After exploring five or six rooms in a row, Chen Xing came to a very large laboratory. The flashlight swept away thousands of square meters. It was like experiencing a huge disaster, with broken instruments and equipment scattered everywhere, as well as a large number of dead bones.
Chen Xing looked around and moved forward cautiously. It was quiet all around, and the sound of breaking glass or bones could be heard from time to time underfoot, which was very penetrating.
There is a row of long tables in the middle of the laboratory, about three meters wide and twenty or thirty meters long. It should be a place where researchers hold meetings and discussions. As he approached the long table, something unexpected fell into his eyes.
It is said to be abrupt because it is incompatible with everything around it. Everything else was in a mess, either damaged or skewed, but it was the only one that stood there upright, as if it existed independently of the world.
It was an "ear pot", about half a person tall, bronze in color, with handles on both sides. The surface of the pot is covered with gray-white rust, which seems to be very old. Taking a closer look, the spiral pattern engraved on it is simple and mysterious. If you look at it for a long time, it seems that you will sink into it.
The mouth of the pot is facing up, and the lid is placed next to it, just like the utensils of the gods in legend.
Chen Xing couldn't help but think of a term - fake.
This is what he saw in a magazine in his last life. The definition of fake weapons is like the definition of false gods to true gods. "Fake" means fake or counterfeit, and "qi" means sacred or important weapons. Together they mean "fake of sacred weapons." As for the rest, Chen Xing is not sure. After all, it is a secret of the upper class. There is only sporadic information and only one or two sentences are mentioned occasionally.
He didn't dare to touch it rashly, so he looked for clues in the small pieces scattered on the ground.
Not long after, he discovered a research notebook. Looking through it, it is a large amount of experimental data. In the last few pages, something called "Devil's Pot" is mentioned several times. It seems that this is the name of the ear pot.
Regarding the "Devil's Pot", there is a sentence mentioned in the record: "The miracle of the gods, the forbidden door."
Chen Xing raised his head and his eyes followed the flashlight as it swept across the ceiling. As expected, all the ventilation duct covers were lifted. Combined with the information seen before, it is not difficult to deduce the situation at that time.
The explorers of No. 65 Underground Survival Center found the Devil's Pot outside and sent it back to the institute. In the final stage of the research, the researchers opened the lid of the pot, which may be a mustard space, and a large number of alien creatures ran out.
All the researchers present died, and the doors to each room were closed, but the alien creatures crawled out along the ventilation ducts and infected the entire population of the survival center.
Thinking of this, Chen Xing looked at the ear pot in the middle of the long table.
To take it or not to take it?
After a brief hesitation, Chen Xing came to the side, gritted his teeth, and reached for the lid.
I don't know what kind of material the pot lid is made of. It's cold in the hand. It's not big, but it's extremely heavy. Chen Xing couldn't pick it up the first time, so he picked it up again and moved it toward the mouth of the pot.
"Boom!"
There seemed to be a huge suction force. When the lid came close to the mouth of the pot, it was sucked down directly, making a dull sound.
Once the lid is closed, it cannot be opened again. Chen Xing jumped on the table and tried hard with both hands. As a result, the whole table was broken, but he still couldn't open the lid of the pot. Due to time constraints, he did not do more research. He took out the rope from his waist bag, found a few rags, wrapped the ear pot, tied it, and carried it behind his back.
The ear pot is quite large and extremely heavy to carry on your back, weighing at least seventy or eighty kilograms. Chen Xing felt like he was carrying a big gas tank on his back. If it were before, Chen Xing would definitely not be able to carry it, but his current strength is fifteen points, one and a half times that of an ordinary adult male, and he still has some spare strength behind his back.
Having obtained the item, he no longer delayed and hurried back along the original path. After passing through several rooms and turning into a passage, he suddenly felt a pain in his scalp. He hurriedly stopped, squatted down, and looked around.
It was pitch black in front and back of the passage, and when I shined a flashlight, there was nothing there.
After a while, he found nothing unusual and took a tentative step forward. His scalp hurt even more.
what happened?
He frowned and observed more carefully. Finally, he found an extremely thin thread lying three meters in front of him.
If you look closely, you will see that the silk thread is silver-gray and its surface is dull, even if you shine a flashlight on it, it is difficult to detect it. The surface of the silk thread was covered with fine serrations, the height of which was at the level of his neck. Once he hit it, his head would fall off.
Chen Xing couldn't help but take a breath, who was so sinister as to set such a trap on his return route. If he hadn't sensed danger, his body and head would have been separated by now.
Several figures quickly flashed through his mind. Roy seemed to be the most suspicious, but Zhang Meng could not be ruled out. Although Zhang Meng appears to be relatively honest on the surface, these people hide very deeply. It's hard to say what they are like behind the scenes.
Chen Xing thought for a while, then turned and walked to the other end of the passage. He didn't dare to go back the same way. God knew what traps were behind him. Danger perception was not a panacea. Maybe he would be caught next time.
As he walked, he opened the black watch, compared it with the simple map on it, and walked towards the area of Shiraishi's house.
Roy, Zhang Meng, Luo Shaoqing, and Yang Zhiyong all had more or less conflicts with him, and the first two had already come down, so they must have gotten some clues. To go through their passage is tantamount to throwing yourself into a trap. As for the Shiraishi family, he had a good impression of the twin sisters and hoped to get away with it.
After walking in the dark for more than ten minutes, he came to an accommodation area. Everything was neatly arranged, and he could tell that it had been explored. A little further on, Chen Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a sign with the word "white" spray-painted on the wall.
"who!"
When he was approaching the exit, Chen Xing deliberately stepped up his steps to let the sound spread far away. Soon, two flashlights came over, accompanied by soldiers shouting questions.
"Don't shoot. I'm from the Ye Yang family and I'm lost inside." Chen Xing raised his hands and turned his body sideways to make the Ye Yang family's logo on his arms more prominent.
"Wait, stand there and don't move!" One soldier aimed at Chen Xing, and the other picked up the walkie-talkie and informed the person above.
Chen Xing had no choice but to stand there and wait patiently.
Not long after, the two sisters from the Baishi family came down, followed by the kind-looking old man. However, in Chen Xing's view, both girls and old men are dangerous carnivores.
"Who are you?" the two sisters asked in unison.
Seeing that his identity could no longer be concealed, Chen Xing took off his helmet, pulled off his protective goggles, and said, "I am Chen Xing, whom we have met before."
"Ah, little brother, it turns out to be you." "Why are you lost?" the two sisters from the Baishi family said one after the other.
"I..." Chen Xing made up a story, saying that he and his troops got lost, and wandered around for two days before finding a way out.
The two sisters looked around Chen Xing. Bai Shiying suddenly pointed to the big backpack behind Chen Xing and asked, "Little brother, what good things did you find in it?"
"Show us~" Shiraishi Hitomi echoed.
The two sisters looked cute and naive, but looked like demons in Chen Xing's eyes. If they see it, they will be given a share or even kept. Chen Xing never believed that there were wolves in the world that did not eat meat.
"Let's take a look~" the two sisters begged, pulling Chen Xing from left to right.
"They're all rags..." Chen Xing said nonchalantly, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
