08:30 Athens time.

There are 11 hours and 26 minutes left in the countdown timer of Han Jiji's life in Taiji Dragon Academy.

The warm winter sun shines on the colorful garbage, and the children in galoshes are chasing and playing, and their faces are filled with joy in the world. The brunette boy with mud spots on his jeans tube lit the garbage and baked a piece of food that looked like a pie, surrounded by several children who swallowed saliva and looked at the pie whirling on the fire with wide, eager eyes.

At the door of the room not far to the left of Cheng Mo, a young man took a 1 euro coin from his pocket and handed it to the woman standing by the pillar, and then they entered the room with the curtain together. Soon, Cheng Mo's keen ears caught the rapid gasp.

Tired adults push rusty bicycles along the narrow road in the middle, and every now and then a crisp bell and scolding ring. The small shop in the middle of the house was barred with an iron fence. In contrast to the bright windows of the shops outside, the grocery store was dark, and the fat boss in a gown drove away the refugees sleeping in the doorway, set up a stall in the hallway, and threw a bunch of second-hand goods on plastic sheeting. There was also a snack bar diagonally opposite Cheng Mo's curled corner, a Middle Eastern woman with a headscarf stirred a crockpot, spread the gray noodle sauce on a lightly oiled iron plate, and soon spread out a pancake, lifted it with calloused hands and threw it into the basket aside, the goatee man standing beside her, hung a blood-stained goat's torso on the iron frame, and countless flies were circling around the emaciated corpse full of ribs and torso.

At this moment, Cheng Mo felt that all the colors in front of him were extremely real by the pungent smell. It's so real that it's so stimulating that your brain will twitch at the memory of the strong smell. It's not just the dilapidated alleys and crumbling buildings, it's not just the cheap spice smell of women and the filthy stench of sweat on men. There is also a kind of vitality that grows vigorously in the decaying body of the city.

From the perspective of ordinary Chinese people, this is undoubtedly a nightmare that is divorced from reality, and it is difficult for the vast majority of Chinese people to imagine this hellish living environment. But from a higher perspective, Cheng Mo saw a dynamic community that grew savagely.

Cheng Mo, who is familiar with history, knows that slums appeared almost simultaneously with cities, from ancient Rome Subra (note 1) to Luzuo (a place where the slums lived) in the Qin Dynasty, from the slum of St. Anthony in Dickens's A Tale of Two Cities to the slum of St. Michel in Hugo's Les Misérables, from Skid Row in Los Angeles to Dahavi in Mumbai, in fact, the development of cities is always tied to slums, and it is the product of uneven social distribution and economic development.

At present, the only way to solve the problem of slums is Huaxia, and the solution is very simple, that is, to draw a circle on the wall and write the word "demolition".

Although this practice has caused certain social problems, in Cheng Mo's view, the overall benefits outweigh the disadvantages.

Cheng Mo curled up in the corner of the wall and observed the situation of the skyscraper without moving, while studying the problem of slums with two minds, although this problem has nothing to do with him, but Cheng Mo has always been keen to think, in such an environment, he will involuntarily think deeply about this phenomenon.

Time passed like this, and Cheng Mo was not in a hurry, for him, Hydra was related to the Black Death, and it was not all bad, after all, he was also a trainee doctor of the Black Death, maybe with the "plague" he could blend into the skyscraper in front of him, but without the leadership of Neiying, even if his identity was not a problem, he would definitely be suspected, and he could not find a suitable reason and way, just entering the Hydra headquarters as a junior doctor of the Black Death was tantamount to a fool's dream......

At noon, Cheng Mo received Fu Yuanzhuo's WeChat, asking him where he went, and asked him if he knew about Chen Fang, Han Jieji and Liu Jiayuan, and then told him that all the new students of Taiji Dragon were indignant because of the live broadcast post on the "Chosen One Forum", like Cai Shufeng, Gu Feifei and Du Leng They all took the initiative to ask Ying to find Han Jieji, but they were rejected by the instructor, and now the new students of the entire Taiji Dragon are in a state of public anger, although they can't bear it, but everyone is paying attention to the live video on the Chosen One forum.

