Cui Zuojing shuttles through the factory.
He was not walking fast, and had no special purpose. He was simply observing the condition of the factory. So far, he did not know how many pilgrims were in the site, nor what the so-called secret letter looked like.
There are many workshops in the factory, which are not small in size. The load-bearing walls and the large open iron gates separate them. In the workshops that Cui Zuojing walked through, there are many large machines working and processing countless parts. , The structure of the workshop was similar to the one he had just entered, with tall and large windows.
With the rumbling sound of operation, Cui Zuojing pushed several boxes in the corner under the window, stacked them and stepped on them, trying to see what was going on outside.
The box was not high enough, so he knocked the nails in his pocket against the wall with his fists to form a simple nail ladder, and climbed with his hands and feet like a rock climber.
Finally, Cui Zuojing's head managed to reach the bottom of the window, and there was an endless wasteland outside, only scattered green grass dotted it, making it even more barren.
And the sun is on the other side that he can't see.
Cui Zuojing tilted his head and saw sharply that at the end of the windowsill, twenty meters away, there was a small box.
Huh
Cui Zuojing climbed up on the window sill, stepped on the window sill only ten centimeters wide, with the glass behind him, moved over little by little, picked up the box in his hand, and then returned to the same place and jumped on the box. Open the box.
Inside was an envelope sealed with rose lacquer. Cui Zuojing tore it open and poured out a hard golden card with "Secret Letter I" engraved on it.
Can this thing be used to upgrade cards
Cui Zuojing has not used it for the time being. He plans to save the secret letter first to see if he can grab other people's cards. If there are more powerful cards, he will upgrade them.
As for the situation outside the factory, he was not surprised. As the venue for the knockout round, the circus would definitely not let them leave. Cui Zuojing pulled out the nail on the wall and retracted it, returned to the ground, and continued to explore.
In the center of the workshop, the giant hammer fell one after another, hitting the steel raw material on the track below with tons of force, pressing it into a flat shape. There is no doubt that if something else falls on it, it will definitely be destroyed immediately.
Each factory building has one to four doors connected to other rooms. Cui Zuojing walked through more than a dozen factories, drawing a general structure diagram in his mind every time he passed through a door.
In the sixteenth workshop he passed, he met the first human after entering.
It was a tall and thin young man who was also exploring the surroundings. When he saw Cui Zuojing from a distance, he looked at this side vigilantly, and at the same time quickly approached the place next to him that could be used as a bunker. If there was an accident, he could immediately Keep it safe.
Cui Zuojing ignored him and moved forward on his own.
The young man saw him walking by, he did not intend to attack Cui Zuojing, and he did not take the initiative to attack Cui Zuojing. After confirming that the distance between the two was far enough to allow sufficient reaction time, he moved in a different direction from the young man. The iron gate leading to another factory.
He and Cui Zuojing have the same idea - before the situation on the field is clear, rushing to fight for the opponent's cards to create a conflict will only consume the limited strength of one's own.
Cui Zuojing walked for about three hours, and the rumbling of the machine kept ringing in his ears, monotonous and deafening, and gradually became distracted. The giant machines and parts in the workshop looked similar, or—there were The factory building will be exactly the same as the structure he once passed by.
Along the way, he also met a lot of people, all of whom had no intention of doing something for the time being—maybe there might be, but Cui Zuojing ignored it.
In the fifty-eighth factory building, Cui Zuojing stopped.
If he remembered correctly, this workshop was the one he had just entered. Cui Zuojing still remembered that he came out of the wall on the east side and took a few nails from the track.
He made sure he wasn't going in circles, and to avoid that, he kept heading straight ahead to the right.
So... there's a problem with the space here.
He walked for so long and never touched the boundary of the factory building. If the space here is infinite, it is not suitable for pilgrims to eliminate each other and take other people's cards.
Then, in order to control the scope of the site and make the people inside feel that the factory is boundless, the same factory should appear at many spatial coordinate points at the same time, in order to achieve this effect.
In other words, the real factory has only a dozen or twenty rooms, and the distortion of space makes the factory create an endless feeling.
Okay, this is roughly the case, the next thing to do is to see how the cards in other people's hands are doing.
If Cui Zuojing is right, the final card battle is probably not turn-based. The more cards in hand, the easier it is to win. Otherwise, if the competitiveness of this battle for the right to get admission tickets is too weak, the Less than the effect of eliminating the pilgrims from each other.
Cui Zuojing had an idea for a long time. He didn't need to deliberately search for the secret letters a day and a half ago. When the others had almost collected all the scattered secret letters, he would grab them from them, which was the most efficient way.
He picked up a few pieces of steel that might be used as shells. The parts were very thin, just in line with his intention. With the addition of the slayer's power, the steel pieces were turned into daggers and easily inserted into the wall. Cui Zuojing In this way, he climbed with the steel sheets one by one, and quickly dexterously turned over the top steel frame of the factory building.
