Chapter 574

[Its behavioral motivation is in doubt; we have failed to determine whether its behavior is out of true hostility or simple play.]

[Transfer operation has been executed.]

After a while, "Key-03" was carried out by a group of agents.

Immediately afterward, the screen switched, and another sculpture appeared in the laboratory.

It was a human sculpture with a large head and a strange shape, built of concrete and steel bars, with mottled colors and black traces left on it.

"Containment-173"!

Herta was still thinking about the feasibility of "Containment-001-Key."

"When the whole plan was first put forward, it sounded like there was some truth and feasibility... but the more you analyze it, the less reliable this plan seems..."

She thought of many things she had scoffed at before — mostly content in the fields of mysticism, metaphysics, and magic.

For example, as long as you get someone's hair, you can curse them remotely;

For another example, put someone's photo on a doll and carry it with you, and you can gradually deepen the relationship between the two.

Thinking of this, Herta's gaze fell on the desktop, on the two dolls leaning together, and she puffed up her cheeks, looking at them with photos of her and Bai Bai Xuan respectively, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

At least, in these fields, she definitely had no position to judge the Administrator and Dr. Moto.

"...But is this really useful?"

Herta asked herself, a little unconfident, not knowing whether the Foundation's plan was useful, or whether this method of imitating the oldest witchcraft was useful.

She lay on the table slowly, half lazy, half resentful.

The light gauze on her body was almost non-existent, sticking to her body as she moved, winding along the girl's just-right figure, beautiful and winding.

A head of gray long hair was scattered, spread on the table, resting on the corner of her mouth, hanging in front of her chest, covering a little spring light.

Herta took the doll representing Bai Bai Xuan and stared at the young man in the photo for a while, then laid it down on the table and pressed it against the side of her face as a pillow.

Then, she maintained this posture and continued to watch the Foundation's next move.

……

The picture in the monitoring room was not very clear, but it didn't prevent the audience from recognizing the true body of the containment object.

"Looks like a peanut, the head is very big, the facial painting is very weird... Yes, this is 173!"

"173 cannot move when directly stared at; 173 will move and has high hostility; 173 will twist the necks of D-class personnel in the room once not directly stared at... I understand, 'Containment-173' = 'Black Moon' = Supreme Divinity!"

"I am a machine, I understand the 'Anti-Organic Equation,' so I = Emperor, please support me with 388118 credits, wait for me to win the resurrection match, and I will seal you as the Grand General of the Expeditionary Army."

"I support the Emperor ≠ I want to pay money, killed!"

Of course, seeing 173 in the laboratory was one of the reasons why the audience was excited.

If they saw 682, they would probably be full of question marks.

Another reason is that this proves that 173 is an "anomaly" artificially manufactured by the Foundation.

This is enough to prove that in addition to reality benders, divinity, and supreme divinity, after galactic civilizations master certain technologies and methodologies, they may also replicate many containment objects.

Don't look at the Foundation putting a lot of tempting good things on the shelves of the "Big Game" store, but even the "Interastral Peace Corporation" can't shop wantonly.

Not to mention unlocking the Foundation's technology tree.

Because players soon discovered a headache-inducing fact.

— The research points in the "Foundation Big Game" are only necessarily obtained by the first-pass players.

After all the files of the released containment objects are 100% unlocked, if you want to get research points again.

Either brush the level again and again, betting on the probability of dropping;

Either improve your personal level, open level treasure chests, and bet on the probability of dropping;

Or run around on the incomparably huge map to trigger hidden plots.

Such a mechanism leads to an inevitable result — for a civilization to rely on the whole people to play games to achieve civilization-level leap, it will take at least a hundred years.

Therefore, when the audience saw that 173 was manufactured by the Foundation, they were so excited and excited.

"But why do I feel that this 173 is different from the 173 in the game? This color is darker, and the painting on the head is more regular."

"Maybe this is a prototype? The later ones are mass-produced?"

