Bai Chunian pressed the communicator, squatted down on the ground, scratched his hair: "Aiyo, first check what you have over there and what you can do."
The puppeteer leaned slightly: "What's going on."
Bai Chunian took out a spare communicator from his backpack and handed one to the puppeteer: "I guess there are several types of testing. The experimental subjects who took the combat and assault route were sent to the force testing area, and the brain-type experimental subjects were sent to the intelligence test area." There are different types of detection areas, such as auxiliary detection areas and command detection areas. When there are researchers watching from the observation platform downstairs, they will be sent to the corresponding detection areas according to the type of experimental subjects. Now there is no one in the elevator. Control should be given randomly."
"Eris and Rimbaud are both force-assault-type experimental subjects, so they were sent to the force detection area in the past, and no one like the stalker should be sent to the intelligence detection area."
He took out the map and spread it on the ground, and circled the detection area with his fingertips: "This area is the detection area, which is stacked vertically, so I ignored the functional distribution."
Professor Lin Deng only annotated the word "detection area" here, without explaining it in detail.
The puppeteer looked at the communicator given by Bai Chunian. In fact, he could communicate with Eris because he installed a micro-communication device in Eris' ear in advance. However, he still put the communicator on his ears, thinking that Bai Chunian was really testing their truth all the time, and he would not be easily fooled.
The puppeteer walked to the elevator and glanced at the completely locked elevator door. The inside of the elevator had been swallowed by the flames of the incinerator, and it was impossible to go back the same way.
He returned to the entrance of the force detection area, where a silver seal was tightly sealed. He lightly swept the dust on the lower surface, took out the eyepiece from the pocket of the leather apron, and confirmed that the material was a man-made material.
Bai Chunian put away the map, went to the puppeteer and touched the wall blocking the entrance. He stroked the surface of the wall with his palm, and when he stroked the center, a row of small laser numbers appeared: "Current punch strength: 0kg. Average punch Force: 0, number of punches: 0."
"The machine for measuring punching strength probably requires pure strength to break through the wall to get in." Bai Chunian exhaled immediately, poured strength into his left hand, and quickly punched out.
With a muffled bang, the small laser numbers began to change:
"Current punching strength: 586kg, average punching strength: 586, number of punches: 1."
The white light digits turn red, and an error reminder is issued while flashing.
Bai Chunian flicked his wrist, this punch already used 80% of his strength.
The puppeteer raised his eyebrows slightly, is the striking force of more than half a ton still not up to the standard
That's right, apart from some of the experimental bodies cultivated by the research institute's headquarters, the experimental subjects that can be selected to the research institute's headquarters are all top elites selected from major training bases, and all indicators must be terrifyingly strong.
Bai Chunian started to sway his sword again, trying to put his fingers on the surface, using the bone tempering ability, trying to penetrate the wall.
The wall didn't budge.
The puppeteer wore goggles to explore, and slowly said: "This is a synthetic carbon nitride material with a β-C3N4 structure, and its crystal hardness exceeds that of diamond. Your bone tempering limit hardness may not be enough. It looks like it can only be broken with bare hands."
Bai Chunian flicked his numb wrist again, looked at the wall and studied: "I am not a force assault type experimental subject. Why don't you go? Aren't you also A3?"
The puppeteer shrugged slightly: "I'm not a test subject."
"I've never won Rimbaud in a competition like arm wrestling. The concept of production is different. I'm a guiding type and I don't like violence." Bai Chunian knocked his head helplessly, "Oh, I forgot, you are human. Then It's over."
"Your IOA should have looked into this."
"I have investigated your identity, Alpha Redback Spider. But every time I think about it, I am still surprised. After all, Rimbaud is an experimental subject, and I always thought that the driver was also an experimental subject."
Bai Chunian pondered over another way to break through this wall.
"No, what drivers have in common is that their abilities are endowed by nature, without human intervention." The puppeteer said.
While they were quietly thinking about other methods, they heard various violent noises such as ping-pong-bang, bang-dang bang-dang, and squawking from upstairs.
