Ye Zifeng stood at the door of the bridge, took a deep breath and slapped the button to open the door, but the button flashed red, the start was wrong, and the bridge was closed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In short, after meeting that person, all the misfortunes followed, Ye Zifeng held his forehead, turned back, and a figure stood behind Ye Zifeng, Ye Zifeng's eyes widened and he tried to endure the screams. The person should immediately reach out and cover Ye Zifeng's mouth, and then raise a finger to make a silent gesture in front of his mouth.

"It's me, sir." Ye Zifeng saw the face under the mask clearly, Naoto Sakurai.

"Where did you go before?"

"On it." Naoto Sakurai pointed overhead, and a passage was opened, and Naoto Sakurai should have flipped out of the ventilation duct above.

"I'm so glad to see you again." Ye Zifeng stifled his screams and breathed a sigh of relief, "Do you have a bomb, I'm going to blow up this door." ”

"Don't be that troublesome." Naoto Sakurai shook his head, "It's okay to use the account." ”

Ye Zifeng let go of the door, Naoto Sakurai stood over, and with a wave of his hand, a three-dimensional projection screen appeared, Naoto Sakurai skillfully operated on the screen a few times, the button that opened the door before turned green, and the automatic door slid open, Ye Zifeng looked at Naoto Sakurai's movements with some surprise.

"Oh, so advanced." Ye Zifeng sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Without further ado, let's go." Naoto Sakurai shook his head helplessly, for Ye Zifeng's sigh, Naoto Sakurai must be immune, and emotional fluctuations will affect his actions.

The two of them walked quickly into the bridge, the automatic door behind them closed, and Ye Zifeng did not look back but looked at the interior of the bridge with wide eyes. What kind of space is this! The wide Cambridge is about hundreds of square meters in size, there are more than 30 consoles alone, and the most central circular open space is placed with the largest model of electronic sand table that Ye Zifeng has seen so far, and there are still three-dimensional projection images on it, and the miniature image of the "Stalingrad" keeps rotating slowly at a position of about 30 centimeters on the electronic sand table table, and a large number of areas are flashing red, which indicates that the area is damaged. The huge floor-to-ceiling observation window, which is completely one story high, shows that it is filled with cobwebs, and is covered with irregular cracks, and there are more than 20 places, large and small. The four huge screens on both sides are completely darkened, and similarly, the consoles are not as bright as they used to be.

The halo in front of Ye Zifeng's eyes began to rotate, and the dim traces were completely consistent with the interior of the bridge, but there were many more figures running fast, and there was a slight shouting sound in his ears, Ye Zifeng turned his head to the side to look at it, Naoto Sakurai had already sat on the adjutant position on the right side of the bridge, gently stroking the armrest of the seat.

Ye Zifeng seemed to have lost his mind, slowly sat down the steps with a little fumity, and walked to the side of the electronic sand table, please press a button on the sand table, the capacitor hummed out a high-energy current, the electronic sand table was activated, and the miniature image of the rotating "Stalingrad" disappeared and was replaced by a three-dimensional image of the passive radar scanning the battleship guard, and the image was oblique, because the "Stalingrad" was tilted at an angle of 18.7 degrees and pierced the ground.

"Fingerprint analysis, done, iris analysis, done."

Suddenly, a mechanical female voice sounded, her voice sounded soft, but it still exuded a cold feeling.

"Welcome back, Commander."

“？” Ye Zifeng was stunned for a moment and looked at Naoto Sakurai on the side.

"Oops." Naoto Sakurai bounced up from the adjutant's position, jumped over the fence and ran to Ye Zifeng's side, slapped the electronic sand table hard, and there was another buzz, the scan of the passive radar dimmed, and the miniature image of the "Stalingrad" reappeared.