Because the steel frame was thick enough to support the roof, it was more than enough to lie on it. Cui Zuojing found a hidden corner where he could see others but it was difficult to find him. He stretched out and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. Looking at it, he slipped his hand and accidentally clicked on the chat interface with Dong Zheng.
Since the two of them have further developed, Dong Zheng has to let Cui Zuojing set him as a special concern. As long as Dong Zheng talks to him in the group or private chat, Cui Zuojing can immediately receive a reminder.
When Dong Zheng wanted to accomplish something, he would sometimes be so stubborn that it made Cui Zuojing feel terrible. Especially in this case, it was useless to protest. Cui Zuojing always said that he should not care about these formalistic things. However, Dong Zheng insisted, so he had to follow him.
But since then, Cui Zuojing has set the phone to vibrate, otherwise it will keep ringing, which is not the way.
Staring at the news that Dong Zheng called him to go downstairs for dinner last night, Cui Zuojing sighed. He couldn't tell how he felt. He flipped through the chat records. Every time Dong Zheng talked to him, he only answered with an "oh", "Okay" or "Got it" seems a little inhumane.
But he really just didn't know what to say.
Maybe it will be better when I get my feelings back.
Dong Zheng should be in other venues, Cui Zuojing hesitated for a while on the dialog box, and slowly typed a line: "Where are you?"
He felt regret after pressing the send button. It is obvious that the other party will not receive the message now. Why do you have to do it again? When the signal is restored from the venue, Dong Zheng may have to make up for it!
Cui Zuojing quickly retracted the news.
Putting the phone back in his pocket, the boy chose a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for the time to strike.
…
Dong Zheng sat on a chair, his hands and feet were electronically shackled to the armrests and the legs of the chair. He couldn't move. The doors of the cell were closed layer by layer in front of him. Fully armed security guards with live ammunition guarded the outside. The security sealed off this small cell and trapped Dong Zheng in it.
This is a confinement room.
The room is ten square meters in size, the chair is welded to the floor, and Dong Zheng is firmly locked. There are cameras in each of the four corners of the ceiling to ensure that there are no dead spots for surveillance.
Dong Zheng woke up from the dimly lit small room, and after listening to the clown's words on the tape recorder, as soon as he stepped out of the room with his front feet, he was surrounded by a group of people wearing helmets and special combat uniforms, and his head was pointed at by a gun.
Dong Zheng quickly understood that this was a prison, they were prison guards, and Dong Zheng was the prisoner who had just tried to escape.
He was taken back to the confinement room.
I don't know how to get out yet.
The Joker's hint said that the venue was called [Space], and all the technologically-savvy facilities told him that it was an interstellar prison, but since the pilgrims needed to fight each other, he would be released from the confinement room soon. Go out and have a chance to fight other pilgrims.
Dong Zheng waited patiently, but waiting does not mean doing nothing.
He closed his eyes, his consciousness entered the inner world, and he stood on the high firewall.
Outside the wall, surrounded by many things that are also assembled from data, positioning wristbands, shackles, electronic doors, cameras... That's all the electronic equipment in the entire room.
Consciousness silently invaded the monitor in the upper left corner, swam along the circuit along the radio waves, mixed in the huge data stream, and swam in all directions along the branches of the circuit.
He "saw" the security guards who were patrolling the corridor, and saw a strange humanoid creature sleeping on a chair in the confinement room next door. There was a small child locked up next door, facing the wall motionless. In the dining room, the cleaners were clearing the tables, and the guards on shift stood talking to each other in the hall.
A flash of red light flashed from the camera at the gate of the prison, and the hovering car that was falling into the parking lot below entered Dong Zheng's line of sight. A man in black, surrounded by many bodyguards and receptionists, got off the car and moved towards the gate. come.
In just a few minutes, he used the numerous camera doors in the prison to establish the general structure of the entire prison. The information flooded in and the headache followed. Dong Zheng immediately stopped continuing to investigate. There was enough information for him to deal with for a while.
His temples were throbbing, and the back of his head was groggy. He didn't know how long it would take for the official competition to start, but during the time in the confinement room, he should be able to ensure safety.
Dong Zheng decided to use sleep to soothe his tense spirit from overusing his abilities.
"… "
"...We can work together and find other people, so why do we have to attack me?"
"...Don't talk nonsense! If you don't want to be beaten, just hand over your card!"
"Since you want to do this, don't blame me for being rude!"
boom!
A loud noise from the collision of metals woke up Cui Zuojing, who was taking a nap. He opened his hazy eyes, stuck his head out, and looked condescendingly.
Oh, someone is fighting.
Still two-on-one.
The young man yawned, without any intention of falling from the sky to save the world, he indifferently gathered up his jacket, continued to lean on the steel frame, and closed his eyes.