Bai Chunian looked up at the ceiling and pressed the communicator: "Honey, why are you smashing the door?"
Rimbaud was a little out of breath: "Yes."
Eris' voice also squeezed in: "What, smashing a door immediately raises another door, endless."
"There must be problems on your side, look carefully." Bai Chunian sat down, and simply looked for a breakthrough from them first.
Eris said, "What subject? There's nothing on the door but a bunch of grids."
Rimbaud added: "There are two pens, capacitive pens, and I charged the pens."
Bai Chunian touched the solid wall in front of him. There was no grid on it, and he took out his mobile phone to look at it. There was no signal, and it was impossible to take pictures and send questions.
The puppeteer asked: "Can the pen write on the door?"
Rimbaud tried it: "Yes, you can write black electronic handwriting."
There are actually two square grids in front of Rimbaud and Eris, which are displayed on two doors, like two chessboards.
After discovering that the capacitive pen can write, Eris grabbed a pen and scribbled on the grid, drawing a hanged stickman, a seppuku stickman, a beheaded stickman, and a stickman anyway.
Rimbaud wrote in the grid seriously, 1234567... filled the entire grid.
After a while, the grid lines flashed red, and a piece of paper was spit out inch by inch from the crack of the door. The paper fell to the ground and was picked up by Rimbaud.
It read: "Transcript. Score: 2, Evaluation: D, this test failed."
Rimbaud frowned, and found that Eris had also received a report card, which read: "Score: 1, evaluation: D, this test failed."
Rimbaud laughed out loud: "A rag doll without a head."
Eris twisted the report card into a ball and threw it back: "It's just one point higher than me, and the evaluation is all D. How can you do better, anyway, you are not qualified. It is because you wrote more words that you get higher marks."
Rimbaud folded the report card and stuffed it into his backpack: "I'm only three points short of the perfect score, which is a very good result."
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"Forget it." The puppeteer listened to the discussion between the two on the communicator, and looked at Bai Chunian, "Let's find a way to solve our predicament first."
"Stand back." Bai Chunian twisted his wrist, stepped back half a step, took a deep breath, and concentrated his strength on the center of his fist. A wave of brandy-flavored pheromone was instantly activated, and the varicose muscles in his smooth arm swelled, and a white lion front paw transformed from the fingertips to the forearm to the big arm, paused slightly in the air to accumulate power, and struck forward at an extremely fast speed. hit out.
Boom! The gust of wind he brought lifted the hem of the puppeteer's trench coat, and the puppeteer calculated his strength in his heart.
A tingling sensation from excessive force quickly spread from the fist bone to the entire arm. Bai Chunian had a pained expression on his face, the flesh and blood on the fist bone were ripped apart, and fine lines were cracked on the white bone.
Bai Chunian held his left hand, gritted his teeth and endured, the wound began to heal from the pain. He raised his head and saw the digital display on the wall began to beat.
"Current punching strength: 6794kg, average punching strength: 3691.5, number of punches: 2."
Nearly seven tons, amazing striking power. The puppet master commented in his heart.
The light displaying the number turned green, and a piece of paper was slowly spit out from a small gap in the side wall.
The puppeteer took the paper and said, "Well, it's a report card."
This is a piece of paper with a background pattern that looks like a certificate of award, on which is printed: "Score: 78, Evaluation: A, this test is qualified."
The solid hit test wall rises slowly.
Bai Chunian took the report card and glanced at it, surprised and angry: "I only got 78 points?" He raised his head and kicked the wall: "Come down, I'll take the test again."
On the other side of the communicator, Eris interrupted suddenly: "Oh? Out of one hundred?"
Hearing Bai Chunian talking to himself, Lan Bo silently took out his report card from his bag, rubbed it into balls and ate it.
After the impact force test wall was raised, a corridor appeared, and the two walked inward along the corridor for about 30 meters.
I thought the test would end behind the wall, but unexpectedly, a row of cubes of various materials were neatly arranged in the second room, and the electronic numbers on the wall showed: crushing force test.
"..." Bai Chunian gasped, stepped forward and knocked on those cubes, including granite, refined steel, cast iron, and lead.
