Midnight Life Museum
Ai Bao's voice was filled with sarcasm as he sighed regretfully, "I wanted to give you a chance to speak out so you could suffer less. Who knew you would be so stubborn?"
Having done so many evil things, it is hard to trust every word he says.
Even if everyone just followed the tone and admitted that they had posted the message through the store's computer, they would have received only the same ridicule.
Aibao obviously just wanted to play with them and would not give out any information about himself.
This made Ding Can even more curious about his identity.
It has been proven that it is impossible for ordinary humans to hear the sound of commodity exchanges.
At least it proves that Ai Bao is not an ordinary person, so the source of his ability is enough to make everyone speculate a lot.
Judging from the situation, Ai Bao will not confess voluntarily.
"Actually, it was my fault. I didn't expect there would be so many sentient products in the store. Not only did you get away with it for so long, but it almost affected my revenge."
Ai Bao walked to the window, the night scene outside was reflected on his face, casting a small shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly under the thick ink-like color.
In addition to anger, there seemed to be a certain nostalgia and regret in his tone.
Ding Can listened carefully and extracted some key words from it. Was he talking about revenge?
This was completely contrary to her initial impression of Ai Bao, as the head of the Blue Beach Group, running such a huge business empire.
I originally thought that the reason why Aibao chose to cooperate with unscrupulous merchants and create a large number of substandard products was to make more wealth and profits.
It now seems that money is not his top priority, and there are still unknown mysteries surrounding him.
"I can't help it. I've never had a bad temper, but sometimes I get caught up in the emotions of ordinary people. Just like now, seeing all these products of yours, I feel unhappy from the bottom of my heart. As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind."
Ding Can was thinking about how to respond when, the next second, the entire world in his sight was shrouded in a layer of brown.
It was the photochromic glasses that worked. After redeeming them in the app just now, she put them on for testing.
Now, according to the effect of the item, it means that there is a danger nearby that may cause harm to yourself.
In this case, it is self-evident who the dangerous person nearby is.
In just a few minutes, Ai Bao developed the intention to harm the goods.
Ding Can, as one of their kind, faces the same risks, so the props will be effective.
"Everyone be careful!" she said quickly. With Ai Bao around, she couldn't explain too much.
Ai Bao looked over in the direction of the sound and noticed the tags under the shelf. He raised his eyebrows slightly and didn't care about the reminder.
The surprise of the tag becoming a spirit had passed. When he saw the surveillance video in the afternoon, he thought, it's no wonder that there was no T-shirt among the products appearing in the post.
It turns out that the only thing that truly has consciousness is the tag attached to it.
These low-quality products were not a threat to him. No matter how smart one was, one could only use the inherent properties of the products.
As for the behavior of the cranes using computers to browse the web as seen in the surveillance, Ai Bao preconceived that they must have seen someone demonstrate this before and happened to record it, which is why they can operate it so skillfully.
He did not see Xia Jialian's amazing operation the night before, and he was overconfident, thinking that it was already the limit for the product to be able to integrate all the production evidence of the unscrupulous factories.
Apart from this, there will be no more major disturbances.
What I have to do next is very simple. I just need to prevent future troubles and eliminate all these products.
I was waiting for the Consumers Association to issue a statement that the rest of the products had passed the tests, and I was completely relieved.
As the group extricates itself from the scandal, perhaps the brand's reputation will become more famous, and more and more customers will come to the stores.
As for those customers who were attracted here... Ai Bao snorted coldly.
These people always buy cheap goods in stores, so they inhale harmful substances and have health problems, which is their own fault.
Who made them turn a blind eye to the real good things and settle for second best just for the sake of trying to get a small bargain?
Then I might as well follow this mentality and make products that meet their psychological expectations.
As long as you are willing to trace the origin of the product, you can find out the current status of the user.
Whenever he saw someone getting sick and seeking medical treatment, Ai Bao felt happy from the bottom of his heart, and finally had a sense of pleasure of successful revenge.
As for these ants in front of him, they actually tried to shake him.
"You've put in so much effort, but in my opinion, it's all in vain. You can't compete with me at all."
Ai Bao used local materials and walked straight to the sporting goods area, where a row of balls were hung on the wall.
He even had the mood to try out the baseball bats on the shelf one by one and pick out the most suitable one.
The surface is made of a alloy material. There is a slight knocking sound when the fingertips touch it, and it feels very heavy when you weigh it.
It is most suitable as a striking tool.
His outfit itself has a somewhat noble temperament, and it is actually a bit inappropriate for his slender fingers to hold the baseball bat.
But looking at the whole picture, it is not as disharmonious as imagined, but instead adds a bit of sharpness.
