Nail! There's an email!

"I heard your system crashed? Has it been solved? ”

, Mr. Li! Aven is a spirit, what the hell am I doing! Rolling over and pinning Trini to the ground, he stood up, grabbed her arm and dragged her into the stack.

"What are you doing!" Trini muttered.

"Didn't do it!" Evan continued to drag the corpse, this woman is really heavy.

"Let go, I'll do it myself!"

"Don't move!" Do you know how heavy you are?

"Uh," Trini snapped, "then you move, I don't move." ”

Evan dragged the man far away from the lake, and Trini was already asleep!

Labor and management are busy for a long time, and you don't even make a sound!

I decisively bought a pen and drew two turtles on her face.

"Then I'll go first, thank you for the wine." Flashing back to the office, he must solve the most pressing problem at hand.

Hurry up and reply to the email first: "We are working on it, and we will definitely solve it within this week." ”

Exhaled a long breath, first set up a statement, and then said, in case Mr. Li questioned his ability to abolish him, he would stop cooking.

With your head in your hands, redesigned, redesigned......

However, inspiration is like squatting on the toilet, and it is not possible to pull things out with a posture. Seeing that it was dark, and still finding nothing, Evan could only flash home.

There's a noise outside the door!

"Lina, pick up the camera outside the house!"

【Connected】

A drone hovers in the hallway, slowly lowering a metal box.

Next to it stood a six-armed spider robot, stretching out its two forelimbs to help "unload".

It looked like it was still the same group that day, and Evan recalled the picture of the blood-spattered hallway.

Clang, the box fell to the ground.

Crunch, the spider opens the box and hooks a stroller out of it.

The box closed automatically, the drone dropped the hook and lifted the metal box, buzzing away.

A baby's cry was heard in the car, and the spider pushed the stroller into the house. With a bang, the door slammed shut.

Isn't this the home of the headless corpse before? It seems that another genetic person has moved in, and Evan has a new neighbor.

Suddenly a little curious, who was that person before, and why did it explode.

"Lina, inquire about the headless corpse."

[Daniels, male, 25 years old, genetically planned human, level 10 social hazard, has exploded.

Majoring in Applied Mathematics at the University of Campora, he is a second-class winner of the Gauss Prize for Algorithms.

Programmer, Technical Manager, Senior Technical Manager at Lipsstone Company.

Newwenley Game Planning, Masterpiece: Lightbringer, Rapid Driving]

……

Ai Wen's whole body was cold, and he couldn't stop his throat from rolling.

This experience is too similar to my own!

Newwenley is one of the top 10 gaming companies that hasn't gone bankrupt yet, and it's a little smaller than Wax!

Originally, it was also a massively multiplayer online game like Wax, but later transformed into a competitive game. Lightbringer was their last MMORPG, and while not as successful as Mirage, it did win some prizes.

Rapid driving was their transformation, but not long after the launch of the fifth-generation brain-computer interface came out, so it was not a success.

Why did he suddenly explode? How can a game-maker have anti-social thoughts?

"Lina, have you found out the reason for his level ten?"

[This part of the content is official confidential information, and all causes of social harm will not be announced and cannot be found.

Maybe the game industry can't do it anymore and the thinking has changed?

Don't forget, you've almost had a Level 3 Hazard Sign. 】

Evan nodded, okay, but still hairy in his heart.

[This building is a capsule apartment, and the people who live in it are all genetic people, most of whom are from the same period as you, and it is not surprising that the experience is similar. 】

That said, it seems to be the same.

I don't have any inspiration to think of new game ideas, and I'm feeling a little weird right now. After staying up late for half a month, Ai Wen felt very tired, unplugged the brain-computer interface and fell on the bed.

Let's get some sleep first.