"Hey..." Bai Chunian sat down on the spot, shook his sweaty neckline, and fanned the cool breeze with the report card: "I'll take a break."
After a while, Rimbaud's voice suddenly became tense: "Randi, Randi."
"Fire..." Rimbaud's breathing became rapid: "Fire is coming from the elevator."
Bai Chunian regained his energy and became vigilant. He glanced back at the way he had come. He quickly walked back along the corridor to the entrance and took a look. Sure enough, the flames had already engulfed the elevator, and the scorching heat rushed towards his face. The destruction device didn't stop, but was used as a countdown, slowly chasing, ready to destroy slow-moving experimental subjects at any time.
It was a brutal game, and he felt it right now.
"Help them break down the door first." Bai Chunian was a little anxious, he ran back quickly and sat down on the ground, he knew that Rimbaud was afraid of fire. Eris' body is made of ceramic material, so it doesn't matter if he is burned, so the puppeteer will not be in a hurry.
The puppeteer did not procrastinate, and asked softly: "Eris, tell me carefully what is on the door, don't miss it."
Bai Chunian sharply raised his eyes, looking at the puppeteer's expression. He didn't look so calm either.
Is the core of Eris's new machinery not fireproof? What non-fireproof materials are suitable for the core
At this moment, there is no time to think about it, Bai Chunian can only think about Rimbaud's safety first: "Ranbo, tell me how many grids are in a row and how many grids are in a column."
"Seven." Rimbaud counted carefully, "There are seven squares anyway."
Eris replied, "There is a small number written on the outside of the grid, 175."
Rimbaud: "Me too."
Bai Chunian and the puppet master paused and looked at each other.
"Forty-nine-square magic square."
"Fill 1 to 49 into the grid, and the sum of the horizontal and vertical diagonals is 175."
"Two grids cannot be repeated." Bai Chunian snapped his fingers, "This is simple."
But they don't have a pen and paper, so they can only fill it out by mental arithmetic.
In the communicator, although Rimbaud didn't ask for help, his breathing became very heavy. It must be that the temperature had risen to a level that caused him pain.
"Don't be afraid, I'll read your writing, start from the first grid, and write horizontally." Bai Chunian closed his eyes, imagined the grid in his mind, and then read the numbers in order from memory after filling in, " 30, 39, 48, 1, 10, 19, 28, have you filled out the first line, the next line, don’t be afraid, listen to me, I won’t burn you.”
In fact, it is not difficult to fill in the 49-square magic square. You can fill in it from the middle according to the rules, but Bai Chunian needs to dictate to Rimbaud, so he can only read it from the first square.
The puppeteer needs to fill in a different magic square. He sits down, closes his eyes and draws a grid in his mind, gestures slightly in the air with his half-gloved hands, and silently says in sequence: "Eris, the first One line, 32, 41, 43, 3, 12, 21, 23..."
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Rimbaud took the lead and said, "It's open."
Eris picked up two report cards from the ground and read the words on them: "Score: 100, evaluation: SSS, this test is a pass. Damn, what's so great about doing such a boring question."
He handed Rimbaud's report card to Rimbaud, looked at his own, and murmured in a low voice, "Score: 100, evaluation: SSS, this test is qualified. Well, it is indeed the Knicks."
Rimbaud squeezed into the open door before the flames were about to lick the tip of his tail, and crawled into the corridor. Eris followed closely behind, rolled into the door on the spot, and quickly ran deeper.
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After successfully helping them complete the first test, Bai Chunian heaved a sigh of relief.
The puppeteer patted his shoulder lightly and put his hand on his shoulder. Bai Chunian opened his eyes, and exhaled slowly: "Fortunately, I made it in time. My wife almost died. Why are you always messing around with me?"
"I didn't hang on to you." The puppeteer leaned over and used the eyepiece to observe the cubes on the ground for testing the crushing power, standing four or five meters away from Bai Chunian, "I've been here all the time."
Bai Chunian was stunned, and slowly turned his head to look at the hands on his shoulders.
A severed hand dripping with blood was hanging on his shoulder.