Ai Bao only used three fingers to wrap around the spherical stop point, holding the relatively lighter other end and slightly controlling the direction.
The other end was placed on the floor and dragged forward. The baseball bat and the tile floor were both relatively smooth, and when they rubbed against each other, a teeth-grinding sound was made.
I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine after hearing this.
With every step closer, the products' breathing becomes faster.
The function of a baseball bat is to catch a baseball thrown at high speed. When the baseball is flying towards you, in order to catch it accurately, you need to instantly burst out a very large impact force.
Ai Bao chose this, probably because he wanted to smash the goods directly.
Any products with a fixed shape and structure that cannot be deformed will suffer irreversible damage.
"Who should I start with first..." Ai Bao held the baseball and tapped the ground a few times, but did not make any substantial movements.
"We're all civilized people. I think it's better not to get violent. I'll give you a chance. Tell me who first suggested posting this. I'll put all the other products away and just keep them in the warehouse. At least they can stay popular for a long, long time."
It sounds like neither of them is a good way out. If you spend the rest of your life living in a dark warehouse, what is the point of existing?
He asked questions for a long time, but no one said anything.
The merchandise in the store is all integrated, and no one will sell Xia Jialian and the others directly.
Ai Bao tutted, his impatience becoming more apparent. "My patience has its limits, okay? It's still early in the morning, so how about I kill one of the products every five minutes?"
As he was speaking, he suddenly picked up the bat with his right hand and swung it to the side. The bat was long and narrow, and combined with the length of his arm, it was just enough to knock a vase off a nearby table.
The round body of the vase shattered into pieces the moment it fell to the ground, and the sharp sound irritated the nerves of every customer.
Fragments flew everywhere, some of them directly hit the goods, and some timid ones were so scared that they huddled together.
The football player still stood firmly at the front, not doubting the truth of Ai Bao's words at all. If no one responded, he would really catch everyone present.
He maintained a steady voice: "We all discussed this together. There's no such thing as who should be the first to propose something."
Regardless of whether Ai Bao believes it or not, it should at least be able to attract some of the firepower.
Ai Bao really stopped, his tone slightly bewitching. "Really? But the post is so long, there must be a product that can come out and type. I want to know who that person is. Can you tell me? Don't lie to me. I know that learning human behavior is not easy."
He also felt that all these things could not be accomplished with just one product, so he did not question the Footballer's words at the first time.
After Ai Bao finished speaking, he played the surveillance footage that had been transferred to his mobile phone for everyone to see.
The surveillance camera did not record any sound, only the images of the goods moving.
In particular, the camera facing the cash register captured the four tags bouncing on the table very clearly. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the products were passing through them to capture the information they wanted.
Ai Bao was playing a video in his hand, but his eyes were roving among several tags.
The reminder just now came from one of them. He had already seen the new goods in the store. Judging from the time, the abnormal situation began to appear after the batch of new T-shirts they were in arrived.
Even if the product did not answer his question, Ai Bao speculated that it was related to the tag.
"Why don't you tell me about your experience? I haven't seen products like this in a long time."
He knelt on one knee, seemingly trying to lower his posture, but his expression didn't indicate any sincerity.
Since he had already been suspected, there was no need to hide it anymore. Xia Jialian stared over.
"You mean, have you ever seen anything similar to ours?"
There is precedent for commodities developing consciousness. Perhaps a long time ago, Ai Bao had encountered the fact that commodities became spirits, so he did not seem surprised.
"Now I'm asking you questions." Ai Bao shook his head slightly. He felt that it was a bit offensive that the tag interrupted him, but then he thought of something fun.
"They just protected you guys. It's obvious that they are very loyal. Now it's time to test you."
Ai Bao held the baseball bat in his hand and watched the movement, aiming at the goods in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"I've checked with the factory. Even if we start counting from the time you were manufactured at the cardboard factory and then delivered to the garment factory, it only took about two weeks for us to hear about the fabric problem."
"What's more, it's only during the final packaging process that you're taken out by the workers for counting and then hung on the clothes."
He couldn't understand how the tag managed to absorb so much information about the human world in such a short period of time, as it stayed in a sealed cardboard box most of the time and only appeared for a few moments.
In a sense, there is not much difference between the way a product that has been given consciousness and the way a newborn looks at the world.
It takes a long time to understand human daily behavior, and it takes even more effort to understand the extended areas of application of electronic tools.
But if we want to know the truth and pry words out of their mouths, we still have to rely on the sympathy between these poor commodities.
Not only does it look low-level, but even after observing and trying to understand human emotions and psychology, what we learn are the most fragile and useless ones.
Ai Bao held the baseball bat in one hand and tapped it lightly in the palm of his other hand.
"Tell me all your opportunities. If I'm not satisfied, I'll start with one of them."
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