I'm not a theatre god

"Received." Chen Ling responded calmly,

"But director, that Lin Yan attacked me just now and injured me a little... I'm afraid something will happen, so I'll send someone with me, right?"

Chen Ling paused for a moment, modified the frequency band and sound of the intercom, and said in a director's tone:

"Are you injured? Do you need to come out for treatment first?"

"No, it's just a minor injury."

The aurora in Chen Ling's eyes flickered slightly.

Now the referees' communication system has been completely invaded by Chen Ling, and this communication system can be divided into two parts. One part is the referees who supervise them in the old area, and the other part is the organizer office outside the old area.

The referee briefly summarizes the information in the old area and transmits it to the organizer in real time through the intercom, and the organizer is responsible for summarizing and dispatching the rescue team...

And now, between these two parts, there is Chen Ling.

He is like an intermediate station. Any communication from the old district that wants to be sent out must go through him; and the organizer's orders must be passed through him if they want to be transmitted to the old district... Only messages that he confirms are not threatening, Only in this way can it be transmitted correctly, otherwise it will be intercepted or tampered with.

Now Chen Ling can be said to cover the sky with one hand!

Chen Ling used the communication network to sense the current referee's position on the field. After randomly selecting a referee who was closer to herself, she continued to speak in a director's tone:

"Okay, on the 17th, you go and open the 'Dark Palace' first and make preliminary confirmation."

"receive."

Referee No. 17 responded immediately.

Soon, Chen Ling sensed the signal position of No. 17 and quickly moved towards a corner in the old area.

Chen Ling calmly put away the intercom and walked there calmly.

…

Ten minutes later.

Chen Ling slowly stopped on a barren land.

"The referee's signal position is right here...the so-called 'dark palace' is hidden here?" Chen Ling glanced around and saw nothing but rubble everywhere.

Chen Ling walked around the rubble and ruins, and deliberately used the [Secret Eye] to carefully explore the details of the ground, and finally found a series of slight footprints in a certain area.

Chen Ling seemed to have discovered something. She stepped into the air and looked down from this angle. She finally found some clues...

"The arrangement of the gravel coincides with the Bagua...the footprints also disappear at the edge where Yin and Yang meet. It seems that the entrance is there."

It has to be said that the setting of this "dark palace" is really a bit hidden. Although the organizer of Babel Tower has left the Bagua layout as a clue, everyone is busy hiding or fighting at this time. Who can notice this wilderness? The arrangement on the screen?

No wonder no participant has taken the initiative to discover the entrance to the "Dark Palace" until now.

Chen Ling returned to the ground, followed the footprints, and finally found a long corridor leading to the underground at the intersection of the Bagua layout, and walked down without much hesitation.

The floor of the corridor is paved with marble, and the walls on both sides are also engraved with patterns. It is not as dark and narrow as the tomb passage, but it looks elegant and grand... The lights on both sides of the wall are turned on. I don't know if it was originally set up like this. It was still lit when referee No. 17 entered just now, and it looked bright and transparent.

After walking along the corridor for a while, Chen Ling's eyes suddenly opened up. A rotunda like an underground palace appeared in front of him.

The first time she saw the rotunda, Chen Ling was reminded of the art palace of floating paintings. However, compared with it, the rotunda in front of her obviously lacked artistic flavor, but it had a majestic and miraculous craftsmanship.

"This is……"

Chen Ling walked into the rotunda and saw six dark round arched doors standing in various directions of the rotunda.

On the ground in the center of the rotunda, a passage like an elevator shaft extends deep into the ground. Even now, you can still see the precise tracks and mechanical devices inside, which is dazzling.

Just as Chen Ling was carefully overlooking the bottom of the well, a figure walked slowly from one of the arches:

"No. 6, you're here? How are you?"

The person who came was none other than referee No. 17 who picked up Chen Ling and the others at the station. He was also Chen Ling's "appointed" "secret palace" maintenance staff.

"No, it's nothing serious. I just got a sap from that kid and it gives me a little headache."

Chen Ling imitated the tone of referee No. 6 and smiled helplessly.

"That boy's name is Lin Yan, right? I have an impression." No. 17 nodded slightly, "The [Inappropriate] path, what he did was indeed inappropriate."

Chen Ling:......

"By the way, how was your examination? Are there any problems?" Chen Ling changed the subject.

"Basically, I've looked it over. Everything in the Sixth Palace of Qiaohuang is normal." No. 17 pointed to the half-closed secret door at the edge of the six round arched doors.

"But I don't know as much about this as you do. It's best if you check it again later. I'll put the central control panel on the table for you... But if you have a headache, it's okay not to check it. Don't worry about that guy Lao Chang, he is born with it. Love calls people.”

The old Chang mentioned in No. 17 should be the current director of the communication channel. It can be seen that his reputation among the referees is not very good.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Chen Ling smiled weakly.

He secretly touched the intercom with his right hand in his arms.

Chen Ling has now become the No. 6 referee, with both arms intact, but because he still has one arm, his left hand is only in shape, and he can't do difficult movements, let alone fight... It's more like a natural prosthesis.

As a flash of aurora flashed in the depths of his eyes, the intercom of No. 17 suddenly rang:

"The battle in the west of the city has increased, and there are not enough people. Go and help."

When the voice of Director Chang sounded, the face of No. 17 suddenly became sour. He snorted coldly and said helplessly: "Then I'll go and get busy first. After you check it out, remember to restore it to its original state."

"No problem."

Chen Ling showed a sincere smile of an honest man.

As No. 17's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, the smile on Chen Ling's mouth gradually faded. He calmly walked to the half-closed secret door and pushed it open.

Behind the door was a dazzling space, with countless gears and long rods like perfect works of art, filling every inch of the space. Chen Ling walked in it, as if he was in the heart of a super steel monster.

"Is this... the work of Babel?"

Chen Ling looked up at the densely packed mechanical parts below, which looked like an abyss, and a touch of shock flashed in his eyes.

But soon, his eyes fell on the center of this dark room, on a seemingly ordinary center console... a series of mirrors with mysterious brilliance were placed on it.