Chapter 30 030 Do You Know the Scientific Exploration Bot?

Chapter 30 030. Do you know the scientific exploration bot?

Qiao Mu was inspired by some Tucao marketing accounts on Shudong.com.

Most of these marketing accounts will accept submissions from other people, post interesting ones, accumulate fans, and receive more submissions, and the cycle will continue to grow.

In the later stage, you can also receive advertisements and business orders, and make crazy money.

Of course, Qiao Mu didn't do this for money.

He logged into his account, immediately opened a document, and began to record everything he saw and heard at the funeral home.

Normally, using public knowledge to anchor anomalies will lead to a reduction in the depth of the anomaly and a reduction in pollution. In this world where pollution is power, it is equivalent to weakening the anomaly. For the God of the End like Qiao Mu, In other words, hiding your own anchored anomalies is the most appropriate method.

In other words, the more mysterious the person, the more powerful.

Just like Su Hong, she never told Qiao Mu what anomaly he was anchoring on.

But Qiao Mu was a little different.

He looked at the text in the computer document that had no rhetoric and was simply described in white. These words were distorted and changed, forming an indifferent and cold description of the system.

【祼鬼】

【abnormal】

【Anchored】

[Completeness of Funeral Home Rules: 11%]

【祼鬼, a person who is eaten by a tiger is also a person who is chewed in front of the tiger】

[Let others experience what you experience, let others see what you see, let others hear what you hear]

[The smile will not disappear out of thin air, it will only transfer from one person's face to another person's face]

[Only in this way can we restrain our wisdom, accommodate our thoughts, and see our true heart]

["Look, the golden thread has been wrapped around you."]

In Qiao Mu's memory, the knowledge about [Ghosts] clung to the ravines of his brain like a spider web.

He can use the power of [Dark Ghost] to recreate the scenes he has experienced and encountered, and gather power by spreading these emotions. The more people feel the same, the more he can feed his [Dark Ghost] back.

This is an anomaly that can grow.

For example, Qiao Mu had used the power of [Ghost] when he threatened the three girls earlier. At the same time, he found that the scenes in his memory had become more specific, more terrifying, and more along with the fear of these girls. fear.

For example, before, the scene related to the funeral parlor had a 10% completion level, but now, after using it to escape from the funeral hall and scare the bullying girls, the completion level has increased by 1%.

Qiao Mu was a little curious whether he could materialize an entire funeral parlor when the completion level reached 50% or even 100%.

Of course, this is still far away from now.

In the process of writing these words, Qiao Mu had no skills, but only emotions, integrating the power of [The Ghost] into this article.

He checked it over and hit send.

Soon, a prompt popped up on Shudong.com.

[The content you sent is too long, please re-edit]

"Depend on!"

Qiao Mu took a look and found that Shudong.com could only send 120 characters in a message, which was considered anti-human.

He browsed how others posted long articles, and soon followed suit and created a long picture.

This time it was sent successfully.

Qiao Mu was still thinking about who accidentally saw his article, and then it got out of hand and spread widely, triggering a frenzy of online discussions that spread throughout the streets. Later, he was invited to participate in a TV show, became famous, and became a well-known creator.

But after waiting for half an hour, there were no comments on this article, not even a single like.

"Damn it, is it still not possible?"

Qiao Mu couldn't help but hammer the table.

At this moment, the computer beeped, reminding Qiao Mu that his [Science Exploration Bot] had a fan.

“Now that you follow me, you will become an old fan!”

Qiao Mu couldn't help but stood up. He immediately checked the fan's account to see what kind of outstanding person he was who became his first fan.

[Please add XXXXXX to buy fans]

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Qiao Mu's first fan was a zombie.

“Zombie fans are also fans, and some people can’t even ask for them!”

Qiao Mu knows how to win spiritually.

Zhou Mingke stood up.

"What, boss, do you want to tell me how to make my articles seen by more people?"

Qiao Mu asked immediately.

"Ah? It's time to get off work."

Zhou Mingke pointed to the clock on the wall.

Six o'clock.

"It's okay. We don't do that kind of KPI assessment here, and there's no need to work overtime. Just go home."

She patted Qiao Mu on the shoulder, called Bai Lian again, and led the little girl downstairs and out of the yard.

Qiao Mu watched the two people leave and sent another message to Su Hong. There was no reply. It seemed that he was busy.

He decided to stroll along the riverside and enjoy the breeze.

It is still spring, and the evening breeze in Lingjiang is slightly cool. A saxophone practitioner is sitting on a bench playing. She is a girl, probably about the age of going to college. Her breath is very stable, but she is not good at playing this piece of music. Too skilled and a bit jerky.

Qiao Mu sat generously at the other end of the bench, causing the girl's movements to stagnate a little - normally, unless you are thick-skinned enough, you won't sit on a bench where a stranger is already sitting. Up.

The slightly out-of-tune saxophone soon started playing again, and the afterglow of sunset created sparkling waves on the Lingjiang River. Passers-by walked along the guardrail and enjoyed the quiet time amidst the sound of the music.

The girl finished playing a song and put down the instrument in her hand. She always felt like someone was staring at her.

Turning her head, the girl found that Qiao Mu was looking over here. The look in her eyes was not an obscene gaze, but rather a look of eager anticipation.

Of course, this is mainly because of appearance.

Handsome guys have this privilege.

Before the girl could speak, Qiao Mu moved his position and came closer.

"Hello, do you know the scientific exploration bot?"

Qiao Mu got straight to the point.

"What?"

The girl didn't understand.

"It's just an account on Shudong.com. Do you have an account on Shudong.com?"

Qiao Mu asked enthusiastically.

He was so taken for granted that the girl didn't react to refuse for a moment. Instead, she took out her mobile phone and opened her own tree hole network.

"Yes, if you search for scientific exploration bot, this is it."

Qiao Mu guided the girl step by step to follow his account. He was very satisfied and continued to explain.

"If you encounter anything strange, you can send a private message to this account and we may publish it."

".oh."

The girl nodded ignorantly. She found that this account only had three fans including herself, and she suddenly felt a little funny.

What kind of new way of striking up a conversation is this?

She curiously opened the account's posts. Except for the description at the top that was exactly the same as what Qiao Mu said, there was only a tree hole.

""Funeral Home Rules?"

The girl frowned. This seemed to be a supernatural story written in the first person.

She quite likes to read this kind of supernatural short stories on weekdays. Every time she reads it, her whole body becomes cold, her hands and feet feel numb, and she doesn't even dare to go to the toilet. She dreams that the quilt is full of human faces, but she still can't help but want to watch it.

That’s how it is that people are addicted to food.

In Molu Community, a well-known domestic miscellaneous forum, there is a special section for people to post and write all kinds of ghost stories, both true and false. She just finished reading an article called "Black Tai Sui" this afternoon, and she felt very nervous. Then he came to the riverside to practice playing and strengthen his courage.

Didn’t expect that someone would tell her a ghost story right now?

Thinking that there were a lot of people here, the girl thought it would be enough to deal with it just by looking at it, so she looked at the first sentence of the long picture.

"I really didn't expect that my first patient after becoming a psychiatrist would come from a funeral home."

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