Soul Mechanic [Interstellar]

[Qiuqiu was confessed]

Mu Qiu stared at Coco without blinking, without speaking.

Coco looked at him and asked in a daze, "Are you helping or not?"

Mu Qiu still stared at him and nodded heavily, "Help!"

Coco felt like something was a little weird, but still couldn't help expressing his thoughts.

"Little J can automatically connect with the radar in the area, but it can only scan the infrared radiation and mental fluctuations of humans or mental bodies. The specific images need to be input by themselves. Without prior input...you see -"

As Coco said, just input a new coordinate, and an unfamiliar environment appeared on the map. It was still a scaled-down version of the real scene. The only difference was that the villains above were all system templates and couldn't see their faces.

"The white ones are ordinary people, the red ones are the sentries, and the blue ones are the guides-but I don't really understand, the results scanned by the guides will have different shades of color, and there may even be a few color numbers— Is it because of the difference in talent?"

Mu Qiu felt more and more that the program Coco designed was very scary. If the color of the wizard's talent could be scanned, would his talent no longer need to be carefully hidden?

Despite the excitement in the mental realm, Mu Qiu still pursed his mouth and said as calmly as possible: "I have a few questions, can you answer me first?"

Coco snorted, thinking that he was wise to make a request, "If I answer you, you have to help me modify the image of the spiritual body—"

"You know, I can't see the mental body. The current input by J. is constructed based on the children's descriptions. Some of them look like and some are not." Coco sighed.

Perhaps it is because of the different dimensions. At present, no photography or photo-taking technology can record this mysterious creature. Ordinary people, who account for 95% of the human population, will never be able to see it for a lifetime.

"Have you not asked anyone else to help?" Mu Qiu couldn't help asking.

Coco shook his head, "Little J has just made it and it hasn't been perfected yet. I don't want others to know for now."

So, is this time destined to let yourself miss it? Mu Qiu was smug in silence.

Then, he drew a pie for Coco with seriousness, "I promise to help you, not just this time, if you want, I can draw all the spiritual bodies that can be seen for you-you should see it. Now, my spirit and body are good, and my painting skills are also good."

Coco nodded again and again, "That's what I meant!" In just one day, he found that the spirits of the children loved to revolve around Mu Qiu!

Mu Qiu smiled treacherously, "Then, I'm going to start asking. First, I wonder if this system uses local area radar, wouldn't it be under the surveillance of the central control system all the time? ?"

Coco patted his chest and said confidently: "Don't worry, I'm not that stupid! Little J wrote an anti-theft program when designing it. Without my permission, any unfamiliar device could not be opened."

Mu Qiu pointed to Coco's virtual screen, "Secondly, isn't Xiao J the name of this program?"

"Yeah!" said ridiculously, "is it aggressive enough?"

Mu Qiu said silently, "I sound familiar--if I remember correctly, this is the nickname of Wright's interstellar website Jinjiang."

Coco shrank his neck and said with a guilty conscience: "Well, I know I can't hide it from you. After I perfect it, I really want to join the subsystem of Jinjiang.com."

Mu Qiu black line-not only you can't hide it from me, you probably can't hide it from any common-sense federal citizen.

The Wright Group is the third largest group in the Federation after the Wolf Group and the Rhein Group.

The Wolf Group is mainly engaged in mechas, but also involves machinery, energy and other industrial fields, and has some inextricable connections with the military;

The strengths of Rheinland Group lie in pharmacy and bionic technology. There are tens of thousands of scientific research teams and experimental bases across the planet. In recent years, it has strived to penetrate both military and political parties;

The Wright Group pays more attention to people’s livelihood. It started from the production of nanny robots, and later entered the interstellar industry. Now its Jinjiang.com has become a comprehensive portal site integrating shopping, search, reading, and interaction, which can be said to be all interstellar. NO.1.

It is no exaggeration to say that, except for the natives of the Wild Stars without internet, any federal citizen cannot live without Jinjiang Net.

Coco’s goal is very ambitious. He is determined to input all sentinels and guides and their spiritual body images to make the most popular app in the whole Federation, no, the whole interstellar, so that ordinary people like him can see the spiritual body. !

