Monster Collector [Unlimited]

The prompt in the employee handbook changed accordingly: Hide your identity.

Sure enough, it seems that the words "be careful of human beings" that I saw last time have also been explained.

But just to beware of being discovered, it seems that the word human is a bit abrupt.

Xie Changli thought about it, and continued to peel off the paper, but unfortunately the rest of the notebook was full of special marks, which happened to be the words of the civilization in the last hallucination.

What is the relationship between another civilization and this psychiatrist?

Xie Changli pondered, maybe he could only find another chance to trigger the hallucination.

At the same time, he also officially entered the job.

Dedmond took him to visit the medical area, which occupies a small area, but the consultation room, ward, pharmacy, and operating room are all available.

"This is my office." Dedmon opened the door. There are lines and pipes on the ceiling, a desk in the middle, and a consultation chair in front. There are computers and a lot of notes and books on the desk. There is a tall medicine cabinet behind the desk. There is also a full-length bronze statue next to it, with paintings hanging on the side, which are some well-known landscapes on land.

Xie Changli wandered around inside. The bronze statue is probably hollow, and the composition is not all copper, so it is not heavy: "I thought there would be a human skeleton here."

The hanging landscape is also obviously just a printout, find a plastic frame and frame it: "There will be a human anatomy map on it."

"It turned out to be, but the former psychiatrist suggested that I change it." Dedmond said regretfully.

Xie Changli: "It is beneficial to reduce the pressure on patients when seeing a doctor."

Dedmond smiled and pushed open the side door: "Your psychiatrist's terminology is indeed collusive, so let me see the psychiatrist's office, is it also prescribed?"

The psychiatrist's office is mainly blue, and some of the rest are painted in red and yellow colors. The lighting is bright but not dazzling. The sand table is placed on the left hand side, and the right hand side is a soft sofa that people can sink into. Small potted plants can be placed as you like. Embellished in the meantime, there is soft music flowing in the stereo, which makes people relax at a glance.

The back is the office, with computers, emergency phones, and a large number of related periodicals.

Walking in the back is a vent room.

Xie Changli and Dedmon sat down, opened the suitcase they carried with them, and put some of the props in the identity card where they should be.

As for the doll, Xie Changli thought about whether to hide things that might expose the murder card at all times, but in the end he still tended to lure the snake out of the hole.

They were randomly stacked on the sofa, and the palm-sized pigs, cats, and snakes crowded together.

Xie Changli immediately recalled the nursery rhymes and noticed that Xiaoyu was the only thing missing here.

Opening his eyes to see the dawn, maybe Xiaoyu was the only one who escaped in this serial murder case.

So who is this lucky little fish?

On a new day, a new round of sampling in the Wanli Trench begins.

"The collection of deep sea water samples has been completed."

"Plankton sampling completed."

"Rock sampling complete."

The working claws specially prepared for the sampling of the Wanli Trench were continuously protruded under the skillful manipulation of the researchers, and the required samples were collected one by one. After a series of procedures, they were transferred to the experimental area and prepared directly inside the submarine. All kinds of large equipment for analysis.

In this well-organized busyness, although Mo Daocheng is the assistant to the chief scientific officer, he doesn't have much time to rest. Instead, he is forced to run back and forth, urging the data here and monitoring the progress there.

Turning around, he received a new communication.

"Connected to the chief scientific officer, the sonar shows that there should be an empty seabed plain in front of us." The captain stared at the route that had been drawn before, "but our submarine obviously felt an obstacle after approaching."

This is the critical exception event.

Mo Daocheng nodded quickly: "Okay."

He quickly transferred it to the boss, and would come here to probe his head from time to time during his busy schedule, hoping to hear more news.

The chief scientist is from the most powerful country in the world. He is a master of oceanography. He is proficient in marine biology and marine geology. The disciple, who probed his head, sorted out the things in his hands and called people into the office: "Want to know what's in front of you?"

Mo Daocheng nodded obediently, showing a look of eagerness for knowledge: "I guess it may be some unknown material that absorbs some of the sound waves that are actively emitted, causing misjudgment by the sonar."

