The Mechanic

Adam replied obediently, No.

Very good. Now, go back to your room by yourself. I still have some reports to write. Zhang Xun rubbed between his eyes wearily, and waved his hands casually.

Adam stood up holding the alloy, walked a few steps towards the door of Zhang Xun's office, then turned around and said, Ah Xun, thank you for protecting me today.

Adam had never used the word Axun to address him before, which made Zhang Xun confused for a moment. Usually only James would call him that.

Did you learn it from James just now?

I am your mechanic, and it is my responsibility to protect you. Zhang Xun said in a cold voice on purpose.

After the door was closed, Zhang Xun looked at the monitor screen that kept protruding from the screen and detected Adam's movement. He watched Adam walk back to his room smoothly, his movements were smooth and impeccable, but the movements were too standard and perfect, and even the distance of each step was equal.

It is a little too standard in these lives, and Zhang Xun often has a subtle sense of strangeness.

The more submissive and obedient Adam was, the more uneasy he became.

Is Eden really so obedient?

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Chapter 15 Garbage Treatment Plant (1)

Zhang Xun returned to his own room for the first time since the seance, the soft bed covered with old but clean cashmere blankets has always helped him fall asleep quickly, but that night he still tossed and turned in the middle of the night before falling asleep.

When he got up in the morning, he chose a clean and tidy mechanic uniform, combed his hair carefully in front of the mirror, hung off the stubble on his chin, and then pinned his usual monolithic microscope to the skirt of his clothes. The window sills in his room and the work table are full of metal parts, mostly old parts replaced from machines, some even rusted. But every once in a while he wants to relax and throw together some gadgets from the parts.

For example, the few mosquito-like micro-robots flying beside his ears now.

These mosquitoes are Zhang Xun's eyes, they can enter the ordinary world quietly and collect data and information under Eden's nose. Since it was made by him privately and was not registered in the machine list of Paradise Lost, he could quietly let them get into the backpacks or pockets of hunters, leave the Herbert barrier of Paradise Lost, and go to the ordinary world to collect information. Then follow the hunters back. There is no remote sending function to avoid being intercepted by Eden. Zhang Xun used this thing to obtain a lot of the latest technical information in the ordinary world. That's why he's the best mechanic in Paradise Lost.

And now, he's going to use these little things to do something even more dangerous and against Eden's law: gather information about the Ten Chiefs.

No one knew about Zhang Xun's own little research, because Zhang Xun knew what a serious violation it was. If his monitoring behavior is leaked out, I'm afraid he will be dismissed as a mechanic immediately, locked in a dungeon, or even silenced by the round table. But this kind of prohibited behavior that no one knew made him feel a little bit irritated.

He felt that some of the chief executives had a strange attitude towards Adam, and they also had a strong hostility towards him. But rationally speaking, they had already spent too much on the Shenshen plan, so it seemed unreasonable to still consider giving up. And the sixth chief who just took office this year is especially inexplicable hostility towards him, why does he want to replace him so much?

If his father wasn't Zhang Shuo, I'm afraid he would have been removed.

Zhang Xun felt that his position with Adam was too passive, and he couldn't sit still. So he released these tiny robots in the shape of mosquitoes, flies, ants, spiders and cockroaches, and asked them to identify these chief living things. Ultra-daily. Event.

The so-called super-daily events refer to events that deviate from a certain interval of daily life after eliminating meaningless and recurring behaviors in a person's daily activity trajectory. Zhang Xun had read when he was a child that most people’s daily activities are as consistent and predictable as insects, and only those occasional out-of-the-ordinary events have great significance for a person’s experience, behavior changes and personality formation.

Zhang Xun briefly tested the performance of the micro-robots, then opened the window and let them out. Then he hurried to the Lab with his tablet and toolbox.

Unlike the Lab, which was so quiet that it was almost deserted a few days ago, dozens of battle mechs waiting to be repaired are parked in front of the gate of the Lab today. Countless mechanics and their researchers are assessing the battle damage. These mechas have all participated in the confrontation with the coalition forces a few days ago, and the already old materials look more rusty and mottled in the sunlight. In recent years, the number of mechanical parts brought back by hunters has become less and less, and many parts on the battle armor that are in urgent need of replacement can only be hung in place like a crumbling lump of iron. Soldiers who are willing to fly these things against the coalition's latest Ai drone armor obviously need to have the courage to die.