"Okay, confirmed."
"Know it."
Ai Ting and Zhuque answered one after another.
"Today during the day, I am in a group, the Firebird is in a group, and Taishan and Green Snake are in a group. Starting from 10 o'clock, we will enter a group every 10 minutes. We will visit separately and do not interact with each other.
“By 5:20 p.m., we were hiding at points B, C and D marked on the map.
"At 10:30 in the evening, we gathered at point E, where the glass coffin of 'Xiangnu' was kept.
"After resurrecting Xiangnu there, we evacuated together along the blue line No. 1 marked on the map.
"In addition, the No. 2 yellow line is an alternative evacuation route, used in special circumstances. The No. 3 red line is an emergency evacuation route, used in extreme situations.
"Everyone, please check the map and time again."
Poussin only knew that these people would resurrect the so-called thousand-year-old female corpse and bring back Qingmang, but he did not know the true identity of the female corpse.
At the same time, he did not know the true identities of Meng Fei, Ai Ting, and Suzaku.
As a well-trained and experienced professional agent, he only follows the orders of his superiors. Not only is he tight-lipped about the information he knows, he will never ask more questions about things he doesn’t know.
"confirmed."
"Confirmed."
"No problem."
There had just been a heavy rain at night, and the car was driving along a winding, muddy road with lush rainforest on both sides, just like two high green walls.
The road was quite bumpy, and mud sprayed up the car windows from time to time. The bumps of the vehicle seemed to be giving them a full-body massage.
To Meng Fei's surprise, Suzaku, who was sitting in the innermost seat, had a very low tolerance for bumps.
She kept curling up next to Ai Ting with a pale face, and felt like vomiting from time to time.
There is no way, her life is too exquisite, how can there be such a way to break through the imagination in the divine world?
She didn't change her expression at all as An Sheng drove the kind of luxury car running wildly on the highway. But after Poussin's cross-country driving through dilapidated roads, she felt sick to her stomach.
Ai Ting forced her to drink motion sickness tablets and prepared a plastic bag for her to keep at hand at all times.
After more than an hour of struggling, Meng Fei finally saw the flat ground and the overlapping brown stone towers exposed among the lush trees.
Parking the car in a quiet and deserted dense forest, the four of them got out of the car in three groups.
Poussin wore a brown T-shirt, a green vest with many pockets, a backpack on his back, two SLRs hanging around his neck, and a lens case on his waist. He looked like a senior photography enthusiast.
He walked around the ancient Fruitless Temple complex, taking pictures everywhere without any sense of violation.
Suzaku tied her red hair back into a flowing ponytail and wore a red T-shirt, loose black overalls, and high-top flat brown leather shoes.
The woman who was alone, with her stunning appearance, and the eye-catching "KissMe" printed on the unassuming red T-shirt, unsurprisingly attracted chatters speaking various languages.
But she didn't react at all, just running around alone like a little red bird flying in the forest.
Meng Fei and Ai Ting are a real couple. Both of them were wearing white T-shirts, jeans and sun hats, walking hand in hand under the shade of the trees outside the ancient temple.
Although there are often heavy rains, there is not a cloud in the sky at this time, and the sky is as blue as water. The sunlight pours down, illuminating any trace of time particularly clearly.
Although he had seen many photos of scenic spots in advance, he still felt a strong visual impact when the real monuments appeared directly in front of him.
Against the background of the empty blue sky, those thick and huge stones piled up one after another are carved into extremely complex patterns and shapes, as if they carry the rise and fall of the entire civilization for thousands of years.
It is no longer possible to know the color of these rocks when they were first mined. Time has long since dyed them an indescribable gray-black color.
The intricate reliefs, pillars, window lattice, and the mysteriously smiling faces of the gods seem to be deliberately matched with the equally complex mottled, cracked, missing, and broken pieces, stacked wantonly toward the sky.
An extremely majestic and meticulous project, every part of this place is engraved with the piety of mankind towards the gods at that time. It is a pity that their gods are gone, but the works of these ancients still remain.
Sure enough, Ai Ting insists on traveling abroad, which makes sense. You have to go beyond the borders to see different scenery under completely different civilizations.
In the morning they mainly visited the surrounding area. After having lunch at noon, they began to enter the main topic, which was the exhibition of the thousand-year-old female corpse in Baal Temple.
Baal Temple was built to commemorate King Baal, the most powerful king under the god Wuguo a thousand years ago.
The most famous one is the relief sculpture composed of hundreds of ancient stone slabs on the interior wall. These reliefs depict the glorious life of King Baal, and it would take a full afternoon for a tour guide to explain them all.
It is said that King Baal had a beloved concubine named "Xiangnu". Xiangnu died of illness when she was very young.
King Baal ordered her body to be sealed in crystal and buried in an underground palace where only he knew the entrance. Every year he would go to the underground palace alone to worship.
Therefore, the exhibition of "Xiangnu" has become the highlight of the entire exhibition story. The first heroine on an ancient stone slab appears in front of tourists in her true form. How many times can a mortal see this kind of thing in a lifetime?
But Meng Fei wants to say, this is completely nonsense, okay?
King Baal was alive more than 1,800 years ago, which was more than 800 years earlier than when Qimei was buried by Luo An, right?
And Qi Mei’s coffin is a piece of glass. Can't you tell the difference between glass and crystal?
Ai Ting doesn't care about these details. She listened attentively to the tour guide's explanation along the way, staring at the reliefs that turned over page after page like fragments of memory. She seemed to be immersed in her own memories.
Meng Fei thought to himself that the Green Mang Goddess had lived for eight thousand years, and maybe she had actually experienced the things recorded on the reliefs. Maybe these gadgets will help her restore the memory of the goddess?
What he paid attention to was not these things, but the cameras hidden throughout the Baal Temple and the security guards who maintained order in the crowd.
He had found the locations and surveillance footage of all these cameras in the compromised security systems. Now he just needs to correspond with reality.
The "tourist monitoring" system designed by Chiwu people is very powerful, with facial and body proportions, body temperature and other biometric information as its core dimensions.
Whenever the camera monitors a new "person" through this information, it will be numbered and recorded into the system, and then the person's trajectory will be tracked in real time until he goes out.
If Meng Fei and the others go in but don't come out, or go somewhere they shouldn't, under normal circumstances, the system will sound an alarm.
