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

Wait, does Kroos really exist?

Could it actually be hysteria?

One question after another surfaced in Chen Yi's mind, and he realized that he was now in a state of confusion.

"commander."

It sounded like someone was calling him, but the voice was unfamiliar.

Driven by some unknown reason, Chen Yi walked to the door and looked out through the peephole.

That was myself, but it was a red version of myself, my body melting at a visible rate.

I have no hand.

"I can hear the laughter of thousands."

I can hear about the feast.

That's what 'myself' said.

......

Chen Yi opened his eyes, his pupils filled with turbidity.

Turning her head left and right, she realized that she had somehow crawled back into bed, and one of her hands was still tightly locked in Sakurajima Mai's embrace, unable to move.

I tried to pull it out, but to no avail.

He pulled his hand back from outside the blanket and carefully pried open Sakurajima Mai's two wicked claws, regaining his freedom.

I reached for my phone on the bedside table, took it in my hand, and glanced at the time.

July 29th, 7:00 AM.

"Good morning, Commander," Kroos said calmly.

"Hmm, good morning." Chen Yi's thoughts were still muddled, and he felt as if he had forgotten something.

Should I buy another set of bedding?

Getting out of bed, the cool air from the air conditioner made him feel a little uncomfortable, but leaving the bedroom, the warmth of the outside air invigorated him.

After changing his clothes in the next bedroom, Chen Yi quickly washed up and looked in the mirror, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Why does this feel like something I've seen before?

Chen Yi unconsciously touched the mirror, leaving a mark on its smooth surface with his finger.

I went to the kitchen, took out the frozen dumplings, filled a pot with water, and turned on the gas stove to wait for it to boil.

"Where did my cup go?" Chen Yi turned his gaze to the island counter and paused for a moment.

Back in the living room, Chen Yi picked up a cup from the coffee table and scratched his head.

Am I having some kind of mental breakdown lately?

Uh, maybe Mai moved.

After the water boiled, Chen Yi tore open the bag of frozen dumplings and poured them in all at once, then put the rest back in the freezer.

Then open the top shelf of the refrigerator, take out two eggs, and fry them in another pan.

"Good morning..." Mai Sakurajima entered the living room, rubbed her eyes, and was still half asleep.

"Good morning, breakfast will take a while." Chen Yi leaned against the island counter, scrolling through his phone idly.

......

"I'm going to be late!"

When Aoyama Nanami arrived at the train station, she heard some very bad news.

The tram was forced to stop running due to an accident, so the fastest way to get to the company for the interview was by taxi.

Otherwise, I might miss today's interview.

She had been preparing for this for a long time, and she didn't want to give up this opportunity so easily.

What should we do now...?

Aoyama Nanami was at his wit's end and stamped his foot in frustration.

"Mr. Chen..."

She thought of someone, opened LINE, and then suddenly stopped.

Do I really need to borrow money?

Her inherent pride and reluctance to trouble others became shackles binding her, and this selection process was the only chance she had to successfully apply in months.

Aoyama Nanami gritted her teeth, suppressed her discomfort, and typed out a message to send it over.

"Hopefully Mr. Chen will see this within this timeframe..."

Aoyama Nanami closed her eyes and prayed silently.

'no problem.'

Chen Yi readily agreed and transferred eight thousand yen directly.

A budget sufficient to travel from Tokyo to Ikebukuro.

Thank you so much! I will definitely repay you!

Aoyama and Shichikai were overjoyed.

"Don't think about paying back the money for now. Don't be too nervous. I believe in you. Keep going." At the same time, Chen Yi sent another encouraging message to Aoyama Nanami.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen..." Aoyama Nanami muttered to himself, then, as if waking from a dream, he jogged away from the tram station and waved vigorously at the street to flag down a taxi.

"Master...go..."

No problem today!

She looked at Chen Yi's message and cheered herself up.

PS: A quick chat about "Honkai Impact 3rd: I'm playing all the dark versions of Valkyries".

Summer Vacation: Chapter 121 Target Range

"It's fixed."

At Rio Futaba's house, Futaba took out the helmet, which still had a faint smell of anti-rust oil on it.

"Give it a try."

Chen Yi took the smart helmet, felt its weight, put it on his head, and fastened the buckle.

"Night vision thermal fusion system is normal, miniature radar is operating normally, routine test data is normal..."

Chen Yi tapped the outer layer of the helmet, producing a crisp sound, and then turned the knob to adjust the viewing angle.

"Oh, right, and this too."

Rio Futaba took out another mask.

"This is a matching helmet, a hard face shield, which offers some bulletproof protection, but its main function is to filter toxic substances."

Chen Yi took the mask, looked at the two filters with filter canisters attached, and put it on his face.

