Lou Mingjiang pouted at the place where the blue light flashed in front of him and said: "I'm going to the place where Yin Saburo works soon, his person is gloomy and compassionate, his eyes are long on the top of his head, he is very difficult to deal with, I have touched him in and out at least hundreds of times, he has never looked at me directly, and he dragged it very much." ”

I can imagine.

In this world, everyone who has legends and mysteries behind him is arrogant, not to mention that he is an important member of the Yin family in Jiangnan, and he should be arrogant.

When I got closer, I could see that the blue light in front of me was three-dimensional, tangible, and clear, rising from one or more floors below, straight up, and we could only see a section of it now, so we couldn't figure out what it was, but we could only see an irregular shape, with a lot of zigzag lines and solid hollow dots, like solid geometry and something like that.

It wasn't until I got to the railing and looked down and up, and then forward, and left and right, that I finally understood what it was.

This is a holographic image of the tomb-shaped structure and the distribution point of the mechanism inside the Whistling Peak, which is simulated by high-tech blue light, and the virtual mountain rises from the ground in a magnificent hall like an opera house, and we are located on the mountainside.

They used high technology to simulate the tomb of King Jinjue.

Xia Dongyi expected this, so he would say that it was too late.

Yes, if you don't hurry up, it will be too late, since they can simulate the distribution nodes of the tomb and the organs, they will definitely be able to use high-tech methods to crack the code or find a safe new channel, Xia Dongyi is not worrying, his worries are very reasonable.

Leaning on the railing and looking down, at least a few hundred people were busy in the hall below, some in white coats, some in blue uniforms, some in camouflage uniforms, some bare-chested, and some gun-carrying soldiers in black uniforms. Some are operating some instruments, some are rapidly tapping on the computer keyboard, some are carrying materials, and some are looking up at this virtual mountain, raising their arms and pointing.

Lou Mingjiang pushed me to the left to take the elevator to the first floor, shuttled through the busy crowd to find Yin Sanlang, and even asked a few people, but they said that they didn't see it, and those people were not the slightest curious about us, and hurriedly answered and went to busy them again, as if we were two dusts in the air.

After asking for a while, he finally asked someone who knew, and pointed to the right hand and said that Yin Saburo was in the studio over there. Lou Mingjiang pushed me to walk in the direction pointed by the man, he was not interested in all the people and things around him, he just wanted to complete the task given to him by Mo Yumei as soon as possible, and take me to meet the people I should see and finish the things that should be done, as if he was very reluctant to stay with me for too long.

I think he may have realized some kind of uncertain crisis, which is why he treated me like a hot potato.

And my eyes have been lingering on the holographic image of Tiger Roaring Peak, a beautiful blue peak, and the crowd walks around in the mountain, which has a surreal beauty.

Lou Mingjiang's authority is not enough here, can't open the door to the studio next to it, so I have to use the miniature intercom at the collar to find someone to help, soon, someone came from the other side of the door to answer, led us in, and then walked away silently, in this place where everyone is busy, we two idlers have no sense of existence at all.

The studio was as big and tall as it had just been, but it was not arranged, it was empty, there were no blue-light simulated mountains, and there were very few people, only four or five men in camouflage uniforms operating computers on both sides of the lobby, none of which looked like one-eyed Yin Saburo.

In the center of the hall are two sets of sofas side by side, both facing the huge LCD screen on the front wall.

The area of the LCD screen is huge, occupying the entire wall, and the multi-dimensional shape of the screen that constantly changes colors and shapes has a kind of compelling power.

Overall, it doesn't look like a studio or a lab, but rather like an ultra-luxurious private theater. For a moment I lost my mind, imagining how great it would be to be able to watch a 3D movie here.

When we looked at the meaningless multi-dimensional shape on the huge LCD screen in a daze, the picture suddenly changed, which startled Lou Mingjiang and me.

A picture appears on the screen that looks strange at first glance but is not strange when you look closely.

It was a bit like a Go board, but it wasn't a game.

It was clear to me at once.

The screen looked like a Go chessboard but it wasn't, and it made me understand in my heart that they were simulating the password construction of the tomb door of King Jinjue.

On the screen is a simplified diagram of the tomb door.

Just as Xia Dongyi speculated, they were using modern high-tech gadgets, combined with known clues, to try to forcibly crack the code.

They have already got some clues from the human skin eyes of many black-boned people, as well as clues in Xia Dongyi's paintings, all of which are combined, and the possibility of forcibly cracking them does exist. Even if Xia Dongyi deliberately hides a handful of misinformation in the painting, it won't have much impact, it's a big deal to spend more energy and time when calculating.

What's more, Yin Saburo and his wife are both experts in this area.

