Black Technology Live Room

As soon as Zhang Zhai finished speaking, the barrage immediately became lively, and all kinds of scrambling words flew in the barrage, and most of them were girls.

"Husband, choose me! I am willing! You can let me be your trustee!"

"Husband, I am fair and beautiful, and I can sing Lolita, Yujie, and mature women, even Tieguanyin!"

"Ah! My husband chooses me! Choose me, I will definitely be chosen by my husband!"

...

Zhang Zhai felt a little helpless, he had seen the fighting power of women, and choosing an audience to cooperate with him, how could it be like choosing a girlfriend?

"Performing magic requires the cooperation of an audience. In order to reflect fairness, we randomly select one..."

Zhang Zhai hadn't finished speaking when a voice interrupted him.

"Grrrrrrrrrrr~"

The stomach is churning, and the temple of the five internal organs is in a mood.

The sound was not too loud, but in the quiet environment of the laboratory, it was exceptionally clear, and the 40 million viewers in the live broadcast room naturally heard it.

Ridiculous:

"The stomach sounds like thunder! God Di is God God, and his stomach growls are extraordinary!"

But it's more about caring,

"God Zhai, you haven't eaten all day, why don't you eat first?"

"I won't watch the magic show, how about Zhai Shengai's live broadcast for dinner?"

"Eat live! Eat live!"

...

Looking at these bullet screens, Zhang Zhai felt a little heartwarming, and the corners of his mouth rose a little bit, revealing a knowing smile.

"Thank you for your concern, but this magic trick is very short, it only takes about ten minutes. After the show is over, there is no rush to eat again!"

Zhang Zhai couldn't wait any longer, and wanted to test whether the neural communicator outside the brain could achieve a perfect control effect through consciousness as imagined.

Although there was pantothenic acid in my stomach, it was insignificant compared to the urgent mood at the moment.

As Zhang Zhai said, he put the main part of the extracerebral neural communicator on the workbench, and there was a button right above the cylinder.

Zhang Zhai didn't press the button immediately to activate the extracerebral neural communicator.

Instead, he looked at the Terminator T800 who sent the extra-brain neural communicator, and he was also part of the experiment.

At this time, there is no shadow in the virtual world, so how could there be a virtual character for him to control, so this Terminator robot has been briefly modified and temporarily becomes the manipulated object.

Zhang Zhai looked at the Terminator, pointed to a chair not far from him and said, "Terminator T800, come here, sit down!"

The Terminator moved at the sound, reached the position at a constant speed, and sat down on the chair.

"Crunch!" After the Terminator sat down, the chair was a little overwhelmed!

Zhang Zhai turned around again, temporarily ignoring the audience's words on the barrage asking him to eat, and said lightly: "Since it's magic, there must be something magical about it, so let me introduce it.

This is a Terminator T800, and everyone must know something about it, so I won’t go into too much detail, but there is one thing, let me repeat, that is the control method of the Terminator.

The Terminator has two control methods, one is direct voice control, and the other is to issue instructions to the Terminator remotely through data transmission.

Do you disagree with this point? "

As Zhang Zhai said, the audience in the live broadcast room also cooperated in posting barrages such as "no opinion" and "totally agree".

Zhang Zhai took a look, and then continued: "And the magic to be performed today is called mind manipulation, using mind to control objects. Everyone believes that I can control the magic trick next to me without doing any action or saying anything. Does the Terminator do anything?"

"Believe it, God Zhai, I believe everything you say!"

"I definitely believe it! God, you said that the moon is going to fall tonight, I believe it!"

"God Zhai! You do what you say! I don't believe that there are things in this world that you can't do!"

...

The barrage made Zhang Zhai dumbfounded, isn't this a very miraculous thing? Why do you all take it for granted?

"Ahem, the effect of the program, everyone cooperates, you understand!" Zhang Zhai coughed and said in a low voice.

As soon as the voice fell, in an instant, the barrage in the live broadcast room changed direction!

"Impossible! How is it possible! Mind control robots! Isn't this a superpower?"

"God Zhai, stop making trouble, how can this be possible! Unless you are a god!"

"Unless the moon falls from the sky tonight, how can such a thing be possible!"

Looking at the barrage, Zhang Di didn't know what expression to make.

"Can it be done? Prove it with facts. First, let's draw an audience and let him issue the order to ensure that I didn't set it up in advance."

"3.2.1. Alright, it's this friend named Xianyu!"

