On the front of Little Women's Cafe, a group of people are dancing to a machine, and on the other side, a black tent has been set up, and many people gather around the tent to look at something like a street movie or karaoke, a simple projector, projecting a group of people singing and dancing on a white cloth in the tent, with images and sounds.

"What is this?" Duchamp asked, grabbing a man who looked like a staff member.

"This is our experiment, simulating the technical methods used by mysterious agents on election night to achieve the effect of live broadcasting."

On the other side of the camera, for a while, a person appeared in front of the camera performing juggling, and after a while, another female reporter appeared in the camera, pulling passers-by to ask how they felt about the final cracking of the Church case, and the picture and sound effects transmitted to this side were simply miserable.

Isn't this the female journalist Sinny who had a relationship with Duchamp?

Duchamp suddenly became interested in the experiments of this group of people. He leaned over and asked, "If you're doing these experiments here, will anyone from the government interfere with you?" ”

The young man looked up at him in surprise.

"Foreigners, right? The Republic of Calvard, a republic that has been in existence for more than 80 years, has legislated protection. ”

Despised it.

Duchamp had a hint of joy in his heart. In a country full of partisanship, it seems that it is much less difficult to set up a television station.

The signal on the screen suddenly cut off, and the young man who was talking to Duchamp ran over to participate in the repairs.

Duchamp stood aside with his hands folded, looking at the busy group of young people, wondering if they were worth trusting.

"Andy, come over here and help."

"Cinny, the voice is gone."

"Matthew, bring the toolbox."

"Oliver, catch it."

There were four experimenters in total, all of whom were young, and all of them looked optimists. They were fiddling around in front of the rudimentary pile of equipment, but eventually found the problem, and soon there were pictures and sounds on the screen again.

The image experiment ended at ten o'clock, and the audience reluctantly left, and the experimenters began to disassemble the equipment and tidy up the venue.

"Come and see! What is it? Matthew, who was disassembling the microphone, took the box containing the microphone and shouted.

"What, is there a snake in there?"

"No, it's an invitation card! You never know what's up there. Matthew turned around and said seriously and loudly.

"What's worth all the fuss about!" Andy laughed.

When Xinni heard the words invitation card, she suddenly ran over quickly, took the invitation card, and suddenly opened her mouth and couldn't close it anymore.

It was an invitation card signed 'James Bang', and the signature on it was exactly the same as the one Cinny had received the previous time.

The invitation card reads:

"Passionate young people:

It's gratifying to see that you're mimicking my experiments.

As a tribute to my ignorance of you but of your courage, I invite you to join me at my masquerade party tomorrow at 4 p.m. in room 504 in San Tino. Don't worry, it's a light-hearted topic this time.

James Bonjon on "

Sinnie held the invitation in both hands and said tremblingly, "That's right, it's his invitation, and our experiment has caught his attention." ”

How could he send an invitation? If he can teach us the techniques he has mastered, our experiments can really become practical. Andy said happily.

"Either way, he has no ill will towards us, and the thought of being able to touch this mysterious figure makes my whole body tremble. Did you know that the 1196 Felitzer Award was awarded to the mysterious agent because he was the man who uncovered the biggest news of the year with an exclusive investigation and a unique form of communication? I feel like I've become an admirer of him, and if a journalist can expose a big piece of news like this in his life, he will die without regrets. Cinny was a little incoherent with excitement.

"Okay, okay, don't be so excited, we'll be able to meet this big man tomorrow." Andy patted Sinny on the back.

"This invitation must be kept secret and not told to anyone, especially you, Sinny, don't reveal Mr. Bang's whereabouts to your colleagues or anyone in the heat of the moment." Oliver warned solemnly.

"Why do you think I'm so unreliable?" Xinni said unconvinced.

"This is a very serious matter, and Mr. Bang is willing to invite us out of trust in us. I don't know how many people want to know his identity, and how many people want to hunt him down. Dozens of pardoned legislators, a large number of high-ranking military figures who have not been held accountable, and there may even be members of the mysterious order who have slipped through the net. You'd better keep this secret even while you're dreaming, or you won't go tomorrow, and so will everyone else. ”

Oliver grimaced as he lectured the fanciful lady in front of him.

"Well, we're sure we can do it, even in our sleep." Cinny whispered.

In the hotel not far away, Duchamp shrugged his shoulders and had a different understanding of the four people in front of him.

"Oliver has a very leading temperament, Matthew is a one-shot person, Andy is obsessed with technology, and as for Sinny, it seems to be a little overzealous."

Duchamp summoned the spider back and continued to concentrate on the gadget in front of him, a viewer that could enable interactive conversations.

At the moment when there is no skill in clones, it is necessary to find some suitable collaborators to quickly brush the civilization tree of the Semeria continent, and these people are worth trying.

The next afternoon, some time before 4 o'clock, Xinni and the others came by appointment. They walked up to the 5th floor of the San Tino Hotel and walked to room 504, the four of them looked at each other, and Oliver stepped forward and knocked on the door. No one answered.

The four of them looked at each other. At this time, the waiter came over and asked, "Are you here to visit room 504?" ”

"Yes, we made an appointment to visit at 4 o'clock." Cinny replied.

"Dare to ask your names, for this is what the guests requested."

"Cinny Chels, Andy Dorrent, Matthew Green, and Oliver Jackinson."

"I'm presumptuous, please come in." The waiter opened the door and withdrew.

The four of them looked curiously at everything in the luxurious room.

"Mr. Bang didn't come." Sinnie was the first to say disappointed, it was completely different from the countless meetings she had imagined last night after sleepless nights.

"It's still a little bit short of four, don't worry, Cinny." Matthew said comfortingly.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Here we are." The four of them glanced at each other and took a deep breath.