The blue-haired brother took Olivier's tactical power guide, walked to the command cabin on the first floor, sat down, threw aside the stone statue from Delgado's house on the table, opened the back cover of the tactical power guide, carefully admired the crystallization circuit inside, and exclaimed: "It's really a good thing, this time it's really a lot of gain." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The governor, who was carefully examining the charts, raised his head and said disdainfully: "Have you changed your profession to collect garbage, and you have to pick up everything you see." ”

Brother Lan Mao picked up the stone statue and threw it in his hand: "Don't think this thing is rubbish, it is very likely to be related to the ability of the goddess to leave in the world." It is said that many people in Zhulai folk secretly worship this kind of stone statue, who made it, and whether those legends of Zhulai folk are true, you should pay more attention to it in the future and investigate it carefully. ”

"I'll investigate when I have time in the future." The Governor said disapprovingly, and it was clear from his tone that he was not interested in these supernatural things.

In the bilge, Duchamp was thrown to the floor like a sack by the big-headed soldiers. Even though he had lost the pain, he felt his internal organs sloshing around as the floor slapped.

Damn, when has Lao Tzu ever been so embarrassed.

Duchamp cursed in his heart, quietly let go of his spiritual power, and scanned the nearby area.

The four of them were being held in solitary confinement, while the others were on the floor of the next room, unconscious. Duchamp was lying on the floor uncomfortably, face down, a position he found particularly uncomfortable, but he couldn't adjust.

For the first time, Duchamp felt how difficult it was to lift his hand, and now, all he could use was his brain.

Duchamp finds himself in a sober but silent world, the world becomes a pixel map with many dots, the sound is turned off, and it seems extremely deserted, perhaps the world of the deaf and dumb is like that.

Perhaps waiting for the anesthetic to take effect is the way to go. Duchamp muttered helplessly. He had an idea, and thought of a method, the potion in the mall, which can be drunk without using your hands, isn't it exactly what he needs at this moment. He happily opened the mall to see what potion was in it that could relieve the anesthesia. After reading it, he was so angry that he scolded that there was no medicine to relieve anesthesia in the mall.

Distraught, he closed the mall, trying to remember what else he could do, and suddenly, he remembered that he still had a spider.

Two spiders, one had been stranded at the agent's quarters, and the other had just been sent out.

Duchamp could sense the position of the little spider, and it faithfully carried out his orders, struggling to climb to the command room on the first floor.

The little spider must have seen and heard something now, but Duchamp himself could not take the signal.

Duchamp lay quietly and began to think about how he usually gave orders to the little spider.

The little spider is an intelligent thing, and within the scope of Duchamp's spiritual power, Duchamp can even give it some instructions as long as he locks it with his mental power. However, this is limited to the commands it can understand, and if you ask it to dance or answer a phone call or something, the little spider will not understand it at all. It only understands the commands of tracking, concealment, surveillance, sleeping, evasion, escape, and so on, in relation to its duties.

Now, Duchamp needs the little spider to provide him with information, without being able to pull out the signal receiver.

He closed his eyes and struggled to sense the location of the spider and link the two.

His spiritual power gradually groped forward, and in a world with only a pixel map, he could feel more and more clearly where his spiritual power was diverging, and gradually groped towards the little spider. In his spiritual world, a small and delicate spider slowly conjured up, and the structures in the various joints, and the extremely delicate and subtle crystallization circuits in the body, became clearer and clearer. Duchamp stared at the spider, which was getting clearer and clearer, and suddenly understood a truth. His spiritual power was connected to a substance contained in this spider's body, and in the sea of consciousness, this substance was emitting a light green light.

Duchamp suddenly remembered a word: Semria stone.

The body of the spider is made from this rare crystalline mixture and a small amount of other substances. Duchamp used this substance to create many things, including laptops, pendants of the sun, triangular thorns, and so on. In the past, he had always had the misconception that these formulas contained the hardest crystals in the continent, in order to increase the strength of the items and protect the circuits inside. Now, he realizes he couldn't have been more wrong. The Semriya Stone is the bridge between these circuits and his spiritual power.

His spiritual power extended in all directions along the body of the little spider, and he felt that under the body of the little spider, there was a bunch of soft cables, which were sensed through the induction circuit in the legs. When his mental power covered the front of the spider, Duchamp finally saw the picture, which was very different from what the human eye saw, two round bowl-like pictures intersected, which was the spider's eye vision. Immediately afterwards, he could also hear the external sound, which was not heard through Duchamp's ears, but was transmitted to Duchamp's spiritual power by the sound collector carried by the little spider.

When he got used to it all, he couldn't help but stretch a little, and if anyone could see it, they would see that the little spider was very anthropomorphic and stretched a lazy waist.

At the same time, the images and clear voices in the room also sounded in Duchamp's mind.

Looking down condescendingly, Brother Lan Mao was holding a magnifying glass at this time, carefully looking at the conductive chain under the crystallization loop, and trying to draw the conductive chain on a piece of paper.

The Governor also held a magnifying glass, carefully examining the dismantled crystallization circuit. After a while, he asked, "Where is this?" Could it be the product of the 'snake'? ”

Brother Lanmao shook his head: "I don't know, we only know a little about them, but with their strength, they can make this thing." Could it be that the Kane family is also in contact with them? Ordis's Confederate forces have just acquired a tactical force guide that is even better than the second generation of tactical force guides that the Wehrmacht is reequipping. ”

"Why bother to guess, bring up that kid down there and ask him to know where it came from."

Brother Lan Mao stopped moving, and after a while, he raised his head and asked, "What are you going to do with these four people?" ”

Without hesitation, the Governor said, "You know what I mean. ”

Brother Lan Mao hesitated, put down the screwdriver in his hand, and persuaded tactfully: "Don't you think that these people come from unusual backgrounds?" Mishandling them can cause trouble, and at the moment, we need to minimize extraneous complications. ”

The Governor shook his head: "There are only four noble children, except for the black-haired guy who seems to be a brave and resolute man, the others are just some false children. And this Stellary S. Duchamp is a nuisance for us. He was the guardian of the city of Pvenis, and after only a few days in Julai, he stirred up the sentiment of the people here, and let him move for a few more days, and the situation here would not develop as we expected. ”

Brother Lan Mao sighed and tried to persuade again: "Being able to be admitted to Lulei University of Technology with the first place is not an ordinary person. ”

The Governor looked at his classmate mockingly: "It seems that this kid has evoked the memory of you being admitted to the non-commissioned officer school with the first grade, thus stimulating your love for talent?" Don't forget, how many outrageous and shameless words he made in his dossier, and even instigated the common students to openly oppose the reform measures of the adults. Coupled with his identity, such a person, we will never be able to win over our side, rather than this, it is better to cut the grass and eradicate the roots as soon as possible before the plan of Gatapuniya begins. ”

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