Mo Jiaxin reacted, screamed and tried to push Liu Qingqing away, but it was too late, the curly-haired boy's violence was too sudden.
With this blow, Liu Qingqing's head will be broken and blood will flow, and it is foreseeable that she will be beaten to death.
No one reacted, and most people didn't even look this way.
However, the tragedy did not happen after all. One palm, as if catching the pencil handed over by a classmate, gently held the stick, and then calmly took it into his own hand.
Fan Luo glanced at the equipment column and was surprised. This stick was actually of [ordinary] quality.
It should have been obtained from the newcomer's gift pack, and it was a gift from Hu to the newcomer. It was the same as the ceremonial knife he exchanged for a pistol, but it was unfortunately broken by a zombie.
"Take back."
The curly-haired boy turned his eyes to Fan Luo, as if giving an order.
Fan Luo shook his short stick and said with a smile:
"I touched it, do you still want it?"
The curly-haired boy glanced at the stick and actually didn't ask for it back.
However, his eyes finally moved away from Liu Qingqing.
Although he didn't intend to let those two dirty bitches go, now he wanted to teach this trash who dared to dirty his things.
Crunch~
The door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open, and beautiful men and women in professional attire walked in.
The man wore his hair in a slicked back, while the woman wore her hair in a ponytail.
Each of them holds several resumes in their hands.
"Whoever hears the name, follow me."
A woman in professional attire shouted:
"Wang Teng"
"Fan Jinsheng"
"Chen Qian"
As soon as he finished speaking, a man in professional attire shouted:
"Shi Lei"
"Zhou Haoming"
"Chu Guanlan"
Then another person picked up and shouted:
"Liu Qingqing"
"Fan Luo"
"Mo Jiaxin"
Fan Luo glanced at the curly-haired boy, put away his stick, and walked towards the pony-tailed lady who called their names.
Mo Jiaxin and Liu Qingqing followed closely behind.
The curly-haired boy's eyes were bloodshot, as if he had been humiliated, and he stared at Fan Luo and the other three.
"dawn"
"Zhao Hai"
"Feng Deyue"......
Fan Luo and the other three followed Ms. Mawei to a secret room.
"Thank you just now."
Mo Jiaxin walked up to Fan Luo.
Fan Luo grinned and observed the secret room.
There are no windows, only two vents, and the walls are covered with a thick layer of soundproofing cotton.
There was only a long ottoman that looked like it was built into the floor.
This kind of place...
"Have we become criminals?" He expressed his doubts.
Only then did Liu Qingqing recover from her previous fright.
Wow, I started crying.
Mo Jiaxin quickly comforted her.
Fan Luo touched the wall, frowned unconsciously, walked back and forth, and then simply sat on the soft bench without thinking about anything.
About ten minutes later, Liu Qingqing, who was still sobbing softly, fell to the ground, and then Mo Jiaxin also swayed and fell on top of Liu Qingqing.
Immediately afterwards, Fan Luo also fell to the ground with a plop.
After about ten seconds, the room door was opened.
Three medical staff wearing white coats and masks came in and quickly carried the three people one by one to the emergency cart.
They were pushed into the operating room.
Liu Qingqing was the first to be turned over. She wiped the back of her neck with alcohol cotton and made a slight cut with the scalpel. A small incision appeared. Another doctor came over with a pair of tweezers in his hand.
A metal piece only one-third the size of a child's fingernail is gently inserted into the incision.
After the metal piece entered the incision, it suddenly opened a dozen metal tentacles as thin as hair, drilled into the spinal cord bone, and adhered and fixed it.
The doctor put away the tweezers, picked up a spray and sprayed it twice on Liu Qingqing's neck. The small incision healed quickly, leaving no trace.
Then it was Fan Luo's turn. The doctor first straightened Fan Luo's head away from Liu Qingqing, then turned Fan Luo over, wiped it with alcohol cotton, and slashed it with the scalpel...
Another doctor clipped a second piece of metal from the iron box and placed the tweezers on the incision.
But he was shocked to find that the scalpel did not cut any wounds at all.
"...Men may have rough skin."
He made another cut with the scalpel. This time he used some skill and finally managed to cut out a wound.
The doctor with the tweezers quickly put the metal piece in.
At the same time, Fan Luo looked at the sudden appearance of the new equipment [Loom] with a quality of 'craftsman' level on the equipment column, and hesitated a little.
But hesitate.
In the end, there was still no movement, and he relaxed his neck muscle control, allowing the small metal tentacles to squeeze into the spinal cord with difficulty.
By the time the metal piece here successfully entered Fan Luo's body, the other two doctors had already completed the 'implantation surgery' on Mo Jiaxin.
Then, they were carried onto the emergency cart again and returned to the previous secret room.
Time passed little by little.
The three of them woke up one after another.
"We... passed out."
Mo Jiaxin whispered, "I suspect we were stunned."
Liu Qingqing's expression changed and she grabbed Mo Jiaxin's hand.
"Jiaxin, I'm scared."
Mo Jiaxin looked at Fan Luo, "They don't seem to have done anything to us."
"You have been surgically implanted with a chip while you were in coma."
As soon as she finished speaking, a soft female voice suddenly sounded in her head.
Caught off guard, Mo Jiaxin was frightened and leaned against the wall, looking around in confusion.
"Who is speaking?"
"I am the textile manor artificial intelligence [Loom]. I am communicating with you now. I am happy to serve you, Jiaxin."
At the same time, the same thing happened to Fan Luo and Liu Qingqing.
"Loom, artificial intelligence..."
Liu Qingqing murmured to herself.
Fan Luo already knew this and had already begun to ask the loom some other things:
"Hey! Loom, can you hear me?"
He called in his heart.
The loom was unresponsive.
"Loom, I must speak out so that you can receive what I say?"
"Yes, the loom can't communicate with your mind yet. But you don't need to speak loudly. You only need a very soft voice, and the loom can receive your instructions, because the loom is in your body.
Here it is."
Fan Luo immediately opened his lips and spoke in an inaudible voice.
"Loom, can you control my body?"
"Fan Luo, the loom does not want to deceive you. In some emergencies, I have the authority to take over your body and perform some actions. This situation includes: 1. The host does something that damages the textile manor; 2. The host is injured or injured.
Other reasons cause the body to lose control; 3. The switchboard issues instructions."
"Just like just now, when I was knocked unconscious, you could control my body and escape, right?"
"Yes. But the loom will first find a way to revive the host. If it cannot, it will choose to take over the host's body."
"That's great. With you, I can survive in the game world better."
"Unfortunately, the loom will be down after entering the game lobby. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you."
"In other words, you can only help us in reality?"