Huh? Are they all real?

When Moen and the old man left the bottom floor where construction and sealing was under way.

Morn also got some not-so-good news about Conan Heather.

The travelers reported to him that he had not been able to come back since he was asked to go in the last direction.

According to the information provided by the time-travelers, they were sure that Conan Heather was still alive.

But I just can't wake up.

It's like turning into a vegetative state.

This is very abnormal. Normally, if the time traveler dies there, he will return directly to this side. Even if his soul is wiped out, he will also die here.

Either way is incredibly intuitive.

But now, he is neither dead nor awake, stuck in the middle.

Looking at the anxious travelers on the terminal, Moen shook his head and said:

"Don't worry, I don't mean to blame you. After all, this is obviously beyond the limit of what you can handle."

The travelers on the other side of the projection suddenly lowered their heads in relief and said:

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. But, Your Majesty, what are we going to do next?"

They were awarded honors in Baratheon for their outstanding performance this time.

They didn't want to be kicked into the Baratheon Inquisition just as they stepped onto the bright future.

If it was really their problem, then they wouldn't have any complaints, but the problem was really not something they could foresee.

Because basically everyone with a discerning eye knows that there is a problem there, that is, the problem that Wang has been pursuing has given a response!

"Wait until I come back."

"Do you need to take care of anything else? Then can you give us a rough itinerary so that we can be ready to welcome the throne."

"Don't bother me. I will contact you when the time comes."

In fact, Moen didn't know when he would be free to go there.

There are too many things, they are really coming together in piles.

"We understand, Your Majesty. At the same time, we will try our best to understand the situation."

After Moen hung up the communication, he fell into deep thinking.

Judging from this, Conan Heather should have really come into contact with something.

Otherwise, this situation would not occur. The only question now is what caused this?

Was it an accident, or did someone do it on purpose?

The former is okay, but the latter is almost equivalent to making it clear that some people don't want Morn to get the information there now.

The reason why I say I don’t want to get the information now is because if the other party really doesn’t want Morn to know something, then they can just kill Conan Heather directly.

Completely kill!

But the result is no, so is this delaying myself?

Why?

Moen, who was thinking, couldn't help but look at his feet.

Although there was no evidence, he felt that maybe it was because of this.

Because he was exposed to the uniqueness of the plague.

And I'm afraid a certain guy is completely out of trouble.

‘I’m putting this incident on hold because I’m involved in another incident? ’

Moen couldn't help but shook his head when he thought of this. It was too strange no matter how he thought about it.

——

And outside the entrance to the mysterious island.

Under the mobilization of the old man, the garrisoned troops were completely under martial law.

And the warning range was expanded from the original 20 kilometers to 50 kilometers.

Now there are transferred troops parading almost everywhere around the base.

Fortunately or unfortunately, none of them have noticed anything unusual so far.

Further on the national highway, when a convoy was advancing along the national highway, a sparrow that was very common in this area suddenly landed on one of their vehicles.

Looking at the sealed carriage at his feet, the sparrow tilted its head and then flapped its wings and flew away.

It was only at this moment that the people in the car behind saw the sparrow.

But so what, no one will care about this, after all, it is just an insignificant sparrow.

It even just flew away without even stopping for a moment.

They continued along their intended route. After entering the fork in the road, he drove straight into a trail that was obviously a dirt road.

After walking forward for another two hours, they finally saw the checkpoint ahead and the armed drone flying overhead.

Such changes did not surprise them, because they received the news when they arrived.

So they're just very accustomed to parking and waiting for inspection.

After taking out the ID from above his head, the leader handed it to the officer who came over and said:

"Don't worry, our documents are correct for everyone."

But he was used to this, but it was the first time for the other party to do this. After all, they were transferred troops.

The officer glanced at the handed documents, asked his subordinates to check online, and asked the leader:

"So, you are responsible for transporting food?"

“Not just the food, but the logistics are almost all handled by us.”

"Ah, that's right, so you might have to wait a while, after all."

Before the officer could continue to speak, the other party waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, don't worry, after all, martial law is under martial law! To be honest, I hope you will check more. Although we have also checked ourselves, I am really afraid of an accident."

This kind of dialogue obviously made both parties very satisfied.

And, obviously, no problems could be found, after all, this was their own logistics team.

From the vehicles to the personnel, everything was clean and there was no problem!

So they were quickly released and received repeated inspections in the next 50 kilometers.

At the same time, the vehicles they brought were also diverted to different places to ensure food.

By the time they officially arrived in front of the mysterious island base, it was already late at night.

And there were only three heavy trucks left in their entire team.

Looking at the terminal in front of them, everyone in the car showed a relaxed expression.

But to their surprise, the closed door not only did not open, but an armed drone flew out from it.

Such a change made them very confused.

The leader even got out of the car door and asked the drone:

"What's wrong?"

The intelligent module on the drone replied with an electronic voice:

"The martial law level has been raised, so from now on, this base will no longer accept any personnel to enter."

The leader was puzzled:

"Then what about your food?"

The drone continued to answer:

"There are war reserve foods in the base, we will give priority to those, so we are very grateful for your hard work, but please leave and accept further arrangements."

"Then why didn't you notify us when we came?"

The leader was obviously a little resentful, which was normal. They have been busy until now, and suddenly said no.

But the drone's voice was still so emotionless and cold:

"I'm sorry, sir, this is the order just issued. Please forgive me."

