The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 62 Detailed Analysis
Su Ninglong put the spicy chicken into her mouth and squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

The chicken is fried until crispy but not at all chewy. It has a dry and fragrant taste, and a clever combination of numbness and spiciness, spreading layer by layer between the teeth, neutralizing the greasiness of the fried food.

The bracelet on her wrist suddenly rang. Glancing at the note "Zou Shuyi", she deliberately chewed a few more bites of the spicy chicken, her cheeks puffed up as she hesitated in front of the screen.

The thinking process was very short, after all, Xingyuan was dining right across from her.

Finally she pulled out a tissue, wiped her greasy fingers, and answered the phone.

"What are your orders, Her Majesty?"

The rustling sound of washing rags could be heard from the holographic projection, which was the prelude to the godmother turning on the admonition mode.

"If I don't have it, then I can't look for you?" Zou Shuyi's voice was a little aggressive.

Su Ninglong swallowed the chicken and squeezed out three pounds of honey in her childish voice, "Of course, I was just thinking about you. Can I come back to the tavern next week?"

"Stop playing tricks on me." The rag slammed down on the table. "I saw everything you did in the simulator. What did the Star Alliance teach you? Why are you talking nonsense?"

"You are wronging me." The four-year-old girl jumped up. Zou Shuyi could not be allowed to set the pace. At this time, she had to take the initiative to create favorable conditions.

"Look at my harmless face, could I do such a wicked thing? That was just acting. To make the cows and horses obey, I used the 'Black-Hearted Boss Skin Limited Time Trial Card'. Now it's invalid, your good baby is only in sweetheart mode..."

Balabala, one fallacy after another.

Zou Shuyi sneered, "Come back next week and I'll make you peel potatoes."

"The pub finally gave up and you switched to selling potatoes?"

"The pub is great. The house next door is no longer rented out, so it's been turned into a hunting center. The hunters are clamoring for affordable meals..."

The unspoken words are easy to guess.

"But godmother, your French fries don't taste good." Su Ninglong reminded bluntly.

"It's not my job to make French fries; that's done by a robot."

"You bought a robot for your French fry job? Didn't you complain about being poor before?" Su Ninglong recalled the conversation just now. "No, you said the house next door isn't rented out anymore. Is that yours?"

Zou Shuyi was silent for a moment, then raised her voice and said, "How is that possible? That's the Star Alliance's house."

What does it have to do with her, a stingy person who can only afford a robot with a few hundred star coins?

Su Ninglong: "Can't you buy semi-finished French fries and fry them?"

"If you swear not to eat French fries when you get back, I'm willing to buy semi-finished products and fry them."

Damn it, I was really controlled by Zou Shuyi.

Su Ninglong decided to act cute, "Can cutting it into a heart shape help deduct the penalty time?"

Zou Shuyi's admonition failed, and she broke into laughter: "Spend less time in the simulator and more time studying."

With Su Ninglong's performance in the simulator, it is hard not to attract attention.

Zou Shuyi didn't understand where Su Ninglong's method of dealing with the secret spirits came from. Maybe it was related to Su Ninglong's parents, but her best friend's work has always been highly confidential, and she didn't even have the authority to access basic files.

At this stage, Suninglong is not suitable to appear in the public eye.

"I study very hard and don't slack off..." Su Ninglong hesitated for several minutes and ended the call when Zou Shuyi said, "Don't stay up late."

Xingyuan had finished dinner long ago and was now leaning on the sofa reading a book.

His long legs were casually draped over the rocking horse abandoned by Su Ninglong, which became a ready-made footstool.

"It's half past six." The young man turned a page of a book, his gentle voice wrapped in invisible pressure, "Are you going to the workshop later?"

Su Ninglong grabbed a piece of spicy chicken and said, "I've consumed too much today. I won't go."

well.

Xingyuan took a sip of homemade peach oolong tea and flipped the pages of the particle book lightly with his fingertips.

As long as this girl came into the workshop, he couldn't concentrate on studying.

It is a rare quiet night, and even the air is filled with the fragrance of tea, making it comfortable and pleasant.

After eating, Su Ninglong cleaned up the dishes, washed them, and piled them all into the drain basket and left them alone.

Anyway, Xingyuan, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, will put the tableware into the sterilizer later.

She wiped her face, hummed a song and climbed onto the sofa, "Brother Yuan, what book are you reading?"

"Of course it's the information that a certain troublemaker wants."

The bracelet light screen was pulled in front of me. The particle book was the guide's manual.

