Masha waited for more than ten minutes, but the mending knife never came.

Then he received a psychic communication from his father Ma Zili: "Son! Where are you? ”

Masha wasn't sure if the communication was genuine, because he didn't know how to identify the characteristics of a soul, let alone a variety of divination spells to confirm it.

He knew he had to be on guard against what could be a trap.

But when he heard the familiar voice, he still breathed a long sigh of relief.

Then he sighed for himself who had involuntarily relaxed because he had someone to rely on.

- Sure enough, I'm just an ordinary person, not the kind of real professional traveler.

- I just fought back, but I was just dying, and I was just playing extraordinarily.

Fearing that this was a trap, Masha did not respond immediately.

Now that he could hear the wind, he could know a series of scattered information about the direction of the wind in the ventilation ducts, and he knew that the battle was over and that the invading Frankenstein had been defeated.

There may also be reinforcements from the Haizhou battalion.

The likelihood of an assassination is now greatly reduced.

Marsha's plan was to wait for a large number of agents to pass through and then run out and ask them for help.

Now this psychic communication has arrived, leaving Masha in a dilemma.

The Witchers hadn't cleaned the battlefield to this level, and there weren't many Witcher agents in the vicinity of Marsha - he hadn't actually seen any of them, and could only tell that there were a handful of agents on the same level somewhere through the Wind Listening Technique.

Once positioned, the Assassin struck before the Witchers could regain control of the level, and it was over.

But if this is the real Dad, maybe the Dad will come immediately after responding - if the assassin who mends the knife is still on this level at this time, the appearance of the father will make him lose the last chance to strike.

Both options are dangerous, but both avoid the other. And Masha is now in a decisive intelligence deficit, and there is no way to judge which side is more dangerous.

Marsha hesitated for a moment and decided to choose one that doesn't have to wait too long for results - if both sides have a 50% chance of GG, then of course choose the one that doesn't need to wait too long, which is Marsha's consistent thinking.

"Dad, I'm at the exit of the B155 ventilation duct on the 27th floor."

"Got it." Ma Zili's response was brief.

Immediately after, the space in front of Ma Sha distorted, and a thing like the spaces in "Doctor Strange" appeared, and Ma Zili led a large group of people to pour out.

Marsha breathed a sigh of relief.

- Got the bet right.

Then he noticed that Ma Zili looked at him with a strange expression.

Before he could make a closer look, Ma Zili stepped forward, pulled him out of the vent with a rough movement, and gave him a strong hug.

During the whole process, Ma Zili did not say a word.

But Marsha's hanging heart fell little by little.

He thought of Du Meilan, who was still in the vent, and hurriedly said, "Du Meilan was knocked unconscious, and she is still in the ventilation pipe." ”

"They're coming to the rescue." Ma Zili responded briefly and continued to hold his son.

"Dad, you're going to suffocate me to death!" Masha protested and struggled, and finally pushed the horse out of the way.

The father and son looked at each other, and at this moment, Ma Sha felt more clearly that something was wrong with Ma Zili's expression.

- Sure enough, the manifesto is suspected of having something to do with me?

- But I'm from another world, and I guess the scope of this declaration is beyond imagination, and I will be suspected of being a super advanced ability.

Marsha thought without changing his face.

He made up his mind when he was on guard in the ventilation pipe and thinking wildly.

He's going to bet on his own school—well, let's call him the Natal School—he's going to bet on the Natal School, and no one knows the information.

To those who don't know the secrets of Marsha's natal school, and don't know that Marsha is an earthling, this declaration must be a powerful trick used by Frankenstein.

In this case, no one would think that Masha was the initiator of the Forbidden Demon.

Masha can completely prevaricate and make the situation become "someone came to assassinate and was about to succeed, but the passing power launched the forbidden demon realm for his own purposes, and as a result, Masha took shit luck to complete the counter-killing".

To achieve this, Masha decided to play dumb first.

He turned his head to look at Du Meilan, who was being treated, and asked the healer, "Is she okay?" ”

"Back to the little Hou Ye, the eldest lady is fine, just some muscle strains and mild concussions, and she can fully recover with treatment."

Ma Sha was about to say something, so he patted Ma Zili on the shoulder.

"Boy, go with Dad, some uncles and grandpas have some questions to ask you."

- It's coming!

Marsha: "Oh, I see. ”

Ma Zili pulled Ma Sha into the portal.

As he passed through the portal, Masha was keenly aware that it didn't feel the same as when he returned to reality from the Enterprise.

When passing through the portal, there will be a tingling sensation on the skin, not as silky and supple as when returning from the Enterprise.

- Sure enough, the connection between Enterprise and me is not simple.

On the portal side, it feels like a command center.

Seeing Ma Zili appear with Ma Sha, everyone's movements stopped, as if they had been hit by the magic of time stopping.

Masha read the surprise, fear, and curiosity on the faces of the crowd.

Ma Zili didn't say a word, and pulled Ma Sha through the command center.

Running into Chen Guangda head-on, the witcher looked at Ma Sha with a gloomy face, which made Ma Sha's heart furious.

Chen Guangda didn't say anything, silently took a step to the side, and then watched Ma Zili and Ma Sha pass.

Finally, Ma Zili opened the door to a large conference room.

Ma Sha entered the conference room, and then was calmed by the aura of everyone in this room, and involuntarily shrunk his neck.

It felt like rushing to the classroom after knowing the roll call and sneaking through the door under the watchful eye of the professor.

At this moment, he is undoubtedly the Masha from the earth, a college graduate who does nothing, and a social freshman who has just entered the society for three years and is breathless by the obscenity of life.

There are three long tables in the conference room, arranged in a concave shape.

A lone chair was placed surrounded by a concave shape, and no matter how you look at it, it was a special seat reserved for the prisoner.

Ma Zili led Masha to a chair and sat down, stood next to him and stopped talking, and finally just patted Masha on the shoulder.

Then he turned and left the room.

- Do you have to avoid it as a relative?

With Ma Zili's departure, Ma Sha's heart hung in the air again.

He cautiously looked at the adults sitting behind the recessed table.

The one who looks a bit like Li Cheng should be the governor Li Daren, and Ma Sha can't recognize anyone else.

The person sitting in the middle as the "chief judge" was an old man in his seventies and eighties, and Masha always felt a little impressed.

- Yes, it seems to be called Zuo Xiang, and he is the head of the Military Affairs Department and the Military Order Headquarters, and I have seen it in the news.

- No, the military secretary has come to my hall in person?

Masha was shocked by the treatment.