pjbooks Chapter 273 Perfect Reproduction!
Chapter 273 Perfect Reproduction!
For the next two days, Nie Qingcheng did not go to the company, but stayed at home.
At this moment, President Nie was wearing comfortable home clothes, sitting cross-legged on the sofa in his villa garage, eating the fruit that Zhang Yan had cut, and watching him "perform magic" with great interest.
The spacious garage, which could originally accommodate five or six luxury cars, has now been emptied and transformed into a temporary, high-tech workshop.
Zhang Yan did not use any of the large industrial equipment. He simply stood in the center of the garage, his "Thousand-Machine Arm" extending from his right arm drawing dazzling afterimages in mid-air.
Cutting, grinding, welding, assembling...
Countless intricate parts seemed to come alive in his hands, being assembled together with perfect precision.
This was the first time Nie Qingcheng had watched Zhang Yan work up close.
She used to think the saying "A focused man is the most attractive" was pretentious, but now she deeply agrees with it.
When Zhang Yan is working, his usual youthful and scholarly air completely disappears, replaced by an almost divine focus and rigor.
His every movement was so precise it was like a textbook example, as if the whole world consisted only of him and the creation in his hands.
"Come here for a second," Zhang Yan suddenly said.
"Hmm?" Nie Qingcheng put down her fruit fork and walked over.
"Stand still, don't move."
Zhang Yan manipulated a scanning probe at the front end of the Thousand-Machine Arm to conduct a comprehensive 3D scan of Nie Qingcheng from head to toe.
A pale blue beam of light swept over her body, precisely recording every curve, the position of every bone, and even the arc of every strand of hair, constructing an identical human model on the holographic projection next to her.
"You have a slight scoliosis in your fifth lumbar vertebra, and the trapezius muscle in your left shoulder is also tighter than on your right. Your posture is definitely not good when you sit," Zhang Yan said casually, looking at the data on the holographic model.
Nie Qingcheng pursed her lips, "Isn't it because I sit in the office all day looking at documents?"
She complained, but secretly she felt a sweet warmth in her heart.
Once the scan is complete, manufacturing officially begins.
First, there's the skeleton.
Zhang Yan took out a special memory titanium alloy from the system space.
This material is not only lightweight and strong, but also can simulate the contraction and relaxation of human muscles under the stimulation of a specific electric current, thus achieving highly human-like movements.
With micron-level precision, the Thousand-Arm cut and shaped these alloy materials into a skeletal form exactly like Nie Qingcheng's.
From the curve of the collarbone to the slenderness of the finger bones, and even every vertebra of the spine, everything is perfectly replicated.
Next is "skin".
This is the most crucial step.
Zhang Yancheng synthesized a new type of biomimetic silicone.
Under a microscope, this material has a texture and pores that are extremely similar to human skin.
He also ingeniously implanted countless capillary networks, thinner than a hair, inside the silicone. Through a micro temperature-controlled pump, this "skin" can be kept at the same temperature as the human body at 37 degrees Celsius, and even simulate the effect of blushing and heartbeat under certain conditions.
In order to calibrate the texture and elasticity of the skin, Zhang Yan had to frequently "handle" it.
"Raise your hand."
Nie Qingcheng obediently raised her arm.
Zhang Yan's fingers gently glided over her smooth arm, feeling the delicate texture of her skin, and occasionally pinching it.
"Aren't you taking advantage of me?" Nie Qingcheng glanced at him sideways.
"I'm performing data calibration," Zhang Yan said seriously. "This is science."
Nie Qingcheng snorted, but did not pull her hand back.
The most difficult part was replicating the face.
The subtle differences in the facial features directly determine the success or failure of this mechanical puppet.
Zhang Yan retrieved the previously scanned 3D model of the head and magnified it to its maximum size.
He stared at Nie Qingcheng's face on the holographic projection for a full ten minutes.
The upturned corners of her phoenix eyes, the straightness of her nose, the fullness of her lips, and the perfectly placed beauty mark at the corner of her eye...
He seemed to want to etch every detail of her into his mind.
Nie Qingcheng felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
"Have you seen enough?"
"not yet."
Zhang Yan said, "I noticed that your left eyebrow is 0.3 millimeters higher than your right eyebrow."
Nie Qingcheng: ...
After several hours of high-precision 3D printing and hand-carved micro-sculpting by a thousand-arm machine, a face identical to Nie Qingcheng's finally took shape.
Zhang Yan carefully installed it on the skull that was already covered with skin.
When the last screw was tightened, Nie Qingcheng couldn't help but gasp.
so similar.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that the "person" in front of her was actually a creation of metal and silicone.
Just then, the garage doorbell rang.
It was an encrypted communication request sent by Qin Xiao.
Zhang Yan answered the call, and Qin Xiao's image appeared on the holographic screen, his expression somewhat solemn.
"Boss, something's up."
"Our 'dogs' deployed in the western industrial zone captured some footage."
On the screen, a magnified surveillance video began to play.
In the video, three men dressed in ordinary repairman's clothes get out of an inconspicuous van.
They moved swiftly and worked in perfect coordination. Before entering an abandoned factory, one of them subconsciously looked up at the corner of the eaves—where there was a reconnaissance robot disguised as a spider.
Although it was only for a moment, the vigilance and murderous intent in those eyes were not something an ordinary repairman should have.
"This is a 'samurai'."
Zhang Yan's eyes turned cold. "The top agents in Japan only carry out the highest-level missions."
"It seems that Takehiko Ito has gone all out."
"They've tracked down Sister Qingcheng's whereabouts. In the communications we just intercepted, they were discussing making their move tonight. Their target is the private club that Sister Qingcheng frequents for business negotiations."
Qin Xiao's voice was filled with worry, "Boss, should I take some men over there?"
"No need." Zhang Yan turned off the communication and glanced back at the nearly completed "Nie Qingcheng" behind him.
"They want prey, so I'll give them one."
He turned to Nie Qingcheng and said, "Bring out your favorite red dress."
Half an hour later.
The final step is complete.
A perfect mechanical doll, exactly like Nie Qingcheng, stood quietly in the center of the garage.
She wore the red silk dress with a V-neck and high slit that Nie Qingcheng only wore at important banquets. Her long, black hair was carefully styled, her makeup was exquisite, and her red lips were fiery.
That face was breathtakingly beautiful, yet chillingly cold.
Nie Qingcheng stood in front of her "copy", her feelings were somewhat complicated.
She reached out and gently touched the other person's cheek; the touch was warm and smooth, almost indistinguishable from real skin.
"How horrible," she murmured.
"The real show is just beginning."
Zhang Yan walked behind the doll and inserted a small chip into the groove on the back of its neck.
This is the core AI control chip, which pre-programs all of Nie Qingcheng's behavioral patterns and language habits.
He raised his wrist and tapped lightly on his tactical watch.
"activation."
The next second, the doll's previously dull eyes suddenly lit up.
A flash of pale blue electronic light appeared briefly in the lower eyelid, then was replaced by simulated pupils and irises.
She slowly turned her head, her gaze landing precisely on Zhang Yan.
Then, she smiled slightly and parted her red lips.
That voice was exactly the same as Nie Qingcheng's, a mature and alluring voice with a hint of coldness and charm.
"Honey, who are you looking at?"
For a moment, even the air in the garage seemed to freeze.
Standing to the side, Nie Qingcheng felt a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.
so similar……