The library of Xinmagang University is divided into three floors. The windows are all very large, especially the third floor, which has a slope made of tempered glass to ensure that it can provide sufficient natural light during the day.

People who study here can see the sky as long as they raise their heads.

If the sun is too dazzling, there is also the other half of the indoor space that is not exposed to the slope, where you can stay.

Guan Luoyang was sitting there, with a pile of read-through books beside him. The one he was holding now introduced the updates of Zhenling Machinery, and also provided a lot of test data that had been made public by various countries throughout the ages.

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Below the pictures with clear and natural colors, each page is followed by large paragraphs of notes.

——For transforming warriors, the health of their own flesh and blood bodies is certainly necessary, but what can play a greater auxiliary effect in controlling the true spirit machine is actually the human brain consciousness.

When the first generation of true spirit mechanical transformation technology first came out, there were many examples. The true spirit electricity that ordinary people can produce with their willpower, even just controlling a robot hand, would be very difficult.

Unable to be used in sustained combat.

However, some soldiers who became disabled on the battlefield were able to control their robotic hands significantly more powerfully and longer after undergoing modifications.

In that era, a person who could replace all his limbs with real spiritual machines had a strong willpower that could be said to be only one in a hundred thousand.

Of course, with the upgrading of technology, the requirements of the reformers themselves have become more and more relaxed.

But even today, for the sake of long-term combat, few people would replace all their limbs with true spiritual machines.

The technical field of Zhenling Machinery is the most worthy of research and the most promising subject in the world today. Many unsolved mysteries vaguely guide us in the direction of continued research.

For example, in China's Hong Kong and Taiwan regions, there are some reformers who habitually refer to themselves as supernormal people, qigong masters, yoga masters from India, spiritual societies in Europe, etc. Their self-proclaimed names may be just to give themselves

Add a sense of mystery to ensure a deeper status among the crowd.

But there are indeed some people who can, after undergoing mechanical transformation, display some functions that the machine itself does not have.

Although there are still many people in the academic world who believe that the quality of the human body is only an auxiliary element in the true spirit machine, we should never forget that the human brain consciousness is the source of the true spirit machine.

After reading the remarks in the middle of the book, Guan Luoyang also saw the author’s records of interviews and inquiries he had made around the world listed later.

There seems to be some context that has vaguely emerged in Guan Luoyang's mind.

But at this moment, his phone vibrated.

During lunch time, there was almost no one else on this floor, so Guan Luoyang just took out his cell phone to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, are you the president of Shenzhou Jieyi Club?"

Guan Luoyang said: "Who are you?"

Suddenly there was a scream from over there.

Inside the cold storage, Sanlang stepped on Xiao Jiang's thigh, causing the heel of his leather shoe to dent, and said, "Is this voice familiar?"

Guan Luoyang took away his phone, glanced at the number on it, and his face turned cold.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

"The request is very simple. Our elder brother wants to meet you. The location is at Southwest Pier 2, in the cold storage at the east end of the container group."

Sanlang said: "You'd better hurry up. This little brother of yours has less than half an hour left to live. Come as quickly as possible. Maybe you can see him one last time."

The other party's voice contained a hint of joking amid the disgusting hypocrisy and politeness.

Guan Luoyang put away his mobile phone and did not go out in time. Instead, he lined up the books on the other side of his body that he had not yet had time to read in front of him.

Among them is a map of Singapore and Macao that was drawn and published in early 1999.

Scroll to Southwest Community and find the University of Hong Kong and Southwest Pier 2.

Guan Luoyang went out and walked towards the stairs leading to the rooftop, kicked open the iron door, turned over and fell from the side of the rooftop.

The wind roared upward against his body, all the scenery was moving upward, and the ground was getting closer.

After falling more than ten meters, Guan Luoyang thrust his fingers into the wall, shook his body suddenly to offset the momentum of his fall, then released his fingers and fell again.

In the university garden, a couple was getting tired of each other. The man had begun to grope his girlfriend impatiently. When he inadvertently looked up, he saw the falling white figure.

‘Someone jumped off the building?!’

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he saw the figure falling into the shadows of the green and dancing trees.

