"If your calculations could guarantee that there would be no accidents, the world would not be like this for a long time." Totally believing in a mastermind? Don't be funny, Hong Tao would rather believe in people.

"This mastermind only has one-way execution capabilities, and it can't find information that is useful to us except for numbers." With the mixed-race spy of the uncle, the master of the tomb surrendered in less than half an hour. But there is nothing to gain, it is the lowest level of mastermind, only to execute the program, not to participate in any decisions, without loading so much data, and nothing can be reviewed.

"Damn, then we're not busy in vain!" Hong Tao was disappointed, but he didn't do it. It took so much time to dig graves and rob graves, not to find a living space on the surface of the planet, and it was not difficult to have that thing. The main thing is to get more useful information through the main brain of the tomb, and now it seems that the little abacus is wrong.

"Its self-destruct program was activated and stopped by a higher-level order, which came from a crypt numbered Alpha, right in ...... Seven thousand kilometers away. ”

Uncle Qin definitely didn't want to work in vain, or it didn't have a disappointed program at all, and it was still searching the data stored in the main brain of the tomb little by little, and then made a new discovery.

This is the reason why Hong Tao needs his uncle very much, pick up the missing and make up for the leaks!

Due to Natalia's presence in the wormhole, Hong Tao couldn't casually enter the Sleeper's Tomb to explore, just to get a rough idea. At that time, I didn't expect to encounter this kind of problem in the future, it was purely a matter of sightseeing.

But Uncle Qin won't, it only has two states: watching and not looking, as long as you look at it, it's 100%. So it knows the approximate deployment of the Sleeper's Crypt on the planet, the most important of which is the node mastermind.

This mastermind is equivalent to the commander-in-chief of each planet, responsible for receiving feedback to Natalia and transmitting instructions to the mastermind of each tomb. The Crypt Mastermind doesn't have permission to reverse transmit data, but the Node Mastermind certainly does, otherwise it won't be able to interact with Natalia.

“…… yes, how did I forget the control node! Check out when the last command for the node here was issued! After figuring this out, Hong Tao knew what to do next, and he had done it in vain for seven or eight days before, and he didn't find the right direction at all!

"Old Era ......" Uncle Qin immediately gave a number.

"It's all right, it must have lost its momentum, transport all the robots that can be used, and Lao Tzu will raid the house!" As soon as he heard that the last time the node mastermind showed signs of activity was more than 300 years ago, Hong Tao immediately became high-spirited.

Bullying the elderly and children is actually not the most enjoyable, and the dead are 100% unable to fight back and scold back. In the future, blowing with others, it is really not about bullying the mastermind who has been down for more than 300 years with a group of robots, but about the lone hero bravely entering the hibernator base.

Speaking to people with high force value, it is to punch and kick and kill it with real kung fu, and one person swept a large area. If you encounter a relatively high IQ, you must fight wits and courage with the mastermind, and finally play chess. Anyway, no matter how you blow it, you win, and the dead can't talk back!

"Oops, hurry up, go back to the landing ship!" Don't look at the majesty of what you say, when you really arrived at the door of the node control room, Hong Tao still carefully hid far away, and carefully observed through the robot's sensors.

As expected, after all three airtight doors were removed, the accident finally came. There were two dried corpses in the control room, if it weren't for the maintenance mecha without a nose, Hong Tao would have to cover his mouth and nose and escape, and ran back to the landing ship with a smoke. It doesn't matter what robots are, we must immediately carry out thorough disinfection and inactivation of the inside of the building, and use all the currently known means without fear of trouble.

"Have you checked it, what is their origin?" Two days later, Hong Tao finally had the courage to enter the node control room, looking at the two dried corpses that had been transferred to the life support cabin and sealed, he always felt that something had broken through the gap in the maintenance mecha and drilled into it.

