Not long after Lin Qiye stood waiting at the entrance of the military airport, he saw a mighty motorcade approaching from a distance.
Xiu Jiu opened the door and got out of the car. Seeing Lin Qiye and others already waiting here, he raised his eyebrows.
"Is everything done?"
"Yeah." Lin Qiye nodded.
"I'm done now, let's go."
Everyone boarded the military plane bound for Shenlong Pass and landed slowly on the tarmac more than an hour later.
Passing through the inner wall of Shenlong Pass, one could see a pixel cruise ship in the docking area, which was very conspicuous in the distance. When Lin Qiye and others came closer and saw its structure clearly, Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan
Both of them opened their mouths in shock.
"Such a big ship, was it sailed in the fog?"
"What kind of material is this? Why are it made of particles?" Baili Pangpang touched the surface of the boat with his hand and clicked his tongue, "Where can I sell this thing? I also want to build a boat..."
"This thing can't be sold. It was made by the Shangxie Guild Master himself." An Qingyu reminded him friendly.
After boarding the ship and opening the door, the pixel cruise ship slowly sailed out of Shenlong Pass and headed straight towards the foggy border not far away.
On the cruise ship, Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan, who were gradually visiting, exclaimed one after another:
"Wine cellar, gym, swimming pool...fuck! And a DJ dance hall?"
"It's bigger in here than I thought."
"What the hell is this Cowherd Companion VIP box? Can I go in and have a look?"
"Wait, what brand is this motorcycle? Why haven't I seen it before?"
"..."
Memorial put his hands in his pockets and leisurely followed Baili Pangpang and others. Hearing their sighs, he could hardly control the raised corners of his mouth.
"This is the 'Dodge Tomahawk', a one-to-one replica of the prototype produced by the American company in 2003. It has ten cylinders in total and can reach a top speed of nearly 700 kilometers per hour... How do you like it? Isn't it handsome?"
"America, 2003?" Baili Pangpang looked at her in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, I almost forgot, in 2003 in your world, other countries had long been swallowed up by the fog... pretend I didn't say anything." Memorial shrugged.
Baili Pangpang stared at her doubtfully for a long time before looking away.
"By the way, can you make anything with your abilities?"
"Basically." Memorial nodded and said,
"All matter in the world is essentially composed of particles. [Pixels] are also a kind of particles, and they are particles that can freely control their size and microscopic physical laws. As long as they are visible to the naked eye, I can compare them one by one.
It can be reproduced, but only if I know the structure and principle of this thing, can it function as it should.
For example, this 'Dodge Tomahawk' can only be made if I master the working principle of every part of it, otherwise it will just be a motorcycle model with the appearance of a 'Dodge Tomahawk' and cannot be put on the road at all."
Cao Yuan looked at the memorial in surprise: "You mean, you have completely mastered the structural principles of every part of this motorcycle? What about this cruise ship? You have mastered all of such a complex large vehicle?"
"As for this ship, I probably only have 70% control over it." He thought to himself for a moment.
"Building this ship requires too much knowledge, covering nearly a hundred disciplines including fluid mechanics, aerodynamics, engineering thermodynamics, etc. I haven't learned some of the more obscure knowledge. Fortunately, I have a whole world of knowledge.
It’s backed by a top-notch engineering team, so it’s pretty easy.”
Lin Qiye and others looked at each other, looking at Memorial as if they were looking at some kind of monster.
At the same age, ordinary people would fail college, but this woman has been able to build a cross-ocean cruise ship on her own by relying on her knowledge.
"Since you can freely control pixel particles and their physical properties, can you turn stone into gold?" An Qingyu asked curiously.
"It's not possible yet. I can't shrink the pixel particles to the point where they can control the fusion of elements. Now I can only shrink them to the molecular weight level at most.
However, using molecular-weight pixel particles to engrave an object can be flawless, but it is very time-consuming. Even if it is an object the size of a thumbnail, it will take at least three days to engrave it."
"I understand, then why don't you try to use 'mysterious' power combined with microphysics to create..."
Listening to the conversation between An Qingyu and Memorial, Lin Qiye, Cao Yuan and others felt their heads were swollen. A simple cruise visit suddenly turned into a profound academic exchange.
However, from this point of view, the lower limit and upper limit of [Pixel]'s ability are very different, and can even be said to be worlds apart.
If only ordinary people get this ability and can use pixels to make a decent pistol, it is already considered good, but if it falls into the hands of an engineering genius who commemorates such horror, then this is a backhand that can create an annihilator.
The abnormal ability of the Star Cannon!
The discussion between An Qingyu and Jiu Mi became more and more heated. Lin Qiye simply turned around and left. If he continued to listen, he would have suspected whether he had an IQ problem.
The cruise ship has entered the fog and headed straight to the headquarters of the Upper Evil Society, [Utopia].
Lin Qiye walked around on the deck, then returned to the room, sinking his consciousness into the mental hospital of the gods in his mind.
…
Lin Qiye wore a white coat and walked along the corridor of the hospital. Nurses came towards him one after another and greeted him respectfully.
"Good morning, Dean."
"Well, morning."
"Good morning, has Dean eaten? Why don't we have some together?"
"Morning, you can eat. I'm not hungry."
"You did great, kid."
"Morning... hmm?"
As soon as Lin Qiye finished speaking, he closed his mouth and looked helplessly at the kind-faced Yelande in front of him.
After saying this, Yelande ignored Lin Qiye, walked slowly forward, and kept talking to himself:
"You did a great job, kid... You did a great job, kid..."
Lin Qiye let out a long sigh.
This time when I returned to the fasting center, I forgot to ask Dr. Li about Yelan's illness. I had to wait until next time when I was free to make a special trip.
Lin Qiye walked through the corridor, walked straight to the dean's office, opened the entrance to the underground prison and walked in.
He entered the hospital this time because he wanted to do an experiment.
In Linjiang City, although Lin Qiye didn't kill any 'mysterious' ones, he didn't forget that when he was in hell before, he killed a large number of contaminated angels and demons.
Angels and demons are also mythical creatures, but they died countless years ago, and their souls are no longer there. What Lin Qiye killed were only corpses controlled by Cthulhu's power...
Then is it possible that the genocide creature he killed with his own hands could become a hospital nurse?
With this thought in mind, Lin Qiye walked to the center of the underground prison.
His eyes scanned the surroundings and he was suddenly startled.
The huge prison was empty, and the image of countless genocidal creatures roaring and hissing in his imagination did not appear.