After returning home, Song Jun first took a bath.

After drying his hair, he said goodnight to Chen Ning's father, Chen Dong, and then rolled back to his room mellowly.

Closing the curtains, locking the door, and turning off the lights, Song Jun hurried to the bed in a few big strides, and when he was still a few steps away from the edge of the bed, he withdrew his toes from the flip-flops and jumped on the bed.

At this moment, Song Jun was a little excited in his heart.

What does a virtual headset look like?

Is it a helmet like an ancient Roman warrior, or is it a high-tech look with a heavy silver metallic texture as described in countless online game novels?

Song Jun curled up his tall body and was about to cover himself with a futon, only to find that Song Kitten on the edge of the bed was staring at him blankly.

The cat's eyes at night always become extraordinarily dark, so Song Jun felt a little awkward, as if he was being peeped at.

So he got up from the bed, stuffed Song Kitten into the drawer of the desk, and then returned to the bed, covering his entire body with the futon.

"Get the helmet!" Song Jun opened his eyes and gave instructions to the system with his consciousness, because the system had prompted that once the helmet appeared completely, he would inevitably fall into a coma.

Song Jun lifted the futon with his knees, so there was an extra dark space in the futon, and the five fingers of his right hand were spread out, and the palm was upward, waiting for the virtual helmet to appear out of thin air on his palm.

As the idea was delivered, Song Jun's index finger suddenly lit up, then the middle fingertip lit up, the thumb tip lit up, and then the rootless fingers all became shiny, and finally the entire palm was covered with silver light, which looked extremely sacred.

Under the illumination of the light, you can see that Song Jun's face in the futon is a little excited.

Then, countless golden rays of light burst out from the fingertips of the five fingers of his right hand. It then intertwines over the palm of the hand, and finally the outline gradually becomes real.

A palm-sized, rounded golden top appeared, with a smooth tip and a dazzling golden glow.

The golden light continues to intertwine, and the shape of the virtual helmet gradually becomes apparent.

"Cauldron caps?" A hint of curiosity appeared on Song Jun's face, and then he continued to watch the virtual helmet manifest.

With the outline gradually complete. The corners of Song Jun's mouth also began to twitch.

When the virtual helmet was fully formed, Song Jun buzzed in his head and passed out.

Before he fell unconscious, he had only one thought.

"What a special earth......"

Three hours later.

Song Jun was woken up by a piercing click.

It's Song Kitten.

For a long time, sleeping next to Song Jun's pillow has become a habit of Song kitten, and now it is stuffed into a drawer, of course it is unwilling, so after waiting for a long time, it has not seen the light. It couldn't hold back any longer, and scratched at the wooden board of the drawer, and let out a strange low roar in its throat, which successfully woke Song Jun up.

If he wanted to be woken up in the past, Song Jun would definitely kick off the quilt and be angry alone for a long time, but now that he has a system, his physique has increased, and his bed qi has become a lot smaller. So he yawned, and then opened his eyes. Looking at the ceiling in a daze, he didn't make any irritable moves.

"That's right, Helmet!" His mind was blank for a while, and Song Jun suddenly remembered the reason why he had fallen asleep, his body was agitated, and one hand suddenly groped in the bed. Then I ran into a cold hard object.

Song Jun turned on the light next to the bed with one hand and took out the virtual helmet with the other.

This virtual helmet from the future is a bit like the shape of an ancient bell in the Shaolin Temple, with a golden body surface and about thirty centimeters tall. With a diameter of less than twenty centimeters, to which a soft gelatinous substance is attached inside, under the helmet, there is a small red button.

Song Jun knew that this red button was a switch, and the gelatinous substance inside could make the helmet fit incomparably with the head above the tip of the nose, conduct head tracking, and at the same time resonate with the magnetic field inside the helmet and resonate with the brain magnetic field, so as to achieve the purpose of capturing brain activity.

Brain reconstruction imaging, at this stage, there have been many scientists to study, but the technology is not perfect, and the products researched are relatively rough, and the virtual helmet obtained by Song Jun is the product created after perfecting these technologies, leading the world for 60 years.

It is conceivable that when this helmet is launched, it will cause a sensation, and some of the advanced technologies contained in it will even affect the research and development progress of other scientific and technological fields.

"Do you want to hand it over to the state?"

