Fifteen hours later—

——Walking in the lake and walking in the warm big bed in the flight attendant's lounge, I woke up.

The flight attendant prepared a toothbrush, towel, and a basin of hot water for him to wash it and go to the carriage to find a partner on the journey.

A Xing hurriedly thanked him and learned from the flight attendant that he had suddenly fallen asleep.

Many passengers suddenly fainted like Ah Xing after the mission. The flight attendant would carry these passengers back to the lounge and keep their luggage-

——These passengers overdraw their mental power in a high-voltage environment, and when they return to a safe environment, their brains will suddenly be powered off.

At this time, Ah Xing was silently making records.

"The total duration of the two Knights competitions should be about twenty-eight minutes, and at most it will not exceed thirty-five minutes. During this period, my pyroxene is shining. After this time, I will fall asleep. I will pay attention next time - if I sleep in a dangerous environment, Brother Ming will be so anxious."

When Ah Xing returned to the carriage, he happened to see Jiang Xueming and Teacher Victor leaning against the car window and silently closing their eyes to rest.

So he greeted him warmly: "Hey! Brother Ming! I'm back!"

Jiang Xueming nodded, didn't say anything, but just patted the seat gently and asked Ah Xing to sit down.

As soon as Ah Xing sat down, he was about to ask what zodiac sign Mr. Victor was, but when he saw Mr. Victor's serious expression, he stopped talking and skipped the fun.

The three of them arrived, and Xueming and Victor talked about the destination of the trip and followed the last question and answer.

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Xue Ming took out his laptop and mobile phone and asked Ah Xing to turn on the mobile phone in recording mode.

When the two couples' mobile phones were put on the table, Teacher Victor's face suddenly changed and he wanted to ask.

In order to explain this misunderstanding, Xue Ming immediately raised his hand and showed his straight-hearted heart of a ring finger.

"I have a waiter, and she has a good relationship with me."

Victor asked casually: "Is this waiter your fiancée?"

Jiang Xueming shook his head: "It's not enough, it's considered a blind date arranged by the station, but no one looks very close to you."

"Brother Ming, the recording is on. You have to explain to Brother Qi when you look back... All investigation records must be handed over to our waiter." Bu Leixing shouted.

Jiang Xueming scratched his head, his face full of confusion, thinking that he was wrong?

"I don't mean anything else... I just regard this pair of rings as a testimony to the friendship between the employer and the waiter. But Ling Weng must make the ring according to my ring finger. To be honest... Oh...you..."

Bu Leixing kept making gestures of shaking the bell, as if he was afraid that Brother Ming would not understand - he tried hard to make a lip silence.

"Look, Brother Qi is greedy for your body! She is visually dependent on love. If you hurt her heart in the recording, you clearly say that you will not take the initiative to set up a few tables in front of her fellow villagers. Maybe next time you ring the bell and ask Brother Qi to help her, she will be unhappy and make you passively set a few tables in front of her fellow villagers because of love."

"I~~~~~~~ I don't have any plans to get married for the time being..." Jiang Xueming turned the topic back with a hairpin, "I won't talk about this anymore, teacher, let's have a good chat last time that dead puppet agency?"

Victor put his hands on the table, playing with his pen, looking at the deep darkness outside the window. This place is different from the bright area behind the dusk pass, and there is no strange sun.

“Talk.”

Jiang Xueming opened the logbook in response, took out his pencil, and entered the working state.

"What is the place of the Dead Medal institution before? Have the teacher understood it?"

"It is a beta-level secret. In addition to some VIPs related to it, senior engineers or researchers at the station, and some armed personnel from the command post can know that others cannot access this core secret."

"Can you tell me a little bit of scraps? Why can't you know?"

"Because you are too weak and have too many ideas. If it is scraps, I have said it before. I asked the boss if there is a block similar to the border between life and death in the underground world, and whether there is anything half-dead, so that I can write a book. It introduced me here - everything related to life itself is full of temptation. If you know too much, you can't grasp it."

"Teacher Victor, what you just said was [recommended], right? Is it true that this place does not belong to the boss yet? Do you want someone to recommend it?"

"You are like a candle, Jiang Xueming."

"Please answer these questions clearly."

"Yes, I need a BOSS introduction letter to enter the deepest part of the dead puppet mechanism. There are tight guards there, and there are more than four inner city barracks I see, all of which are information-based armies. This letter allows me to enter the core area and investigate the special creatures between life and death."

Victor was silent for a while, as if he was speaking carefully, fearing that he would violate the BOSS's beta-level confidentiality agreement.

"I can't describe the appearance of this creature, nor can I tell you what it is, but it has many, many subordinates that will have an impact on us humans. In short, before your body and spirit are [breaking into a butterfly], it's better not to try to explore deeper unknown places."

Jiang Xueming nodded and asked.

"What time did you come?"

"I can't say it, I can only tell you that it's not the first time I've been here."

"Will you bring any necessary combat equipment and props?"

"The light source is very important, and the ability to fight in the dark is also very important. Sometimes you cannot trust your eyes, and rely on your nose and ears to distinguish spiritual disasters."

"That is, you don't bring anything other than a WALKMAN, including Mrs. White coffee, sticks and pyroxene?"

"Yes, the armed employees will give me weapons, and I will fire fire, but if I want me to deal with monsters, the ammunition of light weapons is probably useless. Even bullets that hunt large animals like 50 AE are difficult to cause effective killing. Heavy weapons like main battle tanks or self-propelled artillery cannot be deployed in complex and extreme terrain environments, and when the muzzle is set up, these cunning beasts have long been running deeper in the underground world - I can only rely on sticks, pyroxene, and my will to fight them."

