Chapter 64 "Close Encounters of the Third Kind"
Yang Qiu closed the webpage without saying a word.
No reply at all.
The sugar coating was very thick and the shell inside was also very large. Although Yang Qiu was extremely envious of the sugar coating outside the shell, he could not withstand the firepower now!
Cement production lines and fertilizer production lines are fine, but the cost of the smallest 10,000-kilowatt small thermal power generating unit is tens of millions of RMB. This sugar coating is enough to choke Yang Qiu to death!
The most fucked up thing is "Director Lu"'s undisguised intentions - cement and fertilizer production lines are fine, anyone can operate them after two or three months of training by the African black uncle, and people from other worlds with a basic level similar to that of the African black uncle can be transformed into industrial workers after a little training, but can people from other worlds without even an elementary school diploma operate a thermal power generator?
If we need cement and fertilizer production lines, we cannot do without generators, so do we have to arrange for operators of thermal power generators?
Should the logistics supply routes for coal and coke used for power generation also be arranged?
Do we also need to arrange for personnel to lay circuits and maintain high-voltage electrical boxes?
Even with his eyes closed, Yang Qiu could imagine that if he dared to respond, hundreds of "tool man exclusive" helmet holes would hit him on the head - otherwise, he would put those supporting units in his yard to collect dust? His yard might not even have enough space!
To take a step back, even if Yang Qiu could meet the demand for these hundreds of "tool helmets", he would never agree to it - at that time, the development of the territory would be entirely up to others, and he was not interested in finding another (group of) ancestors for himself.
“Don’t mention that I can’t provide so many helmets right now. Even if I can, I won’t be stupid enough to hand over the initiative to others. Is this guy taking the wrong medicine? This rash behavior is so different from his previous performance—wait!”
Yang Qiu frowned and found that things were not simple.
The original identity of "Director Lu" was just a scientist.
Although we don’t know who is communicating with him through the Internet using the ID “Director Lu”, it must be an organization related to Director Lu’s original identity.
Do ordinary government agencies have the courage to use tens of millions of supplies to attack people?
That can't be possible - some local governments collude internally and externally to embezzle central government funds, and they have to come up with a decent political achievement project, pretend to set up projects and prepare them, and even actually produce results that look like they are worth the money, in order to get away with it; and even if they get away with it at the time, they will inevitably be questioned and investigated later, and then a series of official hats will fall from their hands.
Institutions related to brain science research are so generous that they can use materials worth tens of millions to pave the way for others...
Yang Qiu's expression gradually became subtle: "..."
He himself is an Earthling, and if he thinks about it from his own perspective before he traveled through time, he can almost guess what the people under the skin of "Director Lu" and the organization behind him are thinking...
People's demands are not just superficial ones like asking for helmets, but they are curious about "close encounters of the third kind" and have an urgent need to understand alien life forms other than humans!
The other world, isn’t it just an alien planet?
Ji Tang, Master Liu, Lao Geng and other "spies" came into contact with living people outside the Exile Town in person, and learned that there were other human forces besides the Exile Town and Tarantan. It is absolutely impossible to say that "Director Lu" is not curious about the world where Tarantan is.
In other words, "Director Lu" is no longer satisfied with just doing some painless "PY transactions" and wants to simply and roughly smash open the door to the other world and make him, the "door opener", submit...
Equipment worth tens of millions is nothing. If Yang Qiu dares to give in, he has no doubt that "Director Lu" will support him more actively than he does to play the game of competing for hegemony - it's not that the Chinese don't know how to support agents, they just don't bother to do it.
After thinking through the ins and outs of this, Yang Qiu calmed down.
He could understand Director Lu’s curiosity and thirst for knowledge, but… there was absolutely no “close encounters of the third kind”, there was only a game.
No matter how you interpret it, to me, "Alien World" is just a game!
So Yang Qiu opened the webpage again and replied to the email seriously:
"Dear players, the game "Otherworld" is currently in the intensive internal testing phase, and the public testing date has not yet been determined. Please stay tuned!"
What it means is that the PY transaction has come to a temporary end. There are currently no PY helmets available, and I’m not sure when they will be available. Just wait for news.
