Chapter 223 On paper and off paper
"Tarzan of the Apes is a hammer, that's an 'exoskeleton'." Mu Daxian squinted his eyes, golden light flowing in the slits of his eyes, "Since 1999, many forces have been developing exoskeletons powered by extraordinary power..."
But...why would the school let such a person in? Is it because of lax censorship... or for some other purpose? "
Mao Feiyang pondered a few words about exoskeletons, and his expression suddenly became strange: "Brother Xian, does this thing... really exist?"
Mu Daxian looked at Mao Feiyang with a strange expression: "Are you an alien? Are exoskeletons rare?"
"In the early days of the establishment of the campus, the official sent many soldiers to wear exoskeletons. Their influence was reflected in the early construction of the campus. However, due to a decision-making error, the official sent soldiers to escort some secret weapons to explore the black art building. In the end, they were all damaged." In a field woven by extraordinary power, weapons on the technological side are like a joke..."
"So, the forces headed by companies began to study "extraordinary weapons", which is to use scientific power to apply part of the "extraordinary power", so as to realize a combat method in which people with strong physical fitness carry exoskeletons carrying extraordinary power."
"It is simply called...'enchanted' weapon."
"The person just now... was wearing something similar, but this kind of technology is not yet mature, at least not mature enough in the 21 years since I joined the school..."
"Hiss..." Mao Feiyang took a deep breath.
"What's wrong?" Mu Daxian looked at Mao Feiyang puzzled.
"It's nothing..." Mao Feiyang shook his head, touched his little head and muttered in a low voice, "21 years ago...there was a company that mainly built exoskeletons? Is it because I'm crazy, or...I have lost my memory..."
He looked at Mu Daxian strangely. After hesitating for a few times, he couldn't help but said: "Brother Xian... what did you do before you entered the school?"
"I definitely didn't believe this before, but now...I might believe it a little bit." Mao Feiyang said seriously, "So, even Gundam can't destroy the nocturnal species in the Art Building?"
"You really fucking believe that I can drive a Gundam?" Mu Daxian said scornfully, "I've tried to fight the Gundam before, but I've never driven it."
"Okay..." Mao Feiyang spread his hands.
Mu Daxian said: "But don't be too optimistic. Even if you really drive the Gundam, it will be useless to come here."
"When the level of a certain force is strong enough to distort the three dimensions, then anything attached to the three dimensions cannot effectively attack it."
Mu Daxian paused, looked at Mao Feiyang, and asked: "Are you afraid of the patterns drawn on the paper?"
Mao Feiyang was speechless.
"If you are afraid, you can tear off the paper." Mu Daxian added, "Even if you tear off the paper, do you still need to ask if you agree with the pattern?"
Mao Feiyang was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.
"Let's go, keep looking for the light bulb, there's only one left to go." Mu Daxian withdrew his gaze and patted Mao Feiyang's shoulder.
Mao Feiyang stood up in a daze and followed Mu Daxian silently.
While walking, he suddenly asked: "Brother Xian..."
"You said."
"Are the angel sculptures... drawn on paper?"
"Yes."
"Are the angel sculptures still just on paper?"
"On paper, and it's just a larger pattern at best."
"Then... what about "angel"? "
""Angel", it's still on paper. "
"What about Him?"
"Let's put it this way, on the same piece of paper, the angel sculpture is a bicycle, the "angel" is a motorcycle, and He is a supercar. Although the levels are distinct, at least they are all on the paper. "
"Hey...Brother Xian, how do you know which Him I'm talking about?"
Mu Daxian said speechlessly: "This is the limit of your knowledge. The 'He' you call is the guy we met last night who was chased by angels... And the first 'He' I just mentioned is the thing outside the paper."
“Because there is no more ta that can be used, so as long as it is strong enough to recognize, To us, the concept of TA is almost the same. "
"Humans can crush ants, and tanks can also crush ants. For ants, based on the fact that they can crush themselves, there is no difference between humans and tanks, but the problem is that in the eyes of tanks, there is actually not much difference between humans and ants."
Mao Feiyang felt his scalp numb when he heard this, and the chill was running behind his back.
The same goes for Lin Yi.
At this moment, he really felt how small he was.
It seems that in the face of that level of existence, the boundaries between life and death are blurred, because the life and death that you care about may not matter at all in the eyes of the other person.
logtztzced bar ash torpedo | I have passed by your world unintentionally, and your whole world has been destroyed.'
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But the sea does not need to launch a tsunami at all, it only needs a small wave to smooth out the sand fortress.
The Laughing Angel is almost unsolvable for them, but they can only get the commandment that "those who cover the fog and chase the light will eventually become phantoms"... emmmm... This commandment does not seem to be for angel sculptures, but Mao Feiyang thinks that it may be close.
No matter how powerful and terrifying it is, it is just an insect chasing the light of fire like a moth...
Small and sad.
Thinking of this, Lin Yi suddenly no longer felt that the Laughing Angels were so scary, they were just sad wretches.
Hmm...compared with them, I really don’t even have the qualifications to be fucking miserable.
It’s too small.
One is small and sad.
One is small and ridiculous.
A small thing cannot even control its own life or death.
Hah.
"Hey..." Lin Yi sighed quietly.
At this time, Mu Daxian's voice sounded in his ears.
Mu Daxian received the fourth petrified light bulb into a cloth bag, and then started to leave the deep forest with Mao Feiyang.
It was getting late at this time, and the light at dusk made the shade in the depths of the dense forest extend outward, followed by some vague mountain mist.
