Guide-To-Running-A-Shopping-Street-In-Another-World-Part-2-(GTRASSIAW2)

281-300

Facing the artificial morning light coming in from the window, one side of the shop owner's face was white and transparent, while the other side was hidden in a dim shadow. Her voice was soft and low, bit by bit, she opened up this slightly dull and deserted morning.

0816 stopped and looked at it for a while, then suddenly asked: "What's the name of the book she read? Why don't I remember it?"

0815 shook his head: "I haven't read it either, maybe it's a new book to be put on the shelves."

In the floating light frequency, the shop owner suddenly He took out a paper-skinned walnut from the fruit plate in front of him, slowly peeled off the shell, paused slightly while eating, took another sip of warm strong tea, continued to pick up the book, and started reading slowly.

"...It must be particularly beautiful when all thoughts are only recorded in people's minds. At that time, if someone wants to send books into the press, he can only put them into people's heads...(2)"

0829 and 0877 just After getting off the airship, I rushed in and bumped into 0815 and 0816. I stopped when I heard this shocking narrative.

What was horrifying was not the textual description in the book, but the images that suddenly appeared in their minds when they heard this text, as if they were living in the era described in the book.

There are no books, so he hunts for the thoughts in people's brains to meet certain needs...

Lu Yao tirelessly reads the books in his hands, sips of tea from time to time, and touches a small snack to satisfy his craving.

The Dream System has been reporting the number of viewers in the live broadcast room in real time in her mind: "There are two viewers, three, five, ah, one left, and another left."

After about ten minutes, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room began to decrease. magnitude growth.

Dream Realization System: "Ten, eleven, twelve... twenty-five... thirty-nine... forty-seven, forty-six, forty-three, forty-nine, forty-nine, forty-nine... Lu Yao , someone asked what our live broadcast room is for. "

It seems that forty-nine is the peak number of people. Lu Yao stopped waiting, suddenly paused, slowly raised his head, and saw a group of mini cleaning robots passing by on the road outside the glass window.

Lu Yao tilted his head and waved at them, his lips curved a little.

A small screen was automatically separated from the largest suspended light frequency, and a small robot stopped outside and waved to the shop owner.

The robots in the live broadcast screen have been coded with special plug-ins, and are uniformly light yellow and round in shape, with a digital sign with white characters on a black background on their heads.

A group of mini cleaning robots are permanently marked with digital signs on their heads in the order in which they enter the live camera area.

The mini robots are all of the same model and appear exactly the same on the screen. The only difference is the digital signage on their heads.

Number six among the eighteen mini-robots is a bit special. There is a golden patch on its head, which is darker and brighter than the yellow on its body.

That one is the cleaning robot that Lu Yao repaired with a mask.

It doesn't seem to remember Lu Yao, but it has been moving around Bookstore Street recently.

I often hang out among my friends and run around in front of the bookstore.

Saying hello to the cleaning robot was just a brief interlude. The camera swept across the window, then slowly retracted, rotated around the store, and finally settled on the face of the store owner again.