Now, what I see is the whole process of the formation of the "Bounce Pipa Dancing Girl".

Five minutes ago, the pavilion and the stage in the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and only a black tumbling mass remained in the center.

Suddenly, the black cloud cracked, and a gyroscopic black shadow gradually enlarged, and details of the body, head, limbs, skirt, and other details gradually emerged. Just a minute ago, the shadow in the dark cloud suddenly turned upward, the lute, the bun, the facial features, the shoulders, the limbs...... You can see it all clearly. I could even feel the microwave flow in the shadow's eyes, as if it was about to leap into the air and sing.

"Incredible, incredible, this is ancient Chinese oriental art, which does not belong to the northern powers...... But...... What does it mean exactly? How did those bugs, Miyankov, create such an image? How can two elements of ugliness and beauty be mixed together? Lady Ice's thinking also became extremely confused, and her speech gradually lost its logic.

At this moment, my sixth sense only told me one thing - "The bouncing pipa diagram is the entrance and the exit." Disappear from there, and emerge from there. This is the key to Gu Qingcheng's disappearance, we must go to Cheka Town, and we must take this best opportunity to uncover the truth. Balance...... A high degree of balance is needed to resolve a crisis, and it is important to remember that balance must be mastered at all times and must not be overturned. ”

Before I knew it, I had walked in front of the big screen and looked directly at the "dancing girl" in the dark clouds.

"Where is Gu Tingcheng? Where is Gu Tingcheng? I pressed my hands to the screen and screamed twice in a faux puff.

In my senses, the dancing girl in the bouncing pipa picture is a real person. As long as it is a real person, there will be a desire to communicate with people, and I am willing to be her bosom friend and listen to her tell stories that happened in the past.

Of course, no one will answer my question, everything seems to have entered a period of silence of war, and there is no sound in the picture.

"Mr. Long, calm down, calm down." Mrs. Ice came over and patted me on the back.

"I'll go there." I struggled to control my emotions, "The answer to all the puzzles is there." ”

"It's a painting, and it's a place where the devil hides." Mrs. Ice said.

"Painting is not painting, magic is not magic." I corrected her.

If you want to know what's in the painting, you have to get it. If you want to see the appearance of the demon, you must also enter the dark clouds to achieve the goal.

"Can I convince you one last time?" Lady Ice asked.

I shook my head and pointed to Gappov: "It's him who can really help me, not anyone else." ”

"Sir, sir, I have an idea, can you listen to it?" A computer operator suddenly stood up.

I nodded, "Please speak." ”

He was a little nervous, and spoke very quickly: "I look at the picture, and the changes in the dark clouds have a trajectory. When it turned into what it was just now, it seemed like a beautiful woman was inviting us. Understood in good faith, it is eager for someone to approach, so it constantly changes shape, like a waitress standing at the door of a tavern to invite guests. So, I support you to go to Cheka Town, which is not necessarily Longtan Tiger's Den, it is likely to be a different scene. ”

"What could it be? Can you sketch it out for me? "I'm intrigued by those words.

"It's peace talks, not killings." He replied.

"What nonsense, what peace talks? With whom to make peace? Gappov muttered dissatisfied.

"Why?" I continued to ask.

"If a force is so great that it can destroy the world, it can be carried out directly, without any means, just like a tornado or a dragon sucking water, why not consult with humans? Now, the clouds are expanding slowly, and they are waiting patiently, waiting for the big man to appear. In addition, I noticed that the previous satellite signal kept mentioning the 'Wandering Ghost Country Demon Hunting Clan', which may be the peace talker waiting for the dark clouds. The operator said.

I admired his ability to associate, and if this line of thinking was correct, then what followed would be a new peace negotiation that would determine the future of the Cheka Town and the Temple of the Indigent.

"Do you want to come with me there?" I asked.

The operator immediately shook his head vigorously: "No, no, I'm not going." I'm just talking on paper, I don't have any deeper insights. ”

He was reluctant to get involved in danger, and even though he had made the right judgment, he gave up on practice out of fear. Therefore, he can only be a computer observer in the barracks for a lifetime, but he cannot dedicate this kind of smart mind to the country and society.

"Okay, thanks." I nodded to him.

In fact, the Cheka Town has now become the focus of the war between gods and demons, and it is not a wise thing for Lady Ice to order it to be designated as a forbidden area.

When something big happens, advance and retreat are all countermeasures, and no matter what, something should be done. On the contrary, if you do nothing and let it go, you will become a fool who covers your ears and steals the bell.

"Doesn't anyone want to go there with me?" I asked out loud.

The five computer operators lowered their heads at the same time, including the one who had just been talking about the current situation, and also hung their heads, pressed their hands on the keyboards, and pretended to be thinking intently.

This is the reality, many people, when disaster strikes, only become ostriches, bury their heads in the haystack, remain motionless, and let others slaughter.

Nature is forever full of turbulent catastrophes, small or large, sooner or later, like these five people, who will eventually die in a life of boiled frogs, which does not deserve criticism or sympathy.

"Okay guys, good luck with me." I waved to the five and walked out of the war room.

"Looking" at the dark clouds from a distance on the big screen can only sit and wait, someone has to break into the forbidden area and be the first to eat crabs.

"I'm sorry." Gabov apologized to me on behalf of his men.

Once upon a time, the great powers of the North were known for their abundance of warriors, and in the dark moments of Asian history, signs such as "Hercules of the Great North" were plastered all over the streets of the semi-colonies, becoming a symbol of strength and domineering. Now, the disaster has occurred in the northern powers, and those so-called "warriors and strong men" have disappeared.

