"Brother Zhang, it's time to eat."

"Not to eat!" Zhang Liang waved his hand: "I'll wait for dinner, I've been tired of it anyway."

The girl blinked and said softly: "It's Chinese food... Sister Chu specializes in cooking and said she wants to improve the food. If you don't eat it, I'll leave?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Liang, who was originally leaning on the chair, started to bounce it off, and the cigarette in his mouth was directly poked. Without saying a word, he came to the corner of the studio, took out a bottle of mouthwash and took a big mouthful, and then spit it out.

"Let's have a walk, eat!"

People on the edge of innovation know Zhang Liang's strange temperament and way of doing things have a good understanding of Zhang Liang, but it does not constitute any trouble. After getting along for a long time, they have become accustomed to it.

The huge innovation base was divided into a small piece and is now completely closed. Zhang Liang doubted more than once that if the innovation base had a fire, he would be suffocated in this place like canned salted fish.

Of course that is impossible.

It is said that all the specifications here are the most advanced shelter specifications, equipped with various messy equipment, including some kind of instrument that can provide material circulation. Zhang Liang doubted whether he would use this kind of thing if a disaster came.

Eating chocolate-flavored shit or **** chocolate-flavored chocolate is a problem.

Zhang Liang threw away a bunch of brainless thoughts that came out of his mind. The lunch break and meal time every day were rare opportunities to rest, but this did not change.

"Yeah, are you going to have a meal?"

The middle-aged man with a smile on his face walked out of a laboratory next to him. Before the water beads on his hands were wiped clean, he greeted Zhang Liang and the others.

Before Zhang Liang could speak, the middle-aged man complained: "No, there are too few things that can be obtained at this stage, and there have not been some things on the real front yet, so there are always big loopholes and errors in the experiment."

"Oh? There has been progress?" Zhang Liang was a little surprised: "Uncle Wang, this is only the first day. Are you planning to rescue us directly from this confinement room?"

"Turn less."

Uncle Wang patted Zhang Liang's back and then said, "But there are some progress. It's time to summarize it in the afternoon and send it to you. Forget it... Let me tell you first, and come to the laboratory with me after dinner."

Zhang Liang nodded. The guy who looked like a good person in front of him was responsible for the "repair and reappearance" work in this project, which is a more popular saying.

"There are only 4 groups of coordinate sources I have obtained, barely counted as 5 groups, and it still cannot reach the level of one-time positioning. I have conducted two tests today, and it is still smooth, and 18% of the area has been eliminated."

"This is a good progress, what's the problem?"

"Yes, there is a big problem." Uncle Wang shook his head and said: "Although in terms of detection, the changes in the coordinate source before and after measurement meet the standards, these coordinate sources will undergo some changes every time the calculation is over."

Zhang Liang raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "No, I have done this kind of test. The coordinates are far before the test are carried out, and the data should be locked. Even if there is a change, it should be within the allowable range of error, right?"

“Rough!”

Uncle Wang patted Zhang Liang's head and shoulder, signaling him not to interrupt himself: "If it really only floats within the error range, I'm too lazy to tell you, do you know, after two tests, the levels of these four coordinate sources have changed, the more has dropped by three levels, and the few has risen by one level. Do you think this is normal?"

“Level changes…”

Zhang Liang was shocked. The so-called coordinate source is actually a kind of calculation data that can represent material properties obtained after special analysis. It is an analysis method developed by the reform marginal division of North America. It is generally used to reproduce and restore scenes. Small scenes and events only require two to three coordinate sources. The larger the scene, the more coordinate sources are needed. This growth is explosive and even exceeds the scope of straight upward rise.

This is why, they are still in the process of eliminating and determining the environment, because there are too many coordinate sources needed to be obtained if they want to restore this time. Zhang Liang even suspected that the ultimate purpose of this restoration work is just to determine a relatively small area or obtain a few small key data.

The so-called hierarchical change can be completely replaced by another term, namely "time level".

This is a very sensitive data attribute. Generally speaking, the time levels involved in the restoration work will not change at all. If one level is different, the time difference will be within ten natural days, and the two levels will expand to thirty natural days. Therefore, the greater the change in the level, the more difficult it is to determine the specific time point.

"This situation is not very good." Uncle Wang sighed, "You will know after a while. That feeling is like... like time is messed up."

Hearing him say this, Zhang Liang frowned, but after two seconds his eyebrows stretched out again because he smelled the scent of food.

...

The smell of food filled the small room, but Wang Renyuan sat on another table and looked through several letters as if he hadn't smelled it.

These were sent by merchants, one of them was even his elder brother-in-law. This merchant originally thought that his brother-in-law would provide him with some convenience after taking office, but he didn't expect that not only did he not, he could not even enter the inner city and could still accept it in one day. After a few days, he had been anxious. You should know that the goods ordered by some officials have been accumulated in the outer city for many days, and the transportation costs alone are enough to crush some small merchants with less strong strength.

Just as he was smiling bitterly, a voice came in from outside the door.

"General, the wine you want."

A soldier who had just grown fluff on his lips gently pushed open Wang Renyuan's door and placed a black pottery jar on Wang Renyuan's table. He was about to help his general open the mud seal, but Wang Renyuan stopped him.

"Don't drive first, I'll do it myself later." He said, "By the way, send my fruit wine to General Bai Ye. Its task is very heavy tonight."

Seeing the little soldier nodding and retreating, Wang Renyuan put down the letter in his hand and looked up at the closed window. It was a little boring, so he reached out and pushed the window open a little.

Even if I stayed in the official office, Iron Armor would not dare to leave.

