Bai Liu and the others left Taishan Station and came to the place where they had been resettled before. They found that Fang Xiaoxiao, who had been dug out from the crack in the ice before, had disappeared.
"Fang Xiaoxiao also took other team members away." Tang Erda's expression was grim.
Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu: "So are we going to find them next? Where will they go?"
"I probably know why Edmund left, and where they will go." Bai Liu breathed out a white breath, he looked into the sparse snow at the edge of the Antarctic continent, which was shimmering in the gloomy sun.
Bai Liu showed a relaxed, slightly joking smile: "-It seems that another player has put a lot of pressure on the bottom boss, Professor Edmund, and he has to give up the experiment on us temporarily and turn to Leave to target this player."
Liu Jiayi is always the one with the fastest response. She turned to look at Bai Liu: "Is it a spade? What did he do?"
"Go to the main task of the game." Bai Liu looked back at her flatly, "- Let the world warm up."
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Next to the pure white Ross ice shelf.
In the sea near Victoria Land, the seawater contains a lot of salt that can make the freezing point of water drop below the freezing point.
Before the arrival of the polar night, it is the coldest time when the Antarctic cold and warm water meet the coldest sea. As long as people fall in for fifteen minutes, they will be fatal because of the loss of temperature.
And in such seawater, it is obviously a very eye-catching thing to see a human being sinking smoothly like a whale.
A tent-like warehouse built with snow blocks was randomly stacked on the shore, containing canned food, jackets, a pair of neatly placed socks and a sleigh cart.
A drying rack is supported on the sleigh, and a pair of large-sized boxer briefs are hung on the sled. They are being dried on two burning solid alcohol lamps.
It seemed that he was reluctant to wear the underwear of others found in the observation station, and chose to dry them for reuse.
A small red flag is inserted on the top of the snow "tent", swaying violently in the sea breeze, and the material on it emits a peculiar fluorescence in the coming night, which is quite conspicuous.
The people in the sea floated up and down twice, swimming at an abnormally fast speed, even faster than when they started to eat a lot and store fat seals and killer whales for winter.
At least when these two creatures were tentatively hunting this man, he just made a slight stroke, turned around easily in the water, and in the blink of an eye passed under the mouths of these two top predators in Antarctica.
Bubbles overflowed from his lips-only from this point could it be realized that this guy was a strange human, not a cold humanoid monster born in the cold sea of the ice sheet.
Even the seal trying to hunt him may feel strange in his heart-why this prey can't feel any heat radiation.
Like ice, even colder than ice.
Before they struggled to come up with the answer, this cunning "prey" swept across their fierce fangs again, swinging their feet, opening their eyes slightly, and dived into the deep sea where no light was visible.
Ten minutes later, the spades came to the surface, and a tide gauge weighing hundreds of kilograms came out of the water in his hand.
He stepped barefoot on the ice and walked forward, dragging the instrument surrounded by the huge orange frame with his left hand to draw a long trace on the snow. The water on the eyelashes and hair became ice before it dripped. He stretched out his right hand and crushed it.
This approach is very dangerous, it is easy to injure the eyes and skin, and it is also easy to cause severe frostbite and contusion.
But this kind of damage does not seem to show harm to the spades.
This kind of fatal damage and temperature to normal humans seemed so trivial to him, not even worth the second time he stretched out his hand to take care of the ice fragments between his eyelashes and forehead.
The fine ice is like small diamonds that have not been simply polished. It hangs loosely on the firm and smooth body of the spades. It will be refracted at certain angles. The amazing light gleams on his low temperature. On the skin.
He is not overly strong. When the shoulder blades are tightly tightened, he looks thin, but the proportions of the skeleton from the shoulders to the waist and abdomen to the ankles are really good. The muscles are thin and tough covering the back of the neck to the back of the instep. It seems that the amount of muscle attached to each bone and each joint has been carefully calculated to create such a strong and well-proportioned shell.
After the skin is soaked in sea water, it does not turn blue, but emits a kind of enamel light after the marble has been polished, a kind of translucent white of loved ones.
It's like an art product that is still unsatisfactory after being carefully carved seven billion times. Most sculptors all over the world have to be mad to engrave such a semi-naked sculpture.
The only pity is that the small half of the face of this sculpture is covered by hair, and only a lower jaw that fits this artwork-like body can be seen.
The spades were like shimmering boulders that couldn't feel the cold, dragging the heavy load forward at a constant speed, finally melting them with eyeballs and body surface temperature.
So this bit of bright light also disappeared in the huge wind and snow that was howling, no one could detect such a bright scene of this cold monster after diving into the deep sea.
