A Million Possible

Magic Research Institute.

"Information receiving device?"

Cheng Lin repeated the term, and at the same time began to recall the structure of the six-core puppet. As far as he knows, the creation of psionic technology is often not as "complex" as an electronic product, or in other words, its complexity is other. A Realm is not a complex pile of thousands of parts that can be seen with the eyes.

Among them are three areas that are more important. One is the "local computing core", similar to the brain of the Radiant Knight, but this part is not installed on the head, but somewhere in the chest.

The second is the "power core card slot", which is used to fill energy, at the waist.

The third is the information receiving device, which is a bridge that connects the "local computing core" and the "control center". Signals are transmitted through this bridge to activate and manipulate the puppet.

It is this device that Wu Mingxun mentioned is seriously damaged.

Seeing Cheng Lin stunned, Wu Mingxun thought he did not understand, so he patiently explained the main structure of the puppet to him, so that he had a clear and intuitive understanding. After the explanation was completed, he said: "The rest of the core is zero. The components are not severely damaged. We can use it normally after the connection. Only this signal receiving device is impossible to start at all. But if this part cannot be repaired, the rest of the repair work will also lose its meaning. It is an extremely serious loss."

After speaking, Professor Wu looked over with expectation, "I think about it, and feel that now this important task related to national strategy can only rely on you."

Cheng Lin subconsciously stepped back two steps, squeezing out an ugly smile: "Dean Wu...I am weak for such an important task, so please ask me to be smart."

Wu Mingxun didn't speak after hearing it, but just gently pressed a certain controller in his hand, and the alloy door closed automatically.

Cheng Lin: "..."

He sighed helplessly. Just as he was about to say something, he listened to the old scholar's heartfelt words: "You don't have to be psychologically burdened. To tell you the truth, we really can't do anything about it. We have tried all kinds of plans. I don’t know how many joint meetings of the academy in the imperial capital were held, and finally I found you. You can operate with confidence, even if it’s useless, don’t let you take responsibility.”

"I don't have to take responsibility? Is the repair broken?" Cheng Lin glanced at him.

"It doesn't matter if the repair is broken." Professor Wu didn't dodge his eyes, and said seriously, and at the same time stretched out his hand to hold Cheng Lin, actually is not afraid of him running, but expresses his emotions in this way.

Cheng Lin was silent.

Seeing this scene, he already knew that the other party might really be out of control, and when he came to him, there was quite a bit of meaning to be a dead horse doctor in it.

Looking at the closed door and the old man's silver hair glowing under the lamp, Cheng Lin finally sighed and said, "Then I have to sign a disclaimer before I start, or I won't do it."

Wu Mingxun finally laughed after hearing this. The wrinkles on his face spread out, like a flower. He let go of his hand and said, "Okay! It's up to you."

With these words, Cheng Lin relaxed a lot, and then began to look curiously at the six-core puppet that looked like a dead thing, and asked suspiciously: "It's okay to try, but... can I do it? After all? I am a refining technique, not a mechanical repair..."

"I think it's possible," Professor Wu explained with a smile, "Didn't I ask you to collect data on refining? Item’s damage is repaired. Of course, the effect is still not as good as yours. After analysis, we found that the magic left by Cheng senior is not much different from the ability... It is also constructed in some form of Spiritual Qi field. To achieve a certain effect, but this refining technique is very magical, it seems to be able to achieve a certain effect similar to'rebirth from a severed limb.'"

"Rebirth from a severed limb?"

"Yes, just use your black flame to burn the damaged field pathway, and then the pathway will re-grow along some kind of trace that we can't observe."

As he said, probably because he might not understand, Wu Mingxun pulled him to the table, took out a piece of white paper and a pencil, drew a five-pointed star on it, and then erased part of the five-pointed star with an eraser.

"You see, this is like a damaged device. Part of the pattern is damaged. We can't restore it without knowing the drawing. But your refining technique can do this to a certain extent. It automatically draws the erased part." The old scholar pointed his finger on the piece of paper and said.

Cheng Lin's eyes reveal the color, and immediately said: "Then let's try it now?...Well, where is the signal receiving device?"

He naturally knows the position, but he can't show it here.

"follow me."

Wu Mingxun is also a decisive and neat person, directly pulling Cheng Lin back to the "foundation" in the center of the room.