The chief looked relieved: "Any other guesses?"

"Maybe there is something similar to a magnetic field that blocks our progress." Mo Daocheng simply gave a science fiction answer, and then took a step back cautiously after speaking, for fear that his always strict boss would be furious.

To his surprise, the chief did not get angry: "You are the second batch of people who came in, in fact, the first batch of explorers have already found several similar situations, made a variety of guesses, and then conducted various experiments verify."

"The conclusion is that we are blocked by a layer of material similar to a magnetic field, which is invisible and phaseless, but it does exert a force on our submarine that is opposite to the direction of progress." The chief flipped through the file, "Use the science fiction novels that young people like to read In other words, it is similar to an energy shield."

Mo Daocheng: "If this substance can be used, it will have a greater impact on our scientific community than the current submarine paint. Is this substance naturally occurring, similar to magnetite, or is it manufactured, similar to electromagnetic radiation?" iron?"

The chief suddenly lowered his face: "What are you thinking?"

Mo Daocheng blurted out: "Made in the day after tomorrow, artificially created this energy shield to protect the city."

The chief asked: "Do you think there is a deep sea civilization here?"

He himself is an authority in the field of marine biology: "During the debate on intelligent organisms on the seabed ten years ago, I published three papers in a row, citing hundreds of examples, proving that it is impossible to develop intelligent organisms in the ocean."

Mo Dao founded Ma Furuan: "Maybe I read too many science fiction novels."

Just as the master and apprentice were talking, a low exclamation came from the experimental research area outside, and the voice became louder and louder, and it came into the office with the door open——

"It was sent by the geological team."

"It's not a rock, it's a slate."

"There are traces of being carved by tools."

"What's on it? Hieroglyphs?"

The chief walked out amidst the noise, and immediately saw his old classmate, the arch-rival who had always been at odds, appearing in his laboratory with his own team.

The person here is about the same age as the chief, but he does not look old at all. He is the pioneer and founder of marine geology, especially the mining of combustible ice.Combustible ice is the best substitute for oil that exists in the deep sea and permafrost, so after the traces of combustible ice were found in the previous issue, this big cow was also invited to join the deep sea project.

The chief resolutely objected several times, and in the end he could only recognize this person by pinching his nose.

He is in good health, with a ruddy complexion, and he speaks in a confident manner: "Chief, today's sample is a big surprise for me."

A palm-sized stone slab was quietly suspended in a professional airtight container, and was held in his arms by assistant He Ping.

Compared with ordinary rock blocks, it has a uniform thickness, neat edges, and a right angle, but there are obvious traces of being polished and rounded, the back is smooth, and there are carving marks one after another on the front.

Look carefully at these traces, either round or long, and outline a simple image, which is more like a symbol with a certain meaning than a detailed picture. Everyone present has basic scientific literacy, and instantly Think of the oldest type of writing—pictographs.

Mo Daocheng also became nervous. What is the relationship between the wisdom and civilization in the deep sea and the serial murders mentioned in the employee handbook.

A chill rushed up his back, and Mo Daocheng's eyes flicked across the faces of his excited and nervous colleagues. Are his colleagues really just humans from land?

The chief also rarely lost his composure, and subconsciously wanted to step forward and look at the slate carefully.

Geologist: "I remember that you were also against the existence of intelligent creatures in the ocean back then. Now, take a look at this."

"Text, civilization," the chief frowned. "Are there archaeologists? Are there any identifications of ancient texts? Is it possible that this is a prank?"

Geologist: "We can connect with experts in related fields remotely and ask them to help identify. The technology to solve the high pressure in the deep sea is mature. Cameras and even real people can try to explore it. Maybe there will be a relic."

"Too aggressive," the Chief refused instinctively, and finally nodded, "Check these languages ​​first."

Three days later, the counseling room.

After chatting for more than half an hour, the geologist relaxed and rarely confide in his heart.

He sat on the chair, leaned back, stared blankly, and folded his hands: "I'm wondering if we shouldn't come."

Amidst the soft music, Xie Changli recorded and asked at the same time: "Since when did you have such an idea?"

