Fan Hua scoffed: "I still can't get rid of formalism, it's raining a few drops, it's not enough to wash my face, what to dodge!" ”

The radio was played on a loop five times, and suddenly there were a lot more people on the otherwise quiet streets.

Unlike Fan Hua's disapproval, most of the people's faces were happy and surprised, and a few people were confused or disdainful, but no matter what, everyone looked up at the sky and talked in a low voice.

It adds a bit of life to the dead street.

Five minutes later, for the first time, Bian Cheng deeply agreed with what Fan Hua said.

It's raining indeed!

The same rain as 200 years ago.

It's just that the rain is thin and sparse, as thin as hair, and when it falls on the face, there is only a slight coolness. You need to distinguish carefully to see the thin streaks of rain under the yellow street lamps.

If it weren't for the early broadcast of the broadcast, Bian Cheng would probably feel like he had crashed headlong into the sparse cobwebs that had been abandoned.

Bian Cheng remembered a poem, diving into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently!

This rain is definitely enough for such a level.

The rain only lasted ten minutes before it stopped.

"The people in the council are just boring, I said a long time ago, either you will waste hundreds of tons of water, and you will have a happy next one, or you will not do it at all!"

It turns out that this planet really doesn't rain, this rain is man-made.

It was so stingy and clumsy.

Fan Hua was probably frustrated in this matter, and said angrily: "I don't do practical things all day long, I just do some formalism, and I also say that in this way, I don't forget my roots, what if I remember this, can we still go back to the earth, that is already a pre-civilization!" ”

This is the first time that Bian Cheng has heard people call the earth where he is located a pre-civilization, and he has mixed feelings in his heart.

And this statement, in the future, she will hear it more and more often, and gradually, she will become accustomed to it.

Back at Fanhua's residence, it was already late at night.

After a long day of running, the man was obviously very tired, and after a few words, he went upstairs to rest.

Bian Cheng was also in chaos today, thinking that after lying down, she would be able to fall asleep immediately, but in fact, she tossed and turned for a long time, and it was difficult to sleep.

Maybe it's because it's been a long time since I've slept with something so soft.

In the dungeon, they have been sleeping on the hard, scorching ground and enduring the harsh environment.

And now, the soft sofa, the comfortable temperature, the quiet and tidy environment, it all feels like a dream.

It's a pity that such a beautiful day can't be shared with Bai Lan and Bag.

Bian Cheng stared and thought for a long time before slowly closing his heavy eyelids when the blue moon was about to set.

It was a deep sleep.

When she woke up again, she found herself standing by the huge fountain pool that Fan Hua had taken her to before.

The sun above her shone on her, with a lazy temperature.

The huge garden was so empty that there was not a single figure to be seen!

Why did you come here all of a sudden?

She vaguely felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't remember anything.

In the domed castle, the white gates were open, as if to extend an invitation to her.

She walked cautiously, lest a mistake would cause disaster, but nothing happened for a long time.

Her courage grew and her steps grew faster, and soon she was inside the white building.

It's still the same magnificent hall, but it's not the same as the last time I saw it.

The murals on the walls are beautiful, but they are no longer new, but they are tinged with old colors, and the white doors are mottled with years of use.

If you look closely, you will find that scratches of different sizes and shades occasionally appear on the floor tiles with repeated patterns.

Ha, this was accidentally left behind when moving a huge server, and this thought suddenly got into Bian Cheng's brain without warning.

Walking down the long, empty corridor, she walked familiarly to the door of the white room where Fan Hua had stayed before.

The metal handle on the door was already rusty.

If you grab your hand and shake it, there will be a slight shaking.

I have always asked the logistics people to repair it, but they always push back, saying that it is not easy to repair, and the lock must be changed!

Can be repaired and never replaced!

Bian Cheng's right hand was on the doorknob, trembling slightly.

Something was about to burst out of her brain, and she tried to grab it, but the consciousness slipped like a loach, and disappeared as soon as it slipped away.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the old, creaking door.

Behind the door, there is a huge circular room.

Unlike the previous emptiness, this place is densely packed with machines.

The circuit runs from the top of the circular wall along the wall to each machine, like a giant fishing net that envelops the room.

In front of each of the large monitors, there were people sitting, typing on the keyboards, looking very busy.

Unfortunately, their faces were shrouded in a halo of light, and Bian Cheng couldn't see clearly.

Only then did she notice that in the open space in the middle of the room, there was a person, a woman.

She leaned to the side, and Bian Cheng couldn't see her face clearly. Even if it's positive, it's probably just a halo.

So Bian Cheng didn't try to go around, just stood there and looked at the woman.

The woman had thick, black hair, tied high into a ponytail, and wore a white shirt, with a slender neck that ran down her straight and straight back, and Bian Cheng saw her bulging lower abdomen.

She is pregnant, and judging by the size of her belly, she is about to give birth.

Bian Cheng looked around, as if no one showed the slightest inapplicability to a woman with such a big belly and still standing in the middle of the field to direct the work.

No one noticed her sudden appearance.

It's like she's a ball of air or she's watching a very realistic 3D movie.

Just as she looked at the woman's colleague, the woman suddenly spoke, and her voice was full of anger: "Is it all debugged?" ”

"Debugged!" There were constant scattered sounds coming from all corners of the room.

"Did you go wrong with the parts you were responsible for?" The woman asked again, her voice sounding familiar.

This time, after waiting for about a minute, no one answered.

"It seems that there is no problem, then in ten seconds, the closed beta will begin!" The woman said crisply.

Immediately after, the voice of the machine sounded in the room: "Countdown to internal testing, 10, 9, 8, 7 ......"

Bian Cheng's brain ached faintly.

This scene is inexplicably familiar.

It seems that she has seen it there, but where it is, as long as she thinks hard, her brain will hurt like a pinprick!

What are they testing?

It looks like something amazing.

What are the test results and will it be successful?

Bian Cheng found that he was very concerned about this issue.

The mechanical countdown entered the last 0, and Bian Cheng's heart became nervous.

At this moment, the woman who had been turning sideways suddenly turned her face and looked in the direction of Bian Cheng, her eyes shining with a soft and loving light, and a faint smile on her mouth.

is obviously such a gentle and beautiful face, but Bian Cheng is like being struck by lightning!

Because that face is another self.