After communicating with Bai Ye, he decided to meet the weird guy who appeared in front of him before. He believed that Bai Ye's perception ability as a Tianma could calm down the extremely irritable Bai Ye. I think it would be someone who is ill-hearted.

A voice suddenly came from outside, but it soon calmed down again. Wang Renyuan took a deep breath and sat on the main seat of the table in the room. He planned to receive the strange visitor with the etiquette of receiving guests.

The person who came in surprised him.

He knew this person, who was the leader of an organization called Qingyunjian, and was very close to the court. Wang Renyuan did not expect that this person would appear in person.

A bad idea appeared in his heart. He was very taboo about such a large organization. Wang Renyuan set a bottom line for himself in his heart, that is, if the person in front of him showed any thoughts that were unfavorable to the country, no matter what it was, he would not believe it, and he would also be transferred directly by him.

When Monk Mingdeng saw this fully armed general, his heart skipped a beat.

This time, there were four people who came with him, that is, the Qingyunjian Guild players who were supposed to be on duty. If they needed support, they could call at any time. The NPC's eyes in front of him were wary, which made Mingdeng monk start to arrange a way out for himself as soon as possible.

The level of consciousness of the "Bulin Sen" far exceeded his imagination. Even before the Mingdeng Monk made this request, he took the lead in showing this intention, which not only saved the trouble, but also saved some of the rewards that Mingdeng Monk was preparing to pay.

"General Wang."

After comforting his mood, the monk Mingdeng saluted Wang Renyuan. This is the basic habit and quality of players in Shanhai District. After all, he often has to communicate with some NPCs with official positions. These NPCs, who are no different from real people, have their own emotions. If these things are not done properly, they will easily be considered an insult, and it will be troublesome at that time.

"Please sit."

After Wang Renyuan returned the gift, he signaled the monk Mingdeng to sit down, and then asked directly: "I dare to ask, the strange man yesterday..."

"He had something to do, so he had to have the young monk visit the general."

The monk Mingdeng was very humble and could not tell that he was the president of a big guild. Of course, these player identities may not play much role in NPC.

Wang Renyuan tapped his fingers on the table twice. He looked at the bald head of the monk opposite, and then asked, "What do you call him?"

"Little monk's beacon."

Monk Mingdeng was very uncomfortable. The black-armored general sitting opposite him brought him a sense of oppression, which was also related to the subconscious that he had as a player. As a player who frequently contacted NPC, Mingdeng was simply Alexander when facing an NPC with force. Not to mention the one in front of him, I am afraid that the young soldier who just led the way would not be easy to deal with, let alone the white horse that just walked over the street.

"The little monk is just a messenger, and this visit is just for sending a message."

Minglan said slowly, with his hands waving, and the secret letter belonging to the Shadowless Department had already appeared on his hands.

"I dare to ask, where did this letter come from?" Wang Renyuan did not immediately accept the secret letter, but raised his own question.

This kind of question was already within the expected range, so he naturally would not panic, so he said slowly: "This secret letter from the Shadowless Message was obtained by a friend of mine. According to him, a few days ago he was traveling in the mountains near Requiem City, but accidentally encountered a chase. The pursuer was the secret spy of the Shadowless Message, and the pursuer was the bearded swordsman."

The beacon changed its mouth in time. These NPCs in the mountain and sea areas will not use "church district" to call the country that is faintly opposite to them, but will use "beards" and "western thief" that have a certain insult, or directly call the church district the Holy See. In the eyes of those in Requiem City, the theocracy of the church district is above the royal power, so there is no need to mention the royal power.

"The secret agent of Shadowless has been seriously injured. Fortunately, my friend helped me and repelled these swordsmen and rescued the secret agent of Shadowless. Unfortunately, this secret agent was too flawed and had no time to hand the secret letter into our hands, so he died directly."

"Where is your friend?" Wang Renyuan asked.

"It's the one I talked to the general yesterday."

The monk Mingdeng's expression was calm, and he sold Gu Bin clean in an instant. He had no psychological pressure when he said this.

Wang Renyuan reached out to pat the mud seal on the wine jar, poured half a bowl for himself, and did not entertain the beacon, and continued to ask: "I heard that your people had made a big deal in the inner city before. Can you tell me one or two?"

He knew that the one in front of him was a fake monk, so he simply didn't use the title of "master" and directly regarded the beacon as the leader of an illegal underground organization.

"That's why it happened."

A wry smile appeared on the face of the monk Mingdeng, but in secret he dismissed a few members of Qingyunjian who were staying nearby to pick him up, and asked them to leave the city quickly. After Wang Renyuan raised this question, he already knew it in his heart.

In front of NPC, the Qingyunjian Guild must appear as a "loyal participant" rather than a planner. In front of outside players, the Qingyunjian must become an organizer. This was originally a very difficult thing, because as long as someone who knows the inside story is exposed, it will not only not enhance the strength of the guild, but will instead damage the guild's reputation.

Mingdeng himself also felt strange because the guy named "Bulse Sen" acted so reasonable. It was a bit terrible for someone who could take the initiative to take the initiative to speak on the table before the conversation started.

However, after the other party agreed to a lot of things, the Mingdeng monk who should have been satisfied felt a lot of pressure. Although the development of the whole thing so far has been in line with the interests of Qingyunjian, it seems that something is missing.

After explaining it, Wang Renyuan seemed to have made a decision. He stretched out his hand and took the secret letter.

He has been exposed to the secret letter of the Shadowless Message, and he can tell the truth at a glance.

After taking a look, Wang Renyuan concluded that the letter did belong to the Shadowless Department, and the ban on it could not be fake, but I don’t know what happened. The letter seemed to have suffered damage or flooding. Because it was held in my hand, Wang Renyuan always felt that the quality of the envelope was a bit poor... Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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