Cheng Lin looked at the pattern on this foundation stone, and suddenly moved in his heart, pretending to ask casually: "Dean Wu, what is this pedestal...?"

"This, it's a charging device." Wu Mingxun replied casually, and then turned around to get the ladder and tools, so he naturally didn't notice the look of consternation on Cheng Lin's face behind him.

Rechargeable device?

Cheng Lin's heart beats faster, and the power core he owns is not much left. After seeing the use of it, the five-core puppet will become a pile of scrap iron. At this time, he suddenly heard about the charging, of course he went on. Heart.

With his excitement, Cheng Lin asked: "Charge? Isn't the power of the altar guard provided by that kind of crystal? This... I think this pattern is a bit like the pattern carved on the floor in the altar projection, but it is more than That's a lot simpler."

Wu Mingxun nodded and said: "What you said is not wrong, um, let’s make an analogy. If that kind of crystal is a battery, then this thing under our feet is a charging stand, which can absorb spiritual ore or naturally absorb the air. The psionic energy of the guard is charged. As for the picture, this is also part of our restoration. The array carved on the floor of the altar originally carries many functions. We have carried out rubbing and research to extract this charging array. Oh, it’s easy to say, but for this thing, we only spent eight figures."

As he said, the old scholar took a ladder over, and Cheng Lin hurriedly walked over to take it over, "I'll come and I will come, where is the ladder?"

"here."

Wu Mingxun pointed to the direction. Then, the ladder was placed on the body of the Glory Knight Commander. Wu Mingxun climbed two steps along the ladder, holding a small silver hammer in his hand, somewhere on the right side of the knight’s “heart”. The position was tapped lightly, and then a "click" was heard in the quiet room.

A piece of originally tightly fitted breastplate bounced open, revealing a piece of burnt black metal stained with smoke.

"That's it, you... Kobayashi?"

Professor Wu stepped on the ladder and lowered his head and saw that Cheng Lin was wandering. He shouted and laughed, "What do you think?"

"Ah... I didn't think about anything," Cheng Lin returned to his senses, smiling, "I just thought that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, don't our research institute have a holiday?"

...

...

"Liang Pi, didn't you say that the distance is very close? How far has this run out."

Demon City, under the dark sky, Song Xianzhen stood under the street lamp beside the street, looked at Liang Pi who was walking out of the shop, and said.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. How can we not eat mooncakes? According to the current situation, we can't rest all night tonight, let alone a holiday. It's okay now, especially when it gets dark at night, once the goal starts to act, let's I'm afraid I won't even have a chance to eat dinner. Of course, I don't care, but we always have to bring some for Deputy Secretary Cao and the others."

Liang Pi carried two large boxes of moon cakes in both hands. The packaging was exquisite, and they seemed to be of great value. When he said that, he suddenly smiled and said, "Although this restaurant is slightly more expensive, it has absolutely no taste, so I brought them back to eat. Maybe our internship appraisal score can be ascending one more rating."

Song Xianzhen sighed helplessly, holding the warm lunch, and said, "The last sentence is what you think."

Liang Pi smiled and didn't explain.

But the female student next to him hesitated and said, "With Deputy Secretary Cao’s character, he won’t be evaluated because of these influences. I heard that he is the most severe. After Xu Dong was caught by him last time, I heard that the whole person was abolished. NS."

"Don't mention him, it deserves to be abolished," Liang Pi was a little unhappy when he heard the name, and the three of them stepped back. He sighed: "The black side is implicated, this kind of thing is more than guilty, but it is us. He wipes his butt...I don't know what's going on there, whether things can develop in the direction we expect, if we get rid of it, then there will be fun."

"Hey." After hearing this, the girl couldn't help sighing, then turned to look at Song Xianzhen next to him, but saw that his face was only serious, "Aren't you worried about this? I really didn't expect that we would even want to go out for an internship. Participating in this kind of case, I heard that the internships of students from other colleges are just doing simple arrests of Rogue Cultivators."

"What is there to worry about? Just do your best," Song Xianzhen pursed his lips, showing a firm look on his green face, "Besides, we are the second hospital."

Yes, the second college, the faculty is fully ahead of other colleges.

Liang Pi glanced at him, and suddenly smiled in agreement: "Yes, we are the second court."

However, after a pause, his smile suddenly collapsed and said, "But I still want to take a holiday!"

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ps: This chapter was written on the train. The poor network signal made me want to curse.

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