In a crossover anime, do you believe that a machine spirit can defeat a fake human?

Summer Vacation: Chapter 119 Exoskeleton and DSR-50

express delivery.

After leaving the dinner with Shuangye's mother, Chen Yi returned home and found a huge cardboard box at the door.

"Wait a minute." Chen Yi reached out to stop Sakurajima Mai.

"Hello? I'm a resident of 1002. Who delivered the package to my door?"

"Uncle Nagasaki, yes, ask him for me if this package was sent through legitimate channels." After quickly giving the order, Chen Yi hung up the phone, put down his guitar case, unzipped it, took out a rifle, and handed it to Mai Sakurajima.

They also took out a stethoscope, put it on, and stuck the stethoscope to the courier box.

"No biological activity..."

After listening for a while, Chen Yi came to a conclusion.

After circling around, I finally found an inconspicuous emblem in a corner on the side facing the gate.

'IBC'

Iron-blooded security.

"Oh, it seems to be the protective equipment we mentioned last time. You didn't forget." Chen Yi opened the door, beckoned Sakurajima Mai to lower her guard, and dragged the cardboard box into the room.

"Yi-kun, what's this?" Seeing Chen Yi fall silent after opening the cardboard box, Mai Sakurajima put down her guitar bag and leaned over curiously.

The box was layered; the top layer contained various components neatly stacked, several unassembled plate armor parts, and an assembly diagram.

Chen Yi picked up the shoulder armor and examined it. The material was very light, but its hardness was quite good.

Why do I have to assemble it myself after all this time?

Chen Yi picked up the assembly diagram, which had a few short lines of text on it, signed by the ambassador from the consulate.

Those few lines were concise and powerful:

Dear Chen, please allow me, on behalf of the University of Tokyo's Embassy in Japan, to extend my sincere greetings to you and your companions.

I apologize for the long delay due to procedures and approvals. There's also a small gift at the bottom of the box as a token of my appreciation. Your discovery of the 'evil spirit' and the provision of samples to authoritative research institutions have promoted the development of biological control. Your calm and collected responses to various attacks are also commendable.

As a consulate, we have an obligation to ensure the safety of every international student. Whether it's psychological counseling or coordination with security departments, we will provide you with any support we can. We are always your strong backing.

At the same time, we hope you will continue to be cautious about your surroundings and not neglect to observe and guard against potential threats. If you need any assistance, please be sure to contact us promptly.

Finally, I wish you a safe and smooth study abroad experience and academic success!

...Looks like I've made my name on the list over there.

Chen Yi folded the assembly diagram back up and put it away, then took out the mechanical components one by one.

It's easy to see that this is an exoskeleton with a few protective components, and the hand glove set suggests that it may also have some other functions.

“It also has a grappling hook.” Mai Sakurajima pulled out another part, examined it for a while, and then recognized it.

After taking out everything from the top layer, Chen Yi looked at the lower half of the layer, which was covered by cardboard, and leaned down to open it and take a look.

......

"Corrosive wound..."

At the experimental table, a researcher wearing full protective gear stared intently at the black biological tissue on the table with a furrowed brow.

"Regardless, this type of wound is quite rare... Hydrofluoric acid? Doesn't seem like it..."

He felt that his decades-long academic career had been wasted.

"Senior Tachibana, could it be aqua regia?" The assistant, who was processing other samples, asked casually.

"Whether it's aqua regia, concentrated sulfuric acid, or anything else, it's impossible for it to corrode to this extent."

Hot concentrated nitric acid?

However, there was no obvious pungent odor, and Dr. Orange even suspected that the corrosive wound was left by the Fog Man himself.

"It's a pity that all the surveillance footage in that hotel was fake..." Otherwise, we would have known how the man in the fog died.

Dr. Tachibana took a few steps back and sat on the chair behind him, looking up at the cold incandescent light bulb. He then tilted his head slightly to look at the broken 'monitoring' on another lab table.

Strictly speaking, it's like a machine that has grown flesh and blood, with fine hairs and a few snail-like tentacles peeking out from the cracks.

The so-called fuzz is actually an extremely fine tubular structure, the function of which is unknown.

Sigh... I'd better not think about it anymore.

Dr. Ju felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

"Doctor, are you having dinner tonight?"

An announcement came over the loudspeaker in the sterile laboratory; it was an inquiry from his own secretary.

"I can't eat anymore... Ueno, if you can eat, then go and eat mine too." Dr. Tachibana shifted his gaze to his assistant.

"Huh? Me?... Senior Tachibana, I don't have much of an appetite either." The assistant's focus was interrupted, and she looked helplessly at the large lump of frozen meat in front of her, letting out a soft sigh.

He put down his dissection work, took off his two frosted rubber gloves and threw them into the trash can, then walked to the instrument table a little further away from the lab bench to get a drink of water.

The assistant poured a cup of hot water and drank it slowly.

