On the phone, I couldn't help at all, so I could only silently calculate the time.

Inside the safe, everything seemed to be still, and the electric falcon remained the same as it was, motionless.

"As long as he is alive, as long as he can take him out alive, even if he becomes a vegetative person, he will finally have an explanation for the people of the big northern country." I tried to comfort myself.

I remember that a long time ago, the same thing happened in a small desert country, the head of state turned into a vegetative person due to a chronic illness, but the chief of the guard and the queen around him concealed the truth and controlled the government for a year. In other words, as long as the person sitting on the dragon chair can still breathe normally, he can shock the world and rule the country.

I don't want internal unrest in any country, and once the turmoil begins, it is only the common people who suffer.

The world rises and falls, and the people suffer; Death, the people suffer.

The ancients have long seen through this and made the most incisive summary.

I looked down at the ground beside the spear god, and the lines of the mandala were intricate, some of them entering her body, and some of them extending out from under her body, like a huge three-dimensional transportation hub.

"What happens if I get in there? Is it also like a spear god who enters the lonely peak and faces the danger of being attacked by a group of eagles? "When I think of the tragic end of the Gun God, I feel a chill in my back.

If you destroy the mandala, or even destroy this object that looks like a safe, will you be able to resolve the current crisis? I can't guess the answer.

If the capital's security services were to deal with the matter at hand, they would have resorted to violent means and dismantled the safe, turning it into an empty space. That's the easiest way to do it, and it's the stupidest thing to do.

"Do you want to drag the Electric Falcon and Lady Ice out first?" I was tormented by waiting, and the thoughts in my head were getting more and more confused.

"Mr. President, Mr. President?" I whispered to the Falcon again.

Unexpectedly, as soon as my words fell, the electric falcon suddenly opened its eyes and covered its throat with both hands.

"Mr. President, are you awake?" I leapt forward and grabbed the falcon's shoulder with my right hand.

The falcon emitted a chaotic, dry syllable in its throat, and its body writhed, as if trying to break free from someone else's grasp.

"Mr. President, I'm Long Fei, look at me, look at me-" I pinched his chin so that his face was facing me, "Look into my eyes, I'm Long Fei, it's okay, you're safe, you're fine!" ”

Unfortunately, he ignored my words and struggled to keep kicking my legs on the ground, kicking me in the knee in succession.

"Don't cut me...... Don't eat me...... I am alive, I am a living person...... Don't cut me, let me go, Long Fei help, help, Long Fei help......" he screamed indiscriminately.

"I'm here, calm, stay calm, I'm here, don't scream." I lowered my voice and leaned forward, the tip of my nose almost touching his.

The chaotic scene lasted for at least five minutes before the falcon's mood calmed down a little, and his cloudy and scattered eyes stabilized, staring at my eyes.

"Okay, I'm here, everything is safe." I say.

"I'm still alive, I'm the president of a big northern country, I'm a living person, I don't believe in any nonsense about the Tibetan mandala anymore." He muttered.

"Alright, I'll take you out of the safe and to a safe place." I say.

"Safety? There is no safe place on earth, and people live only as a life borrowed from a pledge to God, and they will die at any time, and one more day of life will be earned. The electric falcon suddenly said something very philosophical.

Of course, the original source of this sentence is Schopenhauer, the great Western philosopher. The fact that the electric falcon was able to say this proves that after experiencing the mandala catastrophe, he has a new understanding of life.

I pulled him up and helped him out of the safe.

Fortunately, at this moment, the Grim Reaper has already sent someone back to answer me.

"Send him to a safe place, remember, now we are the same team, protect him well, and don't inform the 'Queen of the North Sea' yet." I made a point of admonishing the Grim Reaper.

"I understand." Death nodded heavily, "The queen only wants the key, not the life of Mr. President." ”

I couldn't help but smile wryly, the Grim Reaper believed too much in the "Queen of the North Sea", and no matter what she said, she took it as a golden rule, which was not a good sign.

The Grim Reaper dispatched four men to help the Falcon to leave.

"Next, get them all out?" Death pointed into the safe.

I shook my head: "No, the situation of the gun god is a bit special, and I have to stay in it for the time being." As for Mrs. Ice, it's just a corpse, and it doesn't matter where you put it. ”

Although it is a bit disrespectful to the deceased to say this, it is an extraordinary time, and I really can't take care of it.

"I've intercepted the communication signal, and the security services are massing in this direction. I think it must have been a tracking chip implanted in the electric falcon's body, and the security personnel monitored his location and rushed over. Death said.

Of course, this is another troublesome matter, and the security services are under the orders of the president and will not give me a chance to speak at all.

At the critical moment, the electric falcon can only come forward and give an order.

"Go protect the falcon and tell him to keep the security services out. This safe is very strange, and the research here can't be interrupted, otherwise the gun god will be finished. By the way, you tell the Falcon that protecting the site is good for Lady Ice—"I know it's a far-fetched reason, but that's all it takes.

