"It's so corrosive!"

Ye Rong was sincerely amazed, he had to admire the human beings in this world, their bodies were obviously fragile, and they would be shattered with one blow, but they were fighting against such a powerful unknown force.

Looking at the results, it seems that they still have the upper hand.

He could imagine that if the black mist acted on him, would his strengthened body be able to resist its corrosion?

The volatility meter lay calmly in the center of the black fog, and the black fog did not change for the first minute or two, and it was still dancing irregularly.

But unconsciously, the black fog in the middle quietly changed.

I saw a thick center, and I don't know when a whirlpool with a diameter of about ten centimeters quietly formed, and the speed of the whirlpool was extremely slow.

Ye Rong judged that according to its speed, it would take about two minutes to rotate once.

The whirlpool rotates slowly, its size changing as it rotates, and as it grows, it spins faster and faster.

Looking down through the whirlpool, I saw that the bottom tail of the whirlpool was connected to the first of the twenty-four brilliant crystals on the oscillator!

The crystal now took on a dark green glow, like a nursing baby, sucking in the black mist strongly.

It turns out that this is how the oscillometer takes in energy!

Wonderful! Rouse! Expect!

……

Seeing this scene, Ye Rong's heart was entangled, he was both happy to unveil the fluctuation meter, but also afraid that the next answer would not be satisfactory.

In any case, he trusts his own judgment and believes that the volatility meter will unravel the mystery of his Y virus infection.

At this time, Ye Rong had completely fallen into the shock of the fluctuation meter's energy intake, and he was lying on the ground, his head against the ground, admiring this beautiful scene from the clearest angle.

From his current perspective, the black fog looked like clouds floating during a thunderstorm, and the whirlpools looked like writhing tornadoes.

It's just that no matter how much the tornado struggles and shakes, its tail is always fixed in one place.

The volume of the black fog is not large, about fifty or sixty centimeters wide, one hundred and twelve centimeters long, and twenty centimeters high.

The same volume of smoke can be blown away by even a gentle breeze.

The speed of the fluctuator's ingestion seems to be endless, but it is not fast, and when the sky turns dark and the time has passed for three or four hours, the volume of the black fog is only half compressed.

While Ye Rong was waiting, Tie Liwei and One-legged Jin both called, and they asked Ye Rong what the results of the investigation were.

The progress on their side was not smooth, and through the investigation of the nearby and the investigation of Deng Liyang's horses, Deng Liyang's location was basically determined.

I also found out that Deng Liyang did have an intersection with a master called 'Black Dragon Mage', but that was a month ago.

In the past month, the black dragon mage has disappeared for some unknown reason.

In other words, their clues were broken again when they arrived at Deng Liyang, and Hong Kong Island was not big, but it was not small.

It's still easy for the police to dig deep into the ground to find someone, but is that possible?

Ye Rong didn't have any clues, and hung up the phone after casually perfunctory Tie Liwei and one-legged Jin.

The two of them have him, after all, Ye Rong's relationship in the police department is not as good as theirs, not to mention that he is still the one-legged gold of the intelligence department, and it is normal to have no clues.

Without interruption, Ye Rong began to stare intently at the changes in the black mist, completely forgetting the existence of time.

It wasn't until the last trace of black mist completely dissipated and disappeared into the crystal of the fluctuation meter that his mind returned.

"Boom!"

A crisp sound of footsteps resounded in this silent space.

Ye Rong cautiously took his own steps, trying to approach the center of the platform where the black mist was just now.

Although it was gone, there was still a faint chill in the air.

One step at a time, two steps!

Two meters, one meter!

Ye Rong still held the fluctuator in his hand without danger, and he felt very familiar that the fluctuator had not changed because of the thick black mist.

Feel it with your heart.

Suddenly!

An intermittent child's voice came to my head.

"Star...!"

"Plate ......!"

"Star...!"

"Plate ......!"

……

The voice continued, and it continued to replay in Ye Rong's mind.

"Astrolabe? Are you talking about astrolabe? ”

Ye Rong responded excitedly to the voice in his head, he was sure that this voice was coming from the fluctuation meter.

It actually transmitted consciousness to Ye Rong's mind, and also spit out two inexplicable words.

Astrolabe, astrolabe, is this the real name of the volatility meter?

Is it called a astrolabe?

The oscillator is still chattering about the 'astrolabe' and 'astrolabe', but the speed is getting faster and the words are getting clearer and clearer.

It's just reciting the astrolabe.

"Is your name astrolabe?"

Ye Rong asked again, but unfortunately, the response to him was still the endless 'astrolabe' and 'astrolabe'......

"Can you hear me?"

This time, Ye Rong tried to communicate with the astrolabe with spiritual meditation, and this also gave him an uplifting reply.

"Yes..."

"Yes......"

……

The sound of the astrolabe is very ethereal, and after each transmission, there is always a long tail note, which will be repeated over and over again.

When the reply of 'yes' became weaker and weaker, Ye Rong asked again, "Can you tell me where you came from?" ”

"Yes..."

"Can ......"

……

"No..."

"No ......"

"Over..."

"Over ......"

……

Every time the astrolabe spits out a word, it takes almost two or three minutes, and this slow rhythm makes Ye Rong very uncomfortable.

If it weren't for the particularity of the astrolabe, Ye Rong really wanted to smash it.

On the other hand, the excitement of the long-standing mystery of the astrolabe being unraveled allowed him to continue listening patiently.

Although the word by word was slow, the patient Ye Rong still carefully combined the words of the astrolabe.

After more than half an hour had passed, the sound of the astrolabe came to an end, and Ye Rong was sure that what the astrolabe wanted to say, and he had finished it temporarily.

According to the speed at which it speaks, it is naturally impossible to simply say the future calendar.

In fact, the information revealed by the astrolabe is very short, pieced together, and it is like this:

Yes, but I need energy, very, very much energy.

Energy?

Energy like Yin? Or is it something else?

Ye Rong had the heart to ask again, but unexpectedly, a slight 'pop' sound came from an urban waterway connected to the underground space.

The sound was like a gravel falling into the low water, and if it weren't for Ye Rong's amazing hearing, it would never have been possible to find it.

"Who!"

A loud shout spread from Ye Rong's mouth throughout the entire space.

As night fell, the vision of the underground space was already extremely blurred, if it weren't for Ye Rong's strength being better than ordinary people, and there were still a few places in the space where the moonlight was reflected, ordinary people would basically be in a state of not seeing their fingers when they came here.

"Smack!"

It seemed to be the sound of a finger pressing a switch, and the sound sounded, and the space suddenly lit up, as bright as the day.

I saw that on the steps of a blocked city sewer, a bewitching beautiful woman was holding a pistol, and the swarthy muzzle of the gun was coldly locked on Ye Rong.