Completing the correction of the reactor master control program within a few days is really easy for Xuanzang.

On the second day after entering the core computer room, he submitted the mock version to Wei Zheng as promised. After several of their technical directors discussed and confirmed that the results of the dynamic correction were correct, Xuanzang began to refactor the key functions and rewrite the relevant modules.

It's been a long time since I've been so focused on typing code, and the last time it seems to have been decades ago, when a new batch of drone armies was being built. Since then, the battle has become more and more intense, and most of Xuanzang's time has been spent escaping the encirclement and suppression of the army of gods and Buddhas.

In fact, with a bunch of self-explanatory components, a lot of snippets can be generated automatically, but he still likes to write them himself. If there is any technology in the hands of these immortals that can really be called the so-called divine power, programming is definitely the most important one.

Counting the day he first came to Chang'an, in just four days, he had already saved the entire shelter once, at the cost of only a few days of food and ten bottles of nuclear cola.

Bidding farewell to the engineers who chased him and shook hands and thanked him, Xuanzang decided to go back to his residence to rest first. Before leaving, Wei Zheng instructed him to recover as soon as possible, and the supervisor was eager to meet the hero who saved Chang'an as soon as possible.

On the way to the living area, I happened to meet Lao Zhang. He greeted him and said, "Where have you been these days?" I thought you had left Chang'an. ”

"I went to the chief engineer that day, and I happened to have a job suitable for me, so I was busy for a few days. Because it was a bit troublesome, I simply stayed there and didn't come back. Xuanzang replied casually.

"There are two moments, and as soon as I come, I can take over the work directly from the chief engineer." Lao Zhang patted him on the shoulder, lowered his voice and said, "But it's still the same sentence as before, come back and be careful, the dormitory where you live also has Shenfang believers." ”

Xuanzang thanked Lao Zhang and went to the accommodation management office alone to ask for his number.

The administrator typed his name on the terminal to inquire, then looked up at him a few times, repeatedly matched the information on the screen several times, and asked, "You just came here a few days ago?" ”

After getting Xuanzang's affirmative reply, he whistled exaggerated and said, "Good guy, as soon as you come, you will be assigned to a senior single room, do you have acquaintances in the management?" ”

Superior Single Room? Xuanzang was also surprised, according to Lao Zhang, he should be in a collective dormitory.

"Wait, here'...... The chief engineer has personally increased your authority, buddy, you're too good! The administrator sighed a few words and finally gave him the key.

Wei Zheng's efficiency is really high, so it's good, and it is a lot less trouble to live alone. Xuanzang looked at the map and walked leisurely to his single room.

The superior dormitory is on the other side of the living area, separated by a large chunk and runs through many locations such as the cafeteria, washrooms and bars. It's a bustling place with people coming and going. In the crowd gathering, there are even people with rough bone flutes and guitars performing, and the depth of life is amazing. There are also people who set up stalls selling strange things they have acquired during their expeditions.

Xuanzang passed by a stall and suddenly felt a palpitation for no reason.

Alertly, he looked around out of the corner of his eye, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. So he steadied himself, adjusted his temperament to the same as other passers-by, and continued to move forward. It wasn't until he blended in with a nearby crowd watching acrobatics that he looked at the place he had just looked.

An old-fashioned man sat cross-legged on the ground, dressed in the patchwork of rags that could be found everywhere, his hair and beard hanging down dirty, obscuring most of his face.

In front of him lay a cloth covered with oil, on which lay a set of black clothes, old and ugly. There is also a rifle next to it, with a strange shape, with a long body and a short handle, and a disproportionate one, like a burning stick.

The old man closed his eyes and recuperated there, and did not sell, but let people walk in front of him.

Xuanzang narrowed his eyes, always feeling that something was wrong, why did he suddenly have a bad feeling just now.