When Professor Yin Zhengliang from the expert group saw this reply, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry for a long time.
"You're still very wary." Professor Yin Zhengliang shook his head with amusement.
The identity of the "target" remains unclear. Apart from the fact that the "target" is pro-China and has an understanding of China that requires long-term residence, the origin and life trajectory of the "target" remain a mystery.
It is quite horrifying that even with the intervention of state forces, we still cannot find out how a living person appeared out of thin air in nearly a month.
What’s even more shocking is that after the relevant departments dispatched many elites and adopted various means of surveillance and investigation, they strangely discovered that even if they only followed the “target” for a short distance to a small restaurant 200 meters away for a midnight snack, they could still lose him…
Professor Yin Zhengliang himself has seen the relevant video materials. The people captured in the images taken by the law enforcement recorders carried by the investigators and the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft in the sky are clearly "targets", but when the frame rate of the images is not affected and the investigators and the drones are not interfered with, the people in the images become unrelated passers-by.
Professor Yin Zhengliang has no explanation for this difficult-to-explain phenomenon, and the technical department has not come up with any results either.
In short, no one involved in this secret mission, including the expert group, would ever come up with the muscle-thinking method of "control the person first and then consider other things" - if the "target" was alarmed and disappeared without a trace as quickly as it appeared, no one would be able to take responsibility for it.
"Forget it, there's no rush. Just wait patiently." Professor Yin Zhengliang rubbed his temple.
Lu Yiyun's group of scientists only care about whether the technology on the helmet can be used in medicine. Professor Yin Zhengliang is different . When he saw the "civilian NPCs" and "weird cavalry whose information cannot be identified" in the video taken by Ji Tang, there was only one thought going back and forth in his mind: living aliens.
Compared to players who only care about whether NPCs drop equipment, this professor from the Public Security University sees more:
The "weird cavalry" are not surprised by the instant noodles pressed into cakes with the same specifications and weight, which shows that this world has the concept of products of uniform specifications produced on assembly lines.
Some of the "weird cavalrymen" wore cloth robes, while others wore armor like those in ancient costume dramas; the cloth robes were fine, but the sophisticated armor also showed signs of industrial processing - especially the shoulder armor. The curved shoulder armor made of an unknown alloy was not hand-forged. From the close-up picture taken by Ji Tang, it looked like a one-time hydraulic forging!
It is impossible to confirm the accuracy of these shoulder armors just by looking at the pictures, and it is difficult to determine to what extent the industrial technology in this world has developed, but at least one thing can be proved: this weird world in the "game" does have industrial development!
A world with industry, magic and science coexisting, with undead, humans, demons and monsters - if Professor Yin Zhengliang hadn't rationally known that every helmet in the institute was important, he would have wanted to take one and bind it to "online" himself...
After Yang Qiu sent the reply that made Professor Yin Zhengliang very upset, he didn't care at all about how much headache his attitude caused him. He washed up, ate breakfast, signed for the express delivery slowly... After finishing the miscellaneous affairs on Earth, he changed into the appearance equipment of "Lord Yang" and leisurely returned to the town hall of Exile Town.
In the town hall, there was an extra bed in the small space separated by the closet and the wall.
I bought this cheap single bed at a suburban furniture market, which cost me eight hundred dollars in total, including the bed frame and Simmons mattress.
The owner of this bed is... Alfred Lowell.
Seeing Yang Qiu appearing from the sudden space-time rift, Inspector Lowell showed no strange expression. He just nodded slightly as a gesture and continued to drink his afternoon tea elegantly.
Well... theoretically speaking, it should be Yang Qiu's afternoon tea... oatmeal biscuits, chocolate beans, and red date cakes, all of which are things in Yang Qiu's cupboard.
Not only did he eat and drink Yang Qiu's food, Inspector Lowell also wore Yang Qiu's regular clothes... a simple white shirt and casual pants, the kind that could be put together for at least fifty dollars.
Yang Qiu also nodded calmly to his new roommate and said, "It would be great if you could get used to the life here, Supervisor Lowell."
