Lesson 9 occupies a large area, about the size of two and a half football fields, and is surrounded by high stone walls.
The iron-cast black door looks indestructible. When you enter, you are faced with a tall banyan tree. Standing at the root of the tree and looking up, the dark branches and leaves almost hide the sky, which is a bit eerie.
Nance returned at nine o'clock in the morning, just in time for work.
The door to the guard room was open, and a sixty-year-old bald man was inside. After seeing Nance walk in, he waved in front of his eyes and said hello: "Good morning, section chief, you are in great health, and you are only here on a snowy day."
Wear a shirt."
"..."
Nance smiled politely.
"I think back then, I was like you..."
While reminiscing about the past, the doorman wiped the air with his hands like glass in front of his eyes.
"What are you doing?" Nance asked doubtfully.
"I am a second-generation host. I didn't have time to renew my membership when it expired. All kinds of junk ads popped up early this morning..." The guard continued to wipe the glass and cursed: "Alfa Company
Those punks must have secretly lowered the performance of the second-generation console, and they want us old customers to quickly upgrade to the third-generation console. The console is already expensive, and the system service fee must be charged extra, including family property..."
Nance then realized that the uncle's action of cleaning the glass was to remove the advertising pop-up window of the electronic computer.
In this highly technologically advanced society, all human body organs can be transformed into mechanical prostheses. The second-generation electronic brain installed by the uncle is a personal terminal that allows the consciousness to wirelessly connect to the Internet and experience the immersive pleasure of surfing.
This thing sounds very cool, so Nance puts himself into the uncle's perspective and imagines a high-tech life.
Under the monitoring of big data, when you wake up early in the morning, an advertisement page for "xx Smart Home Maid" will pop up in front of you; when you go to brush your teeth, an advertisement for "xx Dental Clinic" will pop up; when you go to work, an advertisement for "xx Car" will pop up in front of you.
】 advertisement; when I have enough energy but not enough to pay for the public food at night, the advertisement of "xx Mechanical Erection Assistance" pops up thoughtfully.
24-hour immersive advertising bombardment.
Don't want to be bombarded?
Recharge your membership or upgrade your terminal, cutie.
Capitalists are really good at making money.
Even if Nance is killed, he will not know how to install an electronic brain.
Putting aside the privacy issues of being exposed to the database of a large company, whatever he thinks after being installed, the act of digging out a piece of a living person's brain and stuffing a lump of metal into it is still too advanced for a 21st century antique like him.
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However, the consciousness link network still sounds quite attractive.
The flesh and blood are weak and the machine soars!
It would be great if there was a way to connect directly to the Internet without stuffing things into your brain... Nance was daydreaming about his first day in this world, and waved his hands to the uncle: "Uncle, please wipe slowly, I
Go back to the office first."
"Search, wait a minute, there is an advertisement for a blind date company. Do I need to forward the webpage to you?"
"If there is a rich woman, please pass it to me." Nance put his hands in his empty pockets and walked into the management office with his neck hunched.
"The section chief's handsome face shines like a firefly in the dark. He must be very popular with the rich woman..."
The doorman was flattering and wiping the glass, but his movements suddenly stopped.
strangeness……
The little poop who usually wants to take a shit while carrying the majesty of the section chief, why is he so polite to me today...
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Entering from the gate, there are two three-story cement buildings on both sides of the road, the equipment building on the left and the comprehensive building on the right.
This square-shaped building with many windows looks like a prison.
At the end of the cement road is another three-story reinforced concrete building, which is an office building.
The middle area is a tennis court and a basketball court. Two buildings connected by an overhead corridor are located at the back, which are the staff dormitories and the familiar holding building.
The equipment and venue are complete enough, but most of the buildings are covered with a layer of dry moss, and the walls are peeling off in pieces.
The green belt is overgrown with weeds, the paint on the rest benches is peeling off, and the fountain pool has long dried up. The entire ninth class looks weird and cold.
Looking at the dilapidated scene in front of him and thinking about his pitiful room, it was hard for Nance not to think that the funds for the class had been embezzled.
Before going to the office to work, he returned to his dormitory and found a thick coat to put on.
The ever-burning lamp on the niche is still on, and the faint light reflects the outline of the six-winged and four-headed statue.
Is it an angel?
Nance leaned over curiously, pulled open the white cloth, and planned to take a closer look.