Looking at the flashing indicator light of the other party, the leader could only shake his head and said:

"Okay, I understand."

As he said, he was about to leave.

But before leaving, he suddenly asked:

"But can I ask, why don't you even want to come out?"

His tone was a bit questioning, and although he didn't have any weapons on him. But he knew that his companions behind him were ready to contact the rear at any time.

After all, this was not very reasonable.

But to his surprise, the drone actually said to him:

"I'm sorry, sir, according to the new regulations, anything that leaves the base cannot return, so the same applies to the personnel in the base."

"Therefore, in order to preserve precious human resources as much as possible, the base only sent this drone to inform you and your team members. In addition, the base was instructed to reduce communication with the outside world as much as possible. From three hours, eleven minutes and fifty-five seconds ago, the entire base only accepted necessary communications from the highest authority."

"That's why the base has not contacted you directly."

This answer was far beyond the man's expectations. After a moment of hesitation, he looked at the drone and said:

"So you left the base too?"

"Yes, so this drone has been disconnected from the Internet and will execute the self-destruction program after answering your questions."

"Wait? It has to self-destruct for this?"

This was another thing that far exceeded the man's expectations. This armed drone was worth at least millions of credit points, but it had to self-destruct after it came out?

Can't he leave with them?

"Yes, this is the only command received by this machine, and it cannot be changed."

In astonishment, the man could not help asking:

"What happened in there?"

"This machine has nothing to say, sir."

"In addition, sir, I will also give you another order. You and your team members will not be able to return to your base. You will be arranged nearby."

The man was more and more stunned and said:

"No, we can't go back?"

I just came out to deliver food, and I was locked up here?

"Yes, sir, this is all for safety. We are sorry to cause inconvenience to you and your team members, but I hope you can understand, because this is for the safety of everyone!"

"Did something big happen?"

"This machine has nothing to say, sir."

Seeing this, the man who knew that he could not ask anything further could only prepare to go back with a sad face:

"I understand, but who should we report to?"

"This machine doesn't know, but someone should notify you, after all, this machine has been disconnected from the Internet."

The man became more and more helpless, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only get in the car and leave.

When the three heavy trucks turned around and left under the drone's gaze.

This expensive drone immediately executed the self-destruction program.

The explosion turned into brilliant fireworks, illuminating the mountains and fields here, but it could not illuminate the dark starry sky.

In the sentry post inside the base, the officer who confirmed the self-destruction of the drone said to the veteran next to him:

"Isn't it too sensitive? That thing is worth more than two million!"

The veteran shrugged and said:

"I don't think it's necessary, but since the superiors said so, let's do it."

The officer also nodded and said:

"You are right, but who is responsible for cleaning today? The windowsill is not cleaned!"

The officer who said this also reached out to the open windowsill and picked up a small feather.

"It looks like the feathers of a mountain sparrow, which are almost everywhere here."

The veteran didn't care about the feathers in the officer's hand. He just looked at the windowsill strangely and said:

"That's strange. I remember I scratched one in the afternoon."

In response, the officer fiddled with the feather in his hand and said nonchalantly:

"It probably floated here after the afternoon. Don't be surprised. After all, I said that there are birds like this everywhere."

"But, wasn't the bird repellent turned on long ago?"

The base does not allow any outsiders to enter, so in order to prevent birds and other things from breaking in, they turned on the bird repellent early.

Theoretically, let alone birds, even insects should not appear.

"Well, it may have been brought here by the wind."

The officer still didn't care much. Anyway, it was just a feather that could be seen everywhere.

People may be wary of another person, or an unknown darkness, or even an unfamiliar flower.

But will people be wary of the grass they are used to seeing on the roadside?

Obviously not.

However, the old soldier still hesitated and said:

"Well, do you think this is an alien thing?"

In response, the officer was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the sparrow feather in his hand with great amusement and said:

"That's it? Are you kidding? Do you want me to report to my superiors for a feather, or just sound the alarm?"

"Don't be funny, sir, this is just an insignificant feather, it's not even a bug corpse!"

"Wake up, sir, if I report this, you and I will be laughed at for the rest of our lives!"

The old soldier was also a little embarrassed by what he said, and began to wonder if he was making a fuss.

"I think you're right."

The officer agreed:

"You're right, and the only appropriate way to deal with this feather is to go where it should go!"

As he said, the officer threw the feather into the trash can beside his feet and clapped his hands:

"Look, the problem is perfectly solved!"

"Yes, the problem is perfectly solved."

The old soldier, who felt that he had thought too much, smiled and nodded.

The officer took a look at the somewhat empty sentry post and said:

"It is said that we will soon implement strict restricted guard duty inside. People outside cannot enter, and people inside cannot come out."

"So, I am not very confident about those guys. You should go and have a look. God knows how long we have to keep this state. You must ask them to bring more food!"

As he said, the officer stood up and patted the old soldier's shoulder with the hand that had just taken the feather and said:

"You don't need quilts or anything. The weather is not cold. I don't believe they can let us stay like this until winter. So, get more food, preferably the third type of military rations. Although it is an old model, it tastes really good."

The old soldier stood up and said:

"You are right. Then I will leave this to you."

"Don't worry, don't worry. I'm watching. You should hurry up, otherwise when the supplies are distributed, the inside will really be closed."

The old soldier walked towards the base without delay.