Monster Factory

(Some readers of the book review say that I have updated a chapter. Unrighteously, No. 1 has been 2 chapters every day so far. Today it is also 2 chapters, with updated date verification.

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A lot of people around the ticket inspector?

Wang Zhiming consciously picked up the SLR camera and walked towards the checkpoint.

A little far away, Wang Zhiming couldn't see what the ticket inspector looked like. But now that people are watching, it's mostly the Quartet, and they hire some pretty models, or some particularly weird clowns.

However, as soon as he approached, Wang Zhiming realized that his thoughts were too vulgar.

Ten checkpoints, ten checkers.

These ticket inspectors are actually a robot, slightly shorter than normal people!

Look at the lively tourists, surrounded by the robot, touching the robot with their hands from time to time, then screaming with an itchy excitement in their ears.

“Oh, my God, what kind of technology is this?” Wang Zhiming ran to the front with excitement, first clicking on a few pictures, then hanging the camera around his neck and squeezing it into the human nest.

“Welcome to the Four Common Markets Crab Festival. ”

This robot, wearing a vest and tie, suddenly turned its head and said hello to Wang Zhiming, making a friendly electronic sound: “Please show your ticket. ”

More than just Wang Zhiming's side, the robot bent down to say hello, took the ticket in the hand of the tourist, and then tapped on the identifier on his left wrist.

Once verified, the robot makes an invitation gesture.

Some tourists were curious and tried to break in, and the robot reached out and stopped them like a traffic cop. Seriously: “This tourist, you are acting wrong. ”

Wang Zhiming hesitated to hold the ticket in his hand.

The robot slightly twisted its head and extended its right hand to access the ticket. Wang Zhiming's consciousness shrunk back when he saw this arm stretched out with a metallic glow and a sense of steel power.

With this contraction, the robot paused and bent over: "Please give me the ticket. ”

Wang Zhiming reached out again, and when the ticket was about to hit the robot's palm, he deliberately retracted. He's also very boring. Trying to make this robot happy.

The robot stopped again. Wang Zhiming saw that it was not talking and handed out the ticket again.

Wang Zhiming thought that the robot would be stunned and reach for the ticket again. I didn't expect the robot's head to be high and his hands to hold his chest. He refused to serve Wang Zhiming very coldly: “This tourist, I will be angry. ”

The robot answered coldly, laughing directly at the tourists next door.

Other visitors laughed, while Wang Zhiming, the fighter, almost cried with the SLR camera.

How long have you been waiting?

After almost three months of waiting, Wang Zhiming finally waited for a material that he was sure could be featured on the front page of the news.

With this in mind, Wang Zhiming hurriedly raised the camera and recorded the wonderful picture of what happened at the ticket checkpoint.

If the ticket entrance is a surprise and excitement for tourists, then the images in the stadium are a complete shock and unbelievable.

Dressed beside a beautiful hallway, the robot in the vest is stuffed.

At a glance, there was no staff member in the entire corridor, all standing up straight robots.

A triennial event organized by a local city. Isn't it funny that there isn't a staff member?

But it did happen, and walking into the corridor was like walking into the future world of science and fiction. Whenever a visitor approaches, the closest robot to the visitor is activated and raised.

When Wang Zhiming finished filming the materials at the checkpoint, he turned back into the aisle three times a step.

Two platoons of stand-up robots, half of them already, lead these out-of-town tourists inside, like guides. There were a few daring little friends who also held the robot's palm and bounced around to treat it like a playmate.

ka-cha ka-cha ka-cha ka-cha

At this time, Wang Zhiming, already in a state of madness, hatred can not produce three heads and six arms, record everything that happened here.

News.

It's all news. It's all new news like never before. When Wang Zhiming walked in here, like a shark that had dried up for 10 years, he suddenly jumped into the vast ocean.

The news in front of us is a delicious fish, a needle that will rejuvenate him.

Most importantly, there is no peer here and he snatches food.

“Haha ~ Those big reporters who were sent to film the live news of Xu Jingu concert may still be stalling on the road.” Wang Zhiming laughed and pressed the shutter again and again.

“Big news, big news, it's all on my own, I'm going to be developed. ”

Huge sense of happiness, makes Wang Zhiming's soul turbulent. The camera became a moving turret, searching for targets quickly.

However…

When Wang Zhiming turned around and shot a group of naughty children fall, the robot hurried up to help her warm picture. Wang Zhiming suddenly seemed struck by lightning, momentarily stunned in place.

Because next to that robot, he actually stood a young man with a raised camera, an exhilarating look, and a big shitty look on his face.

The young man, dressed in some silly goose yellow winter suit, had a big eye logo on his flashing camera.

It's the logo of this big eye, so Wang Zhiming instantly smells like his peers.

“Damn it, Sina's logo?” Wang Zhiming couldn't help but shout out.

The young man turned his head and looked at Wang Zhiming with some confusion.

As he stared at Wang Zhiming, his eyes grew bigger and bigger, like an inflated balloon. Because on Wang Zhiming's camera, a silly penguin logo was affixed.

“Ah!”

“Ah!”

After two shouts, they pulled their legs and ran.

“Calligraphy! ”

Wang Zhiming's mind was like a time bomb installed in a fellow traveler. The eyes of the fellow traveler clearly told him how much the other party's inner thoughts were like his own.

Laptop internet must be found immediately, the press material in the camera must be sent out before that fellow traveler.

Wang Zhiming ran along the channel. He had already made the maximum speed. I didn't expect a robot to chase him faster.

“Sir, what do you want? Stop.” The robot makes an anxious female voice.

“Ahhh, I'm in a hurry, I need a computer.” Wang Zhiming wrapped his leg around the wheel and rushed into the gym.

The scene here is even more wonderful. At a glance, dozens of robots with white aprons and chef hats are standing on the food square temporarily set up with tables and chairs.

They're actually steaming crabs, roasting squid.

“Where's the computer? Where's my computer?” Wang Zhiming doesn't think about news at this time. Hate can't look for computers with a hundred pairs of eyes.

Wang Zhiming then saw on the left side of the square a fat little boy sitting in a dining chair, chewing crabs with greasy palms and pressing them on a notebook keyboard.

Here Wi-Fi is all over the place, the back of the notebook, bitten by the Apple logo, occupies the full look of Wang Zhiming.