Although Cheng Mo watched the video, he didn't read the message at the bottom, his mind moved slightly at the moment, guessing whether the murderer would take the initiative to leave a message, so he replied to Fu Yuanzhuo, "If you have something, contact you later", he opened the Chosen One forum and entered the death live post, at this time, the number on the glass sink had jumped to 7:21:44, and the water in the glass sink had reached Han Jiji's chest-high position. At this time, Han Jieji was in a very poor state, his hair was wet, his eyes were gray, his face was pale, his lips were blue, his cold and shivering body was leaning against the glass sink, and it was obvious that his skin was wrinkled, and the fear of imminent death made his expression show a kind of despair that made his heart twist.....

Even if Cheng Mo has always been as hard as iron, such a picture is a little unbearable to read, you can imagine how depressed this picture will be for ordinary people, even Cheng Mo feels that giving Han Jiji a pleasure at this time will make people feel better, so that it will not be so breathless, and even doubt that humans are creatures.

Cheng Mo sat in the corner, flipping through the messages below, while looking up at the entrance of the Hydra headquarters from time to time. The messages at the bottom are all condemning the murderer.,Even the stalker doesn't want someone to violate the "Chosen One's Convention" so blatantly.,According to the "Chosen One's Convention" to capture the other party's body, as long as the other party pays the demanded ransom, the other party must be released, unless there is any unsolvable deep hatred, and there is also the act of killing the other party's body desperately, but this kind of simple torture and killing for money, even the inner world can't tolerate it.

It's not that there are no people who applaud each other, but only a very small number.

Cheng Mo took a closer look, but found a lot of messages from Taiji Dragon members, but those who cheered for the murderer were not like what the murderer said, most of them were not too big to see the excitement, or some of the chosen ones who hated Taiji Dragon, and did not speak from the murderer's position, and it seemed that the murderer did not leave a message in the live broadcast post.

Cheng Mo didn't find anything in the message, so he didn't continue to pay attention to the live post on the Chosen One forum, and wholeheartedly observed the situation of the Hydra headquarters, and throughout the morning, Cheng Mo didn't find too many people entering the skyscraper, nor did he see too many people coming out. According to Bai Xiuxiu's investigation of the situation yesterday, many of the bottom ten floors of the skyscraper are dormitories, in addition to entertainment facilities and canteens, so it is normal for no one to enter or exit, but so many people must need a lot of food, so how should these foods be transported in?

This makes Cheng Mo feel a little strange, because the skyscrapers surrounded by the slums in the middle, there is hardly any road that can lead to slightly larger trucks, according to Cheng Mo's observation that the people in the slums use a kind of motorized tricycle or three-wheeled bicycle to move goods, this kind of capacity is enough to meet the small shops inside the slums, but to meet the headquarters of Hydra, it is definitely not enough.

So Cheng Mo stood up from the corner of the corridor, intending to take a look around the skyscraper of the Hydra headquarters. The slums in the afternoon are not lazy, busy like a bazaar, but there are not many serious peddlers here, standing next to the mottled pillars of the paint, most of them are some very old women, wrinkled women stand in the shadows avoiding the sun, pulling the passers-by, the young women all went to the red light district at the front of Aristotle Street, in the deepest part of the street, only the poor old and decrepit people remained, Cheng Mo saw that someone gave a few euro cents with a brass silver edge, so he pulled a woman with a tulle half-covered face into the house。

People are so cheap here that it's incredible, Cheng Mo didn't have too much emotion, walked to the end of the house, across a clean open space like a square is the headquarters of Hydra, Cheng Mo walked around the skyscraper as if looking for something, and didn't find any patrols, but found that there was a relatively small entrance and exit on the side of the building plane, there was no door, as if you could enter casually, Cheng Mo tried his best to look inside, and it was pitch black as if there was nothing. On the other side of the rusty Ferris wheel, there is a basement entrance, but the basement entrance is sealed with cement bricks.

Cheng Mo changed places and sat in a position where he could barely observe the front and back doors of the front and back doors at the same time, but until the sun fell, he found nothing. Until six o'clock, Cheng Mo calculated the time, there was still an hour and forty minutes before Bai Xiuxiu could activate the carrier again, but there was only one hour and fifty-six minutes left before Han Jiji's twenty-four hours ended, which means that no matter what, it was impossible to expect Bai Xiuxiu to sneak into the Hydra headquarters and find Ayala or Beret.

