Chapter 647 Report

As for using vision sharing and telepathy cheating among teammates, Li Rui thought about it for a long time and finally decided to give up.

After doing dozens of kilograms of papers, I can’t believe that I can’t even get a score of 300!

You can get a hundred and eighty points if you choose C for all multiple-choice questions!

As soon as he gritted his teeth and placed an order on Goudong, the blood-red word "danger" inexplicably lit up on the heads of the two melons.

Apart from these small things, he focused more on the [Secret Banquet Association].

This will be the legal power he can use on the surface, combined with the secret [Runeterra], one bright and one dark, to jointly affect the entire world!

The most important thing is the opening of new features!

……………………

Franklin Turner is a senior researcher at the Overwatch Foundation. His biggest hobby is playing "games", and at the same time, this is also his job.

However, his game is relatively high-end, and only the world's top new generation of extraordinary beings are eligible to participate.

Recently, due to the spread of marks, more and more ordinary extraordinary people have joined in, and Franklin's life has become more and more prosperous.

After all, you can get a generous salary by writing and analyzing fantasy fields. This kind of job is simply a gift from God.

Compared to his colleagues who struggle with despair and fear every day, his research project SNEIL-3197 is as safe as his grandmother's haunted cabin!

Other than a slight tingling sensation in the soul after each death, no negative effects have been noticed so far!

Humming a little tune, Franklin Turner passed through the complicated and strict inspection and entered the exclusive area where the SNEIL-3197 project is located.

Just as he was about to make a cup of fragrant coffee to relieve the fatigue caused by the multi-person exercise last night, a gloomy-looking man with a hideous scar across his face slapped him hard on the shoulder.

"Uh... Team leader, what's the matter?"

Looking at the team leader's cold eyes, Franklin Turner felt stressed.

"Last night, a silver-level mark appeared in [the store]!"

The sound like the friction of rusty metal reached his ears. Franklin Turner's muscles tensed slightly and then relaxed again.

Isn't this to be expected?

Everyone reached a consensus as early as the third edition of the overall evaluation report a few months ago.

After all, from the initial mark of awakening to black iron and bronze, SNEIL-3197 clearly bears the symbol of the convergence of human consciousness.

Since the existing extraordinary system still has an obvious path for improvement, it is only a matter of time before the Silver level mark appears.

I just didn't expect this day to come so quickly...

Franklin Turner felt an inexplicable feeling of melancholy in his heart. The days when he, the bronze "boss", abused vegetables may not be common in the future...

"Turner, last time you wrote [Inference on the evolution of the SNEIL-3197 mark], this time you analyze the triggering conditions for the mark to open, and give me a report before leaving get off work. You want to know when the next gold-level mark will be. Turn on."

After arranging the work, the team leader returned to the office without hesitation, leaving Franklin Turner standing there alone, lifeless.

"Turner, what does the team leader want from you?"

A colleague quietly came to me and asked curiously.

"Write an analysis report..."

Franklin Turner mechanically pressed the button on the coffee machine, added a sugar cube and milk, and held up the cup with dull eyes.

It's just that the coffee that used to be delicious and warm to the soul... suddenly no longer tastes good...

I'll give you a report before I get off work. It's nine o'clock in the morning, which means I still have nine hours... Well, Maipi, how could you make this up?

With a thrill all over his body, Franklin Turner dismissed his curious colleagues, quickly sat back down in his seat, turned on his computer and began frantically searching for information.

Fortunately, the data from the last [Imprint Evolution Inference] are still there, but after finishing the whole article, Franklin Turner still covered his head in pain.

There is a fart rule!

The initial mark appeared in the secret realm of Atlantis. I thought it was a special phantom realm formed by the collapse of the plane. However, after in-depth research, I found that the underlying structure of this phantom realm is quite rigorous and the logic is tight. It does not look like it was born in chaos. The defective products in it are more like the top mature fantasy realm that has developed over a long period of time and is almost indistinguishable from reality.

However, such phantom realms are mostly evolved from collective consciousness or the lost kingdom of gods, and clues can always be found in the [Foundation] database.

But SNEIL-3197 seems to pop out of thin air. Every element looks familiar, but if you look closely, you will find that it has no comparison with the original form. It is like a mystery hidden in a black hole, completely elusive.

The more he studied, the more irritated Franklin Turner became.

"SNEIL-3197...is it really a phantom?"

Sensing the looming summoner's mark between his eyebrows, Franklin Turner murmured in a low voice.

"Turner, I went to eat. I heard that a batch of red deer meat from [Izumo Country] was brought into the cafeteria today. Let's go and try it."

A close colleague tapped him on the shoulder, and Franklin Turner realized that it was already noon.

It took me all morning just to look up information, and I didn’t have much time left!

Thinking of the team leader's devilish face that kept strangers away, Franklin Turner felt a dull pain in his stomach and a lot of pressure.

"You go ahead, I must hand over this report as soon as possible."

After sending his colleagues away with a smile, and rejecting an invitation to play games for fun in the name of work research, Franklin Turner kept searching in the vast sea of ​​data, trying to grasp the slightest trace of causal connection that might not exist. .

Damn it, there must be clues on the six saints at the core of Origin. If they can be caught...please do [Time Backtracking] and [Memory Reconstruction], maybe you can find the secret of SNEIL-3197!

Franklin Turner gave vent to his annoyance by slamming the table.

But he also knew in his heart how unrealistic this extravagant hope was.

The Dragon of the [Chinese Empire], the Seraph of the Holy See of Light, if you can share information with face, you are considered to be highly regarded. If you annoy people with questions, you will slap the foundation in the face on the spot not once or twice.

Not to mention applying detection spells to these big shots. Their minds are full of divine secrets. Even if you let go of your guard, do you dare to peep?

If you dare to take a look, maybe the foundation will be gone, and even the ashes will be mixed with rice and fed to the dogs!

Lying on his desk and picking his head in despair, Franklin Turner let out the mournful cry of a social animal.

I can’t write a report, so desperate!

But at this moment, more than seventy summoners in the entire office area were shocked.

The summoner's mark hidden in the center of the eyebrow emits a spiritual light visible to the naked eye, and then disappears into the depths of the soul, replaced by an engraving composed of multiple simple abstract runes.