"Why not? Although they are a bit noisy, the undead of Tarantan are indeed the most abnormal creatures that are most friendly to humans that I have ever seen." Supervisor Lowell put down the cup and looked at Yang Qiu leisurely.
His expression is even more indifferent than Yang Qiu's, and his attitude is more bossy than Yang Qiu's.
Yang Qiu: “…”
Yang Qiu invited the priests to the Exile Town as guests, provided them with food and lodging for a few days, and even paid for their return rations. He did not have good intentions at the beginning.
But Yang Qiu was actually trying to keep Joyce Andre, the "young man"...
When he was over a hundred years old, he was also full of vigor and easily deceived by words like "lofty ideals and noble pursuits". He was confident that he could use the argument that "Exile Town has a better future than Camor" to stimulate Andre's competitive spirit and make him stay.
That's why he had a special discussion with Andre's boss about the "future" - the "young man" Andre is still in a relatively stubborn stage (stubborn, xenophobic, self-righteous people are actually more easily deceived, and once they are deceived, they can't be pulled back even by ten bulls). The same words spoken through his mouth and through Lowell's mouth have different meanings. If he speaks directly to Andre, Andre, who is very wary of him, will first suspect that he has ulterior motives before doubting himself.
I don't know if his performance was too exaggerated, but Andre, whom he favored, led his people away, but the old and unsophisticated Pi Luoweier, who was the same age as him, stayed...
Yang Qiu could only express deep regret for this result - they were all this age, who didn't know who? There was no way he could develop this guy into his own man. He clearly felt that he was "certainly plotting something, making a big plan, and being a AAA-level threat" and that's why he condescended to stay and keep an eye on him. It would be good if he didn't let anyone take advantage of his weakness and do something ruthless.
Of course... Yang Qiu would never hold back just because he was afraid of someone. Even if Lowell was lurking here, watching him closely, there was no reason for him to give up on what he was going to do.
He took off his outer robe and hung it on the coat rack, made himself a cup of instant milk tea, pulled over his usual high-backed chair and sat down face to face with Lowell.
"The undead of Tarantan are different because they have pure new souls and are full of curiosity about this world." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "I like the purity of these undead, but you also know, respected supervisor, the nature of this world is not as simple as the undead think."
Rowell, who was used to Yang Qiu's violent words, was silent for a while...
As for Yang's use of the word "pure" to describe these undead creatures, Lowell really had no objection for the moment - these undead were not as polite and respectful to him as they were to the abandoned people of Kamor.
When Yang was away, he went out to wander around by himself. The undead would walk around the civilians who were cleaning the streets and not disturb them, but would frequently harass him.
Not distinguishing others by their identities, if you insist on saying that it means the soul is pure...it's not impossible.
"It sounds like you intend to teach these undead you summoned how dangerous the world is?" Lowell said with a hint of sarcasm.
"That's right. The dead have forgotten the painful and heavy memories of their lives. They are new lives that are just born and ignorant of this world."
Yang Qiu said in an extremely shameless, yet in a sense very honest, voice: "They yearn for exploration, magic, and power. They look forward to having more powerful powers to eliminate the monsters that compete with humans for living space and protect their homes and people."
"From our perspective, we must acknowledge that this is a great, sacred, and noble goal. As a summoner, I am naturally willing to do my best to tutor these cute little guys."
Rowell: “…”
The expressionless black-robed inspector was numb inside. Fine... you can use words like sacred and great to describe undead creatures as long as you like...
Forcibly suppressing the uncomfortable feeling that made him extremely uncomfortable, Lowell said firmly: "So what are you going to do, Yang?"
Yang Qiu's expression straightened up, and he said solemnly, "I think it's time for the undead to understand what the 'price of power' is."
"Everything I do next is just to let the undead understand the nature of this world. I explain it to you in advance because I don't want you to misunderstand me in the process, respected Inspector."
"After all, I have great respect for the Goddess of Prosperity, and I also have great respect for ascetics like you. It would be a pity if our friendship were to be affected by a misunderstanding."
Rowell: “…”
Let's not talk about when we became friends - what on earth do you want to do to the dead? !
