When I saw him, I really had too many questions to ask, but when I walked up to him, I was about to ask, when I saw Qiu Xian look back at me, and then took his things to the bedroom.

When Mr. Kochi woke up, he rubbed his eyes and looked at me, "What is this place?" ”

I briefly explained to him his current situation and asked him to recall what had happened before he fell unconscious.

But he thought about it for a long time before he said in a daze, "You saw a picture for me, and then you took you to my house......"

I interrupted him and asked, "What else?" Who asked you to take me to your house, and did you meet anyone before you met us? ”

Mr. Gu Zhi thought for a moment, and finally shook his head again, "It seems to be Lao Zhong, I've been with him for the past few days, by the way, didn't you say that you brought back a person who is proficient in weaving?" ”

I had a bit of a headache and while giving him a hint, I said, "Did you meet a person before we came back, this person might have told you." We're back and we're asking you to take us to the basement to see what the previous owner of the courtyard had left behind! ”

"Basement? How could I take you there? He touched his head, as if thinking of something, "It seems that something is wrong with me, why am I taking you somewhere......"

But then, he shook his head, "I can't remember why, I feel like a mess in my head, and the last thing I remember is that in the basement, we were all unconscious." ”

I didn't say anything more about this, and it seems that Mr. Kochi really can't remember anything.

Then I got him something to eat, and he didn't know how many days he hadn't eaten, so he burped a few bowls of instant noodles and lay down on the sofa.

I closed my eyes slightly, rested for a while, and then went to the bedroom to take a look, and saw that dozens of drawings were already on the bed.

Looking back at the desk again, Qiu Xian kept shining on the box with a bright light, and from time to time he also took a breath of air into the hollow to determine the echo of the hollow.

When I walked up to him, the other party had already found out, but he was not distracted by me, and he quickly planned in his hands, and compared it with other nearby drawings, eliminated some unnecessary things, and re-screened them into another structure.

Looking at the other party's focus, it was as if he was creating a world, distinguishing all kinds of possibilities, and eliminating all other things, and controlling this research in the most exquisite place.

I don't know if there is also a storm in his brain that covers all the possibilities planned by his brain.

In the end, all the drawings were broken down to remove all errors as much as possible. And test it over and over again.

We stood beside Qiu Xian, looking at the meticulous research, and we were embarrassed to alarm him, so we all stood not far away, looking at the drawings that he had ruled out.

As the minutes ticked by, and the room had been quiet for several hours, Mr. Kochi and I were lying down until footsteps came from the living room.

Startled by this sudden voice, I immediately looked at Qiu Xian, who was concentrating on the drawings, as if he had locked himself in his small space, and didn't ask anything unless the voice interrupted his thoughts.

That kind of concentration is very unique, as long as it is a kind of perseverance, it is like a nail that falls vertically, and the mind is focused in the same direction.

As I cautiously walked out to the living room and closed the bedroom door, I saw a man walk into the cabaret, holding a box full of things.

I couldn't believe it when I saw it, because I didn't think I had that much on my phone, but I didn't ask much.

After handing me my phone, the man asked me to take an inventory to see if I needed anything.

I nodded, thanked him, and let him out first, so that I had time to look through the contents of my phone.

But if you don't look at it, you don't know, and after a look, you realize that these are still not much.

However, since the other party needed it, I didn't understand, and I didn't ask anything, so I walked to the bedroom with them in my arms, and Qiu Xian coincidentally put the pen down.

After one look at me, he exchanged a call to Mr. Kochi, who was sitting on the bed looking at the drawings, and asked him to come over and help with some of the things that needed to be assembled.

Subsequently, Qiu Xian selected a few misleading ones from the drawings he had just drawn and threw them into the trash.

Then I sorted out the drawings that didn't feel like there were too many errors and put them aside.

When he came back, we pulled the space in and put away the folding bed in the room before we got the contents out.

On the floor, I saw a lot of boxed tools, but most of them were terms I couldn't read.