"Everyone has their own ambitions, so you don't have to force them. Goodbye, General. I said.

"As soldiers of a big country, when disaster strikes, we need foreigners to solve our troubles, which is really a ...... A disgrace. Gapov whispered.

I shook my head and got into the car with a smile.

"Mr. Long, take care." Mrs. Bing held on to the car door and said goodbye to me with a reluctant smile.

"Wait for my good news." I said calmly.

"Mr. Long, Mr. Long, wait for me, wait for me." Joyna ran out of another barracks, already in camouflage uniform, with a huge field hiking bag on her shoulders and * and * hanging from her armpits.

A dozen soldiers emerged from the other barracks and looked around.

"General, I request that Mr. Long be protected from entering the forbidden area." Joyna saluted to Gappov.

"Approval, take care." Gappov returned the favor and opened the door on the other side for Joyna.

"Thank you, General." Joyna deftly got into the car and sat in the passenger seat.

"You can't go." I immediately refused.

Without waiting for Joyna to respond, Madame Ice and Gappov retorted at the same time: "Of course she can go, this is a military operation of a northern power, and it must be equipped with military observers and operational assistants." Mr. Long, you can't refuse, this is an order. ”

Joyna smiled: "Mr. Long, I am a member of the military, whether I go or not, I don't need your consent." Well, now it's time to drive. ”

Gappov stepped back, raised his right fist, and swung forward in a "go" gesture.

I didn't force my refusal, Joyna had her own freedom of movement, and the military should indeed send someone to Cheka Town for all reasons.

The car drove out of the barracks and headed north along the mountain road.

The navigator showed that the pass on the ridge was reached in forty minutes. The pass descends downhill and arrives at the Cheka town in fifty minutes.

Joyna opened the drawer under the bridge and checked the *, pistol, *, and walkie-talkie inside.

Her movements are extremely skillful, and at a glance you know that she is a battle-hardened master.

"During that time on Hong Kong Island, are you still used to it?" I asked.

"I'm not used to it, the pace of life on Hong Kong Island is too fast, and the nightlife is too late, giving people the feeling of black and white being reversed. I don't like Hong Kong Island, but I like the north of China, where the people are simple, the pace of life is moderate, and the people's ideas are a little old-fashioned, similar to our country. Joyna said.

"You've been in northern China too?" I was keenly aware of the clues hidden in her words.

Joyna was stunned, then shook her head and smiled: "Mr. Long, don't check on me." Some experiences are military secrets, and before the archives are declassified, even if they only say a word, they will be leaked and will be pushed to a military court. You know, this car is equipped with the most sensitive listening device, even if we just sit still, our breath will be picked up by the microphone and transmitted to the barracks listening room. I'm a soldier, and I always know where my bottom line is. ”

I know that I am facing all the spy masters and high-ranking military officials of the northern powers, and they will be polite to me for the sake of Mrs. Bing's face.

Joyna's arrival in the car seemed to change suddenly, and Gapov pretended to be very surprised, but this was certainly not the case. This is a move by the military, and it must be taken, and it is imperative.

Joyna turned on her laptop, unfolded the electronic map of the Caucasus mountains, and quickly located the pass ahead.

"There is a path that can reach two kilometers above the temple in fifteen minutes after a three-degree rappel. From the satellite image, the place was on the edge of the clouds. If our goal is the Cheka Town, go down the Pass Road; If the target is a dark cloud, rappelling is the best option. Joyna said.

I grabbed the steering wheel in one hand and my laptop in the other, and glanced at it quickly.

Now, I need to know where the masters of the Wandering Ghost Country are.

"Connect to the war room, and search the whole map for anomalous characters in the Ghost Country. My guess is that the unique characters themselves emit anomalous energy, using the human heat perception system to scan the entire map area, and those targets that are too hot, too cold, too large, too high, are what I need to find. I commanded calmly.

"Yes." Joyna immediately called Gapov.

In just a minute or so, images from the large screen in the war room were transmitted to Joyna's laptop.

I was right, at the end of the town, farthest from the temple, there was a small two-story building with a very low body temperature target.

"Zoom in on the image over there, I need to see the whole picture of the target. Or, if we can contact a nearby soldier, send someone over to keep an eye on us until we arrive. "I continued to order.

As I followed Shaluo up the hill, I noticed that the Cheka was like an upside-down lute, with the headstock reaching up to the temple of the Yak, the body of which was the densely populated area at the farthest end of the town.

The location of the small building is right in the middle of the residential area, where the sound of the pipa instrument is made.

This could be a coincidence, or it could be an intentional move by some masters.

"There is no one, no one can be contacted, we can only touch the elephant blindly." Joyna responded.

"Let's go there and meet the masters of the Wandering Ghost Country." I say.

If one can put life and death aside, then it is a simple matter to meet anyone, even any demons and monsters.

I can put myself in the shoes of the master of the Wandering Ghost Country—many years ago, the north of the Caucasus Mountains was the territory of the Wandering Ghost Country, where the Demon Hunters lived freely for thousands of years without being disturbed by humans. When developers around the world aimed their hoes at the Arctic Circle, the lives of demon hunters were severely disrupted. The water pollution and environmental pollution brought by the developers are so great that even human environmentalists have protested, not to mention the aborigines of the Wandering Ghost Country. In order to protect their homeland, the Demon Hunters had to intervene to stop it, which led to the incident of the Electric Falcon being held hostage.

Painting is not painting, magic is not magic.

In the face of the global destruction of mankind, half-humans and half-demons like the Wandering Ghost Country are also deeply affected by it, so they can only take action.