Devil Seeds

In a comic agency, a large number of tool people outside are drawing detailed electronic atlases according to the set plot and the sketches of the main creator, and then send them to the modeling team, relying on the established procedures for modeling.

After the modeling is completed, a large number of renderings are performed, and the overall plot can be uploaded to the website. Readers can choose the perspective according to their preferences and experience the entire plot immersively.

Often the same plot, viewed from different angles, will have different experiences.

Greatly prolonging the life and visibility of a work.

It can also be regarded as an alternative official force to kill colleagues.

In the workshop, everything seemed to be in order.

But in the depths of the comic club, there is a group of people gathered together.

Facing a small computer refitted from a government scrapped quantum computer, they waited for a certain result.

The computer screen flickered with rapidly calculated data messages.

Then one face after another, one picture after another was printed out.

"One thousand three thousand four hundred and seventy-five... There are already so many people, and it's not over yet... How many people did they kill, you bastard! How many people did they kill?" With a bang, a young man with red hair punched heavily on the alloy wall, making a fist mark on the wall.

Among the two men who were in charge of manipulating the quantum computer, one of them said without looking back: "Mao Ren! This is just the data of the living body factory we stole, and it may not all be transported to Dongbao City..."

Before the words finished, a fair-skinned girl with long black hair and wearing a school uniform asked with a long knife in a black scabbard, "Have you done a face comparison? Are these people from Dongbao City? Are they settled or sojourners?"

Another man operating the quantum computer said: "It's already being done! The matching rate is over 95%, and it should indeed be the number of people who died at one time this time."

"It seems that this time, the government's action is very big. It is very likely that there will be a strong earthquake on the entire island in the future, and a considerable number of people will 'die' in the earthquake. By creating a natural disaster, it will reduce the burden on the next life-like trajectory calculation."

The fair-skinned girl said, "Can you find a way to expose it?"

The man shook his head and said, "Impossible! The government's information control is very strict. All information that is disseminated will first be filtered in the government's core database. All remarks that are not conducive to government rule will be sealed, delayed, reduced in popularity or deliberately ignored to varying degrees according to the level of threat. It is impossible for our exposed videos to fall into the eyes of ordinary citizens."

"What about the radio station?"

"Antique-style message transmission, not through satellite signals." In the room, an old man in an old suit, with neatly combed white hair and a beard asked.

"That's okay, but there are too few people who still listen to the radio, and it's hard to hide the radio information. As long as you choose to send a message, your stronghold will be exposed, and some people will even be sacrificed." Said the man who controlled the quantum computer.

The old man with whiskers stood up at this moment, and said, "Then let me do it!"

"I still have a set of old-fashioned radio equipment left by my grandfather at home. I have already repaired it a long time ago. I usually gossip and have some listeners."

"In order not to cause trouble for everyone, I will inject blood coagulants in advance. Within half an hour after the broadcast starts, my old bones will die of blood clots."

"No! Grandpa Miyazaki! You can't do this. You are the leader of our organization. Without your guidance, we wouldn't be able to get to where we are today!" The young people in the room all objected.

But the old man shook his head and said: "Someone has to do this. Those who die can't die without making a sound. I'm a useless person. I was obsessed with drawing cartoons in the first half of my life, but I didn't achieve much. When I'm old, I'm alone. It's rare that I got to know you kids."

"Now... let Grandpa Miyazaki do what he likes to do again."

"please!"

After finishing speaking, Grandpa Miyazaki bowed heavily to these young people.

The black-haired girl held a knife and said expressionlessly: "Okay! I'll leave it to you! We will prepare three unmanned radio stations, and use the pre-prepared recordings to distract the government's attention. Grandpa Miyazaki, your radio station will be broadcast live in the RV. We will first plan the mobile route and extend the broadcast time as long as possible, so that more people can know the truth."

"No matter how slim the hope, we must not give up."

"This is not for us, but for those who die forever, unable to speak, and are even insulted by some dirty industrial products." Having said this, Kurokawa clenched the handle of the knife in his hand.

Next comes planning.

There is blood and faith in everyone's eyes.

When the plan is made, it begins to be executed.

After everyone was busy, Grandpa Miyazaki dragged the girl to a corner alone.

"It's impossible for us to go on like this!"

"Hiding in a corner forever, you will never be able to confront those terrible guys head-on."

"We have to find an opportunity to stand up and raise the flag. Call more people to join us."

"I'm sorry Kurokawa! It was my cowardice that affected you, and now... I hope that because of my death, I can bring new vitality to the Dawn Society."

"I have selected a new leader for you, Kurokawa! If you feel unable to support yourself, you can try to contact him." Grandpa Miyazaki said, and handed a note to the black-haired girl.

The black-haired girl took the note, then silently memorized the address on it, and then held it in the palm of her hand.

"Don't be afraid of setbacks!"

"Don't be afraid of failure and sacrifice. Any great cause to fight against darkness will definitely be accompanied by despair."

"But never stop, even if you are stepping on thorns with bare feet, run fast, let the blood spill through the jungle, attracting the attention of wolves and the peeping of tigers and leopards."

"Kurokawa! This is a sentence I left in the manga when I was young. I used to think it was childish, even immature and absurd. But now I give this sentence to you. The world belongs to young people, not to old people. The maturity after getting old will eventually lose to those immature who are not cautious and strict."

Grandpa Miyazaki waved his hand, then turned around like this, straightening his somewhat worn-out suit corners and the tie around his neck.

Then I walked out of the comic club.

A day later, a war without gunpowder quietly broke out.

At the same time, Chu Yuanxiao was listening to the radio with his mother and sister.

Although this is a very old way of entertainment.

But they grew up in such a 'simple' way of entertainment.

All the messages about the non-existent motherland and the forgotten civilizations reached their ears through a small radio station after many twists and turns.

"Bah... Bahah!"

"Welcome everyone to continue listening, this is Radio Mengji, and I am your anchor, Grandpa Miyazaki!"