"What about after it is done?" Mu Qiu asked tentatively, "Do you have any plans?"

"Uh..." Coco was a little dazed, and said in a daze, "After making it...show it to my aunt first, and my aunt will be very happy-in this case, she shouldn't think that I'm just an ordinary person anymore?"

When I mentioned this, I couldn't help but collapsed my shoulders, "Although I will come to class every week, but I know that others are laughing at me, how could there be a guide who hasn't awakened in my 20s? Haha, in fact, I gave up a long time ago. I'm just an ordinary person."

Mu Qiu sighed secretly, and Teacher Lisa mentioned vaguely that Coco seemed to have no parents. He was raised by a guide named Peipei.

He patted Coco on the shoulder and said seriously: "Don't worry, you will be able to achieve your goals."

Coco nodded heavily.

——

When school was over, the butler of Lin Mansion stood at the door with a smile-this was the only opportunity for a parent to show up at the door in a year.

At other times, regardless of their status, all parents can only pick up people on the tarmac, and teachers will send students there, except for boarding students of course.

Lin Jiahe looked beaming all over, and the little guy seriously handed the printed cards one by one into the hands of his classmates.

Mu Qiu was at the back of the line, as usual, attracting a crowd of students and parents onlookers--he had gotten used to it in a few weeks.

"Qiuqiu is coming!" Jiahe kid said to Mu Qiu specially, "please bring pumpkin, snow baby, leaves, Xiaobai, if you are worried that no one will cook for Qiuqiu husband, you can also take Qiuqiu Husband brought it over—Uncle said, there is a lot of food to eat at the banquet!"

Mu Qiu raised his eyebrows and looked down at the little traitor who was holding his clothes.

Carrot covered her mouth and smiled secretly.

Steward Lin also politely stepped forward and said respectfully: "If it is convenient, please visit the guide. The young master often mentions you at home, saying that you are always kind to help him write down notes and help take care of Jingjing— —My husband wants to thank you in person."

Mu Qiu waved his hand, "Thanks for nothing, it's just a matter of effort. Tomorrow happens to be Saturday. If there is nothing important, I will definitely go."

"That wouldn't be better." Butler Lin gave a cordial smile.

Jiahe also looked very happy, even the fat and lazy panda Jingjing rolled over — really rolled — and hugged Muqiu's legs.

Steward Lin had long heard that Jingjing was very close to Mu Qiu, but it was surprising to see it with his own eyes.

For the first time in his life, he violated the rules of being an excellent housekeeper and couldn't help but look at Mu Qiu deeply for a long time.

Until Mu Qiu disappeared at the end of the path, Butler Lin still had a thoughtful expression.

——

Mu Qiu didn't care about these.

At this time, he had a message that he wanted to tell Chu Qingtian.

There was still ten minutes away from the apron, and Mu Qiu couldn't wait to open the terminal and call the emergency contact.

It was quickly connected over there. Mu Qiu lowered his head and said enthusiastically, "Chu Qingtian, let me tell you - eh --"

"What's wrong? Qiuqiu?!" An anxious shout came from the end of the terminal, and there were hurried footsteps, "Qiuqiu, where are you? Did you leave the school gate? What happened?"

"I'm okay," Mu Qiu regained his senses and said quickly, "I just... accidentally bumped into someone, don't worry..."

"Stay there, Qiuqiu, I'll be there soon." Chu Qingtian hung up the terminal and ran in the direction of Mu Qiu.

"All right?" The cold male voice didn't seem to have any emotion.

Mu Qiu shook his head blankly, staring at each other blankly.

The man retracted his hand, walked around Mu Qiu, and walked forward straight-from beginning to end, his face was expressionless.

Mu Qiu, a middle-aged man with gray hair, brown eyes, and a three-point look similar to Chu Qingtian, and a cold personality--Mu Qiu suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Qiuqiu!" With a strong hug, Mu Qiu was trapped in his arms.

The radish was also curled by the gray awns with its tail and flung it on his back.

Mu Qiu patted the bulging muscles of the sentinel, and said warmly, "Don't be nervous, I'll be fine."

"Next time I will pick you up at the door!" The sentry in a worried state announced in a deep voice.