"Hmm, the overall effect is good." Shuangye took out her phone and snapped a picture.

"As long as it's practical, we don't need to worry about the appearance," Chen Yi said casually, his voice muffled.

I took off the mask, fumbled with my fingers to find the buckle, and clicked it open.

"Thank you." Chen Yi thought for a moment, then put the helmet into his guitar bag.

"You should get a new bag; you can barely fit all your gear in it," Rio Futaba suggested.

"really."

Chen Yi nodded. After all, in many places, carrying a large guitar bag is no different from carrying a hiking backpack, so it's better to just carry a hiking backpack.

"Would you like to sit a little longer? Stay for lunch?" Shuangye placed a cup of coffee in front of Chen Yi, the cup still slowly steaming.

"No, I have things to do back home. The robot's movement is still being tested, and there's no solution yet for the control bracelet," Chen Yi replied, gently blowing on his cup.

"I see. Good luck then... Oh, by the way." After taking a sip, Rio Futaba put down her cup as if she remembered something.

"There seems to be a fake human coming from the suburbs around here recently. I don't know how it got into this central area of ​​Chiba. Remember to be careful."

"Its scientific name is 'scarecrow', and it's a rather troublesome variant."

......

In Japan's online environment, the scarecrow is widely regarded as the prototype of the urban legend of the 'twisting figure'.

Its core characteristic is its plant fiber exterior, which does not melt or move under sunlight, but moves extremely fast at night.

Of course, there is another extremely troublesome core ability, which is mental pollution.

Regardless of day or night, staring at the 'scarecrow' for a long time will cause your limbs to twist unconsciously, making it look like a 'fentanyl fold'.

If it's daytime and a passerby takes you to the hospital in time, then there's nothing to worry about; but at night, the scarecrow will take advantage of your unconsciousness to reap your life.

The key point is that they have an extremely high aggression drive.

After reading the introduction, Chen Yi fell into thought.

"A long time, how long?" he muttered to himself.

“About ten breaths later,” Kroos replied.

She searched the internet much faster than Chen Yi and had already compiled the report to a considerable extent.

"Moreover, the mental pollution caused by this fake person has aftereffects. If they lose consciousness in the days that follow, they will experience limb distortion. The fastest recovery record is three months, and the longest is a full fourteen years."

"In other words, it means they twist themselves into a pretzel shape when they sleep." Chen Yi understood. "Speaking of which, who is this patient who recovered in three months?"

"He's just an ordinary office worker, not a good reference," Kroos replied.

Fine.

After closing the search results, Chen Yi returned to the programming software and continued writing the bracelet's program. The circuit board connected by a data cable next to him occasionally emitted a faint glow.

......

“This… is so heavy.” Mai Sakurajima held up the DSR-50 and tried to aim while standing.

"This thing has a tripod that you lower down. Can you even hit accurately while standing?" Chen Yi stood to the side and looked at the targets in the stadium.

In downtown Chiba, land is extremely valuable. Even in very wealthy and luxurious shooting ranges, the furthest target is only fifty or sixty meters away, which is not as good as shooting ranges in the suburbs that are a few hundred meters away.

However, he didn't just bring Mai here today to practice shooting; he just came to teach her how to use the weapon, from loading and unloading to disassembling and maintaining it, to quick reloading, and the aiming posture.

"Is... like this?" He loaded the training rounds into the magazine, installed the magazine, and then awkwardly pulled the bolt to chamber the training rounds.

"What's this opening for?" She looked at the magazines feeding from the rear, and then at the magazine well in front of the trigger.

"This is where you put spare magazines." Chen Yi picked up another magazine.

"Oh..." Mai seemed to understand but not quite.

"The recoil of a .50 is quite strong, so be prepared." Chen Yi looked at the huge recoil brake and silently took two steps back.

"boom--!"

A loud, heavy gunshot rang out, echoing throughout the stadium, accompanied by the sound of bullets hitting targets.

The other guests couldn't help but glance in that direction, only to see a huge hole in the steel plate.

Is it also 12.7? Miko Yotsuya thought silently as she put down the RSH-12 and gently rotated her slightly numb wrist.

This hand cannon is really hard to handle...

Yotsuya Miko was somewhat frustrated. Her accuracy with a regular pistol was already good, but when it came to shooting her usual weapon... it was still a bit lacking.

Hey, let's go rest for a while.

Taking off her headphones and putting the keys from the shooting range into her pocket, Miko Yotsuya pushed open the door to the cubicle and walked towards the lounge.

"Keep practicing for a while, don't worry about the cost of bullets... Would you like something to drink?" Chen Yi asked, as he was a little thirsty.

"Hmm... get me a cup of peach fruit tea." After pulling the trigger again, Mai Sakurajima straightened up and rubbed her shoulders.