"It's too reckless." Naoto Sakurai said to Ye Zifeng in a reproachful tone, "This will attract the enemy back." ”

"But before it said, welcome back." Compared with the enemy, Ye Zifeng was more concerned about the sound made by the electronic sand table just now, "Who is it talking about?" Is that you? ”

"I don't know." Naoto Sakurai replied quickly, with a disgusted expression on his face, but he glanced aside in order not to let Ye Zifeng see it. Ye Zifeng made a puzzled sound, but it could be seen that Naoto Sakurai didn't seem to want to answer his question, and Ye Zifeng didn't continue to ask questions as a strong man.

"Alright, that's the end of the tour, are we going to restart the mission?" There was a voice that Ye Zifeng hadn't heard before, but he always felt that this voice was very familiar. The two twisted their faces towards the bridge door at the same time, Ye Kexin stood there, the mask was still reflective, and the orange plexiglass mask covered Ye Kexin's stunning face.

"Yes, yes." Ye Zifeng nodded, "But the target has been found, and there it is." ”

Ye Zifeng pointed to the top of the floor-to-ceiling observation window, and the eyes of the two followed.

A khaki backpack floated tightly, and a strange device was placed on the ground, as if the blue light emitted from the device was holding the backpack up.

"It's really strange that this backpack is so important, why is there no one guarding it." Ye Kexin said suspiciously.

"Hey, are you really okay, it's obviously fake." Ye Zifeng responded, "Reasonably, the probability that this backpack is real is far less than that of being fake." ”

"How can you be so sure?" Naoto Sakurai asked.

"Obviously, the backpack was taken away by the group just now, if they want to play an empty city plan, why did they really take all the guards here and put the real backpack here?"

Ye Zifeng said his reasoning while sorting out his thoughts.

"But we can't rule out the possibility that this backpack is real, if he is really alive." Ye Zifeng's voice became smaller and smaller, "Who?" ”

Naoto Sakurai apparently didn't see the previous group of guards.

"Maybe I'm wrong." Ye Zifeng shook his head, "But just in case, let's take this backpack off." ”

"No, there is a contradiction in your reasoning." Ye Kexin immediately said and stopped Ye Zifeng's actions at the same time, "If they really want to play a scene and make us mistakenly think that they have transferred the real backpack, then why do they have to put a fake backpack here?" ”

Ye Zifeng stared at the backpack carefully, thinking quietly about something.

"Something is wrong, something feels wrong here, whether this backpack is real or not, there should be guards here, it is impossible to retreat all of them because of the four invaders on the 'Stalingrad', the same is true of the experimental area just now, the situation in the laboratory is obviously a hasty withdrawal."

"What do you mean?" Naoto Sakurai asked.

"I guess there's someone else coming here, and they don't want these people to know something." Ye Zifeng guessed, "Then 'these people' should be ......"

Ye Kexin interrupted Ye Zifeng's words and made a gesture of silence.

"Someone's coming." Ye Kexin quickly patted Ye Zifeng's back, "Hide." ”

The three of them immediately dispersed and hid in their chosen positions, the three hiding points were well distributed, and the firepower of all three of them could cover the entrance and there was no shooting blind spot inside the bridge.

"This way, please." The automatic door slid open, and the lights in the bridge turned on automatically, Ye Zifeng subconsciously shrank his body, and a sound of footsteps sounded, Ye Zifeng listened carefully, the heavy metal thump sound was undoubtedly the high-level warrior adjudicator among the pilgrims, this kind of ultimate warrior who only existed among tens of thousands of attendant monks would obviously not be a good thing to appear here, and every time he met them, he would be injured a little. Ye Zifeng gritted his teeth, and his molars clenched together tightly as if they were about to burst into cracks.

"This is the bridge of the 'Stalingrad', and it also serves as a temporary command center for this regional defense system, and when the 'World Tree' is completed, we will abandon this place, and then the 'Stalingrad' will be handed over to you to deal with." It is not difficult for Ye Zifeng to imagine the minister's expression full of smiles, and his heart is full of disgust, but this voice sounds slightly familiar, and he seems to have heard this voice. A thought crossed Ye Zifeng's heart, Ye Zifeng frowned slightly, and a person's face appeared in his mind.