Mu Qiu knew that he couldn't go against him at this time, so he had to change the subject, "By the way, I just wanted to tell you a good news, come, and talk while walking..."

Chu Qingtian was pulled by the guide and scanned the surrounding flowers and trees vigilantly—here, there was a familiar sentinel aura...

——

Chu Qingtian looked at the little J that Coco designed, and he didn't seem to be very interested - or that his mind was not here.

Mu Qiu sighed, and had to say honestly: "I just met a person just now, because I was so anxious to talk to you that I didn't see clearly, I accidentally bumped into him."

Chu Qingtian looked at him in silence and motioned for him to continue.

Mu Qiu curled his lips, feeling a little aggrieved--how did he look like a prisoner.

This time he sighed and replaced him with Chu Qingtian. He took the little-tempered guide aside, and the two big men squeezed into a chair.

Chu Qingtian kissed the corner of his guide's mouth, and then softly asked, "Who is that person? Do you know him?"

Then Mu Qiu said, "I think I look a bit like you..."

Chu Qingtian frowned, "Is it Bieber?"

Mu Qiu shook his head quickly, and said hesitantly: "Age... probably over 50 years old (50 or 60 years old in the interstellar age is about 40 years old in the ancient earth), I guess, will it be..."

Chu Qingtian frowned more tightly. He clicked on the terminal and called up a military channel news from it, "Is it this person?"

Mu Qiu saw that it was really!

The man in the picture is in a military uniform, tall and tall, with a cold face, exactly the same as the man just now.

Mu Qiu nodded.

Chu Qingtian put away the screen blankly, and said lightly, "I see."

Mu Qiu knew that he was right.

"Chu Qingtian..." Mu Qiu touched the sentinel's slashing face, not knowing how to comfort him.

Chu Qingtian turned his face and kissed his hand. The drooping eyelids covered the faint sadness in his eyes--no need to say anything between the two, they knew each other.

——

Lu Xun's interest in Xiao J is obviously much greater than that of Chu Qingtian.

This man who has always been cold and cautious, changed his normal state and set out the benefits that J's ownership might bring to the team in an orderly manner.

Lu Xun meticulously and even verbally urged Mu Qiu to delay as much as possible to stabilize Cocoa, and clearly stated that such talents must be drawn to the Tianlong team if possible.

Mu Qiu couldn't put his mouth in at all, he could only nod his head.

It wasn't until the video was turned off that Mu Qiu let out a long sigh of relief and sat on the sofa as if after a battle.

Chu Qingtian rubbed his shoulder amusedly.

"Tell me," Mu Qiu raised his head and glanced at the man beside him, "you should have let out of your position long ago."

Chu Qingtian shrugged indifferently.

Mu Qiu nodded to himself, as if he was affirming his thoughts, "I think if there is no deputy team, our team will die."

Chu Qingtian agreed.

"By the way, I'm going to attend the...birthday party tomorrow." Mu Qiu remembered the invitation and took it out of the space button.

Chu Qingtian turned over and said slowly, "Heartly welcome Mu Qiu and classmates—come to join me—"

Mu Qiu snatched the invitation card and tried to stop him from reading it.

"...Seventh birthday party. Address: Linzhai, No. 36 Rainbow Street; Time: June 6, 6018 at 16:00 p.m...." Chu Qingtian held up his empty hand and finished it pretentiously.

Mu Qiu said angrily, "I won't take you tomorrow!"

Chu Qingtian drew another one from under his **** like a trick, shook it in front of Mu Qiu's eyes, and said with a smile: "It's okay, my dear, I can take you there."

Mu Qiu was taken aback, "You have it too?"

Chu Qingtian nodded slowly, like an old scholar pretending to be deep.

Mu Qiu was suddenly amused by his appearance.

——

The next day, after lunch, Mu Qiu tidyed up the little guys one by one, putting on the most fashionable little suit that I bought last week, wearing a cute bow tie, and all the little mud monkeys who beckoned to cats and dogs. In seconds, he became a gentle little handsome guy.

The little radish is the most stinky one. He spent half an hour in front of the mirror taking a picture, and finally he clung to Mu Qiu stickily, begging, "Qiuqiu, I will wear this again in the future-go to school or go out to play To wear!"

