The tail of the wreckage lay in pieces in the black-covered grass, and there was not a single color to be seen in the dark night. But he could barely make out the outline of it, which almost blended with the surrounding black, and the first-class white moonlight that remained above the outline of the night sky.

From a distance, the behemoth in the grass looked like a beer opener that had been put down, except that in some places the shell had detached, revealing a hideous steel frame like a fishbone. Shattered iron sheets and metal parts twisted by the impact were scattered messily around it, some of which had been deeply embedded in the earth, covered with a layer of dark dirt ash.

Several arm-thick cables were pulled from the bones of the wreckage, which were attached to the cabin of the plane not far away. You can faintly hear the hum of electricity passing through the machines characteristic of the power distribution room.

Liang Cheng walked to the crack where the wreckage of the plane's tail disintegrated, and above Liang Cheng's head was the deep turbine air intake of a huge aircraft engine.

In the wreckage, a slightly bloated figure was busy with a flashlight. Liang Cheng coughed lightly and walked towards him.

Chu Pingqiu turned his head with a flashlight, he slowly raised his hand, supported the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said to Liang Cheng, "You came just in time, do me a favor." ”

Chu Pingqiu said and handed the flashlight to Liang Cheng's hand, then took Liang Cheng's hand and pointed the light of the flashlight at a huge machine in front of him and said, "Help me illuminate here." ”

Then he leaned down and picked up a large wrench from the ground and began to disassemble the huge machine in front of him.

"What is this?" Liang Cheng looked at the machine in front of him and asked puzzled.

"The power control hub of the aircraft." Chu Pingqiu struggled to twist the huge nut on the machine and replied, "But it's already seriously damaged." ”

As he spoke, he removed a heavy piece of metal from the machine and threw it on the ground. Immediately afterwards, Chu Pingqiu leaned his body into the machine.

"Give me the flashlight." Half of Chu Pingqiu's body had already probed into the machine.

Once again, darkness reigned, and the glow of a flashlight swirled around the machine, occasionally shooting through its cracks.

On July nights, there is not a hint of cool breeze. The flashlight is like a glowing heat source, making the air around it dull and hot.

In the middle of the night, Chu Pingqiu pulled out of the machine, holding a flashlight in one hand and a severed cable in the other.

The light of the flashlight illuminated the beads of sweat on his forehead, and he gasped for air as he leaned down to sharpen the end of the cable with a sharp piece of iron.

After a long time, Chu Pingqiu installed the sharpened cable on a machine with flashing signal lights, plugged the other end of the cable into a seemingly inconspicuous joint on the ground, and then turned around and turned on a switch of the machine to which the cable was connected.

After a surge of electricity, everything returned to its original calm.

"Let's go back to the cabin." Chu Pingqiu raised his head and wiped the sweat on his face and said to Liang Cheng.

Walking out of the wreckage, the air suddenly felt much cooler.

Liang Cheng and Chu Pingqiu walked back to the cabin one after the other. After closing the hatch, Chu Pingqiu walked straight into the cockpit again.

All the control lights on the instrument cluster on the cockpit console have been lit up.

Chu Pingqiu walked to the console lightly, raised his hand and kept toggling in a large number of control buttons in the ceiling overhead, and half of the console's lights went out.

Afterwards, Chu Pingqiu sat in the passenger seat next to the burnt main driver's seat and put on the thick headphones on the console.

Liang Cheng stood quietly next to him, watching with interest as he operated the messy button in front of him. Chu Pingqiu also seemed to have ignored Liang Cheng's existence, concentrating on debugging various buttons.

After another ten minutes, Chu Pingqiu took the headphones off his head.

"What's wrong?" Liang Cheng asked.

"The signal of this forest has been completely shielded by some kind of special magnetic field." Chu Pingqiu pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I just tried to get in touch with the outside world through the satellite by launching the emergency band, but no matter how much power I use to transmit the signal, I can't establish contact with the satellite." ”

"Magnetic field?" Liang Cheng mechanically repeated Chu Pingqiu's words.

Chu Pingqiu continued: "I feel that this magnetic field must have some potential connection with the magnetic declination angle of the geomagnetic field here with a one-day cycle. ”

"Is it man-made?" Liang Cheng asked with a frown.

"Nope." Chu Pingqiu said in a negative tone, "It can't be man-made, this project is too huge." ”

"In this primeval forest, if modern technology is used to maintain the existence of this huge magnetic field, the energy consumed must be provided by a nuclear power plant, and engineering facilities to assist in the diffusion of the magnetic field must be built on the ground. If that's the case, there's no way we're not going to see it. ”

And if it's really man-made, why would they go to such lengths to create a magnetic declination to shield our signals. It doesn't make sense at all. Chu Pingqiu said lightly, "So I guess that under the ground under our feet, there must be something supernatural that has only formed for thousands of years that is affecting the magnetic field of this forest." ”

"Supernatural things...," Liang Cheng muttered.

Chu Pingqiu pondered alone for a while, then stood up from the driver's seat and said to Liang Cheng, "It's better to go to bed early and set off early tomorrow morning." ”

Cabin, sleep light, 0:12.

Liang Cheng couldn't sleep for a long time, and Chen Xiaojing beside him was still in a weak coma.

In the midst of his chaotic thoughts, Liang Cheng began to aimlessly sort out the messy information in his mind.

The plane crash, if it is really not a coincidence at all as Chu Pingqiu said, if this trip was originally arranged by man, then what would be their purpose?

And those terrifying pythons, in the face of this group of races that evolved from the reproduction of ancient life, can we only do but wait for death?

And then there is Kuhl, is it really worth it at all costs for the sake of his own survival, in that case, why did Shao Hui let Liang Cheng trust him at that time?

Liang Cheng's head began to ache violently again.

"Take care of ...... Take care of ...... Sister ......"

The scene of Chen Qi's death was repeated in front of Liang Cheng's eyes...... Firelight, broken limbs...... Collapse......

Liang Cheng closed his eyes in pain.

"Brother Liang Cheng still likes Chen Xiaojing, right?"

Early the next morning.

Liang Cheng opened his eyes abruptly and sat up, but he was faced with the thick ceiling of the luggage rack. There was a golden light in front of him, and his head was muffled again. Rubbing his aching forehead, Liang Cheng slowly climbed out of the luggage rack.

The luggage rack where Chu Pingqiu and Zhao Youyu were lying in the cabin was already empty. Liang Cheng dragged his heavy body and moved towards the cabin door step by step.