A passer-by looked down at the old man's stall, probably attracted by the strange gun, and squatted down to ask the price: "Old man, how many chips do you sell for this gun?" ”

The old man replied unhurriedly: "Two thousand guns and five thousand armor." Don't just sell, you have to buy both. ”

Passers-by were stunned for a moment, and scolded with a smile: "You stupid are sick!" With 2,000 chips, you can buy more than a dozen good automatic rifles, and there are enough bullets. You still have to sell it together, it's obviously a torn dress, what kind of armor. Unless you wear it to be immortal and invulnerable, where is it worth five thousand chips. Old man, you can't fool the mentally retarded like this, and you can't sell things! ”

The old man did not quarrel with him, did not say anything, and continued to close his eyes.

The loud voice of the inquirer attracted the attention of others, and some people came to see and bargain with the old man. Someone said: "Don't waste your energy, this crazy old man has been selling for most of the day, and he has been selling it at a fixed price, and he refuses to sell it at a low price." ”

"Yes, but where does he get his confidence?"

"That's it, and he told people that his clothes are better than power armor. I don't think I've seen it, but it's better than power armor and it looks like that? ”

Xuanzang listened to their ridicule, but instead observed it more closely, and at the same time carefully hid himself so that the old man would not notice his gaze. He felt more and more that this old man was not simple.

Because he saw that the tattered clothes were actually a set of nano armor, but the appearance was a little dirty. And the shape of the nano armor is naturally extremely ugly in the eyes of the Chang'an people, who use steel as the mainstream.

This old man was able to get nano armor? Let's not talk about how he got it with that weak body alone, is there a nano armor that is scattered outside? And looking at the thickness and texture, it seems that it is not the extent that the early technology can do.

And that strange gun, although Xuanzang has never seen such a model, it can be sold together with nano armor, and it must not be ordinary.

All this made Xuanzang even more jealous of the old man.

There must be ulterior motives for selling two such valuable things on a street stall. Chang'an's technology is already at the forefront, but it is still impossible to create these two pieces of equipment. And to be able to get this kind of advanced product that far exceeds mortal technology, the identity of the old man is very doubtful.

Does it have something to do with Heavenly Court?

Xuanzang found someone else to inquire about the old man's information, but the other party said that he didn't know him. I asked several times in a row, but they all said that they had never seen him. At this moment, Xuanzang immediately stopped questioning vigilantly.

This was not a time when traveling merchants were everywhere, especially since the Chang'an Refuge was still in the desert. There are more than 10,000 people living in the shelter, and although not everyone is familiar with each other, with the mobility of the population here, it is really suspicious to have an old man who no one has ever seen before - even Xuanzang, who came here a few days ago, must have someone who thinks he is familiar.

So Xuanzang didn't inquire anymore and continued, and the old man would find out that he had noticed his abnormality. Xuanzang decisively decided to stay away from this strange old man.

He slept soundly in his room.

For the first time in these days, I had the opportunity to sleep peacefully. Xuanzang's tight strings finally relaxed, and he accidentally slept for a whole day and a half, sleeping dimly, and waking up as if he was in a different world.

Xuanzang opened the visor on the window, and the artificial light source of the shelter was still on, and it was synchronized with the outside world, so it was still daytime.

There is no separate bathroom in the room, so you can only use the bathroom in the building, but it is better than the collective bathhouse of the ordinary dormitory. Xuanzang was finally able to change out of the linen clothes he had worn for a long time, and changed into the blue shelter uniform that had been prepared in the wardrobe of his residence.

There are enough chips in the cabinet in advance, I don't know if the people who live in the high-end single rooms have this treatment, or Wei Zheng specially gave him the preferential treatment of this hero.

Xuanzang, who was refreshed, put the chip in his pocket, was in a happy mood, and planned to go out for a big meal. Cheyenne told him that if he was willing to pay, he would still be able to buy rare delicacies other than synthetic food.

As he walked through the living quarters, he paid special attention to the last location.

As a result, he was shocked that the old man was still in the same place.

I hope I'm overthinking. Xuanzang tried his best to drive away the uneasiness in his heart, and walked briskly around a long road.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "That bald head, stop!" ”