Chapter 172: Secret Nan Qi...is also...Number 7. ...
Keppel followed the waiter out of the Fengshenghelilou.
Standing in front of the main building, Keppel looked at the plaque of Fengshengheli Tower for a long time before turning around and leaving with a serious expression.
In the two-story building in the backyard of Fengshengheli Building, the waiter who had ushered Keppel in stood before the owner and asked with a smile, "Can he really be trusted?"
The host slowly took off his gloves, revealing a pale, slender hand that was completely bloodless. He looked at his hand and chuckled, "The point isn't whether I believe it or not, it's that he does."
The waiter sighed. "What do you think he was thinking? He suddenly threw everything at you and went off to explore some white hole. I don't know if he found anything, but I know he fell asleep and was captured."
The host hooked his finger at the waiter, and as the waiter leaned closer, he ruffled his hair. "He always has his reasons for doing things. Let's just follow his instructions."
The waiter pursed his lips. "I know. I just miss him. Has he really forgotten us? Will he really be different from us in the future?"
The host didn't answer. He just rubbed the waiter's head again and said with a smile, "Don't think about it. He created us, so he won't abandon us. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent Keppel to find us. Go and do your work. Don't let your thoughts wander."
The waiter nodded and tiptoed out of the building.
After the door was closed, the host stood up and walked towards the second floor, taking off the mask and the white gauze covering his eyes as he walked.
The face, which was always covered by a mask, was so white that it could not see the light. The pair of blue eyes were as transparent as inorganic glass, flashing with an inexplicable cold light.
The second floor of the small building is not designed as a common bedroom or bathroom, but a large workshop.
The workshop is filled with limbs, torsos, and heads of various sizes, arranged in categories. In addition, there are small parts such as eyeballs, teeth, ears, and hair, just like a bionic robot doll production factory.
The only difference is that the faces of the dolls here are different. They are not mass-produced in factories, and there are no obvious labels of bionic dolls.
The poster quickly walked to the shelf where the heads were placed, accurately found the "head" he wanted, carried it to the island in the middle of the workshop, and quickly took back the blue eyes and teeth, ears and hair.
Then, he carefully pressed these parts onto the "head" he had chosen and made careful adjustments. An hour later, a face exactly like his appeared before his eyes.
The poster smiled, and seemed very satisfied with his work. He stretched and shook his shoulders and neck, as if he was a little tired from maintaining the same posture for a long time.
After doing all this, the poster reached out his hand to the back of his waist. He didn't know where he pressed, but he heard a very tiny click. The poster's neck suddenly tilted 90 degrees on his shoulder, and it looked like it was completely broken.
Breaking the neck is fatal for any race, but the poster did not show any sign of pain. Instead, he stretched out his hand and turned his head to the other side.
After another tiny click, the poster used both hands to straighten his head, and then pulled hard!
This time the sound was clearer. The sound of the mechanical buckle being opened hit the wall of the workshop and bounced back to form an echo. The head that was originally on the poster's shoulder fell into his own hands.
Under the warm orange light, a headless body stood, holding its own head in its hands, and the head's eyes were still moving. This kind of weird scene seemed to be only seen in movies and TV dramas before, but it happened to the author of the post.
The headless body placed the head with moving eyes in front of him, then picked up the head he had just made and "put" it on his shoulders.
He didn't seem to make any special movements. He just bent it left and right as before, and the head was installed.
The poster shook his shoulders and neck, and the head opposite showed a satisfied smile. Then, like a doll with the battery removed, the light in its azure eyes went out and turned into a gray-blue glass ball, and the smile on the corner of its mouth also fell.
On the other hand, the gray-blue eyes of Xin's installed head lit up and turned into azure blue. The corners of his mouth curved upwards, and he coughed lightly twice, and the sound came out smoothly.
The poster nodded with satisfaction, picked up the "scrapped" head, took it to the operating table on the side, dismantled it bit by bit, and finally threw it into the grinder to grind it into pieces before turning off the lights and leaving the workshop.
The lights downstairs scattered at the stairs, making the owner's blue eyes more transparent. He walked down the stairs step by step, walked through the living room, went out of the door, and finally disappeared into the yard.
*
When Keppel returned home, Aiyou had not yet returned. Since he had recovered much better, Aiyou could trust him more and devote more energy to what they wanted to do.
After instructing the housekeeper not to let the bugs disturb him, Keppel returned to his room alone.
He sat on the bed and kept thinking about the news that the owner of Fengshengheli Tower had given him for free. After a long while, he sighed, "They are all intelligent and self-aware. How is this possible?"
The Empire had possessed the Mastermind for 20,000 years, and aside from Lily, he had never seen any other intelligence develop independent consciousness. If memory served him correctly, the black market had existed for 10,000 years, and the Wind-Sounding Heli Tower also existed.
In other words, intelligence had already developed independent consciousness at least ten thousand years ago.
The outside world doesn't know this because these intelligent consciousnesses are hidden in the bodies of bionic dolls that are completely invisible to the naked eye. They live as if they were flesh-and-blood beings and even start businesses.