"Anyway, please find a way to save the gun god." Death said.

"I do my best." I say.

Twenty minutes have passed, and I still haven't heard a reply from the Gun God. According to the previous agreement, I should destroy the mandala and completely give up hope of rescuing her.

"I'll go first." Death said.

She looked into the safe again and again, but she never dared to go in and touch the gunman.

"Protect the Falcon and keep him alive, or we'll all die under torture from the security services." Again, I advise.

Death understood, and smiled bitterly at me.

Getting shot and dying in a firefight is neither painful nor scary, after all, it is only a momentary matter. However, once it falls into the hands of the security department, it is tantamount to falling into a living hell on earth, and the ending is too miserable.

After the Grim Reaper left, I took a series of deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down and face this strange and inexplicable safe.

The pictures, symbols, lines, and Sanskrit characters on the inner wall of the safe are all inlaid with gold and silver threads, and its craftsmanship is extremely complex, which is equivalent to a finely crafted handicraft. Except for the gold and silver threads, the rest of the parts are blue-gray metal, which is extremely cold and hard to the touch.

"It's all forged in Ugin Darkiron?" When I saw the material, I was amazed.

You must know that Ugin Dark Iron is known as "a metal that cannot be produced by the earth", and like the source of meteorites, it is formed by extraterrestrial solids that break through the atmosphere and fall under the gravitational pull of the earth. After landing, the inertia does not stop, drilling into the ground for tens of meters, and will never be exposed to the surface.

The collection, smelting, and forging of black iron are very difficult work, because its melting point is several times higher than that of iron and bronze, and before the invention of accelerants, few craftsmen were able to forge it into weapons.

The only exception to this is in the island nation, where Oda Nobunaga, a generation of tyrants, is said to have possessed a long knife made of black gold and blacksteel, called the "Blade of the Tired Gull".

A search of the history book "Chronicles of Famous Japanese Swords" shows that at that time, the wildfire master of Kaede-keraji Temple in Hokkaido once asserted that this sword would only bring bad luck to Oda Nobunaga. Later, the outcome of the war really fulfilled this sentence.

The appearance of this mysterious space is like a safe, and it must have been a specially tailored camouflage skin for it by someone from a certain era. I doubt that if that outer skin is removed, it is possible that it also has a mandala pattern on the outside.

"Mandala ...... The mysterious Dark Iron Cabinet ...... What does it have to do with Tibet? Do these mandalas have the same meaning as those of Tibetan temples? Or is it pretending to be in the form of a mandala to cause trouble in the world? "My heart is full of good and bad in this cabinet.

"Oh......" The voice came from Lady Ice, and it immediately caught my eye.

Five paces away, I stared at her neck artery, not daring to blink my eyes. If she woke up, the arteries would rise and fall. However, when she was outside the barracks in the mountains, she was already a dead person, how could she be resurrected after twenty-four hours?

"Oh...... Ahem...... "It's true, Madame Ice not only made a sound, but her throat moved slightly, and she made a series ......of coughing sounds with difficulty.

I was shocked by the sight before me, but I didn't say anything, just stared at her in silence.

There are many situations in which a person is resurrected from the dead, both good and bad, and the results vary widely.

I am not afraid of Lady Ice's resurrection, however, there must be a compelling reason for me to calmly accept the reality of her "resurrection".

If she is resurrected in a state of "deceitful corpse", then I must stand up to eliminate the demons, lest she do harm to the world.

"Where am I? What about those eagles? What about the monks who beat gongs and cymbals? I'm dead and can't come back. What about people? What about people? What about people? She asked several times, then slowly opened her eyes and looked over to me.

I didn't open my mouth and continued to wait for her to speak.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Don't you know me?" I asked rhetorically.

Mrs. Ice propped her hands on the ground, as if she wanted to stand up.

When her palms pressed against the ground, all ten fingers were exposed, presenting a thrilling scene - all ten nails on her hands were more than half an inch long, and the pinky nails were the longest, which had been rolled into a circle, which looked very strange.

Usually, in the metaphysical records, those who deceive the corpse after death often undergo a mutation in appearance within a few hours, the most obvious feature is the rapid growth of teeth and fingernails until they become monsters with fangs and long armor.

"I know you, Long Fei. Take me out, I'm going to see Mr. President. Lady Ice stood up and staggered towards me.

"Don't move, stand back, stand back!" I unceremoniously stopped her.

I didn't dare to approach her until I found out the details of her physical changes, lest I encounter something unexpected.

"I want to see Mr. President, and I want to see him now." She didn't stop and staggered towards me.

"You're dead." I pointed it out bluntly.

"What? Are you kidding? Madame Ice shook her head, "I'm fine, how could I die?" ”

Of course, I can't explain it, because it's a headless case that I've never seen before.