Spades casually threw the instrument weighing several hundred kilograms aside with one hand, knelt on top of the instrument, bent over and found the inner gall of the instrument, and then drew out the whip without hesitation, like a dagger. Holding the handle of the whip with the same backhand, he stabbed it in.
After the poking, he realized that he had done something untimely, and slowly opened his mouth, "Ah".
[This is a whip, not a dagger! ! Not a long knife! ! It's not an awl or a crook! Can only dump! ! You can't stab, hack, and chop! 】
Spades reflexively recalled the new teammate who had just transferred, what the insane Judge was crying in his ears, crashing and roaring hoarsely:
[Give me good use of the whip! Don't put all the methods of using strange weapons on the whip! Give me a little respect for the weapon form I use! ! Do you know how many points the guild spent last year to maintain your weapons! 】
The man bitterly accused him:
[Hold the handle of the whip and poke it all over the place without hesitation. Will your conscience hurt when you use it? Do you know how expensive the material is inlaid on it! 】
Spades really don't know this, he is only responsible for winning the game, and never cares about everything except the outcome of the game.
He recalled how he answered the new player who had just switched back to the killer sequence at that time:
— [It’s okay to win. 】
He seems to be very good at attacking various weapon forms, and he doesn't know why the final weapon form fixed by his personal skills is a whip.
Spades don't like to use whips very much. He makes short knives or cones more comfortable, but they can do it with whips.
Because although he uses a whip, he can also use the whip to use other weapons to attack, and exert a very strong attack power.
So in the end, he can often achieve his core goal-to win the game.
So he has never cared much about this, but his league teammates, the rebellious judge, are very concerned about this.
No matter how many times the rebellious judge warned him with tears in despair, the spades would still do their own way and use the whip in their own way.
So the judge activated his skills. He predicted the future of spades and threatened him evilly, saying, spades, if you don’t practice the use of the whip well, you will lose to someone who is better at using the whip in the league. The player with the whip!
The spades care about the outcome, so he listened a little bit this time.
From entering the game to the present, the spades have been throwing their whips in a satisfactory manner. Although it is not easy, it is not unusable.
But I just got it right, I used the whip handle to directly stab the inner liner of the tide gauge.
But the annoying new player was not there and didn't see the tragic scene, so the spades just paused for a while, and proceeded casually with the whip to pry open the steel skin of the instrument, and dig out the inside wrapped in layers of waterproof plastic cloth. A thermometer.
The spades tore open the tarp, and inside it was a small metal box that was shaking.
This is a very peculiar little box that makes high-frequency irregular movements in all directions. It keeps making very sharp high-frequency vibrations in the hands of spades. Just holding it will shake people’s bones. Shattered.
The spades gathered the five fingers, leaving a clearly visible fingerprint on the metal box.
He squeezed the box directly, and then pressed his thumb on the side to buckle inward with his fingers, poke a hole in the box.
Pressing the hole he poked with his fingertips, the spades turned and brought the small box back to the snow tent.
A lot of dusty things can be felt on the finger pads constantly hitting, and his fingernails are congested.
It should be painful, but unfortunately he can't feel it very much.
Spades bent down and hooked the dried boxer briefs, then bent down and searched in the tent with one hand, found a bottle of strong acid in a glass bottle, and then directly held the box and baked it on the alcohol lamp.
He stared at the flame of the alcohol lamp with his eyes motionless, breathing very lightly, the jumping candlelight cast a warm beam of light in his eyes, and the cold skin gradually became warmer under the baking of the alcohol lamp.
Also warming was the metal box held by the palm of the spade.
The metal box was heated to an unbelievably high temperature, and the outer skin was faintly red. The spades holding the box made a sizzling sound of ice evaporation from the box, but he didn't seem to feel hot at all, and he was still indifferent. Holding tightly.
The dust inside the box vibrated faster and faster under the high temperature heating, and the whole arm of Spades was trembling frantically.
After not knowing how long he was roasted, the arms of the spades slowly stopped shaking. It seemed that the particles inside had been roasted at a constant high temperature to lose their vitality. He finally felt it was okay, put his hand back, opened his fingertips and pressed it. The hole in the box I was living in, dumped the strong acid in the bottle without hesitation.
The strong acid made a fierce reaction sound, and gas continuously overflowed from the opening of the box, and even the surface of the box also reflected a dark oxide film.
Spades looked down at the box, and he heard his own system announcement:
[System reminder: Congratulations to the player Spades for destroying the particle meteorological response device (521/600)]
[The game is coming to an end, please keep up! 】