mayfly era

It was already past one o'clock in the morning when the smoking gun returned to the base.

He is the only one in the organization who stays at the base all the year round to watch the night—he protested to the boss, but was rejected in a second, on the grounds that "you are single, whoever you don't do."

There is a giant computing machine in the base, and the computing power level belongs to the "Master Brain" level - even in the central city, there are no more than ten "Master Brain" level computing machines.

Their boss is very resistant to the act of naming the machine. I don’t know if it’s because they have watched too many sci-fi movies.So the "Master Brain" is called the "Master Brain", which stores all the data they collected, and its importance is self-evident.

The opening of this giant computer requires members' iris data, blood and voiceprint data, and a 68-bit password.

Their boss once set up an extremely complicated defense system for this machine, but in the end they had to add gene locks. Their boss was very frustrated but helpless to succumb to this kind of metaphysics.

After Yan Qiang opened the door of the main brain room, he was surprised to find that he was not the only one working the night shift at the base tonight.

A thin figure sat in front of a huge screen, on which was a flat map, and the man was hand-drawing the details.

"Typhoid fever?" Smoker was a little surprised.

"Hmm." The thin man waved the electronic pen in his hand.

"Why are you here?" Smoker dragged a track chair and sat down.

"I found something a few days ago. I just used the space collision scanner and traced something very interesting." Typhoid's voice was dry, without any extra emotion, more like a machine than a machine, and he pointed to a picture on the screen. The figure drawn simply by lines, "does it look like an altar?"

"Don't tell me, it's really a little bit," Smoker narrowed his eyes, and carefully examined the scribbled abstract sketches, "but this kind of altar... looks a bit old."

There are also cemeteries and places of worship in the central city, but the cost is very expensive, and there are restrictions on the identity. Only those who have made great contributions to the country and are "clean and unstained" can be buried, or made into honey orchids, or set up a tomb .

Ordinary people may not even be able to afford a single page of "personal electronic tombstone".

"I just compared the data. More than 2000 years ago, there were fifteen altars similar to this form in the central city, and they were large-scale living sacrifices." Shang Han pulled out a text file, and continued to draw pictures while reading it. The two eyes are like two different working ports, which can carry out two projects at the same time,

"The dungeon is going to be a mess again..." Yan Qiang couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, "Have you talked to the boss?"

"As I said, he asked me to make a record first, and then find someone to go down and take a look."

"Isn't the uncle on a business trip today?" Yan Qiang couldn't help frowning.

"Boss asked Cy to go," Shang Han said, "except for uncle, he is the one who is most familiar with dungeons."

"he…"

"I know, the boss directly pinched the background database last night, and asked me to do coverage this morning. No one should see it at the bureau," Shanghan paused and said, "Cy rarely does this kind of thing, the population database The information is cumbersome to use.”

"It's because I didn't keep an eye on him." Smoker pinched his eyebrows a little irritably.

"Don't worry...I have it covered."

"I'm not worried about him being punished by the boss. I just can't figure it out. Is it worth it? Because a person who is neither relative nor relative is punished, and he has to take risks."

"I met Master Hei when I just came back, and he said it's okay." Typhoid glanced at the pipe, as if surprised by his unexpectedly strong emotions.

"Huh? It's over so soon?" In the past, the light confinement would take a few days.

"Hurry up, let him do things." Typhoid inserted the electronic pen back into the operation panel.

"Okay, then I'll go to the infirmary to pick him up, have you finished drawing this thing?"

"I can only draw a rough outline. I suspect that the dungeon has a certain anti-reconnaissance film. My machine is not stable, but it is not likely to be reversed." Typhoid spoke quickly, with almost no ups and downs.

"Cy mentioned to me before that the dungeon has begun to be organized, and new rebel forces will soon form, and it will no longer be the previous model of single-soldier combat by refugees," the smoking gun continued after a pause. , "But their bodies are not very healthy, so the threat is not great."