When his girlfriend saw that he had stopped moving, she pinched him angrily: "What are you doing?"

"Someone..."

The grass was blown into ripples, and the leaves flew up.

A white shadow swayed in the forest, as if it glanced at them, then suddenly approached, and then disappeared suddenly and silently.

The male student was so frightened that he had goosebumps all over his body.

"There's a ghost!"

The girlfriend was furious, kicked him down, and then rode on him and beat him up.

"What do you mean, who are you calling a ghost?"

"Ah ah ah, I'm not talking about you, I really seem to have... ah! You can't even twist the chili sauce, why are you so strong..."

Within ten minutes after Guan Luoyang left Xinma Port University, he had already seen the containers stacked beside the dock.

Hundreds of large containers were neatly arranged on the flat land.

Different goods are separated by a certain distance, just like many square houses standing there, forming lanes.

If a child has a poor sense of direction and runs around, he may even lose his way and be unable to get out.

However, the location given by the other party on the phone was still very clear.

Guan Luoyang slowed down, came to the cold storage, and walked in step by step.

This refrigerated container does not comply with international standards. It is about five meters wide, about four meters high, and more than ten meters long.

In the deepest part of the container, there are some cargo boxes made of long wooden strips. Xiao Jiang is now lying on a box, with his eyes closed, his body hunched like a shrimp, twitching slightly, and the blood between his mouth and nose continues to flow out.

drop.

With his pale and bloody face and the air-conditioning in the container, he felt like a dying fish.

Sanlang stood next to Xiao Jiang and said, "Hey, is it you? You came quite quickly."

Dugu Hao chewed sashimi in his mouth and looked at Guan Luoyang: "You are really young, bionic machine? As far as I know, although this thing is no longer top secret, it is not something that ordinary families can use. It seems that you

It still has some background."

Guan Luoyang's eyes slowly moved away from Xiao Jiang and said: "He's just a little gangster. You want to find me, but you made him look like this first. Don't you think it's a shame?"

"Well, everyone who knows me knows that I, Dugu Hao, have always been magnanimous. Even if an ordinary little bastard bumps into me, he will cut off three of his fingers to apologize. But this kid!"

Dugu Hao shook his head and sneered, "How can this kid be so naive? He will eat whatever I tell him to eat. Is he really just out to fool around?"

"Or……"

This man with a pair of golden palms opened and closed his eyes, and the expression on his face had become chilling, "Now these low-level machos have treated gangs as if they were playing house?

"

Guan Luoyang's eyes swept over these four people one by one and said: "Let's get straight to the point."

"Um?"

Dugu Hao became a little more interested. There were not many young people who could remain calm in the face of the change in his demeanor just now. "Oh, it seems that Black Spider died unjustly. He owed me a sum of money, but he died because of you."

In your hand, does this debt have to fall on you?"

Guan Luoyang just nodded: "What else?"

"Also, hehehe."

Dugu Hao wiped his mouth and leaned his upper body back, "He is still my godson. If you killed one of my godsons, should you also compensate me for one?"

Guan Luoyang said: "There are only four."

"Four?"

Sanlang laughed out loud, "You don't know how to count. Listen clearly, there are two requirements, but you only need to remember one. Brother Hao does not accept an adopted son casually. If you know the importance, first

I’ll kowtow three times and make up for the banquet when I have time. Let’s forget about the black spider for now.”

"I mean, there are only four of you."

Guan Luoyang raised his head, and his face suddenly came to Sanlang's eyes.

call!!!!!!

The strong wind hit the entire container. The hot pot on the table shook, slipped off the induction cooker, and large amounts of soup spilled out.

While the soup was still in the air, Saburo's heart suddenly shrank, and he almost watched helplessly as the facial features of the man in front of him were covered with shiny lines of bronze.

The premonition of death was like a catastrophe, causing Saburo to raise his fist at the moment his pupils contracted.

A palm, also covered with bronze patterns, struck from above his fist. Just the tearing of the air flow tore the silver-gray suit sleeve into pieces, and the edge of the palm was faintly covered with whitish wind.

Saburo's punch, along with the torn material of his clothes, was successfully punched out and hit nothing.
To be continued...