Mu Qiu flicked the little red checkered bow tie of the little guy, and said with a smile: "If you lie down like this again, be careful that your clothes will get wrinkled."

After hearing the words, the little radish "swish" straightened up, and twisted his body left and right when he was finished, carefully checking whether there was any wrinkles.

Mu Qiu couldn't help but laugh.

Although the other children are not as exaggerated as Little Turnip, all of them are full of energy.

Even the little green vine dangled in front of Mu Qiu's eyes from time to time, showing off the pale pink bow on the short and chubby vine—this was the little guy's pick.

Mu Qiu couldn't help but said, "Speaking of which, is it possible that Xiao Ye Zi is a girl?"

While starting the aircraft, Chu Qingtian nodded in agreement, "That's not true, isn't the thorn mother tree a female? Even if her companion vine is a...girl, isn't it strange?"

Not only is it not surprising, Mu Qiu is also very pleased-their family lacks a girl!

No wonder Little Green Teng has always been the best behaved and most diligent, originally a girl!

Along the way, Mu Qiu silently blamed himself for the neglect of the little guy’s gender before, and at the same time made up his mind to give Little Green Teng more care...balabala...

——He didn't end all his conjectures until Chu Qingtian announced that he had arrived at the destination.

——

Lin's house is on a satellite of the imperial capital, and many people with good looks will buy land and build houses here.

There are 36 households in the entire Rainbow Street, and the Lin family is at the end of the street, occupying a large area.

As soon as the aircraft landed, two well-trained waiters greeted them graciously. One helped them drive the aircraft to a suitable position, and the other guided them into the scooter and entered the house.

Mu Qiu took a moment to take a look. There were already several rows of aircraft with different appearances neatly parked on the Lin Family's dedicated apron, occupying more than half of the space.

Mu Qiu glanced at the terminal, 16:15, this time should be not too early, just right.

At the entrance of the hall, there are two waiters in high-end uniforms who specially collect invitations from the guests-this is mainly to prevent the uninvited media or the unruly people from entering, and the guests can understand.

Mu Qiu stuffed his invitation card into Xiao Xuelian's hands without a trace, while he himself stood beside Chu Qingtian decently.

Chu Qingtian saw his movements in his eyes, desperately holding back a smile.

The tall waiter bent down and smiled kindly at Xiao Xuelian, "Excuse me, are you the little guide Mu Qiu?"

Xuewa's little white hand grasped the invitation card, blinked innocently, and said crisply, "I am Xuewa!"

The waiter smiled kindly and thought to himself: Probably his nickname!

On the other side, Chu Qingtian spread out the invitation card in his hand and said proudly, "This is my guide."

Mu Qiu nodded earnestly in agreement.

"You two have a very good relationship," the waiter said heartily.

Chu Qingtian straightened his military uniform, and his back straightened even more.

Mu Qiu walked by him pretending to be gentle, followed by a wave of small carrot heads with different appearances, all of them exquisitely dressed, attracting a large number of people's attention.

Lin Jiaqing was talking with the guests while paying attention to the direction of the door.

After seeing this familiar family, he finally showed a relaxed expression.

He strode over and held Chu Qingtian's hand with an undisguised surprise in his eyes, "I was still worried that Captain Chu and Guide Mu would not be there because of their busy schedules. Now that's it, I finally gave me a little Thank you for the opportunity to save your son."

"Mr. Lin is serious." Chu Qingtian said with a smile.

Only then did Mu Qiu know where Chu Qingtian's invitation came from—unexpectedly, the child rescued at Mai Mai's house that day was still related to the Jiahe child.

At this time, Mrs. Lin also hurriedly walked over, with a deep gratitude on her delicate face, and teased slightly: "Let them drink and talk about politics, please come with me, please."

Mu Qiu glanced at the "ladies circle" in the small hall, and involuntarily grabbed Chu Qingtian's sleeves.

Chu Qingtian couldn't help but smiled: "My guide is a little scary. If Mrs. Lin doesn't mind, why not let him be with me temporarily?"

Mrs. Lin waved her hand quickly, "You are serious."

