Melissa asked softly, although she knew there was a rock ahead, she was not completely sure.
"The partition wall at the end of the tunnel."
The judge told her so.
"The excavators have moved away all the landslide stones, but these things block us, and the style is too unified to be natural, perhaps part of the alien building, and the purpose is not clear, so we can't get around."
"Maybe it's one of the other tunnels..."
After looking around, the one-eyed mercenary said this.
"No."
Melissa shook her head, her fingers slashing across the rock.
Its existence is filled with her consciousness.
".....the surface has a radian, which is a sphere, very large."
"Sphere?"
The technical priest made a questioning voice.
"If it is, my machine cannot detect it-"
But the judge interrupted him.
"Our interpretation is meaningless, she may not be very sure, but it is very likely, yes, we should trust Ms. Melissa."
Then, Leonard Meyers looked at Melissa and whispered in an unprecedented, respectful tone:
"Can you tell me what is opposite? What will we discover if we break through the past?"
Melissa endured the pain, forcing herself to take a more comprehensive look at these terrains, and in a place where distortions are more realistic, she is ready for the worst attack, and she is sure she is about to encounter the core of subversive forces.
However, she found nothing.
This sphere is hollow.
Inside is a huge emptiness, an emptiness full of unknowns, but without enemies.
“There is nothing there.”
Melissa's tone also became full of uncertainty.
"This sphere...is an empty shell?"
"Empty shell?"
"No, maybe it's some kind of center."
As she said that, she took her hand away.
“It is possible that it is the source of the entire underground structure.”
Leonard Meyers nodded thoughtfully and whispered:
“As I said before, this is a machine.”
The judge's words were more like talking to himself, but the choice appeared vaguely in front of Melissa.
This is something she shouldn't believe, and it's something she can't avoid.
However, she also wanted to know whether she agreed with the annoying, crazy conclusion of the judge.
She is not very sure.
The judge was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and said to the people around him:
"Let's do it now, block here, no one is allowed to enter and exit without my orders, and we will find a way tomorrow."
So the day ended like this and everyone returned to the camp to repair or rest.
The servants began to make fires and cook, while the soldiers and mercenaries kept their weapons as usual. Although they had not shot a single shot in the past few days, Pao Shangxing itself is a huge battlefield now, and no one knows what will happen and what will happen in the next moment.
Being prepared will never go out of date for those who lick blood from the knife.
Melissa's choice is different from others.
She chose to sleep.
At first, her sleep was stable until the night—
The shadow hit Melissa, and the attack happened very suddenly, beyond her expectations.
All defenses remain protective of themselves, which is the barrier she examines when she is mad, but there is nothing these barriers can do about the power behind the shadows.
The impact it brings is breaking through the barrier between subspace and the physical universe, disrupting her dreams.
As a strictly trained legal psychic, Melissa tried to search for her echoes in vain as soon as her dreams were ups and downs.
But her soul vision failed, the waves of the subspace swallowed up the light, and as she stared at the darkness, the attack suddenly came.
It came to her room, and when it appeared, Melissa felt that she had no longer existed.
But she is strong and agile. She also strives to control herself in her dreams and decisively closes the link between spiritual consciousness and subspace, get rid of its claws, and establishes her own defense.
Speed, strength and training, these seemingly useless daily training helped her.
But the shadows still shattered Melissa's shield, and they grinned, and their laughter turned into a razor to brush her skin.
Then he roared again, and the voice turned into a curse, drowned her consciousness.
When she woke up again, this was the first time she was blind in her life.
"How could it be-"
Melissa gasped, fighting the suffocating panic in the cold winter of her senses.
She could feel the expansion of her chest cavity, gradually regaining consciousness, and then bent her fingers and felt her fingers scraping on the metal floor, which meant that she fell from the bed.
I also felt a tingling sensation on my neck and back of my neck, and obviously the posture was not very beautiful when she fell.
Gradually, she gradually understood her position and the surrounding conditions, and her consciousness gradually woke up from paralysis.
A terrible concept envelops her-
She became vulnerable, not knowing how long she had been in a coma and lost her responsibilities.
What's worse is her knowledge of what happened.
She was attacked and there was an attacker.
Then she stood up and left the floor, and her perception of her surroundings returned to her, but it was not as perfect as before, as if they had all degenerated.
She reached for her cane, which should be leaning against her seat.
Melissa held it, stabilized herself, then cheered up and reached out her hand cautiously.
"hiss--"
She mumbled in pain, warm tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.
Sharp, jagged spots appeared on her retina, interfering with her perception.
They are like claws and broken glass, some invisible concreteness of pain, and twisted madness superimposed on madness.
She was wondering if this was a sequelae of touching the mysterious sphere during the day?
Melissa felt very thirsty, but there was no water in her room. She wanted to find some water outside the tent to drink, so she walked to the entrance of the tent and gently lifted the curtain.
I saw that it was as calm as water outside, and there were several bonfires burning in the distance, and they were the watchmen.
Seeing the light, Melissa's heart calmed down. She was about to walk over when she suddenly saw a shadow flashing in the dark.
"Um?"
In doubt, she concentrated on her mind and even used some of her remaining mental power to observe a vague figure walking carefully towards the deep pit, but there was no one in the guards who were supposed to be guarding around her.
"He is—"
Melissa hesitated for a while, and the word "rape" jumped into her mind.
There may be a spy in the team!
This is a big deal. Knowing that things are not simple, she strengthened her vision again and finally saw the person's identity clearly, but she was so scared that she shivered with her hands-