I obviously feel that "above" has the meaning of winning, so Mo Yumei will not take me seriously so much.

I looked up at the entire screen, staring at the squares in front of me, carefully recalling what Xia Dongyi said. He said that there are three sets of passwords for the tomb of King Jinjue, two groups are the passwords of the birth gate, and if you make a mistake, you will start the second group, and if you make a mistake, you will immediately start the random mode, which is a chaotic mode without any rules at all. There is only one set of death door passwords, as long as you enter them, the self-destruction devices set up in the nine mountains will be activated in an orderly manner in turns, sinking the entire tomb of King Jin Jue to the ground, and it will not seriously damage the surrounding environment.

This is a more spectacular, more refined, and more proud miracle than the ancient Great Wall of China, the pyramids of Egypt, and the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

But it was used to hold a conspiracy to collapse the world.

What a tragedy.

I looked up at the eighty-one squares on the huge LCD screen in a daze, when I suddenly heard the sound of light and steady footsteps on my right.

Step-by-step, step-by-step, step-by-step, getting closer.

Listening to the voice, I could make out that it was Yin Saburo, and his steps were also ethereal when he stepped on the solid metal floor, as if he was stepping on an old tomb.

I turned my face to look and saw a man with a naked upper body and a pair of loose black trousers underneath, barefoot, walking towards us in a tall posture, his right eye obliquely covered by a black blindfold, and his left eye as sharp as an eagle, looking at me burningly.

Just like Lou Mingjiang said, his appearance looked gloomy and compassionate, like a person who came out of a thousand-year-old tomb.

Probably to express my gratitude for taking care of my brother when he was crossing the river himself, I stood up, faced him, and waited quietly for him to approach.

This picture, at any time I thought about it later, had a kind of fantasy in it, such an empty and cold hall, the gloomy light, and on the wall was a simplified schematic diagram of the tomb door of King Jinjue, and we met in front of the legend of King Jinjue.

I seemed to hear the sound of the wind rising.

Yin Saburo stopped five meters away from me and looked me straight in the eye, as if he hadn't noticed the gemstone necklace around my neck.

This is a token given to me by the Yin family, I think he must have seen it and recognized it, and he should already know in his heart that I have news from the Yin family to pass on to him.

But he looked calm and didn't say a word.

Lou Mingjiang took a step forward, stood side by side with me, and was close to me, reminding me in a low voice that there were surveillance and listening devices everywhere.

I was about to ask him if he could help arrange a safe and quiet place for me to talk to Yin Saburo, but Yin Saburo suddenly took two more steps towards me, looked at my leg and asked how it hurt.

His voice was deep, a little hoarse, gloomy, and his expression was heavy, and I felt that he was suddenly asking this question to prevent me from asking the question I had just asked.

I honestly replied that he had scanned a chip during the inspection before coming in, so he had surgery to take it out, and it must have been implanted by Su Mosen, I don't know.

He looked at it twice, and snorted lightly, it seemed that he really didn't care about my leg injury or the chip, and even the three words Su Mosen didn't stir up the slightest abnormal ripple in his eyes, so he just turned around and walked forward, telling me to follow him.

I hurriedly kept up with Yin Saburo's footsteps, I couldn't take care of the wheelchair at all, Lou Mingjiang fed and screamed twice, seeing that I was walking like a rabbit, he simply threw the wheelchair away and strode to catch up.

We followed Yin Saburo out of this hall and out of the hall just now, through a walkway, through a round hall, chose a door to go out, there was a battery sightseeing car waiting there, Yin Saburo sat in the driver's seat, waited for us to sit firmly, and drove out quickly.

Everything in this place is very advanced, even this seemingly ordinary battery car, in terms of speed, it is also futuristic, a little unbearable fast, the people and objects behind the glass on both sides of the aisle brush and brush, all become abstract pictures, I had to hold on to the handrail to avoid falling when turning, and at one point I saw a pale and distorted woman's face against the glass, and her mouth spit out a crimson tongue, which was very scary.

The speed was too fast, and there were too many turns, a bit like a seasickness feeling, and my stomach was churning faintly, so I had to quickly move my eyes to the front and no longer look at the side.

So I suddenly saw Yin Saburo's bare right arm about ten centimeters from his elbow, and there was a cyan tattoo in the shape of a sickle.

No, it's not a tattoo, it's supposed to be a hidden tattoo.

I was so surprised.

The sickle on Yin Saburo's arm, except for its position, was exactly the same as the one in Xiao Hai's neck, regardless of color or shape.

Even the size is the same.

I looked at it a few more times, carefully scanned the information in my head, and slowly began to understand what was going on.

This is not a coincidence, but a mark of identity that was established several generations ago.

This scythe is an identification that has been passed down from generation to generation using the concealment technique.