But what does Mr. Kochi know about it, so let me assemble the bagged metal directly, and then adjust the scale on it to form a huge triangular support frame to support and hold the box in place?

Then it was Qiu Xian's job to unpack a few palm-sized cardboard boxes marked with foreign languages on them, and then to assemble some sharp objects and some knives.

But they're all small and more complicated to assemble, and there's nothing we can do to help, so we're just sitting on the sidelines and watching.

Qiu Xian is no stranger to these things, he is familiar with the use of them, and after installing some of them, he will change the shape of those sharp objects himself.

This job is not easy, even Qiu Xian has to be careful to do it, but fortunately, the tools in his hand are complete, so there is not much trouble.

After finishing the abrasives, Qiu Xian attached a metal sensor around the perimeter of the box, but it was small in size and flashed red lights on it.

Finally, at the bottom of the box, put a large electromagnetic induction device, and tried the switch a few times, after feeling that there was no problem, it turned on the power, when Qiu Xian tried to turn on the switch, I saw that the box shook slightly.

Under our nervous gaze, Qiu Xian turned off the equipment again, and looked around at those who were interested, and found that the light above flickered a few times, but it was only a few tens of seconds, and then it returned to normal.

"It seems that this metal is very slow to induce magnetic energy, and it seems to be a composite metal, but the magnetic energy sensed by the sensor is not at the same time, which means that the inside of the box is not one!

"Then you have to try it yourself, how to test it in these complicated holes!" As he spoke, Qiu Xian touched the silver-white necklace around his neck.

However, I don't know how he did it, the place where there was no crack slowly cracked out under his twisting.

Then, he pinched the ends of the broken wound, slowly took it off, and twisted it in his hand a few times, but saw that it was not a necklace at all, but something of metal texture and curvature of wool.

In Qiu Xian's hand, it turned into a silver-white filament, and under the light, it was twisted, and it could freely control the direction and the amplitude of movement.

It is an extremely soft and fine filament, and the texture of the metal makes it feel extremely flexible and not easily torn off.

Wrapped around his hand a few times, it was like a layer of light sprinkled on his fingers, and the light was intertwined, but it was twisted finer and thinner by Qiu Xian, and it was constantly lengthened, and the soft silk that was originally only wrapped around his hand four times was pulled like this, and it was already able to be wrapped nearly ten times.

After fiddling with the soft wire, he asked me to bring a strong light flashlight, and fixed it to an adjustable mechanical object, and shook the main light of the flashlight, following the extremely thin soft wire deep into the smallest hole in the box.

This soft silk, under Qiu Xian's twisting, has become very small, like a wool that has been shed, but the small parts are not uniform, only one end is small.

Outside the hole, if there is no reflection from the light source, we may not even see its existence.

Qiu Xian's thanks approached, along the empty places where the antenna on the mobile phone was in the direction, and the soft silk went in little by little.

The surroundings were very quiet, Qiu Xian's movements were very slow, and not far, his fingers were still changing the direction at a very small and brief frequency, as if it was one of his own arms, with the most sensitive perception, exploring everything in the location.

The depth of the soft silk also made Qiu Xian quiet as if he had no soul, and all his attention and energy were focused on his fingers, twisting the position of the soft silk.

As the soft filament continued to go deeper, the inside of the box reacted slightly, and calculated the distance from the soft filament into the box, as well as the length, if there was no bending, it should have entered half the thickness of the box.

However, at this moment, Qiu Xian's fingers suddenly paused, as if they had groped for his body in the box, and slightly changed the direction of the soft silk, but it still seemed to have no effect.

One end of the soft silk seemed to be trapped in the internal labyrinth, and after being shaken a few times in a row, it still couldn't break out of the maze.

In the end, Qiu Xian's frowns and violently increases the force, so that the hardness of the soft silk is fixed to a certain extent, and forcibly embedded inside.

But at this moment, I saw the sensor directly opposite, slowly flickering, as if to indicate the subtle changes that suddenly occurred inside.