……

D-0650 returned to his loyal laboratory, together with his two unlucky partners from last time.

But saying "unlucky" is a bit exaggerated.

That group of white coats just played a prank on them, letting a somewhat cute containment object scare them.

According to his observation, when a D-class personnel is selected to participate in a containment object test, the probability of surviving is no more than 10%.

God knows why this group of little bastards in the Foundation always thinks about killing some people or causing some destruction.

Sitting together to drink tea, eat some snacks, and show off their extraordinary power... isn't that good?

Being named to participate in the test this time, D-0650 initially felt that he was probably dead, and the goddess of luck would not always favor one person.

But when he heard the numbers of the other two D-class personnel and was brought to the front of the laboratory door last time.

He realized that the goddess of luck might have Actions Actions Taken a fancy to him.

Before entering the laboratory, a researcher told them:

"You have already participated in a test once, you know very well what to do, so I won't say much."

Subsequently, they were pushed into the laboratory and locked up with a guy who looked a bit ugly and cute.

"Is this the guy to be tested this time? It looks really strange." A D-class personnel said.

His number is D-1919, and the other is D-0810.

Following D-1919's words, D-0650's thoughts were pulled back to reality, and his gaze fell on the statue standing still in the corner of the room.

Unlike the pitch-black doll, this guy always made him feel uneasy in his heart.

Its head, body, and limbs were disproportionate; rather than some kind of postmodern art, it was better to say it referred to a deformed freak.

And the mottled spray paint traces on its surface looked even more sinister under the laboratory lights.

"You said why they want us to keep staring at it?" D-0810 asked, he was the first person to rest.

"Moving the gaze should be a trigger condition for some mechanism, just like the doll last time, when no one could 'stare' at it, it started running around." D-0650 stared with his eyes, speculating.

"But we watched that doll being born, this statue is not..." D-1919 pinched his upper eyelid, "Before us, no one stared at it, right?"

"Hmm."

D-0650 nodded with a small amplitude; this was indeed a huge difference between the two experiments.

And, he suddenly remembered a point that had been ignored before:

The black doll didn't make any sound when moving, and didn't destroy the explosion-proof glass, as if it had teleported out directly.

"This containment object... it has no way to complete teleportation?"

"What did you say?" D-1919 turned to look at D-0650 after changing shifts, moving his hands and feet.

"I'm wondering why the Foundation didn't lock this big guy in explosion-proof glass..." D-0650 answered.

"I don't know either." D-0810 spread his hands and shrugged.

Afterward, no one spoke again.

The three stood silently in three corners, taking turns staring at the statue in the fourth corner, waiting for the arrival of darkness.

Nothing extra was left in the laboratory, whether it was for counterattack or for lighting, all were cleaned up.

Enduring the dead silence, listening to the increasingly thick breathing, and the occasional swallowing sound.

D-0650 felt like a mouse blocked in a corner by a cat, death was wandering in front of him, ready to drag him away at any time.

Just then, the world in his eyes faded away, leaving only a little outline on the retina.

And at that last moment, he seemed to see the statue turn its body, look at D-1919 who was closest to it, and show a cruel and bloodthirsty smile.

The next moment.

The dark, boundless, cold, dead world appeared in his eyes, and the light was completely far away from here.

"Da, da, da..."

A series of heavy footsteps sounded quickly, which was by no means a sound that human weight could produce.

D-0650 came back to his senses, the weird statue began to act, just as the Foundation needed to test.

He held his breath, and even tried to suppress his heartbeat, for fear that a little movement would attract that thing to himself.

Click — snap — gurgle gurgle...

After the creepy sound of skin tearing and bones breaking, it was the sound of a spherical object falling to the ground, and then the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

His heart skipped a beat, and in D-0650's mind, the terrifying picture of D-1919 having his neck twisted and his head rolling on the ground had already appeared uncontrollably.

That head that had lost its torso rolled and rolled, rolled to his front, the eyes that died without closing, through the darkness, looked at himself unwillingly, as if asking: