The "rice bugs" live in large apartments. In order to accommodate more people, the apartment buildings have more than 100 floors, and the upper and lower floors are all controlled by elevators. It is conceivable that if a disaster occurs, the people living in them have almost no chance of survival.
But this is meaningless to Cheng Ying. He can easily delete the strongest fortress. Whether the defense is weak or not has no meaning to an existence with infinite attack power.
"Is this John's house?" Suspended more than seventy floors away, Cheng Ying knocked on the window. There was a rush of excitement in the room. Women's complaints and men's curses could be vaguely heard. They often had nothing to do.
It’s not difficult to understand why you can do this kind of double exercise that is good for your physical and mental health.
"Damn it! Who is it! Which practitioner is so incompetent? I will sue him! Sue him until he is bankrupt!" The middle-aged Huang Mao walked out cursing, with a very ugly expression on his face.
"Hey! Calm down, I am the special correspondent of the Foundation's Emergency Investigation Bureau. I suspect that you are related to a vicious terrorist attack. Please accept the investigation!" Cheng Ying took out a temporary work permit.
Information about the photo ID flashed on John's retina for the first time: "Damn it! SSS-level confidentiality matter! This is impossible! Sir, I think you must have made a mistake, I am just an idle person... hmm
...Artist, how could I be the culprit of planning a terrorist attack!"
"No, you don't understand, art is an explosion!" Cheng Ying said seriously, entering John's room through the glass as if passing through a layer of water. Even if this world has magical power, the scene in front of him still breaks common sense.
John had to believe it wasn't a prank.
"Listen to me! There is a monitor installed in my room, and my actions for 24 hours are recorded. If you don't believe it, you can call up the monitor. I really didn't do anything!" John tried his best to defend.
"Everything has been recorded? Including the records in your bedroom?" Cheng Ying showed an interesting expression. The living conditions at the bottom of this world seemed good, but the status seemed even more humble.
"Yes, with your authority, you have the right to view this part of the video." John's face looked ugly. No one would like to let others enjoy a reality show with his wife.
"Relax! You don't have to pay legal responsibility for this, and I have no interest in your wife who is randomly assigned by the system.
But you, including your family, are the biggest suspects in this terrorist attack on the Holy Tower of Babel. The world is far more magical than you imagine, and you don’t even know that you have carried out a terrorist attack." Chengying takes care of himself, John.
Search in the room.
This standard apartment covers an area of 50 square meters, but the use of space is extremely perfect, so that three people can still live in it without feeling crowded.
Cheng Ying finally found his target in the corner of the kitchen, the magnetic levitation 3D printing cake machine. On the whole, it was just a board with no use whatsoever.
Its actual working principle is also very simple. When working, the board will float, gradually rise from a stable plane, and print the internal materials layer by layer.
The manufacturer that sells this machine claims that its accuracy can reach the molecular level, but this obviously can only deceive the illiterate. Chengying will know after weighing it that this thing can reach the nanometer level at most, and it is still barely possible, and it can only be seen through its surface.
, Chengying can see through his essence. The accuracy of this thing is far from being compared with its other functions.
"I think I have found your crime tool." Chengying brought the cake machine to John: "As the special correspondent of the foundation, I must take him away."
"No, you can't do this!" John shouted.
"No, I can. You have to make a choice between life imprisonment and this cake machine. I believe that is very simple, isn't it?" Cheng Ying shook his head.
"But... I at least want to know the reason why you took him away. I mean, I saved up for three months to afford such a luxury product." John was extremely unwilling.
"You mean this low-quality product that only has nanometers?" Cheng Ying shook the cake machine in his hand: "I want to remind you that there are some things that you can't turn back once you know them. You can know why I took him away.
, but you have to be prepared to bear the consequences."
"What are the consequences?"
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you. There's absolutely no need for you to try." Cheng Ying was just a clone here, and he didn't mind wasting time with John, but he was ready to leave after he finished speaking.
"Wait! I want to know the answer!" John shouted at Cheng Ying's back.
"You still have a wife and children, have you really thought about it?" Cheng Ying looked at him with interest: "Do you think that you are the protagonist of the movie, and you can turn danger into good after meeting a mysterious person and joining him?
Rise to success and finally save the world?"
"No, the movie is like that just because we want to see that kind of story, but compared to the same life day after day, I always want to try something different."
"Even if it's not beautiful?"
"Even if it's not beautiful."
"Okay! Let me think about how to tell you what happened more intuitively." Cheng Ying held the prop, thoughtfully.
"I can first guess what happened. Is there any connection between the Holy Tower of Babel and the model I made? Let me think about it. When the disaster happened, my child had just dug out a piece of the cake and looked at it carefully.
From this, it can be seen that the scars on the Tongtian Holy Tower are very similar to those that were picked out by a spoon.
I think the cakes produced by this cake machine correspond to real buildings or even other objects. As long as the cake is damaged, the building will be destroyed.
Wait a minute, no, that’s not quite the case, my cake broke into three sections, but the Holy Tower of Babel just has one more gap, so the triggering condition is to be eaten, not to be destroyed, right?"
Cheng Ying was dumbfounded after listening to John's series of analyses. There is no concept similar to contained objects in this world. He actually had such a sense of containment when he came into contact with a contained object for the first time. From a certain point of view, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a genius.
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"It's really interesting. I didn't expect you to guess this step. I thought at most someone might realize that the damage to the cake will be mapped to the item, but you realized that it must be eaten to trigger it."
As he spoke, Cheng Ying had already used a cake machine to print the apartment building opposite, and used a spoon to remove a solar water heater from it.
"Come, eat it, and you will see the truth of this world." Cheng Ying handed the spoon to John. At this moment, he felt as if he had given the savior Neo two kinds of red and blue pills.
But John was obviously not so lucky, he had no choice.