"No, it won't." Ye Zifeng whispered, turned around and poked his head out from behind the console to look into "Stalingrad"

A group of people on the bridge searched the crowd for the face that appeared in their minds. It was so obvious that Ye Zifeng recognized him almost at a glance, his pupils contracted suddenly, and Ye Zifeng slowly retracted back behind the console with surprise in his heart, and his heart was extremely shocked.

"What's going on?" Ye Zifeng said in a low voice, the face of four dishes and one soup left a deep impression on Ye Zifeng.

A deep voice came from the side, and it sounded a bit like a wizard chanting a spell in the movie, but Ye Zifeng knew that this was not a neural product of mysticism, but a pilgrim translating Chinese into the pilgrim's language. The language of the pilgrim has not yet had a clear name, of course, this unclear name refers to the fact that among humans, humans do not know what the language of the pilgrim is called, but there are still many names in private, the official noun used is called "Seist", which is Chinese transliteration, the etymology is Spanish "siesta", Chinese translated as "magic", but Ye Zifeng believes that it should be translated as "nap", so no one in the army calls the pilgrim's language "Seist" but adds it to"Nap Talk". However, when it comes to napping words, Ye Zifeng can always think of "who I am with".

Pulling a little far, Ye Zifeng was actually quite nervous, there were only three pilgrims who entered the bridge, one in purple armor, two in silver armor, and all three were judges, although only one was carrying a weapon. On the other hand, there are a lot of guards on the human side, everyone is fully armed with real guns and nuclear bombs, and the body armor on their bodies is like a city wall, which looks like a heavy feeling.

It was the turn of the purple armor adjudicator to speak, and he said a lot, but Ye Zifeng didn't understand a word. The silver-armored adjudicator behind him immediately translated.

"The director of the book said that the technology here can be on par with the pilgrims, and it should be the application of the technology in the ancient ruins, but the director of the book has never seen such a form of technology, and he is looking forward to a thorough study of this place." Chinese is spoken very lamely, it may be that the sound system is different, and the Chinese spoken by the silver armor translator sounds distorted, and Ye Zifeng does not care.

"Yes, yes." The minister nodded again and again, "We, we are looking forward to this day coming soon." ”

"Hmm." The silver-armored translator nodded, the minister's nervousness looked to him like a clown in a circus, and it was incredible that such a low-level primate could become a human of its own. After conveying the minister's original intention to the purple armor adjudicator, the two sides did not seem to have any common topic, and the sidelines became quiet and looked a little embarrassed. However, the adjudicator didn't care about anything, and walked down the steps, and the adjudicator stopped next to the electronic sand table and looked at the miniature image of the "Stalingrad" on the electronic sand table. Suddenly, I don't know what angered the adjudicator, and with a wave of his hand, he pulled out the photon sword on his waist and cut the electronic sandbox in half with a flick, and the fragments fell down with a click, and everyone present was stunned.

Ye Zifeng also poked his head out and looked in the direction of the purple armor adjudicator.

"Inferior science that moths are out of place must not tarnish the miracles of antiquity." The Purple Armor Adjudicator extinguished the Photon Sword, pinned the hilt back to his waist, and said something flat.

"Yes, yes, that's what you said." The smile on Minister Ye Zifeng's face trembled a few times. Retracting behind the Dao console, Ye Zifeng sighed.

"I kind of like the electronic sandbox that told me welcome back." Ye Zifeng muttered with a sense of loss. Turning his head, Ye Zifeng's gaze swept over the khaki military backpack suspended in mid-air, and suddenly felt a little wrong, Ye Zifeng suddenly felt that there was a little flaw in the judgment made by himself and another motorized infantry (Ye Kexin) before. Ye Zifeng kept staring at the backpack and couldn't help but think.

-- This backpack should not be here, not because of any aesthetic reasons, but because it has to be transferred, that is, if you don't want people to know what is in this backpack, you should just take it away, and the pilgrims are here for the first time, so they should not know about this backpack.