Mu Daxian is a talented and bold man. Although the fog has covered his calves, he is still calm and composed, like an explorer walking in the tropical rain forest.
Mao Feiyang, on the other hand, gradually began to get closer to Mu Daxian as time went by, fearing that something might happen accidentally.
The humanoid sculpture that was a little closer to the shade had already made some subtle movements, as if it had sensed the presence of Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang. There was always a tendency to want to look at them, so a subtle "creak" sound began to be made from the neck.
"Don't worry about them." Mu Daxian reminded, "Always remind yourself that they can't see us."
"The fluctuation range of sculpture-level dummy's "sensing" ability is very large, but it will not be higher than that of the lowest art student... Your information depth is higher than it. Even if it senses you, it usually does not dare to do anything to you. "
Mu Daxian explained patiently.
“First of all, we are all polluters of extraordinary power, and we are born from the same roots, so why rush it... As I said to you before, our essences are similar, except that we are "living" polluters, and they are "alive" in their own definition, but they are "dead" in our definition. "
"Secondly, just like the law of the animal world, their level of pollution is not as good as ours, so just like pigs and dogs are afraid of tigers and leopards, unless we reveal a huge flaw, they will not be able to attack us."
Hair is flying. Dongfei nodded understandingly: "Then what if we accidentally interact with them?" Mu Daxian raised the sculpture arm in his hand and said lightly: "Then kill them. The immortality of the group does not mean the eternity of the individual, do you understand?"
“It seems... I understand a little bit.” Mao Feiyang responded.
"Hey, you will gradually understand these things. If you encounter more "incidents", you will become an experienced driver." Mu Daxian said with a smile.
Mao Feiyang subconsciously asked: "Is it...that all those who have not become experienced drivers have died?"
Mu Daxian's mouth twitched slightly: "You kid's enlightenment Sex is really easy to flourish in such a tricky angle... Ahem, yes, the only ones who can survive on the battlefield are veteran drivers. "
"There are only so many art students in the art building, right?"
"Because there are only a few in total... the "metabolism" of art students is very fast, and many of them are freshmen, so we will try to reduce the loss, er, casualties, of the freshmen's combat power, and we will try our best to escort you to grow up."
"But I still want to leave, my roommates are waiting for me..." Mao Feiyang muttered softly.
"I can leave." Mu Daxian glanced at Mao Feiyang, "Art students like me actually have the right to leave, but...for me, basically I will not leave the art building for personal reasons."
"Huh? Why?"
"It may be a bit ridiculous to say it, but it's probably because..." Mu Daxian suddenly stopped and looked at the campus from the hillside.
The campus is built in a mountainous area. You can't actually see the entire campus at a glance, and you can't even see a few teaching buildings. Mu Daxian's eyes seemed to be shining with golden light.
At this moment, a brilliant golden light fell in the western sky. The sun, which had been hanging in the sky for a whole day without even being able to shed a few rays of light, also came to the rolling mountains in the west with some fatigue. It blushed and glowed in the last moments.
It is difficult to tell whether it is the reflection of the setting sun in Mu Daxian's eyes, or the golden glow that belongs to an art student.
"Because..." His tone was very calm, without helplessness or unwillingness, only a long calm, "...some kind of 'responsibility'."
“Responsibility?” Through Mao Feiyang’s eyes, Lin Yi looked at Mu Daxian’s face reflecting the sunset. For some reason, he felt an indescribable sense of sincerity.
Calmness is an illusion, but... even if it is an illusion, we need to try our best to protect it. This is the meaning of the existence of the Art Building. "
"Come with me to take a look at the place where Tarzan dug the hole just now, and then it is time to prepare to report to the teaching building." Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang's shoulder and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Go now?" Mao Feiyang's eyes widened, "Is it time to have dinner now?"
"This meal is enough." Mu Daxian shook his head and said, "In the past few days, I haven't been able to eat anyway. One more meal or one less meal makes no difference."
"Uh... Okay." Mao Feiyang said.
After a while, the two came to the lamppost where Shan Nan had dug a hole.
There are heavy traces of excavation here. Shannan didn’t even plan to fill in the excavated soil again. He probably never thought that anyone would come here.
Perhaps, he didn't care at all about being discovered that there was such a pit here.
Lin Yi didn't feel anything when he was far away, but when he came here, he realized that the pit was not small at all, and was even larger than the buried bag.
Mu Daxian was not concerned about the pit. He found that the dead leaves piled up beside the street light pole had been pushed aside, and there was also a strange symbol on the base, like a specially made mark.
The mark looks like a few circles drawn with white chalk along the pole of the street light pole. Even if you see it, you won't care.
Mu Daxian lightly touched the white circle, squinted his eyes and muttered: "It was already planned..."
Mao Feiyang pondered: "Brother Xian, you mean, someone buried something here and then marked it for Tarzan to come here to pick it up?"
"Hmm... the codename "Tarzan" is too weird. Since he is a male, how about we take the mountain character in Tarzan and give him the codename "Mountain Man"?"
"Don't you think the name 'Mountain Man' is weirder?" Mu Daxian said speechlessly, "Forget it, two-letter names are easier to remember than four, so Shannan will be Shannan."
"I understand, this Mountain Man should be carrying out an organized and premeditated operation. His exoskeleton was not brought in all at once, but in batches."
“This also explains why his exoskeleton is different from what I remember. It should be a modified part. It can be separated into some special mountaineering and camping equipment, protective gear, etc., but it is disassembled and reconstructed in another way. , plus the things in another bag, you can assemble the exoskeleton..."
"Miao wow, there is something."
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(End of this chapter)