"Lao Yan, why do we have to manage the work of the dungeon all the time," Typhoid complained, and when he mentioned money, his tone became more lively, "The account at the end of the year is nothing more than three melons and two dates, and we are always worrying about this group of trash. "

"This is the boss's decision. Let's find out the problem of the dungeon first. When the time comes to solve this problem or that problem, who can say for sure." Smoker smiled, his left eye gleaming brightly in the darkness. The light is like the eyes of a wolf, but the right eye is dim.

"Go and pick up Cy," Shang Han said, "Let him come over and take a look at this sketch. I'm purely relying on machines and brains, so there must be some errors."

After Shang Han finished speaking, he bent down and picked up a paper cup from under the operating table. As soon as he opened it, a strong sweet smell filled the space.

"Cocoa tea? Where did you buy it?" The smoker's eyes lit up.

"Fifth Street."

"Yes, you are still a gourmet expert, I will pick up Cy, you hurry up and sort out the ingredients."

Typhoid nodded, his fingers moved quickly on the operation panel, and he compared and screened all the data and images he could find so far.He is the only one in RC who has studied sacrificial studies, because when he was in college, he had a teacher who was acquainted with a master of sacrificial studies, but he passed away very early.

This kind of sacrifice scale should be used for the burial of the king. After reading a lot of literature, Shang Han still felt that this kind of sacrifice was absurd and useless.

Will there be a king in the dungeon?Even if it is a leader, I am afraid that after death, it is just another meal for others.

He has never been to a dungeon, he always fails in hand-to-hand combat, and his physical fitness is getting worse and worse after years of technical work.

"Good evening." Someone greeted him politely, but the tone was cold and flat.

Typhoid didn't look back, and shook his hand in response.Before the person approached, he could already smell the potion, so he couldn't help turning his head to look.Chen Li walked in from the outside. His face was a little pale, but his eyes were still bright, his shoulders were straight, and he looked in good spirits.

Smoker followed him step by step with a cigarette in his mouth. The two were always inseparable. He was used to typhoid fever, and he didn't bother to think about it. Being asked by the boss to work overtime every day was already tiring enough.

"I've already screened all the information, you read it first, and ask me if you have any questions." Typhoid pulled out all the information.

Chen Li let out a "hmm" and flicked his hand in the air. The screen captured the movement and started to open quickly. He leaned against the console and began to read the materials.

"I went down to this place two months ago," Chen Li frowned slightly, "but I didn't see such a large thing at all. What is the result of space collision?"

"Mix metal, stone, wood, and bone."

"Is there radio feedback?"

"No, but there are interference substances similar to radio waves, which affect the detection of the instrument."

Chen Li nodded, "Just because of the fact that there are mixed metals, it is worth going down to have a look."

"Are there any other questions? If not, I'm going back to rest, and I have some other work," Typhoid added dryly, "Pay attention to your health."

Chen Li seemed to be amused by his blunt words, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "It's okay."

"How is it, can it last?" Smoker asked worriedly.

"It's okay, go down as soon as possible. I'm tightly closed, the knife was confiscated by the boss, if you go down with me, you will have electric shock and anesthesia, and you won't need anything else."

"Only by electric shock?"

"The smell of fresh blood cannot be seen in the dungeon, as it will attract insects." Chen Li said.

"then you…"

"It's okay, I'll find Master Hei to glue it on later, as long as it doesn't bleed."

Smoker nodded and said nothing.

They are blood-licking beasts, the smell of blood is so familiar that it doesn't even feel fishy anymore.Regardless of technicians like typhoid fever who were abducted by the boss in the later period, there is not a single one of them who has never experienced war and sent away his comrades in war.

Eight years ago, the frequency of border wars was higher than that of rich people eating extra meals.In other words, they are fighting, and the rich are eating extra food.

***

At two o'clock in the morning, the underground city.

"With the development of science and technology to this day, no invisibility cloak has been invented. Scientists are just a bunch of waste." The voice of the smoking gun became more hoarse in the tiny earphones.

