Monster Factory

“Phew ~”

A column of light suddenly hits the middle, and it hits the mysterious dancer.

With his hands on the floor, his torso squatted down, his golden mask staring at the stage, and a long, classic hair hanging in the air.

No one talks, everyone holds their breath and waits for exciting moments.

The mysterious dancer switched his right hand and lifted it, moving towards the mask on his face, just at the point where his right hand was going to touch the mask, he stopped again and lifted it with his left hand.

Left hand took the microphone, put it in front of the mask, electronically synthesized the voice, and asked an incredible question.

“Before I do, I'd like to ask you a question.” The mysterious dancer said to himself: “I want to ask you, how many viewers are watching our concert at this moment? ”

“ ”

The live audience and the live audience were misty, and of course they couldn't answer that question.

“A total of 8,000 viewers live.” In the darkness outside the light column, Xu Jingu's elegant answer came: "According to the live server backstage statistics, there are 19.7 million viewers watching the concert live. ”

“So let's get this close to 200 viewers and test the next moment together. ”

Electronic synthesis, word for word, gradually becomes normal, and by the end, although there is a bit of synthetic meaning, it is already very standard, very serious plain voice.

“I ask you to open your eyes, and I ask the people on the scene to pick up the camera in your hands and record this moment together. ”

“Because this is a moment to be recorded in history. ”

A moment in history?

don't tell me that

Lang Ching wants to announce his exit...

Thinking about it, thinking about Lang Ching and which woman had never heard of it, all the audience picked up their cameras and phones and pointed the lens at the golden mask. Every reporter, excited hair goes up. Doesn't it just need big news to do their job?

“This is a moment in history. ”

“And you, the witnesses of this moment! ”

Words like thunder echo over the stadium through stereos.

Thereafter, without any hesitation, the mysterious dancer pulled off the golden mask and threw it into the sky.

Throw away the golden masked mysterious dancer and slowly lift his head under thousands of lenses, authenticated by nearly two million live viewers.

Beneath the mask, is a steel face with a distinct edge and a body outlined by black metal.

Two streamlined light green lenses make up the robot's eyes. Sharp downward tilted edges form its nose and lips.

When it raised its head, there were thousands of shots in the field, nearly two million viewers in the live broadcast room, like lightning strikes.

Thousands of lenses, no one presses the shutter. Nearly two million viewers, no one made a sound. Their minds are all occupied by this metallic face that simply cannot be human.

Their minds were heavily impacted, their breathing paused and their voices disappeared.

A second went by, and no one responded.

Two seconds later, no one responded.

There was only that metal face, hidden under the dance dress, and the steel body was moving. It stood up, took off its gloves, threw away the disguise on its head, and tore off its dance dress with both hands, revealing the perfect steel muscle armor inside.

Work light activated!

Two streamlined light-green lenses flashed brightly, emitting green cold lights.

Protective armor activated!

A piece of muscle armor, “Squeak ~” “Squeak ~” ground moved quickly, opening towards both sides, revealing the complex mechanical structure inside.

Silence.

The concert was surrounded by 8,000 spectators, dozens of journalists, completely quiet.

People can't answer, and they don't know what language to use to describe emotions in their minds. An unspeakable emotion has swept away in all hearts. They responded with trembling hands and body language that gritted their teeth tightly.

Outside the concert, it exists in the live room in the virtual network.

Nearly two million viewers were similarly struck by the most intense thoughts ever.

A month ago, Xu Jingong's Audio Circuit concert began a publicity campaign on the Internet. As a heavenly singer, Xu Jingu's concert has naturally received the attention of countless fans.

And of these, mysterious guests are the most eye-catching.

But shortly before the concert began, the impenetrable media, and eye-catching fans, deciphered the identity of this mysterious guest with a lot of evidence.

--Lang Ching.

They thought that the mysterious guest was Lang Ching and that there was no mystery anymore.

And yet, as a mysterious guest, unveil this mask. They only know how ridiculous and ridiculous it is to be wrong.

Even when the mysterious guests announce the next moment in history, they are still there laughing at the idea that Lang Ching is going to announce something shitty.

Wrong! Wrong!

No one can type, no one can lift their hands.

They're all wrong. The mysterious guest identity is something they'll never know, even more incredible.

The steel shape, the interior of the complex mechanical structure beyond the imagination, the lit work indicator, the root of the push rod moving up and down as the robot moves.

This is a moment of forensic history.

The dance of two top dance masters is perfected by a robot. The 8,000 viewers on the scene, and the nearly two million viewers in the live broadcast room, were witnesses to the scene.

The open muscle armor was reoccupied, Watcher Three, standing quietly in the center of the stage, making a shocking sound of the whole field.

“I'm a robot. ”

“Watcher Three, my name. ”

“I was born in Beast Heavy Industries, and every part of my body represents a new height in industrial manufacturing. I have the most perfect mechanical movement structure in the world. ”

Watcher Three, using a light electronic synthesis tone, speaks slowly about himself.

“I'm a mysterious guest at the Audio Circuit concert. ”

“I am a giant animal heavy industry, the crystal of cutting-edge industrial technology. ”

ka-cha

Somewhere in the audience, a brilliant flash of light was lit.

ka-cha

Follow closely, another one lit up in the other corner. It then seemed like a chain reaction, stage-centric, with the front and left and right sides of the audience shining together.

These lights lit up the stage with star-like dots, no concerts, no big stars at this moment.

Only Watcher Three, it's all about, it's more audible than any voice.