"Ding-dong."

The doorbell rang, and the voice of the intelligent robot nanny rang: "Karim Public College's express mail, do you need to receive it?" ”

Express mail, it's really fast enough.

With a command, Fang Mingwei returned to his living room and took a beautiful bath. However, when he walked into the bedroom, he was shocked by the tall box in front of him.

"Zero Zero Seven, what is this?"

The voice of the intelligent robot nanny sounded in the living room: "This is the express mail from Karim Public College, you have ordered, to be delivered to your bedroom. ”

Fang Mingwei looked at the box curiously, and finally sat down next to it, unpacking the box while muttering, "I said it, but what is this?" Is there a sensor that big? I think a hundred are enough...... Oh my God, a hundred sensors! ”

His voice was full of surprise, and the box had been more than half opened, filled with various sensors.

No wonder Schneider said that he must be satisfied this time, there are so many things, even if the blind cat drags the mouse to death, he must have one thing that can be eyed.

Shaking his head, I really don't know whether to scold Schneider or be grateful to him.

Carrying the suitcase, he went to his bedroom. Fang Mingwei entered the program on the multifunction watch into his personal computer.

In most cases, though, the sensor's own hard drive is enough for most games. However, if you want to use any large programs, you still need a large personal computer.

Today's personal computers are actually very small and similar to portable hard drives, as long as they are connected to the sensor, everything can be used.

The accustomed surname put on the original sensor, and Fang Mingwei clicked the command to enter the program.

The next moment, he appeared in a large training camp, but, unlike where he went today, it was empty, and there was no one else except for various mechs.

His gaze naturally focused on the training mech. As his gaze moved, a series of data and choices appeared next to the mecha.

After hesitating, he chose this mecha, after all, it was the only thing he had ever indulged in.

Withdrew his consciousness from the mecha and replaced it with sensor consciousness.

Sprint, stop, punch, turn......

After a round of basic postures, Fang Mingwei looked at the time, it was still one minute and nineteen seconds, and it was exactly the same.

Nodding with satisfaction, it seems that the results of using this thing are still very stable.

Exiting the program, Fang Mingwei rummaged through the box at random, and it seemed that Schneider had learned the lesson of the last time. This time, of all the sensors here, it's something that's suitable for levels six to ten.

I picked out a sensor that was most suitable for the use of the seventh level of spiritual strength, and put it on.

Entering the program again, this time the feeling was slightly different from what it had just been, and everything around me seemed to be much smoother. Obviously, Schneider is right, if you can find a sensor that best matches you, then your ability is bound to be further improved.

still chose the original training mecha, but what surprised Fang Mingwei next was that the sensor consciousness in the depths of his consciousness was obviously out of order.

Sensing was summoned, and the accustomed one took a step forward.

This time, however, the sensor's consciousness was so deep in his mind that it refused to enter the mech no matter how much he called, and there was no response. So, the most direct consequence was that Fang Mingwei had to fall to the ground as soon as he took the second step.

He himself was not a genius after all, and without the help of sensor consciousness, he, like an ordinary person, returned to the original starting point at this moment.

Looking at the sensor in front of him stupidly, Fang Mingwei didn't know what had happened just now, why the sensor consciousness that had been tried and tested on Skynet had failed.

For a moment, a panic swelled up in his heart, as if he had fallen to the ground from a high cloud, and he felt extremely depressed.

Because, he clearly knows that the reason why both Dr. Cassius and Schneider look at him differently is because of their outstanding performance in Skynet.

It doesn't seem that everyone can do it to reach that height, so their attitude is very different from usual.

Although it was already very rare to be able to reach the seventh level of spiritual power before the age of twenty, Fang Mingwei didn't think that this was the reason why they valued themselves so much.

Schneider was able to pay more than 100,000 credits without saying a word, and concluded that he would have a sponsorship of no less than 1 million credits per month after a period of time, which must also be because of his special performance in mechas.

If the sensor consciousness can no longer be used for itself, then it means that he has lost the magical ability of the mecha. Once such a situation happens, Fang Mingwei believes that not only will all the benefits disappear, but he will also fall into a great trouble.

If Schneider and the others are suspicious and discover their secrets, then he is sure that his future life will definitely not be good, and the final outcome is likely to be reduced to a guinea pig in the laboratory.

After all, the fact that the spiritual energy had been raised from level two to level seven overnight was too appalling and too exciting.

Licking his somewhat dry lips, his heart was in a mess, and he regretted his performance in training camp very much. Why do you know that it is not your own power, but you still want to show it desperately.

If this kind of thing had been done in the past, he would not have done it.

It seems that the mysterious necromancer has not only given him great powers, but also caused his surname to change in some strange ways.

What to do? Could it be that the glory just now was really just a flash in the pan?

Standing up unwillingly, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the old sensor that he had just discarded on the side.

As soon as his heart moved, a strange thought emerged, and Fang Mingwei's eyes were firmly fixed on the old sensor.

He quickly picked up the thing that he was going to discard, hesitated for a moment, he no longer hesitated, but put the sensor on his head, then sat down, and entered the training program again.

Sprint, stop, punch, turn......

The same scene, the same action, the only difference is that this time Fang Mingwei completed it perfectly, not to mention falling halfway, there was not even the slightest pause.

The boulder in his heart was finally completely put down, and through this experiment, Fang Mingwei understood a truth. The consciousness of a sensor is limited, and the consciousness generated from this sensor cannot be put on top of another sensor. And this is the reason for his failure just now.

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