mayfly era

Following his gaze, the image on the huge screen turned into a test report at some point—photos of naked/naked corpses occupied most of the page, and there were a few short reports in addition.

It was a body covered in drug burns, and it was vaguely recognizable as a man in his 60s or [-]s from his face and body.His hair was burnt to the ground, his facial features were damaged, his body was covered with scars and bloody grooves, and his death was extremely miserable.

This corpse was the "living corpse" that happened to be brought back to the laboratory by Song Guang and Fan Ge when they crawled out of the dungeon, and the subsequent test results were extremely strange.

"Thang Han, what's the matter?" Song Guang asked first, with Typhoid's back facing them, they couldn't see the expression of Typhoid.

"Typhoid fever?" Fan Ge also called out.

What responded to them was a few soft clicks of the upper and lower teeth. After a while, the typhoid voice sounded, as if trying to restrain his emotions, he said intermittently, "I, I know him..."

"Oh?" Rebel was puzzled, "This person is a refugee from the dungeon, and he has no identity information. Have you seen him?"

"He should be, my former teacher." Typhoid's voice gradually regained his composure.

Counter-reform didn't know how to respond for a while, and he said after a while, "...sorrow and change."

Typhoid shook his head, he turned his head to look at the counterrevolutionary, his eyes were still full of doubts, his voice was hoarse, "It's not because of the deep feelings, I always thought he was dead, but I didn't expect that he was exiled to the dungeon .”

"The point is...he is a professor of sacrificial science."

Typhoid's voice was not loud, but his words were undoubtedly a thunderbolt in the middle of the night, suddenly plunged into the silent and dark sea, accompanied by a deafening bang, instantly splashed countless dazzling sparks!

This long-overdue information finally provides a new engine for the locked logic chain.

The sketches scanned by space collisions, the "lines" of the altar seen by Chen Li and Yan Qiang in the dungeon with naked eyes, all kinds of incomprehensible phenomena have finally been pulled out a clue, and the key to unlocking the mystery of the dungeon may be hidden In the corpse of this sacrificial professor.

But just relying on the identity of a dead person to explain the strange phenomenon is not enough.The three-dimensional printer may be an old-fashioned waste that was thrown into the dungeon, but how could a seriously injured and dying refugee find a large number of gold and stone fragments in the dungeon to build a material pool?

Fan Ge looked at the face of the professor of sacrificial science on the screen and fell into deep thought. He put the pipe to his mouth and inhaled slowly. The smoke he exhaled blurred his face, but set off his gray eyes. More hale and hearty.

Everyone was silent for a while.

Then the spring of the lighter mechanism was moved, and the electronic cigarette made a "beep" sound when it was connected, and Song Guang also drew out a second atomized cigarette.

Another scene of a large gathering of people smoking.

Smoking cannot help people solve problems, but it can temporarily provide a space to organize their thoughts.

"The professor of sacrificial science was exiled to the dungeon, and there was a three-dimensional printed altar frame in the dungeon. This professor was already dead when he climbed out of the dungeon." Song Guang exhaled smoke rings, his expression still calm.

"Fucking..." Smoker couldn't help but swear.

"It's a horror story that I don't like to hear." Fan Ge said with a frown.

"Moreover, the video recording of the 'altar' we witnessed in the dungeon was not automatically uploaded to the mastermind according to the settings." Chen Li added calmly, he has always been obsessed with this matter.

"It may be because the signal in the dungeon is unstable." Song Guang said.

"Perhaps." Chen Yue didn't dispel his doubts. He leaned over and took a new vape liner from the anti-leather cigarette box. The sweet and annoying cocoa granules were finally exhausted, and he couldn't wait.

"Would it be the same power to make the dead climb out of the dungeon and move the scrapped bionics?" The tone of the counter-revolutionary was more like talking to himself.

Was there any connection between the underground city and the central city on the ground?

Yes, but very little.

Is it driven by the same force, if so, how can such a thing be done, and what is the purpose?All kinds of doubts were placed in front of them again, thicker and more messy than the soot accumulated on the metal table.

Something suddenly flashed through Chen Yue's mind, "On October 33th, I saw a person being chased by patrols and jumped into the dungeon. The location, I remember, was... Gate [-], Beicheng District."

"Is there anyone willing to drill into the dungeon?" Smoker wondered.

"I also found it strange, so I followed up that day, but was quickly blocked by giant insects," Chen Li explained, "The dungeon opens one-way. I only recently learned that the big family will get a certain door through some channels." Occasionally, people on the ground will enter the dungeon in exchange for some short-term labor, which is very cheap, and only needs to use comprehensive nutritional pills."

"There are a lot of surveillance on the ground, so it is not difficult to find out the identity of this person." Song Guang said.

Chen Li shook his head, "He covered it tightly at the time."

"Which division's patroller?" Song Guang asked.

"It's a new type of patroller for the fourth, sixth, and eighth rounds."

Song Guang fell silent. The relationship between these three bureaus and RC is really not good. It may be very difficult to obtain information.

"That's all for today. Many things cannot be found out by mouth. Typhoid and I stayed to do data model analysis, and the rest returned to work. Today these things must be kept secret and avoided as much as possible. Don’t take risks before the truth... The merchants can do it, I’ll take care of it, let’s all go back, if some injuries don’t heal, go back and take care of them!” The anti-revolutionary speech ended the meeting.

"Boss, I have to work overtime." Shang Han returned to his previous indifferent expression, and now he raised a thin little hand and shook it.

"No problem, I'll ask Su to do it for you." Fan Ge turned over from the table behind, walked to the main brain in a few steps, dragged a track chair over, and sat side by side with Typhoid in front of the control panel.

"I'll stay for a while too," Song Guang said lightly, "It's just the two of you, and the speed is slow."

Fan Ge tied his hair neatly behind his head, turned his head and gave Song Guang a suave smile, "I don't want to bring Lao Jiang and the others into it yet."

"I know." Song Guang patted the counter-revolutionary on the shoulder, stood behind the two, folded his arms around his chest, and looked up at the huge screen of the main brain.

Chen Li also stood up at this time, pointed to the head of the smoking gun, "I'll take the dog to shave."

Smoker picked his half-long silver hair, and cursed with some dissatisfaction, "Damn it, you are a dog, and your whole family is a dog."

"Be careful when you show up." Song Guang turned around and instructed.

Smoker snorted, "I'm afraid they won't come."

"Let's go." Chen Li grabbed the shoulder of the pipe.

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The author has something to say:

I'm sorry I'm short (fingers kneel down)

The clever little cutie should have already guessed where the plot is heading, haha

Xiaoqian and Laoyan are combatants, typhoid younger brother is a technician, Uncle Song Guang is a combatant + commander

The anti-revolutionary boss is a combatant + technician + command boss, and it will be reflected slowly after hehe

In the end, shamelessly continue to ask for comments and collections~