Hong Ye had already logged into the advanced world with a nasal computer that simulated a sympathetic module, and he knew the basic usage of it by heart.

At this moment, seeing the friendship contract floating on Lu Qian's fair-skinned slender hand, just like when he was friends with Meow Xiaodong in the Maodong Mall before, he stretched out his right hand that condensed the friendship contract and gently shook it with her.

The inscriptions are entangled, fused into one, and the contract is concluded.

With the successful conclusion of the contract, a dim and illusory blue bird-shaped constellation appeared in front of Hong Ye's eyes, and a star suddenly lit up in one corner. It was Lu Qian's transmission note, and it was also the first transmission note condensed by Hong Ye, and when he focused his attention slightly on the star that was gradually dimming but always seemed relatively real, he read such a piece of information:

"Lu Qian, female, traveler......"

In addition, there are some trivial information, and a few avatars and photos that she took the initiative to show.

Transsion's software is built-in with the sympathetic module, the most basic network instant messaging software, and its server is the Jade Bird Force Brain Cluster, which directly belongs to the Federal Celestial Administration. The software allows the use of pseudonyms and nicknames, but the identity information field can only be disclosed or not, and cannot be faked.

Lu Qian's profession is obviously fake, and traveler can't even be considered a formal profession at all. Although Hong Ye had never heard of this situation before, he could understand that with the authority of the members of the law enforcement team, he should be able to disguise himself to facilitate the infiltration work during the mission.

Because it was a friend who was added face-to-face in real person, the public information that Hong Ye could read was already the limit set by Lu Qian, and his mind moved slightly, and he noted Lu Qian's occupation column as a member of the Northeast Squadron of the China Brigade of the Cross-border Law Enforcement Team.

"Okay, now answer me, what the hell is going on......" Lu Qian let go of her palm, raised her eyebrows, raised her head slightly and stared at Hong Ye's eyes and asked, "Where did you come out of this sympathetic module?" ”

"Uh......" Hong Ye's mind flashed, and he decided to try to lie: "The sympathetic module was implanted two months ago, but I turned it off when I returned to the reserve for fear of arousing disgust from my fellow disciples...... Well, that's it. ”

The sympathetic module uses blood to provide energy, just like the body's own organs. Can it be shut down? To be honest, Hong Ye didn't know, but in his mind, it should be able to be closed.

The co-rotator used to watch TV and the simulator used by his computer at the nose end can be turned off, and it is precisely because of this that the law enforcement team did not find out as "suspicious characters". The real sympathetic mod, although somewhat different, can always be achieved through some special programs, even if it cannot be simply turned off.

Lu Qian heard his explanation and nodded her delicate chin. Although he still had some doubts in his heart, the lies made up by Hong Ye made up temporarily actually made sense.

If it weren't turned off, with the authority of her law enforcement team members, no matter how Hong Ye set it up, she would be forced to read basic information from Hong Ye's sympathetic module when they met for the first time. Since it is true that he did not have the characteristics of sympathetic modules when they first met, the explanation that only the machine was turned off is the most convincing, because the implantation process could not be completed at all after not seeing him for half a day.

According to this line of thought, Hong Ye's previous method of buying those things became very clear. And it's understandable why he's trying to hide it, pretending that he hasn't been implanted with a sympathetic mod yet—as he says, to avoid arousing the disgust of the old humans.

Everything makes sense. The contact desk in front of the Fugen Palace, the express delivery point under the elephant tower, the awareness of the blind spots of the infinite network, and the way to communicate with the new humans without obstacles...... Even if Lu Qian still felt that this conclusion was a bit hasty at this moment, it was indeed the most reasonable answer.

She walked side by side with Hong Ye, and anyway, the demons didn't show their heads, and they didn't have a clear mission.

"Then why are you opening it again now, not afraid that your fellow disciples will dislike you?" Lu Qian asked a little jokingly: "They can't tell the difference, who are you going to show when you turn it off?" If it was just a voluntary respect for their customs, how could it be changed now? Between the words, he has already regarded Hong Ye, who has implanted the sympathetic module, as his own person, and calls the old humans who are closer to Hong Ye "they".

Hearing Lu Qian's question, Hong Ye suddenly knew that he had guessed correctly, and the normal sympathetic module could indeed be turned off. He was settled in his heart, and reacted quickly, and immediately threw the pot backhand to Lu Qian: "Doesn't it look like your law enforcement team is here, they are all new humans, driving sympathetic modules." If you want to say that the old humans had any taboos about it, they have all been committed now, and it doesn't matter if there are more lice, so why not have one more me. ”

"It doesn't hurt." Lu Qian was not ashamed at all, it was one thing to respect the choice of the old humans, but she didn't agree with it in her heart.

Along the way, the two encountered many members of the law enforcement team, and in their eyes, even if they were separated by a distance and had obstacles to obstruct them, they could also confirm the proximity of the two according to the positioning of the sympathetic module. So much so that when they found that Lu Qian was following the civilian new human, they came over with some curiosity to watch, but they didn't expect that person to be the little master Hong Ye who had been very popular among them in the past two days.

Inevitably, there were several explanations and friendship contracts with each other, and Hong Ye was finally able to communicate smoothly with the two spirit beasts, Long Ying and Pavilion Director Jin.

"Boy, that sand you used last time tasted good, where did you get it?" Long Ying spit out her long tongue and dangled it around Hong Ye's side. This tongue is its olfactory organ, which is basically the same length as its body length, and when not in use, it is constricted in a unique throat pouch to keep it moist. It can feel a very subtle smell when it enters the cave, making it ideal for opponents who like to burrow into the ground.

Pangolins have a weak digestive system and need to swallow gravel into their stomachs to help grind food. Last time, in order to curry favor with Long Ying, Hong Ye mixed the natural termite eggs sent by Lei Jue with quartz sand and salt water as a tribute, and now it seems that Long Ying likes that kind of food very much.

Hong Ye saw Long Ying propping his tail on the ground, and in order to see his face, his little head was about to be tilted back, and he couldn't help but squat down and lightly ** twice: "That's the arc extinguisher in the ceramic tube fuse left over from the old era, and it is no longer produced, but I still have a lot of it there." ”

The pangolin was surprisingly lifeless in the face of Hong Ye's **, just hissing and whistling, and its tail snapping on the ground, but the dust raised choked Curator Jin who followed behind him and rubbed his eyes.

"Brother, when are we going to break another game?" Curator Jin changed sides, followed behind Lu Qian, and touched the crook of Hong Ye's leg with his claws, almost making him kneel directly.

Finally standing firm, Hong Ye glanced at him: "Accompany me at any time, but what are you betting on this time?" ”

Curator Jin raised his stupid bear head, grinned and showed his sharp teeth, and nodded to a temporary sentry not far away: "Just bet on skewers, my little brother's skewers are so unpalatable that whoever loses will have thirty skewers." ”

Following his instructions, Lei Jue was waving at this side with a smile on his face, unaware that he had been choreographed.