"It's the same as the DNA in the wormhole, so it's confirmed to be a sleeper." If Uncle Qin has someone's IQ, he will immediately cut off the oxygen supply for the maintenance mecha. Just this bit of courage and interstellar exploration, you don't feel ashamed, I don't think I'm sorry! It's a pity that it really doesn't, and it has to faithfully carry out the master's orders.

"What about the cause of death and the time of death?" It may be that the environment in the control room is sterile and dry, and even if the two dried corpses are not in a lifelike state, their general appearance can be seen with the naked eye. That's right, it's them, it's two female sleepers, with long brown hair and short black curly hair.

"The time of death for carbon dioxide poisoning is similar to that of the life-sustaining system." These jobs don't have to be done by the uncle, the scientific research robot has already completed the preliminary survey work, otherwise Hong Tao would not dare to come in.

"Poisoned? Suicide or homicide? Hong Tao, who was just about to step inside, immediately stopped, stretched his front legs and arched his hind legs, ready to rush to the airtight door at any time, and activated the laser generator, the only weapon for the maintenance mecha.

“…… Before they run out of oxygen, they are poisoned by the carbon dioxide they exhale themselves. Uncle Qin didn't answer immediately, probably looking for the basic common sense pressed at the bottom in the memory.

"Oh...... Suffocated ah......" Hong Tao immediately understood, originally thought that people should die of lack of oxygen in a closed space, and there was an error in this cognition. If the space is large, the carbon dioxide concentration will reach a lethal concentration before the oxygen concentration has been reduced to a suffocating level.

As long as he didn't kill it, there was nothing to be afraid of, and with a firm step, he swaggered into the control room, and then his eyes were not enough.

This control room is similar to the control room seen in the wormhole space factory, but the decoration style is far from good, if you catch an earthling, throw it in and don't tell where it is, you must think that it is still on the earth.

There are five oil paintings hanging on the walls, and there is a sealed and dry storage cabinet in the corner with two rows of books! That's right, paper books, Hong Tao looked at it through a virtual screen, the publisher didn't know, published in 7892, Russian edition!

This should be the time period when earthlings entered the New Eden World through the wormhole, but the Great Star Gate has not yet been built, and it should have been more than 15,000 years so far.

They should not have been brought by these two sleepers, but the ancestors of their ancestors, which had been sealed by technological means to preserve them intact until now. The five paintings on the walls, including those on the walls, are not shown in their true faces, they are kept in metal shells, but the front part is made of transparent material.

"Bring up the data from the Guitar Trade Station!" I don't know anything about the oil paintings, and I don't know who painted them, but I know some of the titles of those books, which are basically literary works, and I am not very interested.

Now his mind is full of credits, in the earth era thousands of years ago, things are called cultural relics, which are worth a lot of money, and these tens of thousands of years of calligraphy and painting must also be antiques. With the reverence of the New Eden magnates for the ancient civilization, it should be easy to sell it for a good price.

Graviton generators are a good deal, but the profits are still small compared to these things, and now is the time for a shortage of money, and the home galaxy is in ruins, lacking nothing but artistic taste.

“…… Oops, how did you forget this stubble, move out first, I'll deal with it myself! After looking at it for a while, Hong Tao suddenly slapped the head door of the maintenance mecha.

I'm so confused, who has ever seen an authentic Picasso painting sold on X-Treasure? In the same way, these books and paintings can't be sold on the trade station, which would only cost them a copy, and no one even cares.

The best way to do this is to resell it privately in high society, such as to old Colt, who must know who in the federal elite likes it, to what extent, and whether he is willing to pay a lot of money.

It would be better if it could be handed over to Sanger, who was keen to attend various aristocratic gatherings and had easier access to people who liked art. If you sell it cheaply, don't say that you are not happy, and the buyer is not happy. Her family itself is still a guarantee of price and reputation, and buyers will be unhappy if they sell cheaply.

After thinking about the approximate solution, as soon as the mind moved, four scientific research robots rushed up waving their mechanical arms, dismantling what should be dismantled, moving what should be moved, what art is not art, they don't understand!