Ye Zifeng sensed the problem.

There is a problem with this backpack. The previous officer took the real backpack with him when he left and replaced it with a fake one to fool a referee who didn't even know the backpack was here, which was undoubtedly redundant.

Ye Zifeng suddenly understood something, and stared at the backpack tightly as if he wanted to see through what was spinning inside.

This backpack shouldn't be here, if you want to classify it, this backpack should also be considered "human technology" in the eyes of the adjudicators, since the electronic sand table is considered "incompatible with inferior science" and has been cut off with a knife, let alone floating here with a backpack.

There was a sudden white noise in the earphones, Ye Zifeng was startled, and then quickly clicked the call button.

"Naoto Sakurai, can you hear me?" Ye Zifeng said briefly.

"It's not too clear, sir."

"There's something wrong with that backpack." Ye Zifeng didn't have time to explain too much, and immediately said his own inference.

"Huh?" Naoto Sakurai's eyes widened, and he didn't react.

"What's going on?" Ye Kexin opened his mouth and said, "What's wrong with that backpack, if it's fake, it should be taken for granted, they don't want the pilgrims to see the real backpack." ”

"The problem is, they don't want the pilgrims to see the backpack." Ye Zifeng said affirmatively.

"How do you say that?" Ye Kexin was also a little puzzled.

"If they want to change the contract, they will naturally have to take the risk of being discovered, as long as a little wise person will think about what the consequences will be if they are discovered." Ye Zifeng frowned slightly, and looked at the purple armor adjudicator in the front bridge, "In this case, I would rather not replace this backpack but take it directly, because there is no point in doing so, the result of replacing it is the same as taking it directly, and even if it takes ten minutes, the inspection will not interfere with anything." ”

Ye Zifeng stared at the purple armor adjudicator's every move.

"You mean to say......" Ye Kexin figured it out, "This backpack is a trap in itself here?" ”

"Not necessarily, my initial thought was that the pilgrims didn't know there was a backpack here before they came, they just counted it." Ye Zifeng explained, "Have you seen a pilgrim wearing purple armor just cut down the electronic sandbox? ”

"See."

"No, but I heard it."

The two men answered differently, but it was clear that both men noticed the incident.

He said something after the cut. Ye Zifeng said.

"Inferior science that moths are out of place must not tarnish the miracles of antiquity." Ye Kexin answered quickly.

"Absolutely." Ye Zifeng nodded, "Then since he thinks that the electronic sand table is 'human technology', then this backpack can also be regarded as it, so what kind of action will he take against 'inferior science that is out of place'?" ”

"Cut it off with a knife." Naoto Sakurai answered Kaede's question.

"That's right." Ye Zifeng nodded, "So, that backpack should be ......"

Ye Zifeng didn't finish this sentence, and a loud roar woke up Ye Zifeng.

"Who's there!" The Silver Armor Translator shouted in the direction of Ye Zifeng. It seems that it is exposed, and it is just self-deception to hide back, Ye Zifeng didn't think much about it, he put a grenade from his clothes and threw it in the direction of the silver armor translator, and at the same time ran in the direction of the exit. Everyone's attention was focused on Ye Zifeng's body.

Ye Kexin's heart tugged.

"Leave me alone, go get your backpack, if you let that purple die here, it will be a big problem, and the pilgrims may use this incident as a reason to make the Shanghai area a battlefield!"

Ye Zifeng pulled the trigger, and the sound of the rifle instantly withdrew from the huge space of the bridge. Ye Zifeng's steps did not dare to pause at all, but the words of explanation were still finished quickly. Maybe it's a tacit understanding, Naoto Sakurai didn't ask too many questions, but rushed up directly, covering the gunfire with the sound of a grenade explosion, and broke the circular instrument under the backpack, the backpack lost the force of the anti-gravity field and fell to the ground, while Naoto Sakurai hugged the backpack, rolled on the ground, and quickly hid behind the console on the other side.

(To be continued)