Stop In The Deep Sea

Early the next morning, before Wang Xin woke up, he heard a banging sound on the door, so he got up and went downstairs to see what was going on.

As soon as the door opened, he saw Chai Hao lying on the threshold with a tired face, shivering from the cold, with dark circles under his eyes comparable to those of a panda.

"Eh? Xiaohao, why are you sleeping at the door? Why don't you go into the house." Wang Xin asked doubtfully.

Chai Hao raised his head weakly and said expressionlessly: "Yeah, why am I sleeping here? Why don't I go into the house? Because I can't get in, brother..."

Wang Xin slapped his forehead fiercely. He wanted to give him the door magnet last night, but was interrupted by Dai Xingyue and forgot about it.

"If you can't come in, why don't you knock on the door?"

Chai Hao pointed to the dent in the door and said, "It's embarrassing to say that I almost broke the door. By the way, why did you sleep so well last night? In the past, I could wake you up when I turned over in bed, but this time Su, I’m freezing to death.”

In order to save energy, the base’s heating is halved at night, and the lowest temperature can reach zero degrees at 2 o’clock in the morning.

Wang Xin also wanted to say, "You can make a call if you didn't hear the knock on the door." But then he thought about it, he couldn't have called himself and didn't hear it, so he took out his phone and took a look. Sure enough, there were more than 80 missed calls, all of which were Chai Hao did it.

"Ahem..." Wang Xin's old face turned red, he coughed awkwardly, and started to blather tactically: "Xiaohao, look, you are about to have a bullet transplant, and you need a strong body. I think it makes sense. It should be the same as ancient martial arts. You have to practice the three volts in the summer and the three nines in the winter. Then last night was regarded as a practice..."

"I'll give you a chance. Treat me to a big meal at noon. Just pretend it never happened." Chai Hao crossed his arms and resisted the urge to hit someone. If he hadn't seen Wang Xin practicing ancient martial arts, he would have done it long ago. .

"Deal!" Wang Xin couldn't bear it when he saw that he was as cold as his grandson.

"No, two meals."

"Young man, I advise you not to go too far!"

"If you don't agree, I'll tell you about peeping in Wu Wu Wu's bath. Wu Wu Wu."

Before he could finish his words, Wang Xin covered his mouth, and the two of them immediately started playing together.

After a simple breakfast, Chai Hao originally wanted to take a good rest and catch up on his sleep. After all, he was going to have a bullet transplant surgery tomorrow and needed to adjust his body to its best condition.

But he suddenly remembered that Xinxia District would hold a "mimetic press conference" today, and he immediately became energetic and his fatigue was gone.

Wang Xin didn't plan to go to see it. He wasn't particularly interested in the press conference, but he couldn't stand Chai Hao's insistence and promised to treat him to a big dinner. In the end, he had no choice but to agree.

The two took the air rail train and came to Xinxia District.

The deep-sea base was contracted to different developers during the construction process, so each region has a completely different style. Compared with other districts, Xinxia District is more like a modern city on land, with distinctive street divisions.

Industry and residents are mixed together so that personnel with various special occupations can respond to emergencies anytime and anywhere. The commercial part is in the middle area between the two.

If Ling Neng Second District, where Wang Xin currently lives, is a comprehensive commercial complex, then Xinxia District has transformed the food economic chain into a snack street, with stalls everywhere and an endless supply of various hawkers.

The streets are bustling with people, and many young people take advantage of their holidays to come to the busy market to buy some products. The products here are very special, and most of them are specialties from the seabed, as well as necessary equipment for long-term living in the deep sea.

Looking at the prices of the goods in the window, Wang Xin was horrified and secretly sighed that the prices were so high that ordinary people like him could not afford them.

After walking along the downtown area for a while, a lot of people suddenly gathered in the square ahead.

A stage was set up among the crowd, with several rows of seats arranged in a fan shape around it. Six large characters were displayed on the naked-eye 3D screen above: Mimicry Changes the World.

Chai Hao said excitedly: "This is it."

Wang Xin stared at the words on the screen, not quite understanding: "What exactly is a mimicry press conference?"

"To put it bluntly, it is a scientific and technological achievements exhibition. This is not the point. The point is that the first batch of people who transplanted elastic mithril will come here to show it to everyone. Wow, it is so cool." Chai Hao's eyes were full of excitement. .

"Moreover, this conference invited many well-known experts in the field of science and technology to witness this historic moment, and those seats were prepared for them."

"Oh, that's it." Wang Xin also became interested immediately. The shock that the Mimic killed the giant starfish last time had not subsided.

So he and Chai Hao squeezed forward and found a best viewing position closer to the stage.

After about half an hour, more and more young people gathered here, and dozens of scientific and technological experts also came and took their seats. Wang Xin took a quick glance, but did not find Nie Huaijun.

But this is normal. Dr. Nie has always been dedicated to scientific research and has a heavy workload every day, so he rarely participates in such publicity activities.

The host turned on the Tianyin Microphone: "Friends, the long-awaited elastic mithril transplantation technology has finally made historic progress today. We will witness together that the world has changed due to mimicry. This conference is hosted by Jointly organized by Chenyuan Biotechnology and Jiuyi Technology..."

At the same time, the screen at the back began to play the scene of Quan Henan killing a giant starfish a few days ago. The effect was very realistic, as if he was actually there.

The advertisement of Buji Danyin Transplant was done well, and the host was very experienced. A few simple opening sentences instantly heightened the atmosphere of the scene.

The audience applauded enthusiastically.

At this time, the square was already crowded with people, and the noisy chatter even overshadowed the host's introduction.

Under the introduction of the host, five men and five women took the stage one after another and began to show their results.

However, these ten people were all novices at first glance, and they were completely incomparable to Quan Henan that day.

A few people could only control the bullets to cover their hands, and the most powerful one could barely cover their forearms. These were very rudimentary operations, but even so, they still spent a lot of effort. Within minutes, sweat had soaked my clothes.

One of them, a girl with a relatively thin body, even almost fell down after completing the mimicry movements. She weakly held on to the billboard on the side to prevent herself from falling.

How can this satisfy the audience's appetite? It's like a part-time joke.

"Where did you hire this actor from? It's so insincere!"

"Yeah, such a rudimentary form of mimicry, isn't it fooling people?"

"We want to see Quan Henan!"

Just as everyone was in an uproar and disappointed, the host waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then, a burst of smoke suddenly exploded on the stage.

"Bang!"

After a while, the thick smoke gradually dissipated, and the silver-haired Quan Henan suddenly walked out of the thick smoke and appeared in everyone's sight.

The crowd was instantly excited.

"Ah, it's the Fighting Angel Quan Henan!"

The young people in the audience shouted wildly as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood. Even Chai Hao was so excited that his face turned red and his neck was thick. He was so energetic that he could not tell that he had been freezing outside the door last night.

Wang Xin was speechless, secretly thinking that Quan Henan was really good at pretending, why did he have to do these fancy ways of showing up every time?

This person understands the effect of the show, and he has mastered the idea of ​​suppressing first and then rising. In this comparison, he is highlighted as dazzling as a savior.

The next second, with everyone watching, Quan Henan started to activate the mimicry.

After a sound of gears turning, his skin began to change from the back of his neck, and the tiny elastic mithril seemed to be alive, covering half of his head.

The silver mechanical wings suddenly opened, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, and the bearing rotors on both sides rotated rapidly, like a wheel of life, causing strong winds to blow away all the remaining thick smoke around it.

Appreciating it from such a close range will only be more shocking than last time.