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Chapter 1046 NO.170: Netizen is actually by my brother’s side

Perhaps because he wanted to do as the Romans do, the building where Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. is located is a traditional office-style building.

It is no different from other company buildings around it. The only place that shows its personality is the company logo.

It looks so boring on the outside, but it clearly doesn't represent what's on the inside.

Contemporary company buildings have a tradition of special interior modifications and even illegal construction by virtue of various space expansion technologies, which makes some departments gnash their teeth but is extremely common.

As we all know, the strong adapt to the environment, and the dead become stiff. Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd., as the leader in the development of legal traveler forces, naturally makes full use of the local advantages.

It may seem like an office space lacking in features, but actually you can see something special when you open every door.

But there are also surprises in this.

For example, this employee lounge for a specific group is a small dormitory that is very narrow no matter how you look at it.

And the living habits of the homeowners are probably not very good either.

The scenery in the static ink painting is still very quiet.

"Xi, Nian, aren't you here?" she asked.

Sundries were scattered everywhere, and there were even a small electric stove and an air fryer with residual heat on the small round table covered with several pages of documents. The chili powder in the dipping dish on the table extended along the edge of the table to the ground.

"Ah, there's nothing to collect, and I even opened a small stove here..."

After placing them into categories one by one, he picked up some paper towels from the side to wipe the oil stains and chili noodles on the table, and then looked at the air fryer again.

It proves that this small room has the highest space folding index in the whole building.

As she spoke, she lifted up the wide legs of her high-waisted trousers and walked along the ground, picking up things on the floor and on the table.

"Let me tell you, sister, what's the problem with hiding? You won't be caught directly, right?"

To anyone else, it looks like an ordinary, sloppy little room, but on its wall hangs a long painting splashed with ink and ink...

"Oh, you've already let me in, why don't you just raise your hand a little bit~"

"Nao Nao, you said that I can just stay here alone. Are you allowed to come in? Don't you have your own place? Let's get started!!"

Before the words could be finished, there was the sound of unlocking the door, making the room quiet.

The girl who walked into the room with a strange hair color and gradient horns was a little surprised at first, and then a little disgusted.

"..."

In an empty room, there are two female voices talking with subtle local accents. This haunted scene is proof that there is something special about this place.

"Obviously I've cooked so much food and made this kind of fried food myself. I stay up late and eat this kind of food all the time. It's still possible that I'll get acne. The New Year is really..."

"Then what does that have to do with me..."

"Eh? No one?"

Therefore, the instrument specially designed to detect space will give quite astonishing data.

The painting on the wall was quiet, even when the girl finished packing her things, tied up the garbage bag, and then turned to look at it, she remained silent.

"I heard that my brother and sister were tortured after Omo came here. If we are also tortured, Kuo will suffer too much."

So the girl just sighed, picked up the two garbage bags and started walking.

"Then I'll go see my eldest brother and sister first."

As she said that, she walked out of the room, not forgetting to close the door and let the soundproof pattern of the same service package of a certain office flash on the door.

"Huha..."

Then the sound came from the room again. It was the sound of someone who had finally relaxed after holding his breath for too long, but did not let down his guard easily.

"Why don't you go out yet?!"

"Be urgent, there may be a tail kill, let the bullets fly."

"You register it for me!!"

Suddenly ripples rippled across the painting, and Rhode Island's number one idle employee, Nian, appeared.

Although he was in a position that looked like he had been kicked out, he still stabilized his posture with exquisite skills when he landed on the ground.

But when he stood up, he still rubbed his butt dissatisfiedly.

"If you come here by mistake, you'll come here by mistake. Let's do it."

"If I rush you to register, aren't you going to take my tablet?"

"I misunderstood - I just want to see where you can live. Is there anything you can do to hide yourself from others?"

"Ciqi, don't disturb me watching the live broadcast. Is that considered in this circle...?" "Isn't this the fault of the translator? I never thought..."

