Long Qi is not familiar with the Blood God Ant, but after all, it can be regarded as a star abnormal species, and all kinds of information are public. After a little search, you can understand its living habits.
The more I understand it, the more I realize there is something wrong with it.
"There are definitely no Vulcan ant nests near Xia City, but these little things just appear here;
“The aberration nest we are tracking, the ‘superior’ of the Chiropteran Blood Bat, is definitely not this one;
"The real truth is that the ghost-gut bird under the control of the Chiropteran Blood Bat has serious malicious behavior towards us.
"Then the question is:
"Does the parasitic level of the Chiropteran Blood Bat-Ghost Bird target us with 'malice'? Does it come from the aberrant nest we have been tracking? Or is it because of this wave of expeditionary forces that climbed over from the southwest volcanoes more than 2,000 kilometers away?
…Is this why evil comes from the side of courage?”
Long Qi touched his chin: "If it's the former, the Vulcan Ant is an 'interference' that has nothing to do with our previous survey and tracking events; if it's the latter, it depends on whether it's a 'conspiracy' or an 'accident'..."
Gee, this topic is out of line."
In fact, Long Qi felt that live broadcasting was getting harder and harder.
At this time, he was particularly envious of those well-designed and scripted programs - completely forgetting that many times he also let himself go and had a great time.
When things come to an end, there is no point in complaining. Long Qi wants to discuss and come up with a general opinion:
"Next, continue tracking in this direction?"
The half-piece of bird corpses and the basically lying corpse of the chiropteran blood bat made Long Qi feel how difficult the road ahead was. They couldn't accompany the Vulcan Ants crawling in this mountain forest, right?
At this time, there was a buzzing vibration. Long Qi subconsciously thought that it was his communicator that was ringing. He raised his hand, but it was lonely.
On the other hand, Ruiwen next to her, whose bracelet might not shake even once in eight hundred years, sent a clear signal.
Ruiwen got through and quickly confirmed the contact person:
"Sister Mao Yan."
Maoyan did not go through the "six ears", that is, the channel of Lingbo Network, but contacted through normal communication methods-this shows that the communication itself is public.
Of course, in the wilderness, communication satellites and related hardware support are also needed. Corresponding forwarding equipment, Long Qi carries one on his sidecar motorcycle, and he also goes there to debug the signal very wisely.
Amidst the slight noise, Maoyan's voice came through steadily: "...I have been following the live broadcast. You have gained a lot over there, and we here are very envious."
Raven didn't quite know how to respond to compliments, so her response was somewhat too serious: "This is an unexpected situation. The original clues and information were contaminated and will need to be analyzed later."
Maoyan continued chatting: "What is the analysis?"
"The next step is to verify the tacit understanding." Long Qi is always very playful and confident in his logical analysis just now.
Then, he heard Ruiwen's response:
"Before and after the change in the space-time structure, the manner and degree of external interference in the local distortion nest."
At this moment, the ridicule, doubts and even complaints of "not understanding" by netizens were not so important - Long Qi seemed to have seen the shadow of "Professor Luo".
On the other side of the cat's eye, someone raised a voice: "This direction is very good!"
"Oh, who can't you imitate...forget it, I'll pass on a message for you."
Maoyan also sighed, and then got to the point: "Do you want to cooperate and act together?"
Raven said "Oh".
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It was vaguely the same person who just said "in place", lowering his voice and urging: "Be more tactful, be tactful!"
"No need, it's best to just discuss the matter."
Maoyan comforted the man and continued at the original pace: "We have a scientific research team led by a senior professor here. Last year, they studied the ecology of the Vulcan ant community near Spring City. The current main research direction... I also want to talk about this.
ah?"
"Say it, say it, communicate it properly."
After the mysterious conversation over there, Maoyan continued to read the manuscript: "The current main research direction is to search for some kind of hypothetical 'tunnel creature' and its origin based on a 'tunnel' conjecture based on the comparative study of the distorted ecology of Spring City and Xiacheng."
The impact caused.”
Following the end of Maoyan's words, another voice followed: "Vulcan ants are a very important research object!"
"Professor Ding, please slow down...the live broadcast is on."
Maoyan stopped Professor Ding's over-excitement and continued: "If the research produces results, signatures and other matters can be discussed...
"To protect the force, there are six fully-staffed Dark Blue Walker teams, all of which are senior military combatants. Although they occasionally take on other tasks, they will continue to receive follow-up funding and material support.
“After all, there is a big sponsor behind this project.
"If you agree, we will meet you now. The distance is not too far, it is less than a hundred kilometers south of you."
Public communication is also highly friendly to live broadcasts. There is no need to repeat it. The viewers in the live broadcast room have heard the relevant information for the first time, and everyone's mentality is a little restless:
"Holy shit, I have to agree!"
"This scene will spiral up to the sky from where it is!"
"If you agree, you will burn the most money! The entire program team will jump off the building... machine!"