"Why not wear spiritual clothes?"

"Sixteen years ago, the station did not have spiritual clothes. At that time, many passengers died in the investigation mission, repeatedly entering and leaving the same plot. Many stimulation from ancient objects or spiritual objects made them crazy - the disease and mortality rates of newcomers were very high, so we had this procurement plan to make a cradle for ordinary passengers. But for us VIPs, spiritual clothes are just a constraint. Which adult have you seen going out to the streets wearing children's crotch pants every day?"

"Victor, I suspect you are mocking me."

"Jiang Xueming, I don't have that meaning, it's just a metaphor. I like your flamboyant clothes and full of vitality."

Jiang Xueming peeked into Teacher Victor's eyes, and the hot eyes didn't seem to be lying.

The instruction manual of the spirit robe reads - although it can protect passengers from the trauma of inspirational stress response, it will also weaken passengers' inspiration.

Perhaps for VIPs, in a strange environment with high pressure and high risk, keen inspiration is more important than anything else. After all, in that environment, any sudden disaster is fatal and inspiration must not be numb.

There is another thing. Teacher Victor just said that the spiritual clothing procurement plan started sixteen years ago, but the writer looked very young - there were no wrinkles on the corners of his eyes, and occasionally he was proud and could not see the squid lines, no white hair or dark circles, and he would not be over twenty-five years old at most.

Could it be that this writer started writing books at the age of twelve or thirteen and went to the underground world to take risks?

It's impossible...

No matter how brave the middle school boy is, he is not as brave as this, right?

Although Jiang Xueming was very curious, he still suppressed his curiosity. After all, asking about other people’s personal affairs in the underground world is very offensive and rude - because hunters usually do this.

"Teacher, we're about to get off the bus. Let me summarize, see if there are any missing." Jiang Xueming stood up his notebook and looked towards Victor. "We are going to a dark and light-free place. That place used to be a key facility in the station. Later, after a change, it turned into an unknown block in the abbreviation of the downgraded abbreviation."

Victor nodded: "Yes."

Jiang Xueming continued to ask: "Listen to the teacher's description, it should be a city. Why is this city built here? What is its main function? You can't tell us these things directly because of the confidentiality agreement - but the block you are in and the block we are looking for is not far away, right?"

Victor nodded: "Yes, maybe I can help you when you encounter difficulties - of course, as long as I don't."

Jiang Xueming continued: "It is the place where life and death juncture, and we only know so much information at the moment."

"The remaining investigation matters are required by your security officer to tell you." Victor breathed a sigh of relief, freeing himself from Jiang Xueming's pressure to interrogate the prisoners. To be honest, he felt like he was facing readers who were urging updates. Under the pressure of confidentiality agreement, he could neither spoil the spoiler nor disappoint the readers. "After all, I don't know which area, street and building you are going to--the station is doing a good job in this regard."

"I think it should be to prevent the random armadillo hunters from appearing in different batches of passengers who get off the bus at the same station. This point-to-point, single-to-stop management method is very safe, but it consumes a lot of manpower. Thank you for your teachings, I have no other problems, teacher." Jiang Xueming was about to put away his notebook, and the strong curiosity in his heart emerged again.

He really couldn't imagine that while creating stories, he had the time to go deep into the ground to experience such a thrilling life.

If Victor's creative style continues to pursue [real] experience from beginning to end, and write what he sees and hears into his works - this is a task that the twelve-year-old Victor would never be able to accomplish.

So Jiang Xueming asked.

"Teacher Victor, I have a very, very... very... immature idea that may offend you..."

Victor looked slanted, his face full of anger: "Don't call me [you]."

Jiang Xueming immediately changed his words: "I have a question that may offend you and want to ask you for advice."

Victor didn't care: "You can try to offend me."

"How old are you this year?" Jiang Xueming regretted it as soon as he asked. When talking about age, a very complicated expression appeared on Victor's face.

How complicated is it?

On the young face, the corners of the mouth twitched unnaturally, and the emerald-like eyes immediately became darker, and they were no longer as energetic as before.

It’s not like being angry, but it’s like sighing at the ruthless melancholy and frustration of time.

Jiang Xueming quickly comforted: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to answer..."

"Did you... I heard me say so much just now." Victor waved his hand, unwilling to look at Jiang Xueming. He just looked at the boundless darkness outside the window, and his eyes gradually became more and more energetic, reflecting the cold headlights of the carriage: "I talk about the spiritual clothing purchases sixteen years ago - are you guessing my real age?"

"Yes." Jiang Xueming was not ready to lie, but just told the truth: "Teacher, you look very young."

"Because I am an immortal alien." Victor turned his eyes back and stared at the two little guys in front of him. "I am a [Desperado outlaw], as the word literally means - I should have died long ago, long ago."

A Xing took a deep breath: "Teacher, what do you mean is, have you eaten Tang Monk's meat? Is it immortal?"

"You can understand this." Victor shrugged without any reason, so he simply leaned on the back of the chair, and speaking the little secret in his heart was a sense of relief.

"Then...teacher, how old are you this year?" Jiang Xueming's questions were getting more and more. "I can take a look at your passenger ID..."

"No!" Victor suddenly gave Jiang Xueming a look, and in a flash, he turned into a non-salty and unpretentious attitude, and explained casually: "To be honest, I'm a little angry. I don't want to say anything more - talk about something relaxed! Children, say something relaxed, are you willing to listen to my story?"

"Wow!" Ah Xing hurriedly arched to the table, looking like a curious baby.

Jiang Xueming put everything away and listened attentively.

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To be continued...