After exploring five or six rooms in a row, Chen Xing came to a very large laboratory. The flashlight swept away, and there were thousands of square meters. It's like having experienced a huge disaster, with broken instruments and equipment scattered everywhere, as well as a lot of dry bones.

Chen Xing looked left and right, cautiously moving forward. The surroundings were quiet, and the sound of glass or bones shattering could be heard from time to time under his feet, which was very permeable.

In the middle of the laboratory is a row of long tables, about three meters wide and twenty or thirty meters long, which should be a place for researchers to meet and discuss. Approaching the long table, an abrupt object fell into view.

It's abrupt because it doesn't fit in with everything around it. Everything else was a mess, either broken or staggered, but only it sat there upright, as if it were independent of the world.

It was an "ear pot", about half a man tall, bronze in color, with grippers on both sides. The surface of the pot is covered with grayish-white rust and seems to be very old. Looking at it, the spiral pattern engraved on it is simple and mysterious. If you look at it for a long time, it seems that you will fall into it.

The spout is facing upwards and the lid is placed next to it, like a vessel of the legendary gods.

Chen Xing couldn't help but think of a noun - fake.

This is what he saw in a magazine in his last life. The definition of a fake is like a false god to a true god, "fake" is fake and forged, and "weapon" is an artifact and a heavy weapon, which together means "a fake of an artifact". As for the rest, Chen Xing didn't know very well, after all, this belonged to the secrets of the upper class, and there was only sporadic information, and only one or two sentences were occasionally mentioned.

He didn't dare to touch it rashly, so he looked for clues in the fragments scattered on the ground.

It didn't take long for him to discover a research notebook. Flipping it open, it's a lot of experimental data. In the last few pages, there is a reference to something called the "Demon Pot" several times, and it seems that this is the name of the ear pot.

Regarding the "Devil's Pot", there is a mention in the record: "The miracle of the gods, the gate of the forbidden." ”

Chen Xing raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the ceiling with a flashlight. As expected, the lids of all the ventilation ducts were lifted. Combined with the information we have seen before, it is not difficult to deduce the situation at that time.

Explorers from Underground Survival Shelter 65 found the Demon Pot outside and sent it back to the Institute. In the final stages of the study, the researchers opened the lid of the pot, which may have been a mustard seed space, and a large number of otherworldly creatures escaped.

The researchers were all dead, and the doors to the rooms were shut, but the otherworldly creatures crawled out of the ventilation pipes, infecting the entire Habitat.

Thinking of this, Chen Xing looked at the ear pot in the middle of the long table.

To take, or not to take?

After a short hesitation, Chen Xing came to the side, gritted his teeth, and reached out to get the lid of the pot.

I don't know what material the lid is made of, it is cold to the hand, not large, but extremely heavy. Chen Xing couldn't pick it up for the first time, so he picked it up again and headed for the lid of the spout.

"Boom!"

It was as if there was a huge suction, and when the lid approached the spout, it was sucked down directly, making a dull sound.

As soon as the lid is closed, it can no longer be opened. Chen Xing jumped on the table and strained his hands, but the whole table was shattered, and he still couldn't open the lid. Due to the urgency of time, he did not do much research, took out the rope from his waist bag, found a few more rags, wrapped the ear pot, tied it, and carried it behind his back.

The ear pot is not small, and it is extremely heavy on the back, weighing at least seventy or eighty kilograms. Chen Xing felt like carrying a big gas canister behind his back. If it was before, Chen Xing would definitely not be able to carry it, but his current strength has fifteen points, which is one and a half times that of an ordinary adult male, and he still has a little spare strength behind his back.

The things were in hand, and he didn't delay any longer, and hurried back the way he came. Passing through several rooms and turning into the passage, he suddenly felt a tingling in his scalp, and hurriedly stopped, half-crouched down, and looked around.

The front and back of the passage were pitch black, flashlights shining away, and there was nothing.

After a while, he noticed nothing out of the ordinary, and took a tentative step forward, and his scalp hurt even more.

What's going on?

He frowned, redoubling his careful observation. Finally, he noticed that three meters in front of him, there was a very thin silk thread horizontally.

When you look closely, the silk threads are silvery-gray and the surface is dull, making it difficult to detect even if a flashlight shines on it. The surface of the silk thread was covered with fine serrations, which were so high at the height of his neck that his head would fall off if he hit it.

Chen Xing couldn't help but take a breath, who was so vicious to set such a trap on his return route. If it weren't for his sense of danger, he would have been separated by now.

Several figures quickly flashed in his mind, and it seemed that Roy was the most suspicious, but it was not ruled out that Zhang Meng did it. Although Zhang Meng seems to be more honest on the surface, these people are hidden deeply, and it is difficult to say what they are behind their backs.

Chen Xing thought for a while, then turned around and walked to the other end of the passage. He didn't dare to go back the way he came, God knows what traps were behind him, danger perception was not a panacea, maybe he would be hit next time.

As he walked, he opened the black table, compared it with the simple map above, and walked towards the area of Shiraishi's house.

Roy, Zhang Meng, Luo Shaoqing, and Yang Zhiyong are more or less in conflict with him, and the first two have already come down, so they must have gotten some clues. Walking through their passage is tantamount to throwing yourself into a net. As for the Shiraishi family, he has a good impression of the twin sisters, hoping to fool the past.

After walking in the darkness for more than ten minutes, he came to a lodging area, where everything was neatly arranged, and at a glance he knew that he had been explored. A little further along, seeing the sign sprayed with the word "white" on the wall, Chen Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What people!"

When he was close to the exit, Chen Xing deliberately increased his pace, allowing the sound to spread far away. Soon two flashlights shone brightly, accompanied by the soldiers' shouts.

"Don't shoot, I'm from the Ye Yang family, and I'm lost inside." Chen Xing raised his hands and turned his body sideways at the same time, making the logo of the Ye Yang family on his arms more conspicuous.

"Wait, stand there and don't move!" One soldier aimed at Chen Xing, and the other picked up the walkie-talkie to notify the people above.

Chen Xing had no choice but to stand in place and wait patiently.

It didn't take long for the two sisters of the Shiraishi family to come down, followed by a kind-looking old man. However, in Chen Xing's view, both girls and old men are dangerous carnivores.

"Who are you?" The two sisters asked in unison.

Seeing that his identity could no longer be hidden, Chen Xing took off his steel helmet, ripped off his protective goggles, and said, "I'm Chen Xing, we've met before." ”

"Ah, little brother, it's you." "How did you get lost?" The two sisters of the Shiraishi family said one after the other.

"I ......" Chen Xing made it up, saying that he and the army were lost, and he wandered around in it for two days before he found his way out.

The two sisters surrounded Chen Xing and looked around, Bai Shiying suddenly pointed to the big backpack behind Chen Xing and asked, "Little brother, what good things did you find in it?" ”

"Let's see~" Hitomi Shiraishi echoed.

The two sisters' delicate appearance was like a demon in Chen Xing's eyes. If you show it, you have to give it to them, or even keep it. Chen Xing never believed that there were wolves in the world that did not eat meat.

"Take a look~" The two sisters pulled Chen Xing left and right, begging.

"It's all tattered ......," Chen Xing said curtly, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.