He had forgotten the steps required to access the Star Alliance database to search for information, so he reviewed part of the book.

After review, inquiries into cases involving secret spirits must undergo a triple verification procedure.

Only the guide can legally inquire into the case.

"Did you find anything?"

"We are sorting out the information and cross-checking it. Wait for me for two minutes." Xing Yuan was very fast. There were very few mysterious spiritual cases involving Kaibi, especially those that happened on such a special sightseeing train. Not much text was recorded.

Su Ninglong took the "hot" information and started flipping through it.

Details of the tragedy on the luxury sightseeing train are gradually emerging.

A mysterious incident on a luxury sightseeing train that actually happened. All the people on board were killed and no one survived.

The hunters who went to rescue completed the containment at great cost.

When Su Ninglong was in the copy, there were several questions that remained unanswered. In this document, she found some answers.

The first question is about why the two people dancing gracefully on the stage were not affected. When they were in the dungeon, they thought they were affected by the subspace and assimilated into part of the secret spirit, so they could dance as usual.

But the truth is not like this.

Although the subspace and food affected people's thoughts and actions, turning them into irretrievable puppets, those people were still alive and retained some ability to think.

What the Thousand-Handed Spirit did in the subspace was only to increase the degree of pollution, but he did not distinguish between enemies and friends. Otherwise, it would be inexplicable why the man with the goatee was so resistant. In the face of life and death, as long as he is still a human being, no matter how deeply polluted he is, he will resist.

The information shows that there are simulators on the train. They are "dancers" used to liven up the atmosphere. Many big stars in the market who cannot find suitable dance partners also use simulators.

They are not humans, but realistic robots that imitate human appearance.

The silver light flickering on the collar of the simulator revived in his memory. It was clearly the alloy color covering the bionic skin.

"Xingyuan, why have I never seen such a realistic simulation?"

"Because each simulant must be custom-made and requires multiple filings, including the location of use, appearance parameters, core programs, and so on, it's too troublesome." Xing Yuan patiently explained, "If overly realistic appearances were to enter the market on a large scale, and they happened to encounter secret spirits, what do you think would be the consequences?"

Su Ninglong rested her chin on her small hand and analyzed in a childish voice, "They'll become perfect carriers of pollution. The robot's 'body' won't mutate, but it will be affected by the fusion of the secret spirits. Their programs could be tampered with, and the emulated humans, controlled by the secret spirits, could unknowingly release pollution." Xing Yuan nodded approvingly, "That's right, so they're strictly limited to viewing purposes. Their intelligence level is less than that of a ten-year-old child. Not to mention that a single emulated human costs millions of star coins."

"Old Ten is quite good, the king of cost-effectiveness." A few hundred star coins can provide long-term labor. Su Ninglong's eyes rolled around, glancing left and right but not daring to look directly at Xing Yuan. "When hiring employees, practicality is the most important thing, right?"

Her voice grew weaker and weaker. "It looks good, but it can't be used as a star coin..."

Xingyuan's golden eyes looked directly at her, "Is that so?"

"Yes, I saw at first sight that you were very capable, so I chose you." Su Ninglong was barefoot, with her toes digging into the seam of the sofa, and she lowered her head, pretending to concentrate on reading the information.

The second mystery about the train case is, what is the carrier?
Obviously, this answer cannot be made public. It is highly confidential and not recorded in the documents.

The dwarf's words "Kalaina is my masterpiece" are even more puzzling. How can a chef be involved in artistic creation and bioengineering at the same time?

As for the life trajectory of the carrier herself, Miss Celine, it was mentioned.

After her parents remarried, the fat girl lived alone in a small rented apartment.

Her tendency to gain weight easily made her a target of malicious ridicule, so she became more and more addicted to the world of fantasy.

She often fantasizes about meeting true love who doesn't mind her fat body.

So she often went to small and fresh restaurants and elegant teahouses, even though this caused her to spend more than she earned.

And people like that are often the easiest to deceive.

Xing Yuan gave Su Ninglong some additional information, "Before boarding the sightseeing train, Ms. Xia Lena had signed up to participate in a variety show about an amateur weight loss program."

"The program started accepting applications two years ago, and I heard many people dropped out midway through. She was one of them. Now the program has been broadcast online."

"A weight loss variety show? I want to watch it." Su Ninglong didn't know that weight loss could be made into a show. She clicked on the bracelet with a little interest, searched for a variety show, and then projected the show onto the screen.

