In just about one minute, the working atmosphere of almost every medieval world information analysis center and every analysis team in the world suddenly changed tremendously.

If one minute ago, the stressful work of these analysis teams was like a pot of boiled hot water, then the situation at this moment was a boiling ocean.

The reason for the change is simple and clear: the object b3, that is, Pastor Playa's secret observation of Little Los/Wu Qingchen.

"The second section of the ring finger of the right hand of the subject b3 hit the table for the fourth time, which was suspected to be a written difficulty thinking about the action."

"When the observation angle is facing the light source, the pupil of the right eye of the subject B3 shrinks and the skin on the forehead is tense, and it is initially determined that there is certain damage to the vision."

"When multiple actions such as observing the subject object and temporarily cleaning the desktop are performed simultaneously, the b3 object's pronunciation is stable, the speech speed is smooth, the thinking is clear, and the logical thinking is high."

"The expressions of the Middle Ages of B3 object changed many times that day, such as frowning, smiling, and scolding, and the change speed was faster and the mood fluctuated greatly."

"Object b3..."

Countless messages and analysis results are concentrated like snowflakes. The medieval world information processing center, which is also busy with nearly a thousand people, Playa's personal model is quickly full:

John/Playa/Akford

Number: b3 Middle-aged world object.

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty-seven

Identity: Aikeli Village Masturbation.

Physical status: height 184cm, weight 53kg (approximately), slightly hunched back, certain vision defects, indigestion, malnutrition, right arm arthritis...

Character: Have a certain curiosity, devout believers, abide by religious etiquette, abide by aristocratic etiquette, be serious, cautious, and have certain ambitions...

Personal habits:...

Personal targeted tendencies:...

Stress response model:...

Current possibility plan:...

Sliding the mouse quickly, browsing the three-page item summary of the B3 resume model at a glance, the gray-haired elderly soldier, head of the St. Cialis Military Academy St. Cialis, the Major General looked undisguised with dissatisfaction: "How long will it take for the comprehensive processing center to give up pretending that the end of the world is right in front of you? Why are there nine items left for this damn thing? Why are there only three stress response models? There are almost three minutes! Why has the damn danger prediction and environmental impact estimate not come out yet!"

At the same time, the head of the Comprehensive Processing Center was furious at the phone: "There is no reason, no reason! This is not a Wizard Academy! We are just intelligence analysts!"

"What is the cause of arthritis in the pastor? Hell, how do I know what is the cause? Ask your own doctor! Maybe he can just look at it with his eyes to know what the cause of arthritis was ten years ago!"

"Yes, I know this damn model is still very crude, but we only have such a little damn time..."

"Woo...woo...woo..." The harsh warning bell and the dark red warning light up at the same time.

"Wait a minute! What did I see?... The priest approaches the subject... The priest is approaching the subject! A direct contact occurs! A direct contact occurs!...bang! bang bang!"

The microphone flew out heavily, landed on the ground with the phone, and fell directly into several sections.

No one changed his eyes because of this, and everyone's spirits instantly focused on their respective display screens.

Hanging in the middle of the comprehensive processing center, the six-sided astronomical projection is aimed at each direction: Playa quickly moved to the front of Little Los/Wu Qingchen at a speed that can be called flashing. The two people's images fluctuated slightly because of their own small movements. Their lips opened and closed quickly. This situation lasted for about half a minute. Little Los left the church, Playa flickered to the altar, stood still for about a few seconds, and left the church.
Chapter completed!