"Ueno, how's your sample?" After taking off his gloves and mask, Dr. Tachibana also went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water.

"About ten hours have passed since it entered the lab, and the temperature of the sample has not only not risen, but has actually dropped by about two degrees Celsius. It's hard to imagine what this thing was; I've never seen it in databases in other countries."

"Alright, let's go out in a bit and rest for a while... ask if the others are coming." Dr. Tachibana rubbed his temples, his dark circles so severe that it looked like he was about to fall asleep in the lab at any moment.

"A bunch of guys who don't respect academia... They don't even take the chance to make history." Ueno muttered to himself. The two of them had been working for almost a day and a night.

"You can't blame them, after all, the physiological characteristics of these pseudo-humans are all perverted." Dr. Tachibana was more easygoing.

"Let's go, let's go back and rest for a while tonight, consider it a vacation." Dr. Ju put on two more layers of sterile gloves and slowly tidied up the things on the lab table.

......

DSR-50 has a strong gun oil smell.

The gun was painted in jungle camouflage, while the trigger and other metal parts were olive green. The entire gun looked like it had been taken out of a temperature-controlled warehouse, without a single scratch.

Chen Yi stared at the magazine for a while before he remembered what kind of gun it was.

After assembling the gun, the DSR-50 was too long to fit back into the cardboard box. He unfolded the tripod and placed it on the living room floor, silently initiating an internal storm.

"..."

What does it mean that the ambassador sent me a sniper rifle?

It shouldn't be asking me to assassinate political figures...

Chen Yi took out the assembly diagram again and carefully studied the wording on it.

Gift?

Chen Yi's gaze shifted to the sniper rifle, he struggled, and finally revealed a sense of relief.

Forget it, so be it.

I put the tripod away, thought for a moment, then stood it up and placed it next to the sofa.

"Since things have come to this, let's assemble the exoskeleton first."

Summer Vacation: Chapter 120 Inception

I have no hand.

“I can hear the laughter of thousands.“

"I can hear the feast..."

Whose voice is that?

Chen Yi frowned in thought; the voice had a strange sense of familiarity.

The world spun around me, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw the chandelier was off.

I need to use the restroom...

Carefully crawling out of bed so as not to disturb Mai Sakurajima, Chen Yi groped in the dark for his slippers and walked out of the bedroom.

The curtains on the balcony were drawn, and in the darkness, only the security camera was still running, flashing its green LED light.

Chen Yi stood in the living room for a while, looking at the exoskeleton with only the main frame assembled, and then at the DSR-50 placed in the corner.

Without turning on the lights, Chen Yi went to the kitchen, got a glass of cold water, drank it, and casually placed the glass on the kitchen island before going into the bathroom to wash his face.

For some inexplicable reason, Chen Yi stared at himself in the mirror for a long time.

The face in the mirror was both familiar and unfamiliar, its eyes lifeless as if trying to see something through an insurmountable plane.

Ok?

Chen Yi was slightly puzzled. He focused his attention and looked closely at himself in the mirror.

Why... are my eyelids melting?

The eyelids on the left and right sides seemed a bit asymmetrical, but upon closer inspection, this feeling disappeared, and there was nothing strange about the eyelids.

Chen Yi touched it; it was warm, and he could feel the movement of its eyeballs, so it didn't seem fake.

What's going on? Have you been under too much stress lately? I'm even having hallucinations.

Chen Yi closed his eyes, the world went dark, bent down, turned on the tap and washed his face.

wrong.

Chen Yi suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the mirror.

As always, it seemed like it was just an illusion.

Is it not a dream? Is it really not a dream?

Chen Yi took out his phone from his pocket and carefully checked the time.

3:23 AM on August 5th.

The time is accurate, but what about the space?

Chen Yi placed his hand on the bathroom light switch and turned it on with a click. The bright incandescent light dazzled his eyes.

So he turned the light off again.

The lighting fixtures are normal, which means that the accuracy of the text and the causal relationship in the three elements of a dream have been disproven.

They still lack logical reasoning skills.

1000-7 equals 993.

Logical reasoning ability is not a problem.

So it wasn't a dream after all... Looks like I was really out of it.

After leaving the restroom and returning to the hallway, Chen Yi's gaze shifted to the living room. As if possessed, he went back into the living room and picked up the DSR-50, gently stroking it.

Pulling back the bolt, the crisp click of the mechanism was particularly noticeable in the quiet darkness.

A .50 caliber bullet must have a lot of recoil.

Holding the DSR-50 and leaning back on the sofa, Chen Yi felt himself enveloped in darkness and slowly sinking.

My eyelids feel a bit heavy.

Feeling sleepy, Chen Yi slowly closed his eyes, squinting until only a slit remained.

...There was a figure in the corner of the room.

Kelka?

He asked the question instinctively.

But no one responded.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the corner, dimly lit and cluttered, made it look like a human figure.

It's just another illusion.

But why didn't Kroos respond?