"Well, you ask." Ning Xixi stood up and moved to Yun Tuan.
The octopus's tentacles are dancing in the air, and from a distance, it looks like a snake with its head twisting like that of Medusa.
The recorder felt cold all over, and couldn't help but put on a gas mask again, for fear of being infected by some unknown neurotoxin.
[Come one by one, name, age, occupation.]
Ning Xixi gave Yun Tuan a look, and Yun Tuan nodded, "No. 887, age unknown, Little Fragrant Pig Helper staff."
Ning Xixi: "Number 345, age unknown, little Xiangzhu help staff."
...Anyway, these are numbers that were returned to the factory for destruction, so just pick them up and use them.
The two of them have black accounts for the time being. In this copy of the highly shared information, if they fabricate it out of thin air, the secret will be exposed as soon as they are checked.
Only half-truths and half-falsehoods are difficult to expose.
The recorder entered the information and after some big data retrieval——
[Are you zombie fans? Break through the dimensional wall and have a real body??]
Yun Tuan nodded solemnly, raised his finger and blinked, "Except for cyborgs and robots, I don't think I can find anyone who doesn't blink all the time."
Ning Xixi chose a longer tentacle, tightened the microphone, pulled it out a little, and then released it.
The microphone is like a dead leaf in the wind, swaying a few times and teetering on the edge.
The recorder licked his molar, which had a hole in it, and thought calmly for a few seconds.
No, zombie fans are just small programs that blow rainbow farts? How can they become intelligent robots?
[887,345, correct your attitude! Those who refuse to cooperate will continue to be detained!]
The microphone shook, and Yun Tuan saw several colored wires trailing out from behind it, as well as a gap of less than a millimeter behind it.
"Sir, there must be many more examples like ours. Do you believe in miracles? It must be our sincere prayers that have moved the gods before they can come to reality. If we wait a little longer, there should be more."
[Do you have any accomplices?]
"No, he's not an accomplice, he's a colleague who works together day and night. To reach this position at such a young age, sir, he must have extraordinary insight. He must be able to understand our current situation, right?" Ning Xixi suddenly softened her tone and turned in the direction of Yun Tuan.
Stretch out a tentacle and tap the blind spot of the one-way mirror.
At the same time, other tentacles are also constantly twisting, interfering with the other party's sight.
The cloud's hearing is now several times that of a human being. She listened intently for a few seconds and discovered that it was Morse code.
Praise him, delay time, and invade the system.
Yun Tuan picked at the inside of her wrist and replied to the effect that she did not have the ability to intrude without trace now, and the city's official system protection would be very tight, making it difficult to collect information.
But halfway back, Yun Tuan suddenly realized that she didn’t need a traceless invasion.
Even if it leaves traces, it doesn’t matter...
Maybe it can divert the attention of these people and allocate part of their energy to deal with non-existent "hackers".
Yun Tuan understood, and together with Ning Xixi, he spat out rainbow farts at the guys behind the one-way mirror.
Half an hour later.
The recorders were praised so lightly that they still had their senses, but their heads hurt a little.
If half an hour ago their confidence level in the two suspicious figures being zombie fans was 1%, now it is at least 20%. Most people cannot grasp so many straightforward and unnutritious words of praise.
[Okay, stay here for now, someone will bring you three meals a day. Oh, zombie fans don’t need to eat. If you can, just don’t eat a bite!]
Bang!
Yun Tuan heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Perhaps the person opposite was so angry that he dropped a heavy book on the table...
"Then don't eat it." Ning Xixi waved her tentacles to block the camera.