Medicine Jar [Interstellar]

"Isn't it locked?" Maomao scratched his head, recalling the situation at that time, it shouldn't be, how could he forget to lock such an important thing, it was obviously Cook who locked himself and himself...

The lock is an old lock, a deadbolt lock from ancient times, didn't they lock it properly just now, and now the lock opens by itself?

"What's going on? An Ran sensed the problem here and came over to ask.

"Of course, both Cook and I remember that the box is locked, but it was unlocked just now. I don't know why, where do we lock it wrong from time to time?" Maomao asked, although he may not be reliable in other aspects, But he will definitely check more important things such as keeping class items like this, and such a situation should not happen. This time it is really strange.

An Ran picked up the lock and glanced at it, raised her head to look at the students in other classes who were training and said to the teacher.

"It's not your problem, just pay more attention next time, start training, check if there is something missing, if there is any missing, I will go to Kenneth to ask about the situation."

What An Ran said was ambiguous. Since it is not a problem of custody, whose problem is it?

"Don't think about it, just take out your weapon and practice." Muli said from the side, he is the most thoughtful person in the class, and An Ran's expression just now clearly suspected that the box was opened by someone who participated in the competition together , but because there is no evidence, it is not claimed but pretended to be a coincidence.

Fortunately, after the inspection, it was confirmed that the number of anchors was correct, and everyone had enough, so before Kenneth appeared, the cubs started training.

I don't know if it was because he ate a lot just now or because Maomao was more excited at this time. He quickly threw the anchor and inserted it into the opposite cliff accurately. This was the first student in the entire training camp to do it. Even Maomao himself was shocked.

"When did I become so powerful..." Maomao looked at his paw in disbelief.

"Good job." Kenneth saw Mao Mao succeed as soon as he appeared. Both the movements and the strength were relatively standard. As long as he practiced again, he would be able to guide his classmates in a short time.

"Yes... how did you do it?" Cook leaned over and asked in surprise.

"I just thought of Kenneth's movements in my mind, just like playing a cartoon, and then my body was full of strength, and then I threw it out." Maomao himself felt incredible.

The body is full of strength?Cook felt that this feeling was familiar. At that time, he also felt it in the falling wind. Maybe it was the effect of the Judgment?

Pulling Maomao aside, Cook asked.

"Maomao, do you often think of the Judgment that An Ran asked us to recite recently?"

Mao Mao nodded ignorantly.

"That's right, every time we meditate on the law, the spiritual power will be activated, subtly changing us."

"You said it was the effect of the Judgment, didn't I just memorize it stupidly?" Maomao opened his eyes wide.

The two little boys were muttering over there, not to mention how itchy the production team's heart was, they wanted to know what the two said, but they couldn't enter the training ground, and such a small voice machine couldn't record it.

"After a while, the production team will be gone, let's go and communicate with other people." Fuzzy glanced at the production team, and then whispered to Cook.

"What the hell are you talking about! Let us listen too!" The vast number of staff who were scratching their heads were almost dying of curiosity.

Under Maomao's guidance, Cook quickly mastered the trick and became the second successful team member.

The success of Maomao and Cook made others feel nervous. The progress of Class F was too fast. They were obviously the slowest progressers at the beginning, but they started to improve rapidly after they dawdled around Kenneth. Now even Several little girls have been able to throw the anchor out smoothly.

At this time, in an office of Emperor Star, this office is located next to the Royal Mausoleum, with a distance of only five or six hundred. No one would have imagined that Alder would build his secret base in such a place.

At that time, it was built here for the purpose of keeping abreast of the royal family's movements, and for the convenience of oneself.

Under the eyes of the empire, it is the biggest misunderstanding, the land of a tycoon who worships the royal family and manages real estate. This person has continuously provided political funds to the second prince over the years, but in fact it is Alder's man. Eroding the second prince's financial power, once the second prince's pie is getting bigger and bigger, and the supply of funds here is stopped, Brandon will face a terrible blow. It seems that behind his incomparable glory at this time is actually Alder has laid countless traps for him to jump into.

Alder tapped the keyboard. The machine in front of him was very special. The machine was not within the monitoring range of the empire, and he had been using this machine to issue orders to his subordinates.