Any one of these things alone would be an earthquake-level event, not to mention that so many things are integrated together, which is really difficult for Keppel to digest.
When he thought about what the OP said, that he had lived for tens of thousands of years and that he would change his body every 200 years, his scalp went numb.
No wonder Fengshenghelilou knows everything. If they are all the consciousness of intelligent systems, it would be easy for them to invade unconscious machine intelligence. As long as they want, they can appear anywhere around you and naturally know everything they want.
Taking a deep breath, Keppel put aside the matter of the OP. This was additional information, and he had not read the main information he wanted yet.
I hope this news won't make his pupils tremble again.
After making full mental preparation, Keppel opened the information sent to him by the poster.
However, as soon as he saw the first sentence, he gasped, his scalp went numb, his whole body stiffened, and his heart beat as if it was going to jump out of his throat.
In an instant, cold sweat soaked the clothes on his back.
"How could this be!" Keppel's voice was dry and hoarse, "Nan Qi... is also... number seven."
It's the real number seven...
*
On the outskirts of the Kron Galaxy, on the Allied Forces stationed planet, Nan Qi was in a good mood as he prepared hot pot. Two days ago, the Allied Forces had won a victory and captured several experimental subjects, who were now being held in secret.
Because of the emergence of experimental subjects, the attitudes of those countries that had previously remained silent or criticized the joint fight against living laboratories have changed.
Because in this battle, they saw the experimental subjects' super combat power and cruel nature.
If it weren't for the superb command of General Bai Smellide, they would have suffered more than half casualties before they could withdraw, let alone capture the experimental subjects.
Although they also wanted to ask the commander-in-chief why he seemed to know that there were experimental subjects in the Thieves' Alliance Army, they did not dare to ask when they saw the commander-in-chief's face that looked like a thousand-year-old ice.
After all, they had just rescued them.
Therefore, over the past two days, the coalition army has been in harmony, and Bai has also been quite relaxed. Because of this shock, the thieves' coalition army has also been quiet for a rare time, giving Bai and his men some time to rest and adjust.
Over the past month, Nan Qi felt sorry for Bai because he couldn't eat or sleep well. He tried his best to make the food that Bai liked, but Bai still lost a lot of weight.
So tonight Nan Qi decided to make the hot pot that Bai had mentioned before. It just so happened that Lieutenant General Milne Garcia had also returned, so he decided to treat it as a welcome dinner for Lieutenant General Garcia.
After looking at the time, Nan Qi decided to go out and pick up Lunke.
Ten days ago, Lenk went to the supply star to replenish military supplies and also gave Kepelsong some things. Because there have been many wounded recently, Lenk went to the supply star again this morning to replenish medicines.
Because the trip was only to replenish medicines and not that full, he asked Lenk to help him purchase some food.
Judging from the time, Lunk should have arrived at the parking lot of the stationed planet by now. He was going to get the ingredients he wanted.
Thinking of Bai Chi’s satisfied face, Nan Qi’s steps became a lot lighter.
When they arrived at the anchorage, the supply ship had indeed docked. Lunk was directing the logistics to put things back in place carefully. Seeing Nan Qi coming over, he trotted over and handed Nan Qi the ingredients that Nan Qi had asked him to buy.
Nan Qi patted Lunke's shoulder and said, "Come over for dinner when you're done. We're having hot pot tonight. I made three soup bases."
Lunke nodded. Nan Qi turned to leave and suddenly said, "Um..."
"What's wrong?" Nan Qi turned back to look at Lunke, "Why are you still hesitating?"
Lunke took a few deep breaths and glanced around. Seeing that no living creature was paying attention to them, he asked quietly, "Did His Highness reply to your message?"
Speaking of this, Nan Qi's smile fell and he shook his head: "Not yet."
"Then... is there any movement from Him?" Lunk asked again.
Nan Qi knew who Lun Ke was talking about and shook his head: "No, maybe something delayed him. Let's wait a little longer, if..."
What should we do? Nan Qi was stunned for a moment, and at that moment he had the idea of asking Number Seven directly.
Naturally, he couldn't say this. Lunke was still waiting for Nan Qi to say what to do, but he saw Nan Qi lost in thought. Then he turned around and said to him, "Let's talk about the future later. I'm going back first."
Lunke was stunned by Nan Qi, but since Nan Qi didn't say anything, he couldn't ask. He felt very uncomfortable and upset.
Looking at Nan Qi's receding back, Lunk regretted very much that he did not ask Prince Keppel directly when there was a signal from the supply planet. He just hoped that news would come from there soon, and it would be good news.
Sighing, Lenk went back to watching the soldiers carry supplies.
At the same time, after ten days of analysis, Pu Bo finally completed all the tests on the tube of blood that Keppel gave him.
Looking at the test report in his hand, Pu Bo's heart beat faster and he wanted to call Keppel on the spot.
After turning around a few times, Pu Bo forced himself to calm down.
"Yes, I want to memorize all the information in my mind and delete it all." Pu Bo said to himself.
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