To break out of the sea of ​​homogenized variety shows, one must either seek novelty, extreme weight loss comparisons, or resort to gimmicks and sell utopian lifestyles.

Xingyuan found out the name of the program "Transformation Journey",
This weight loss program uses close-ups of ordinary people gaining weight through breakfast, such as rice balls with carbonated drinks from convenience stores, and fat accumulated around waists from long periods of sitting.

The production team tried to analyze the causes of obesity from a psychological perspective. When adjusting the dietary structure failed, they would use technology to cheat and help achieve their goals, ultimately allowing the amateurs to regain a healthy body shape.

Xingyuan said: "The show received a mediocre response. Some people watched it, but it never became a hot topic."

"Who are the people who dropped out midway? Was it because losing weight was too hard?"

"Do you also know how hard it is to lose weight?"

"Many customers in the bar are clamoring to lose weight. As long as one succeeds, everyone will envy and congratulate her (him), and even make a few sarcastic remarks." Su Ninglong stared at the screen and spoke his opinion:
“Success that inspires envy often comes at an unbearable price.”

"I think you should study philosophy. Maybe you can become a politician in the future."

"You think I'm good at playing with people's hearts?"

So this is how Su Ninglong understood politicians. Xing Yuan said, "Don't make such jokes in front of outsiders. People will misunderstand that it was Ms. Zou or I who instigated it. I don't want to take the blame for this."

The variety show was still on, but Su Ninglong didn't have much interest in watching it. The fat lady turned into a healthy woman. If it were any other adult woman, she would be very touched.

For the ancestor of cultivation, being unable to control her body shape was an insult to her practice, and she found it difficult to empathize with her.

The third question in the copy is why the train conductor was not contaminated immediately like the passengers.

Su Ninglong believes that this matter can be linked together.

Isn't that strange? Everyone else ate their meals, but he didn't.

It's a pity he died.

The answers given in the archives were also sloppy and suspicious.

Su Ninglong's gaze lingered on the word "suicide".

The description of the train conductor is extremely brief, even less than the anecdotes about Carlena's childhood.

Perhaps in order to protect the information of the conductor's relatives, not much description was given.

The fourth question is why the scene they entered was subspace.

Even if the contaminated area completely overlaps with the subspace, it is impossible to move people from reality to the subspace without any reason when the key is known to be a pair of mirrors. There must be a transition process.

I guess only the Zhisuan No. 1 host can answer this question for her.

Su Ninglong thought about it and scribbled something in his notebook, writing down the unresolved issues.

Not too important, but can't be ignored.

After finally digesting and sorting out the matters before and after the copy, Su Ninglong closed the notebook.

Pulling out another notebook, she wrote down the characteristics of the Thousand-Handed Spirit so that she could refer to them later and make weapons against the secret spirit.

She also wrote, "Assume a property of the secret spirit and design a 'sacred vessel' based on that property."

Since both the Thousand-Handed Spirit and the Shadow Crawler can confuse people's thoughts, she assumes that opposing forces such as stability and calmness are one of the means of restraint.

Is it possible to design a more extreme holy weapon in this regard to gain greater attack power?

But the Thousand-Handed Spirit is different from the Shadow Crawler.

The main body of the Shadow Crawler is an item, and if you can't find the main body, it's almost like it has no entity.

The Thousand-Handed Spirit has a physical body, but is difficult to destroy by physical means.

There are also imitation spirits, which cannot be eliminated by any physical means, but rely on language temptation and then reach a deal.

Gambling through language contracts obviously does not have any offensive effect.

Su Ninglong had no idea how to eliminate it.

Intuitive earrings are useless against them, maybe you can try the Self Mirror.

The tip of the pen suddenly hovered, and a hint of inspiration arose, but the inspiration was fleeting and she failed to capture it.

There are too many unsolved mysteries about the deep space spirits. Human beings are still in their infancy in the study of deep space spirits. Even a systematic classification method has not been established. Hunters can only randomly use the level division to deal with it.

At this stage, even the weapons to destroy them are scarce. If we can find the pattern, we may be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

But humans are really amazing. When they were unable to understand them deeply, they created methods like Zhisuan No. 1 to suppress them.

After writing this down, Su Ninglong put the notes away.

She checked her bracelet to see if she had any unfinished homework.

She hasn't written her review of last weekend's museum visit yet. After submitting it and getting it approved, she will go and chat with Teacher Funi.

It was boring just thinking about it, but procrastination was not Su Ninglong's style. She swiped the bracelet screen, then took out the folding keyboard from the drawer and started doing her homework.