Cheng Mo hesitated for a moment, and sent a message to Bai Xiuxiu, asking her if the team that searched for Han Jiji had any gains, and Bai Xiuxiu replied to Cheng Mo after a while, and in the afternoon she had already found the owner of the glass sink, a magician who was going to participate in the Athens Magic Festival, the Athens Magic Festival and the Athens Art Festival are equally famous for their events, but the Athens Art Festival is generally held in June, and the Athens Magic Festival is generally held in December.

The owner of the glass sink, Gialino, is a magician from a magic show company in Las Vegas.

According to Jia Lino, who is still in the United States, as long as you master the mechanism, it is actually easy to escape from the sink. In his magic trick, he will pretend that he can't open the handcuffs on his hands when the sink is filled with water, and then struggle frantically in the sink to attract the audience's attention, taking the opportunity to rotate the mechanism at the top of the glass sink, at this time, the side of the glass sink facing the audience will become one-way glass in a very short moment, and at the same time, the bottom is able to open a gap for people to enter and exit, and the water pump at the top will also increase the force of water inlet to make up for the loss of water leakage at the bottom. That's when he was able to escape from the bottom.

This means that as long as Han Jiji analyzes that the sink in front of him is a magic prop, and finds the switch located at the top edge of the sink disguised as a rubber gasket, even if no one rescues him, as long as there is no external interference, he can survive smoothly.

Cheng Mo felt that according to Han Jieji's state, it was absolutely impossible for him to survive if there was no one to rescue him, so he typed and asked: "Is there a place to find the sink? The whereabouts of such a big thing should be easy to check." ”

After a while, Bai Xiuxiu replied: "The other party pried open the props warehouse prepared for the magician by the Organizing Committee of the Athens Magic Festival in the middle of the night, and dragged away the sink with a truck with a forged number plate..... The whereabouts of the truck have not yet been found, and now all the staff have stopped what they were doing and joined the search team..... The main targets were abandoned factories and warehouses located in Peristri, a suburb of Athens. ”

Cheng Mo took his mobile phone and fell into deep thought, the winter sunset had fallen into the city's skyline at this moment, he looked up and saw that the electricity in the slums had not been cut off at this time, and the warm yellow light was revealed in countless dilapidated small buildings, but the Hydra headquarters in front of him was still immersed in darkness.

Cheng Mo stared at the Hydra headquarters in the dark, and began to try to get himself into the murderer's mind, he had to find out a complete logic for the murderer, why did he freeze Liu Jiayuan into a "thinker", why did he go to great lengths to give Han Jiji a prop sink that could escape...... The image of Liu Jiayuan being frozen into an ice sculpture appeared in his mind again, he closed his eyes, and used the powerful memory ability of the carrier to make himself feel like he had broken through the shackles of time and space and returned to the Royal Olympic Hotel.

Sunset, rose petals, frozen Liu Jiayuan, a thinker with one hand supporting his chin, ice sculpture at the door of the balcony looking down at the temple. Glass sinks, magic props, countdowns, survivors struggling in the water...... All these images swirled like a marquee in Cheng Mo's mind.

But for Cheng Mo, the answer is still very far away.

As the sun gradually sank into the horizon, night fell, the lights of Athens were lit up, and the nearby Licabetto Hill was like an oasis floating in a sea of lights.

At the moment when the lights in the slums went out, Cheng Mo, who was contemplative like a contemplative, suddenly stood up, clenched his fists, and whispered like a dream: "Iron foundry..... Iron Foundry ....."

However, when he came back to his senses, Cheng Mo found that the surroundings were plunged into darkness, and the electricity in the slums was cut off, Cheng Mo's heart was shocked, according to the twelve hours of power supply, it should be eight o'clock now, and twenty-four hours have passed.

Cheng Mo hurriedly took out his mobile phone and sent Bai Xiuxiu a message "Foundry Iron Factory", and then quickly opened the Chosen One forum and entered the live broadcast post, the red number on the glass sink has become 00:00:00, the water in the sink is rapidly draining from the bottom of the mechanism, and the ice-like Han Jieji, like a rock on the shore, shows his rugged true face in the low tide water.

He hung his head, his left hand caressing the knee of his half-bent right leg, and the index finger of his right hand hung down to the heel of the foot stepping on the rock.

Statue – "Adam".

Like The Thinker, it comes from Rodin's large sculpture The Gates of Hell.

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