"The program team opened a blind box and found the big benefactor, right?"
"Calm down, vampires can sit in the C position in Harbin City, why can't the young lady be assigned to six dark blue teams?"
Of course, there are also more serious people who are still confused:
"Are the Vulcan Ants so awesome? Just attack a scientific expedition team?"
"The equipment of the scientific expedition team is also very luxurious now. Is the so-called big financier the legendary world government?"
"The scientific research dog who just got the Star Joint Committee project tells you: you want to eat shit!"
"Actually, I can't understand it anymore."
"What tunnel? What the hell are tunnel creatures? And that space-time structure... Why does it sound like a hot spot?"
“Zm’s most popular live broadcast, who’s trying to catch who?”
"Okay, zm represents the whole world, you win!"
Amid Lian Die’s doubts and disputes, there were also people who were crazy about Long Qi:
"Brother Qi, hurry up and add some background information. Otherwise, when the professionals come, you will be laid off and unemployed. Don't blame everyone for not reminding you!"
Long Qi said that he is not afraid of the baby: "For such a difficult job, it is the most correct choice for more people to share it. But by the way, are you too optimistic about the situation of burning funds?
"If you round it off, this is equivalent to cooperating with the military. For such a highly sensitive project, please consider similar questions:
"Can the program still be broadcast? Does zm dare to broadcast it?
"Well, actually what I want to say is, do you dare not broadcast it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the live broadcast screen went black.
"You don't dare to broadcast it, and you don't dare not to broadcast it, so why don't you just let us watch it?"
Zhong Man was very annoyed. Ever since zm died suddenly during the live broadcast in the morning, flames were boiling in his heart. Waiting
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To see the person in charge of the ZM Xiacheng branch data center who was supposed to be working frantically to save the collapsed situation. Her plastic best friend, Sister Du Qiong, was smiling and going shopping with her during working hours...
My chest is about to explode.
"Wow, Manman, you've added more ingredients recently!"
"That's enough for you, be careful of fake death turning into sudden death!"
Du Qiong took Zhong Man's arm, showed an energy that was not consistent with his age, and smiled at her: "There are not many sudden deaths in the history of ZM? But you are right, we do have enough..."
As he said that, Du Qiong began to sigh: "zm is not a professional live broadcast website, why should we bear this kind of pressure?"
Zhong Man looked disgusted: "A typical capital-style speech that takes advantage and takes away responsibility."
"Sisters, there are small fish and big fish in capital, right? The water is too deep now. We can only be cautious and let the big guys flatten and round it. How can we take advantage of it? We want to cash in the traffic coming to the port and send it out.
There’s no way around it—I’m counting on you, a big fan, to say a few good words for me!”
"Do you want to be so exaggerated?" Zhong Man, as a social person, did not forget to clarify while eating, "Don't scare me, don't look for me, what a big fan, I can't even get involved - I won't be able to get involved this time
If you want to be a fan honestly, just stay away and watch!"
"Think about it, I just want to send you a message, please let me go..."
"Are you serious?"
"How about I go shopping with you while I'm at work and pretending to be dead? Sister, if I can't handle you as a publicist, I really want to become a female publicist next!"
Zhong Manhehe.
Capital may feel out its tentacles, but it will never put its weight on one tentacle - if you really think you are too proud, and your face is stepped into the mud in the end, you are asking for it.
But, but!
What is that feeling of being bright, warm, and proud when exposed to the sun?
After all, Zhong Man has passed the age of screaming for others. He just raised his face and experienced the wonderful feeling of superiority.
"So, sisters, you have really become a fan of a great big shot this time?"
"Of course it's amazing...you're amazing! So I, the female publicist, specially found a store that Zhong Man would definitely be interested in and paid for all the expenses!"
"What, don't make any decisions about me."
Driven by adults' half-truths and emotions, Zhong Man was pushed to a large high-end store by Du Qiong:
"Xindu...Yoga?" Zhong Man felt that her plastic best friend acted too plastic this time, "I am a home girl, and I don't want to lose weight and get in shape!"
"Look at that!"
Du Qiong motioned to Zhong Man to look at the pretty standard advertising screen outside the store:
“The Art of Breathing—Finding Empaths.”
Blended with the text is a relatively abstract yet inexplicably familiar drawing, which looks like a girl holding her head slightly up, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, as if sniffing the fragrance of flowers, and seeming to be looking toward the distance.
Although this outline has undergone some careful "artistic deformation", Zhong Man can still recognize it at a glance. She raised her eyebrows:
"Riven?"
"Look, I saw the advertisement in Frost River Reality. I'm looking for someone who can resonate with your idol!"
Du Qiong pushed Zhong Man into the store. At the same time, her voice also gave the receptionist the best hint. An usher greeted him with a standard smile:
"Hello, are you here to participate in the "Looking for Sympathizers" global linkage? Do you want me to introduce you to the relevant content?"