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Imitating Wood's tactics, I re-established an inconspicuous identity for myself in Mrs. Wall's WAN, and I was able to walk the large and small pathways of the base without arousing suspicion.

The retreat seemed to have happened a lot, but in fact it didn't last long.

Walking on the familiar road for more than a month, I feel a little emotional. In less than half a day, I was back to being alone.

Now I can't talk about feelings such as loss or loneliness, but I am a little embarrassed. How could you have thought that I was the only one left at the beginning of the operation?

By the time the warning signs appeared, I had turned to the fork in the road to avoid them. The agile drone searched back and forth where I had been, and finally left without it.

On the WAN, the location of the drone is a small black hole that moves, where no information is transmitted, and all the information sent to the past is also muddy cow into the sea, never to return.

"Autism mode, Mrs. Wall is already wary of me."

While talking to myself, I cautiously looked around to make sure that there were no more black holes on the other networks before continuing on my way.

The former base camp of the three of us, near my own side of the regional maintenance center, I looked at the dense intelligence black holes on the Internet, and my mouth was full of bitterness.

Mrs. Wall's actions surprised me once again, for they had discovered this secret stronghold.

Looking at the dense patrols, the mechs in the self-enclosed mode had to use the voice mode in order to communicate, and used the question-and-answer method to coordinate tactically, just like the human armies of the old days. Not only did I not find it funny, but I also felt inexplicably terrifying.

Their adaptability is simply too strong. The Internet was restricted and immediately switched to voice mode, which is completely different from my impression that relying on the Internet and high technology, once it is cracked, it will be difficult to move an inch.

If there is a war with the mechanical civilization, and most people in the solar system still hold similar ideas to me, it will be a real hardship.

Not daring to alarm them, I silently left from the bypass.

The stronghold is gone, and I still need to survive in the base, so I have to find another stronghold.

My next stop was Biochemical Farm.

It took two hours to reach the almost undefended biochemical farm at the bottom of the price of Wolf's base.

The farm is still deserted and unappreciated.

But after going through so many things, I have already learned to adhere to battlefield discipline when I am most sure.

In wide-area perception, there are not many things moving around the farm, mainly robots that take care of the farm's products and those farm creatures that move.

But I always feel that something is abnormal. I've been to the farm many times, and I've never felt such a strange atmosphere.

The creatures on the farm also show signs of uneasiness, and the animals move back and forth, making it difficult to calm down. Plants are in a state of tension, and some plants that need a comfortable environment to pollinate no longer show their stamens.

I can't say exactly where the difference is. Instead of acting rashly, I entered the regional network.

The amount of intelligence traffic and the number of basic users here is much smaller than in other regions, which fully demonstrates its position in the base structure.

There is no intelligence black hole, everything is so normal, it is not an exaggeration to call it quiet. But in such a quiet, almost peaceful environment, I felt uneasy. After a series of battles, my physical exertion was great, my head began to swell again, and I urgently needed to find a place to rest.

But the lingering sense of danger kept me from actually approaching the farm. I must have missed some important information, but I just can't remember it.

When those two people were around, I could still refer to their opinions, but now there was only one person, and I suddenly felt a lot more pressure on my body than before.

It seems that I still can't escape the influence of my timid and lewd nature. If there is a companion, there is someone to share the pressure and responsibility, and even if a person is only responsible for himself, there is a feeling of a heavy burden on his shoulders.

I remember someone saying that the reason why human beings like to get together is because they are unwilling to take responsibility and find someone to share the pressure.

My stomach started to rumble. Although he had emergency rations on him, how could those unpalatable things taste better than the freshly processed food on the farm. Think of fruits with a natural fragrance, smooth and crisp ingredients, and plump and juicy meats. I couldn't help but saliva running down the corners of my mouth.

Hurriedly wiped the saliva off with my hand sleeve, I subconsciously hid the evidence of shame, for fear of being caught by Wood and hurting my feet, which would be a lifetime of humiliation.

After realizing that there was no one else around me, only myself, I felt a kind of loss, and it turned out that the mutual ridicule and ridicule between comrades-in-arms was also a kind of happiness.

Eventually, my appetite overcame the warning in my heart, and I grabbed my energy weapon and walked towards the entrance of the creature farm.

In the dim lighting, at the end of the familiar aisle, on the half-height fence gate at the entrance to the farm, the indicator light of the closed door flashed faintly red. Mrs. Wool has no concept of decoration, and the architectural style and interior pattern are all the same. Only from the degree of corrosion of the metal parts, and the accumulation of dust on the flat parts, it is clear that this is actually at the lowest level of mechanical civilization.

Less than 10 meters from the entrance, long shadows chased behind them, reflecting on the mottled walls. There was no sound except for my own footsteps, and the atmosphere was extremely eerie.

Frightened, my legs went limp, so I quickly crouched down and turned the muzzle of the gun to point behind me.

The empty aisles, in this atmosphere, are even more frightening, as if something is walking in the darkness and shadows.

The feeling of being watched by something has always lingered.

As I turned around, I realized that it was my own shadow, and it was a false alarm just now. I couldn't even make a self-deprecating expression because the environment was eerily tight. Since joining the war, I have experienced life and death many times, and I know that there is nothing wrong with my feelings, and since the alarm is so obvious, there must be something that I need to be careful about.

Squatting in place, against the wall, I told myself to calm down and not be blinded by appearances. No matter how hungry you are and your head hurts, it's better than dying. Unleash the ability of Guangyu to perceive with all his might. The swelling pain in my head instantly made me break out in a cold sweat, but I still gritted my teeth and persevered. In this state, I can detect the slight leakage of underground cables, feel the stretching of the roots of the farm plants, the swarms of cockroaches huddled in dark corners hundreds of meters away, and the tiny, rhythmic regular contact of the robots on standby.

That's where my nervousness comes from, the part I've been missing.

Biological farms, there simply aren't that many standby robots.

The brutal truth suppressed the swelling of my brain, and I no longer had a splitting headache from overusing my senses, although my head was still swollen, and I didn't know if there would be sequelae after such overuse.

When I came to my senses, my mind came alive. Evidence of a sense of danger was soon found. Now that the central part of the maintenance department, which is the main base, has been discovered, they will surely be able to find out from the regular shipment records that the farm regularly delivers food to the machine room every few days.

There are ghosts here before they are discovered, how could such a simple reasoning not be thought of in the first place.

I complained to myself, but I didn't act immediately.

The enemy is watching my every move, waiting for me to throw myself into a trap, and if I act rashly now, the watchers will tell that I have spotted the trap and trigger a full-scale siege.

I have no doubt that behind the fence gate, there are a large number of mechs waiting for me to get to the door, but I would not be naïve enough to think that Mrs. Wall has no additional means in place near this building.

I've pushed my abilities about perception to the limit, and I haven't found out what backup they have around the building.

Pressed by the urge to get up and run away, I struggled to find the anomalies hidden beneath the everyday.

If I can't find an ambush outside the building, I won't have a set tomorrow.