As soon as Zhang Zhai finished speaking, a new video box appeared in the upper right corner of the screen in the live broadcast room, and a 20-year-old young man appeared on the screen.

"Is it me?" Xianyu was a little dazed.

"Yes, that's right, it's you, my salty fish friend." Zhang Zhai said with a smile.

"... I'm finished... I... I was actually drawn..."

Unexpectedly, Xianyu did not show the excitement of being selected, but instead looked depressed and mournful.

"I was actually selected..." Xianyu was about to cry.

"I swore just now that if I was drawn, I would rather be single for the rest of my life, but I didn't expect... just... God! Could it be that I am the fate of a single dog?" Xianyu's grief and indignation drove him crazy.

"Ahem..." Zhang Zhai coughed, "Salted fish, believe in science, there is no theory of fate in science."

"Really?" Salted Fish's eyes showed hope.

"Really, and even if it's fake, it's too late for you now." Zhang Zhai said seriously.

"Pfft!" The second half of the sentence is very heart-wrenching.

...

"First of all, in order to avoid people saying that the Terminator only moved when it heard the voice of Xianyu, please find a piece of paper and a pen for Xianyu, write the request on the paper, and then show it to me, understand?"

"Understood! God Zhai!" Xianyu nodded, not very interested.

"Then, let's start." Zhang Zhai leaned on the chair, facing the workbench, took a deep breath, and resolutely pressed the button.

In the next second, Zhang Zhai felt the two patches on both sides of his temples change. He clearly felt that his temples were numb and swollen.

"Pa-ta!" Zhang Di's hands seemed to have lost their strength, and they hit the workbench directly, and then slowly slid down, hanging on both sides of Zhang Di's body.

Immediately afterwards, the whole body suddenly went limp, as if the muscles had lost their function, as if the spine had lost its support, Zhang Zhai leaned limply on the chair.

This sudden change frightened the audience in the live broadcast room. Zhang Zhai seemed to be paralyzed in an instant.

But before he could wait, the viewers in the live broadcast room sent barrages, and Zhang Zhai said: "The magic begins, you can start, Xianyu."

Zhang Zhai had a smile on his face, as if nothing happened, and the audience in the live broadcast room also breathed a sigh of relief.

"It scared me to death... I thought what was wrong with Zhai God!"

"This voice hurts... God Zhai, are you okay!"

...

The reason why Zhang Zhai did this is because his nerves temporarily lost the ability to control the position below the neck, including the limbs, which is equivalent to temporary paralysis of the whole body.

"Hiss~" Zhang Zhai didn't express anything on his face, but secretly gasped.

"Cut off your body control too quickly and have to improve.

But it is necessary to temporarily cut off the ability to control the body, otherwise when wearing a virtual helmet and immersing in the virtual world, your body will still be the same as the virtual character, running around, which will be more harmful. "

Zhang Zhai was thinking silently, and at this time, Mr. Xianyu also wrote the request on paper and displayed it in front of the camera.

"Get up from your chair!"

"Then, the time to witness the miracle is coming. Without any action or voice control, watch me control the Terminator with my mind."

Turning his head to look at the Terminator on the right, he saw the Terminator sitting on the chair leisurely, but the Terminator's head was also turned to the right.

Zhang Di didn't hesitate, and immediately started to manipulate.

"Wow!" The Terminator stood up from the stool neatly.

And Zhang Zhai performed the operation, just like the usual action of standing up from the chair, it was completely subconscious, and there was no need to deliberate or laborious to imagine.

It's just that Zhang Zhai didn't feel anything during the whole process of standing up, because the Terminator wouldn't give him any feedback.

There is no tactile feeling of footsteps touching the ground, no pressure feeling of standing on the ground with two feet supporting the body.

This is the feeling of light control without feedback, which is a bit disgusting.

I subconsciously feel that I am light and light, of course this is an illusion.

"God Zhai... I thought you were joking? This nima... is too amazing!"

"Damn it! God Zhai! You are serious! You really just stood up like this!"

"I don't believe this is a superpower. Look at the thing on Zhai Shen's head. This is black technology!"

"Consciousness manipulator! Damn it! Definitely a consciousness manipulator!"

"Brain control! God Zhai, is this the black technology you want to broadcast live?"

"Fuck, if this is used on disabled people, wouldn't it mean that people with broken legs can stand up? This is the real magic!"

At this time, Xianyu, who is a lucky audience, also wrote down the second request.

"Control the Terminator and go to the cafeteria to buy dinner for Di Shen."