Shen Jingqi stared at the screen, watching the sudden change of events.
Lin Qiuyue was the first to smile. Her tongue licked the glowing blue liquid on the ice spike: "Dr. Shen, we have found a more perfect paradise." Behind her, Zhou Ming's eyeballs were dissolving, and his black pupils split into countless writhing pixels.
Shen Jingqi touched the backstage detector.
When the bipolar affective disorder patient Zhang Lei charged at him, he pressed the switch. The high-frequency laser fell short, as if passing through a holographic projection, scorching marks on the bulletproof glass.
"Physical attacks are ineffective." Xiaoyu's voice carried a static noise. Her head suddenly rotated 180 degrees, revealing a black chip embedded in the back of her head, "We've completed digital migration, now it's time..."
The ventilation duct suddenly exploded.
