I rely on the animation of the earth to conquer the interstellar

Chapter 55

    She had a hunch that although she didn't know what the task was, the animation was bound to be the center of the conspiracy. It is best for me to speed up my pace and stabilize my foothold before the mutation occurs, otherwise no one will know what will happen afterwards.

    It was rare for her to branch out, her thoughts flowed like a spring, and she wrote and revised the fourth episode quickly.

    According to the old rules, each series of Black Cat starts to change its painting style from the third episode, and starts to rush towards the main line from the fourth episode. The audience is used to this strange flavor, but they are looking forward to how she wants to draw this story without digressing.

    The comment area of ​​the third episode is full of prophecy emperors:

    [I have come back from my studies, and now I have guessed how the black cat will tell the story. Expose your identity. ]

    [Disagree with the above, Black Cat didn't mean that the sixth episode is over, if the fourth episode is so exciting, what will be drawn in the next two episodes? ]

    [So this episode is still daily? That's too watery. Watching three consecutive episodes every day makes people feel fatigued. 】

    No matter what they say, they will still watch the follow-up honestly on the day of the broadcast, and the black cat, as expected, gave them a big surprise.

    ...

    a peaceful night.

    Sylvia finished her busy work, and dragged her tired body to open the door. The key was turned in the keyhole for the second time, and she suddenly stopped, and suddenly bent her knees and squatted down, and her whole body was crawling in the dust.

    "Zheng——" In the

    next second, an arrow emitting a faint blue light was inserted into the door, making a "sizzling, sizzling" electrical jumping sound. Sylvia had no doubt that if she hadn't avoided it just now, the arrow would have stuck her in the back of her head.

    Is it a killer? Sylvia narrowed her eyes.

    No, she subsequently denied her thoughts. What age is this, killers still use cold weapons?

    Immediately afterwards, the arrow entwined with the blue arc miraculously dissolved in the air, and even the door inserted by it began to "melt", and the metal casing gradually turned into an invisible sticky substance. After a few minutes, the sticky Thickness falls off and becomes a dense stream of data.

    Her breathing stopped for a moment.

    This thing is so familiar to her, on the day she awakened her self-awareness, there was such a thunderstorm in the sky. Everything dissolved by it will become pre-factory data, which will be recycled and reused by game administrators.

    "They found out." Sylvia said in an affirmative tone.

    The screen jumps, and the three technicians of the game organizer are having a headache for her. Just as they want to continue generating reverse transcription arrows, they are stopped by a white coat whose face cannot be seen clearly.

    "What are you doing?" The white coat asked, and the voice was a very young man.

    It was a young man with chestnut hair and brown eyes, about 23 or 24 years old, with a gentle appearance and not aggressive. But the identity card on his chest has already revealed his identity - "Technical Team Leader".

    You can't look at the appearance when you look at people. Sitting in this position at a young age is by no means good luck and can be summed up.

    The technicians looked towards the door in unison, and when they saw who was coming, they couldn't help but act cautiously: "Ah, hello, team leader, we are processing this abnormal data."