his hand exhausted, then looked up at the signboard of the collection point in front of him. "I was thinking, this shouldn't be just a collection point, right? Although I don't know the standard for your Secret Service to build a 'station', since this place can be considered a 'station', it shouldn't be just a two-person arrangement to deliver express delivery to one of my family. I guess this is still an observation station?"

The expression on Ren Wenwen's face was a little awkward on the spot.

"Don't be nervous, I've known this a long time ago," Yu Shengle said. "That's right now, you should have set up observation points nearby. Even if there is no observation point, your director's eyes usually look here. I'm just confirming it, don't think too much."

"Also, I can say that, I mean the name of observatory," Ren Wenwen smiled embarrassedly and said seriously, "This site will indeed pay attention to the situation at No. 66 Wutong Road, but you also know that we can't observe your house at all, so the main function of this site is to observe your surroundings - strictly speaking, it is to observe the entire Wutong Road..."

Yu Sheng looked puzzled: "What's the point of viewing on Wutong Road? It's worth setting up a special station."

Ren Wenwen: "Because there are always accidents around you..."

Yu Sheng: "..."

"Well, this is not what I said, it is what our Captain Song said," Ren Wenwen consciously collided and quickly sold the leader. "I don't know who he heard of."

"...I probably know," Yu Sheng pulled the corner of his mouth, smiled helplessly and shook his head, "Okay, I don't care. Just behave as two more sentries at the door. It will be more convenient to receive express delivery and takeout in the future. Then, let's continue to work hard, I'll go back first."

After saying that, he waved his hand to Ren Wenwen, then stretched his neck to look at the things that had not been moved in the truck, and slowly turned around and walked away.

He has a temperament like a retired old man who goes out for a walk.

Ren Wenwen watched Yu Sheng walk away, watching him push a door out of thin air in the open space dozens of meters away and disappear from sight. Then she took a breath, turned her head and looked at the large boxes that had not been moved out of the car - the border scanning station, the fixed depth sensing station, the physical detection radar, and two position-type shield generators that were normally only equipped for deep divers, as well as a bunch of other messy things.

This is the configuration of a full version of the border outpost.

"Wenwen, do you think this shield generator is necessary?" A secret service officer couldn't help but mutter after removing the heavy equipment box, "Even if it's necessary, don't install two units..."

"The front-line troops want to cover the floor with this thing and sleep on the shield generator every day," Ren Wenwen glanced at him, "Move in, it's all good things, normal domestic outposts do not have this equipment."

"oh."

...

In the Secret Service Headquarters Building, in the director's office, Song Cheng was reporting to Baili Qing: "Wutong Road Station has already contacted Yu Sheng, Ren Wenwen is on the scene, and the contact process is very smooth. Yu Sheng has no objection to this new site, and seems to be quite satisfied."

"In most cases, he is easy-going and lazy. As long as we do not substantially interfere with his life, he will not show resistance," Baili Qing said lightly. "Our 'observation' is invalid for him, but multiple collection points can bring more convenience to No. 66 Wutong Road. Of course he has no objection - just remember to remind the resident personnel there that in any case, remember that under any circumstances, 'Yusheng' must be treated as a human being, which is the most important thing."

"I understand, I have written it into the code, and the stationed personnel will be trained," Song Cheng looked serious, "I told them that even if I see Yu Sheng arresting an entity on the spot and eating it alive in front of them, I must remain calm..."

"Wrong, you should be able to show appropriate surprise, and you can even complain about why the other person eats everything - because this is the normal reaction that a human should have when facing another human who eats randomly. If there is a problem with the idea, go back and re-formulate the training content. If it really doesn't work, just arrange the young man named Li Lin, or find someone who is equally open-minded."

Song Cheng's body tensed: "...Uh, I understand what you mean, let's adjust today."

Baili Qing nodded.

Immediately afterwards, the knock on the door sounded. After obtaining permission, the secretary on duty appeared at the door of the office: "Director, Director Zhang of the Technical Department is here, and he said there are major progresses and he will report it directly to you."

"Let him in."

A moment later, a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt, dark brown trousers, a thin figure and sparse hair walked into the office with an inexplicable glory on his face.

After he came in, he saw Song Cheng, nodded and greeted him, but the smile on his face never stopped.

Baili Qing raised her eyebrows and glanced at the head of the technical department: "Xiao Zhang, why are you so happy?"

"Director, the filtering system has been completed!" Director Zhang's face was glowing, "It is the system that automatically recognizes and blocks the alarm signal when opening the portal, and automatically switches the recording mode, and is done!"

Baili Qing's ice-like face changed significantly at this moment, and the corners of her mouth slowly raised: "Very good! I will contact Yu Sheng as soon as possible and ask him to help test your system and see how it runs."

Director Zhang smiled, but then rubbed his hands a little hesitantly: "Director, there is another thing."

Baili Qing: "Hmm?"

"It was the news I just got when I came, and it was reported from the test laboratory," Director Zhang said, and his expression was a little subtle, and the top of his head, which had already sparse hair, even had a little reflection. "About the piece of 'cast iron sample' that I sent from the canteen to the test department last time...."

Baili Qing quickly reacted: "Oh, the iron block that the fox in the 'hotel' used to pay the bill after dinner? What happened?"

"That's right, there's nothing special about the conventional test ingredients. That thing is iron with extremely high purity," Director Zhang reported immediately. "After completing a series of conventional projects, the laboratory decided to try to make some of the iron... the 'thing' came out, mainly to see its mechanical characteristics after the morphological changes, and then they made a hammer..."

"Too much nonsense," Baili Qing interrupted the head of the technical department opposite without hesitation, "Be briefly, just say something."

Director Zhang spread his hands: "There is a soul out of the air..."

Song Cheng, who was silently listening to the lively moment, was watching the fun: "…(⊙0⊙)!?"

Even Baili Qing was obviously shocked. She raised her head suddenly, and her eyes scared Director Zhang.

After a moment, the female director let out a gentle sigh: "...Now, say more details."

"Actually, there is no more details," Director Zhang's expression was obviously not as confident and brilliant when he reported the "filter system was successful". It was obviously the strangeness and inexplicable point of this matter that made him, the head of the technical department, nervous. "It was just a mechanical soul, which was mainly manifested as a certain self-repair feature. When used, it seemed to be consciously cooperating with human forces, and the tendency to communicate with surrounding machines and equipment. In the absence of anyone, the monitoring equipment recorded the hammer gently hitting a nearby impact analyzer. The laboratory team analyzed that this might be a kind of social behavior..."

Song Cheng finally couldn't help but speak: "What hammer did you build? Mechanical powered warhammer? Impact hammer with rocket boost? Or was it stuffed inside..."

"Just one blow," Director Zhang spread his hands, "cut a small piece directly from the iron ingot, and didn't even recast it, so he pressed the shape, made a hole, and then temporarily penetrated a wooden stick as a handle..."

"Just come out of the soul?"

"Yes, it's come out of the soul," Director Zhang sighed, "I have been in charge of the technical department for so many years and have studied many cases related to the soul. The conditions for machines to produce imitation consciousness behavior are of a certain complexity. Long-term contact with humans, and extremely rare accidents, I have never seen such a thing... I even suspect that if they made a hammer at that time, even if they made an ear-drawing spoon, they would have a soul."

Song Cheng's expression was dull: "Don't say, you have never seen Lao Zhang, who has seen this."

"I have never seen it," Bai Li Qing stood up from behind the desk, "So, take me to see you now."
Chapter completed!