This idea flashed in Song Jun's mind, and was quickly vetoed by him, if it is handed over to the state, then the control of this technology will not belong to him, for the sake of now, what to do is to set up a private scientific research institute, and then show the helmet in the eyes of the world, recruit talents in the field of animation in China, and use the helmet to make comics.

Even if there is a mature technology, it can only make researchers take fewer detours, and it also requires a huge amount of capital investment to achieve real mass production.

Now Dou Po has only released ten episodes, although it is extremely popular, but it is not enough for Yun Jun to completely gain a firm foothold, and it will take time to accumulate to realize the virtualization of comic book production.

With a yawn, Song Jun sat up, leaned against the wall, and put on his helmet.

"It's so soft......" Song Jun put on the helmet, only to feel that the gelatinous substance inside the helmet deformed as the head squeezed in, and a cold feeling passed from the skin to his mind, making him clear.

Smacking his lips, Song Jun pressed the red button on the bottom edge of the helmet.

There was a slight buzzing sound from the helmet, followed by a slight quiver of the soft glue clinging to the skin.

Airplanes......

The sound of the helmet gradually became smaller, and finally it was inaudible, and at the same time, Song Jun seemed to be hypnotized, and his mental power was extremely concentrated.

At this moment, what Song Jun was thinking of in his mind was the picture of the dragon snake and the horse step.

A minute later, Song Jun turned off the switch, and after taking off the helmet, he felt a little tired, but it was not serious, he pressed the button on the top of the helmet, and a piece of metal shell turned out on the top edge, and there was a memory card inside.

After finding a card reader from the drawer and putting it in the memory card, Song Jun inserted it into his laptop, quickly found the video file he had just imagined, and clicked play.

The video is a minute long, blurry at first, and then gradually becomes clearer, showing a figure wearing a school uniform with a horse.

It is Wang Chao, Wang Chao's face in the video is sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, and from time to time the figure of Song Kitten appears on his shoulder, which is when Song Jun was making up for it in his brain just now, Song Kitten grabbed the drawer again, which made the picture mess in.

As for the background picture, it is even more foggy, with occasional flashes of woods, but it does not last, and overall, the picture is very messy.

In this regard, Song Jun was not surprised, he did not activate the subconscious picture capture and picture classification functions, and the scene he made up in his brain was similar to this.

Moreover, this is the first time he has used a virtual helmet, and he is not very experienced, and there is Song Kitten on the side to disturb him, so it is normal to perform poorly, but it is not easy to use his brain to imagine a clear scene, even if a person is in a dream, the characters are quite vague, so even if someone behaves better than Song Jun, it may not be much better.

This helmet is just right for making anime, although it can't be done in one step, but it can save a lot of processes, as long as the impact of the brain is processed by computer, and then repeatedly cut and modified, there is no problem to achieve an excellent level, but the process is quite complicated.

Holding the helmet in both hands, Song Jun had a smile on his face, compared to the brain supplement system, the function of the virtual helmet is not too powerful, but it is not bad, it just reaches the ideal level in his heart, which will not let himself lose his advantages in the future, and can make the production of animation easier, as a special tool within the Yunjun animation production team, it is undoubtedly the most suitable.

After disassembling some parts of the virtual helmet and storing them in various corners, and then freeing Song Kitten from the drawer, Song Jun went to bed.

"Meow ......" Song Kitten curled up beside Song Jun's pillow, rubbed his ears, and then closed his eyes, and after a while, a rhythmic purr sounded in his throat.

This night, Song Jun slept very sweetly, and when it was dawn, he also had a dream.

He dreamed that he would become the godfather of the animation industry, known as the most genius fantasy cartoonist of this century, and also dreamed of the hot scenes caused by Guoman around the world.

When he got up in the morning, because he was in a good mood, Song Jun took his mobile phone and opened Weibo, intending to say good morning to fans, but suddenly found that his last Weibo comment that should have been silent soared by more than 10,000, and there were thousands more private messages.

"You're 10,000 times uglier than Zhang Alien, and you can't even compare to his toes."

"Red shape is true love, for the sake of fame to be close to Brother Honglei, you still can't face it?"

"Brother Dream? Hehe, in my eyes, it's just a violent maniac, it's all hype, and you deserve to be compared with Zhang Alien. ”

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clicked on a few comments and looked at it, Song Jun's face suddenly turned dark, and the original good mood dissipated in an instant. (To be continued......)