The empire has been monitoring the entire national media and network. Once the wormhole terminal finds that the keywords in the information database are contrary to the original intention of the empire, they will track it.It can be said that Alder took great pains in order to obtain this optical computer other than monitoring, and then spent a lot of effort just building his own secret communication line.

At this time, these things finally came in handy.Skillfully typed out a series of codes on the screen to prompt Alder to be qualified for entry, and finally Guang took the line to automatically match a person named Cloak 113.

After a brief period of blurring the picture.A man with a cloak appeared.If An Ran is here, he should feel very familiar.The person with the cloak and the mask seems to be the same person who promised to help him find out the whereabouts of An Zhenhe. The pattern of the mask and the voice of the voice are exactly the same. If An Ran was here, he would be able to recognize it at a glance.

"Hello, sir." The masked man said respectfully.

"Old friend, long time no see." Alder seemed to be very familiar with this person.

They have cooperated many times, and this time Alder still needs his help. This person has a very high IQ and likes to take on some jobs that interest him. When it is necessary to obtain information or deliver news, he can always help Alder just right. It is said that this person has some relationship with his grandfather and is a credible person.

Based on the principle of employing people without doubting others, Auld regarded him as his right-hand man.

"Excuse me, what do you want me to do, sir?"

"Please help me spread the content of this chip on the Internet, the old rules don't be discovered by the other party."

Alder picked up a yellow envelope from the table, which contained a card he had left behind to suppress the second prince, and it was time to use it now.

"I will follow the old rules for this envelope. Please pick it up on time at 8:246875 am at location [-]," Ald ordered.

246875 is the address code they agreed upon at the beginning.

Although their current dialogue.It is no longer within the scope of wormhole monitoring, but just in case.Therefore, the address information of the end point is all represented by codes.

"Okay, I see." The cloaked man replied right.

"Did he ask you for information?" This was the first time that Alder asked about personal matters other than work, and he was obviously referring to An Ran.

The man's face under the mask showed a slightly surprised look, and he replied immediately.

"He recently asked me about a person named An Zhenhe. This person appeared in the ancient tomb discovered by the empire decades ago, but there is no definite evidence that it is just some local rumors. It should be a whereabouts." Weird people, I found out that there are only some magical little legends."

An Ran was looking for a person named An Zhenhe, and Auld, who was familiar with An's affairs, understood that although this person was surnamed An, he was by no means from the An family, and was someone who appeared in the ancient tomb decades ago?This clue is too general, and according to the calculation of time, people who were decades ago are almost middle-aged today, what is An Ran looking for such a heat.

"By the way, he also gave me a portrait." Cloak passed a picture to Alder.

It was an ink painting. When he saw the ink painting, the man in the cloak was startled. If he hadn't seen that An Ran used modern materials, he would have thought that the ink painting was the collection of everyone who likes to collect ancient earth relics. Because it's so old fashioned.

It was a long-haired man with a tall and straight figure. Although he had only his approximate figure, he could still feel the handsomeness of this man. He was about 20 years old, and he was dressed in black, neat and tidy.

Ink and wash freehand, with just one glance, the cloak will remember this person.

The picture was sent to Alder's optical brain. The moment Alder turned on the optical brain, he saw the ink painting, and his brain, which he thought had no sequelae, began to ache. The brain communication was cut, and it turned into a beast shape and fell to the ground in pain. The broken horn on the forehead seemed to be raised a bit, and the brown-black lines on the white hair began to deepen again.

Seeing that the optical-brain communication was cut off, the cloak shrugged, and he got up from the seat, surrounded by a mess of waste products.

Then he picked up a pair of scissors from the side and cut off the shoulder-length hair. Hair is troublesome, why not shave your head tomorrow.

He will never go out without encountering interesting things. This is his purpose in life. The meaning of life is to stay at home and tinker with his brain. Now there are a few interesting things worth going out for.

One is to get the very important yellow envelope. To be honest, Alder is a perfectionist, and it is basically impossible to do it without a probability of [-]% or [-]%. This time, it may be another matter to turn over a card to deal with the second prince. There is a reason.I just don't know who can make Alder change his original mind.

The other thing was that he had learned a clue about An Zhenhe, and he needed to confirm it himself.

He heard that a man in strange attire was seen outside the cave where someone was archaeological. The earth period is an absolute ancient relic.A premonition told the cloak there must be a story during this period.