He was also observing this key npc. Unlike the energetic and ambitious day when he boarded the submarine, the eyes of the person in front of him were bloodshot and anxious.

Apparently, the research project had an accident.

"Recently," the geologist replied, "Do you believe in anything, Dr. Xie?"

"I don't believe it." Xie Changli stopped writing and looked up at him, "However, I respect all beliefs."

"It will indeed be your answer." The geologist smiled. "I just suddenly feel that human beings are very small and the ocean is very mysterious."

Xie Changli: "Fear of the deep sea?"

"No, I like the ocean, freedom, mystery, and boundlessness." The geologist replied, "I just wonder if we may be one of the lonely ones."

Xie Changli: "Us?"

"We humans." The geologist blurted out, and immediately changed the subject, "Doctor, you have cleaned this place very clean."

Xie Changli didn't ask any further questions, and followed his words: "The cleaning staff are very nice."

Du Ya, a real cleaner, was completely free from the initial resentment, and flew down proudly, landed on the table and swaggered.

Geologist: "But it's not enough to be responsible for the logistics of our area. Doctor, who is in charge here?"

Du Ya's body froze, he turned his head to look at Demon King Xie, and the other party replied indifferently: "I think he is very happy..."

"Gah!" Du Ya's potential exploded, and he pounced on Xie Changli's face, preventing him from selling out his labor.

The geologist was startled, and the chairs were jerked back.

Xie Changli tore the raven off with a cold face: "It's okay, little boy."

Mostly due to beating.

The geologist couldn't help but turn his head back frequently when he left: the little crow was spiritual, and he just showed a weeping expression across species, which was quite eye-catching.

Seeing him leaving, Mo Daocheng walked over against the wall and knocked on the door of the counseling room: "Brother Xie."

Xie Changli sat on the office chair, with the books in front of him spread out, holding a handful of Zhao Qing's self-service bird food in his hand, teasing Du Ya: "Call a few times."

Delicious food comes first, and just now he got into trouble again, it is rare for Du Ya and Xie Chang to be filial to his father and son: "Quack quack quack."

Orcs are never slaves, after all—unless they have food and shelter.

The matter of eating is not shabby.

Mo Daocheng was very nervous, he shrank his head and came in, turned his head frequently and took out a photo, hurriedly stuffed it under the book in front of Xie Changli, retracted his hand like an electric shock, and was about to leave.

If this kid becomes a spy, he will definitely become famous in one battle - by paying his own family.

Xie Changli was helpless: "Sit down and chat, I only have one appointment left for you this afternoon, no one else will come."

Mo Daocheng heaved a sigh of relief and sat down with a vigilant face on his face: "Really? He Ping has been staring at me recently."

Xie Changli: "Psychological consultation usually takes one hour. Going out too early will attract attention."

"Oh," Mo Daocheng nodded obediently, "It is currently suspected that this stone slab is the work of the Stone Age civilization, and the expert opinion is that the stone slab carved by the civilization of the Extreme North Continent fell to the bottom of the sea."

No wonder geologists have this attitude just now.

Xie Changli picked up the photo, concentrated his attention, and the familiar pain spread from his head.

The high inspiration that comes with the identity triggers the hallucination again.

The sea water wraps him softly, like a mother's embrace, and a force lifts up a beam of skylight that he casts towards the sea surface.

He lowered his head. It was the glorious city that he had glimpsed in the hallucination last time. The lights were dim like a galaxy flowing under the sea, and countless luminous jellyfish were swimming in it.

In the next second, all the jellyfish froze, and the red color representing fear and danger suddenly lit up!

The lights were all extinguished, and the ominous gray and white covered every building like a plague. The huge and brilliant city that stood here for thousands of years disappeared in an instant, just like a god wiped away a corner of a picture scroll at will.

The power supporting Xie Changli suddenly disappeared, his consciousness broke away from the material form, and he had a quick glance at the gap between the dissipation of the illusion, and he realized it instantly.

He just turned into that slate.

The slate that records the last message of a civilization before it dies.