After each exchange exchanged a few words, Mrs. Lin returned to the small hall again and enthusiastically entertained the distinguished guests; Chu Qingtian was introduced by Lin Jiaqing to several rookies in the military who were familiar with each other.

Mu Qiu retaliatedly scratched Chu Qingtian's arm, lowered his voice and said angrily in his ear, "You are afraid of life!"

Although the voice is very low, it can't escape the sentinel's hearing. Lin Jiaqing coughed lightly, concealing the smile on her lips.

Mu Qiu blushed, found an excuse casually, and took the children to hide.

Lin Jiaqing looked at Chu Qingtian's indifferent expression and couldn't help asking, "Are you really relieved?"

Chu Qingtian looked at Mu Qiu's background with a petting smile, "Mr. Lin must have investigated, right? My guide is a top student of the Military Academy."

Lin Jiaqing was not embarrassed at all, but smiled calmly at Chu Qingtian's gaze.

When dealing with smart people, there is no need to cover up.

——

It can be roughly seen from the appearance of the Lin family that they are of relatively pure Chinese ancestry.

Lin's architectural style tends to be antique.

The backyard is full of flowers and trees, row upon row of pavilions, towers and pavilions, and even a puddle of flowing water, meandering into the artificial lake in the courtyard.

The sight in front of him almost made Mu Qiu think that he had returned to the tourist sacred place of the ancient earth.

Of course, if you look closely, there are still many differences, such as the materials used, and the details of the design, revealing traces of interstellar civilization everywhere.

"Qiuqiu, can we go there to play?" Little Carrot asked expectantly, pointing to the octagonal pavilion in the middle of the lake.

For the "lonely and ignorant" little guys, there are things that have never been seen here, just like the fairyland in the story-yes, it is the fairyland.

A pair of round eyes looked at Mu Qiu expectantly.

"I don't know if it will cause you trouble..." Mu Qiu asked the waiter behind him.

The waiter hurriedly said: "The distinguished guests are free. My husband has bid farewell to every place here. Even if the children play by themselves, it will not be dangerous. There is also a young master in my house, who is a precious guide!"

The waiter's tone was full of pride, but he didn't mean anything to show off.

"Thank you." Mu Qiu said politely, then nodded to the little guys.

The little guys cheered and ran towards the pavilion one by one.

Mu Qiu found a stone bench to sit down at will, and the waiter also sat next to him.

"Your children are so lively!" The other party said emotionally, "They look very special too!"

Mu Qiu smiled at him. To be honest, he is not very good at talking about his personal affairs with strangers.

Obviously, the young waiter doesn't need to hear any response, he can say non-stop, "Well, if our young master can be so lively as well!"

Hearing him repeatedly mentioned "Little Master", Mu Qiu suddenly remembered the Jiahe classmate who invited him to come.

He was about to ask, when he heard a familiar childish voice not far away, "Qiuqiu-originally you were here!"

The child Jiahe with round eyes happily ran over, followed by a boy with a sullen face.

Jiahe softly took Mu Qiu's hand, and said like an adult: "Qiuqiu, the classmates' house is over there, let me take you there."

"You, you are what my young master often mentioned... Qiuqiu... the guide?" The waiter was surprised with surprise.

Before Mu Qiu had time to say anything, the small soft hand in his palm was pulled out forcefully.

A familiar little boy was looking at Mu Qiu without blinking with his dark and translucent eyes open.

Mu Qiu raised his eyebrows and was an acquaintance again!

Jiahe pouted and rubbed his hands and complained, "Lin Ruidong, I am your little uncle, how can I treat your little uncle like this?"

Dongdong's small man looked at the soft and cute "uncle" next to him with disdain, and said coolly, "Don't touch my guide!"

"Huh?" The kid Jiahe didn't react.

The waiter next to him held back his smile and reminded: "Young Master Dongdong, this guide admiring already has a sentry, I'm afraid you have to seek another guide."

Dongdong was stunned for a moment, then clenched his small fist and shouted angrily: "Who is it?! I want him to play fair!"

Mu Qiu couldn't laugh or cry—what's going on with a peach blossom debt at a very young age? !