As a result, as soon as the white cloth was pulled off, a light or something seemed to shoot out, directly burning his eyes.
"grass!"
The severe pain made Nance cry.
"What are you doing——"
"It's not like you're not wearing any clothes, why don't people see you..."
From last night to now, the grievance accumulated in Nance's heart finally broke out. He opened his eyes with hatred and roared: "You think of me as a devil, don't you? You can kill me if you can!"
"——So what if you're an angel? Come out and see if I can fuck you!!!"
After a good meal, the depression in his heart eased a little, and Nance felt a lot more comfortable.
But then, there was a roar from the statue, and the holy golden light suddenly bloomed, which contained a heart-stopping power.
"?"
A blazing electric light flashed, coming like a punishment from heaven, and hit Nance's head straight.
"Gan!"
Nance held his head and shrank.
Lightning struck the wall behind him.
The explosion sounded, rubble flew, and Nance collapsed on the ground, staring at the cracked wall in shock.
"Oh my god, are you so clever? I'm just kidding...brother, don't be angry! I'm going to work first, and I'll frame a gold body for you later. No need to give it away!"
Nance hurriedly bowed to the statue, then ignored everything and ran away in embarrassment with his head in his hands.
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Snowflakes dance lightly.
Nance was restless and restless.
He had no intention of going back to work for a while, and wandered around the yard aimlessly, letting the gray snow slowly pile up on his shoulders.
It's very cold.
His heart is even colder.
The attack by the statue just now made him have a very bad guess in his heart.
God will not act at will.
Unless...he felt the devil's breath.
Opening the terminal in his hand, Nance anxiously looked up the relevant information on why he became a familiar.
Magic is a virus that is reliably airborne. After being ingested by organisms, it enters the blood circulation system and lies dormant.
In a normal organism, the concentration of magic elements in the blood is around 1.0~1.5u/l. This level will not affect the normal operation of the organism. However, as long as the host experiences negative mood swings, they will divide and reproduce crazily, and then invade the entire organism.
When the concentration of magic element reaches 5.0u/l, it has reached the standard of becoming a familiar.
The consequences of becoming a familiar are serious.
This is actually easy to understand.
The magic element spreading from the Dead Sea sleeps in the organism. When the host has more negative emotions related to the seven deadly sins, the concentration of magic element becomes higher. The higher the concentration, the more abnormal the thing is inside.
No normal person would want to stay with a person who has a twisted heart and can lose control at any time - lust may be an exception.
According to the accounts given by many people involved online, Nance has a general understanding.
Becoming a familiar is almost equivalent to having "AIDS drug abuse and dishonesty" marked on the ID card in 2022.
"...With this stack of buffs, it's better to just die and count the balls!"
Nance grimaced.
He is now like a man who can't find any melons in a melon field under the moonlight. He is a poor man who suspects that he has a terminal illness but dare not take blood tests to verify it.
As I walked hesitantly, my feet were almost numb from the cold.
Passing by the office building, he saw a black wide-body car parked at the door.
Even if you don’t understand the car brands in this world yet, you can tell just by looking at the exaggerated size that this car must be very expensive.
Nance walked around the car and planned to walk into the office building to warm up, but his heartbeat suddenly stopped.
The fine snow was falling, and a group of serious-looking men in black clothes and sunglasses appeared. They lined up to protect a woman with light pink hair walking out of the building.
She is tall and plump, wearing a long black dress and a red shawl, and wearing silk gloves on her hands. She exudes a strong aura of a queen from head to toe.
"Queen, look..." The man in black holding an umbrella pointed at Nance and said something to her.
The Demon Queen, who was too cold, arrogant and too noble to look directly at, turned her head slightly and her gaze passed over Nance lightly.
In an instant.
Nance had a stress reaction.
It felt like it was destined to be that he was chosen by her with one glance, and his soul left his body and floated above the earth's surface for a moment.
There was an inexplicable meaning between the Queen's delicate brows and eyes, and she nodded to him lightly, as if to say, "We will meet again soon."
After leaving a signal to Nance that she would retaliate, she got into the car surrounded by the men in black and drove away.
Nance couldn't help but look back.
The black wide-body car rolled away with snowflakes, and the scene was cold and desolate, which was very suitable for playing "One Cut Plum".
But even Yuan Hua is not as miserable as me... Nance was extremely pessimistic, and his steps into the office building became extremely heavy.