"What's the use of invisibility cloaks in a world under surveillance by thermal light," Chen Li said.

"Let's solve it together, so that group of scientists is eating nothing."

"Who doesn't want to eat dry rice if they can eat it." Chen Li said, suddenly stopped at the corner, and made a gesture to draw the attention of the smoker.

Sure enough, he listened carefully to the sound of someone breathing amidst the empty running water in the sewer pipe.Smoker followed Chen Li's gestures and saw two figures, one thin and one fat, sleeping on top of each other.

The thin one is a woman, so thin that there is almost no trace of fat or muscle, only the skin sticks to the bones, and even the shape of the internal organs can be seen.The fat man was indistinguishable from male to female, his whole body was full of lumps and pustules, and he couldn't tell whether he was really obese or whether he was made like a fat man by the lesions all over his body.

"Look, they all have a good life." Smoker murmured into the earphones.

"Hush." ​​Chen Li made another gesture to bypass the two.

While bypassing, Chen Li took out his mobile phone and took photos of the heteromorphic couple with huge disparity in figure—mainly to study the problem of lesions, he himself has no such bad taste.

The air in the dungeon is filled with an extremely rotten smell. This smell can no longer be called stinky, but weird. It is a smell that most human beings have never smelled in their entire lives.

"There are a lot of chemical residues here, which have deteriorated the soil and walls, as well as living things. This was supposed to be collected by G's researchers, but they didn't dare. It was all done by me and my uncle... Last year's final payment was all gone. It's not over."

"After all, the money was spent on research and development of sleeping pills. Those officials have done a lot of bad things, and most of them can't sleep at night."

"How far is the positioning of typhoid fever?"

"Go straight for sixty, turn left for thirty."

Chen Yue carefully observed the surrounding environment in the night vision glasses, and there was no change, the same as before.

In this "square" - this is the area unit he and the uncle set, it is almost a cubic space of ten meters, except that the frequency of insects appearing is slightly lower than when he came down before, everything else is as usual.

Insects refer to the size of insects in the normal perception of human beings, and there are many creepy-looking and huge insect-like creatures in the dungeon. In the official classification, they are called "giant insects".

However, this kind of "giant insect beast" can only adapt to the acidic waste air of the underground city. Even if it digs through a ten-meter-thick iron plate and lands on the ground, it will only have a dead end.

But if ordinary people attract this kind of giant worm in the dungeon, it will be a dead end.

Chen Li has been attacked twice by giant worms, it feels like a giant crab is riding on him, and last time he was "stepped" firmly.

Their bodies are constantly spraying out pus and cloudy gas. Chen Li took some time to collect some, and those scientists later told him that it was the physiological fluid of giant insects.

For example, drool?Chen Li didn't bother to study it carefully, since they were all equally disgusting anyway.

"The positioning is here." The smoking gun pointed forward.

The ceiling of the dungeon is a special material that can maintain some brightness even in the dark.It is said that the thermal power generation materials that were wasted ten years ago could not supply the current high-power electrical equipment, so they were transferred to the underground city as a basic energy supply device.

This kind of device requires the labor of the homeless in the dungeon, coupled with the pressure of human rights activists, in exchange for the rental right.However, with the frequent rebellion of the refugees and the continuous mutation of the environment, G completely isolated the dungeon from the urban residents, and no longer cared about this little profit.

Chen Li turned on the flashlight and shone it forward.

"What is this?" Chen Li was stunned on his usually calm face.

That's the real thing, and it's not the real thing.

The lines are floating in the air one by one, and the drawing is even a bit sloppy. Judging from the shape, it is indeed very similar to the blueprint drawn by Shang Han.The patterns on the ground are the most intricate, and some have been filled with color, similar to a kind of glue.

At the end is a throne, the smaller one on the right seems to be the back seat, and there is a smaller one on the left, the Prince's seat?