"...Yes, the contact after we get here...is also very interesting."

"Well, the coffee is... really good..."

"Uh..." Nian's eyes widened as he saw several intermittent male voices coming from the picture.

"Xi, did I hear you correctly?"

"It's eldest brother..." The girl who was called Xi whispered in a low voice, with her formal words even without the local accent.

"What? What's going on!?"

Nian, who still didn't know what his sister was up to, couldn't figure out why his elder brother's voice could be heard from Xi's place.

However, there was no reply from the other side, only some crisp hitting sounds one after another.

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[Meticulous painting: @Second Creation Mercenary, Q’s machine doesn’t have a good radio reception]

Radio...?

While typing words, confirming the historical facts in the small window, and talking to Zhongyue on the side, Omo saw a row of message reminders on it, and then scrolled to the settings page to confirm the system audio.

Indeed, even when he was not moving, the audio was still pulsing, which forced him to do some debugging and restart the built-in AI-assisted voice changer.

Netizens chatting, netizens live broadcast, and processing images and even sounds are common phenomena in online communication today.

You don’t want people to know that you are a trainer at the central government, right?

Although there are no rules prohibiting trainers from participating in the second creation of horse racing girls, the specific content of the creation will certainly bring about some changes in the image of the creator.

Not to mention, normal creators usually have their own writing style.

To be more precise, it is a condensation of creative habits.

Commonly used description methods, customary character images, and even the words themselves that are used too often, all of these will build the creator's personal style.

Although this style can be disguised and changed, with the filtering and capturing of contemporary big data...

There are traces of everything that has passed.

In fact, as early as the initial negotiation with the digital teacher, he mentioned that the staff would use their screen names both internally and externally for anonymity, so that they would disappear after the creation. Even if they were recognized by some 'real fans', through Alli There will be no sequel to digital processing.

Digital teachers are very good at this kind of online announcements and statements.

As long as he wasn't facing his own 'push', he wouldn't have the usual cautious and stuttering look.

But it's another thing if the work is recognized before it's completed.

It may delay the completion of the work, and it may even leave endless hidden dangers for yourself.

Therefore, his so-called live broadcast of writing is only a live broadcast of the coding process.

In addition, the terminal itself was given strong sound collection and voice change processing, but unexpectedly there was a small mistake at the beginning.

"...What's wrong? Brother Linton?"

Noticing that Omo, who had been concentrating on the screen operations until now, suddenly turned to look at him, the young man with a dragon horn who dyed his black hair with lightning-shaped white highlights also expressed concern.

Zhong Yue has had many exchanges with each other online, but he has never met his eldest brother, Ling.

At the same time, he is also an immortal who is keen on new things. He is very enthusiastic about Omo, a netizen, and regards him as a senior in the coffee topic, with a very low profile.

"But there is something wrong with my opinion just now?" He was doubting now.

Regarding coffee, there may be differences between my hometown and my hometown.

"No, I'm just a little sorry. I just started the live broadcast. It took about a minute and your voice was probably recorded."

"Oh? That's okay."

"There are still some. There was no problem when I debugged it before. The current anomaly is worth paying attention to..." Omo said, moving his fingers slightly, opening Morrison.EXE in the muted state, confirming the background of the terminal itself and After no occupation.

He immediately turned to look at the large instrument in front of the long queue not far away.

Countless tiny currents danced on the metal surface, making the thing look neither safe nor stable.

"Is that a gaming device?" he asked Ling on the other side.

"That's right!"

The latter was still chatting with Skadi next to him on something that seemed to be a serious topic, with a very focused expression. However, when he heard Omer's inquiry, he immediately turned around and subconsciously wanted to lift the gourd, but he couldn't. He met Zhongyue's gaze.

Then he put it down calmly.

"That's the gaming machine that those guys at Rheinland Life are busy working on. I heard that they haven't even given it a name yet because they haven't been able to fully unify it."

(End of this chapter)