For most residents, the Skyline never seemed dormant, and all its factories continued to operate day and night.
Even though the streets were filled with robe-wearing technicians, technicians and servants, Giovanna Doggy felt very vulnerable, a small group of people wearing ordinary red-brown robes, indicating that they were low-level technicians, and this was everywhere on the avenue of the 121 block of the Skyline, she felt as if every pair of eyes was staring at them.
Every corner of the city is filled with constant noise and low vibrations, which are even more obvious on the streets.
Jovanna doesn't know if they are still being monitored now. In a casting world, only Wanji God knows how many different ways there are to monitor a person's whereabouts, biometric readings, facial recognition, gene markers, spy skulls and even flexible naked eyes.
"Raise your head, girl."
The team leader's intermediate technician pointed out her hesitation,
"You lower your head like this, it looks like you are doing bad things."
But a male technician responded immediately:
"But we did nothing good, and leaving the foundry without permission was a bad idea."
The leading technician glanced at him fiercely.
"The goods must be dealt with. Now Bangula's dogs are frantically searching for all contraband. Once the goods we just took over are found, they are completely gone!"
Only a few people heard his voice, as if a quarrel could solve the problem.
Jovanna listened to them quarrel and felt the torment of fear in her heart.
She felt fear, not just because their small group often trafficked and made some contraband for sale on the black market, although if found out, everyone would be severely punished.
But what is more important is not this, but her other identity.
She was introduced by her mentor a long time ago and became a spy or undercover in the Black Legion. Since she worked in a secondary communication station, she could monitor a lot of key information and send this information to her online - she was her mentor in the past, but after her mentor died of an accident, she became an unknown person.
The advantage is that she has wealth that technicians of the same age will never have, which also allows her, who loves beauty, to transform herself with the most beautiful prosthetic body.
But with the earth-shaking changes of Ulanhuda, she realized that the good days were coming to an end, so she was trying to get rid of this identity or simply leave here and go to another forging world.
But all this requires her to go online to help her.
Disturbed, she took a deep breath and raised her head.
"The argument makes no sense, look around us, this place is as busy as any other time, we have to speed up and don't waste time."
Lumen lights hang on the black pole and crackle, reflecting the golden and orange light that only clouds have.
There is even a place above their heads that is higher than the cast furnace. It is the black shadow of the Brilliant Palace. Its size is almost impossible for ordinary people to understand. Countless skulls made of gold, silver and bones are flying around in the air, and each skull is doing its work for its owner.
"If any guard realizes that we shouldn't be here, we're in big trouble."
"Then we'd better not stand there like stray dogs to attract their attention, okay?"
The leader nodded.
"Let's go, that underground tunnel is right in front."
They followed the team leader, trying to pretend to be indifferent to give the impression that they had a good reason to go there, although Jovanna always suspected that they were not covering it up well.
She could feel sweat flowing out from her shoulder blades, trying her best to suppress the urge to tickle. In order to be beautiful, she maintained almost all her skin, and consumed a lot of potions every day to maintain their flawlessness and tenderness. Therefore, under the erosion of sweat, her arms and thighs that occasionally exposed her robe seemed to be shining, which was very eye-catching.
Soon, they turned into an alley, and at the end of the alley was another street, with an underground entrance on one side of the street.
The skyline ring is not only an above ground part, but in fact its underground structure has reached more than 400 meters and is still deepening. In the ring city where every inch of land is valuable, many warehouses and factories are built underground.
Of course, it also includes slums.
After all, in any casting world, sunshine is an expensive consumer product.
The only decoration at the entrance to the underground passage is the statue of a small silver lighthouse, which is located in a corner, with a candle burning slowly in front.
Only those who know how to do know where this passage will lead. After all, there are millions of tunnels underground in the ring city.
Some people even jokingly claim that there are no roads in the ring city, and they are all authentic.
Entering the passage does not mean that there are no one. In fact, there are more people underground than on the ground. There are countless people and servants coming and going here in the passage that is five people wide.
As they began to go down, she tried to calm the growing panic, and the flashing streamer lights illuminated the course of travel in the tunnel, which was filled with workers commuting to and from get off work, who marched like machines—on one side and down the other—all were in perfect pace towards or from the metropolis above.
The leader used his short and chunky figure to open a downward path for them, and anyone who tried to condemn him immediately chose to bite his tongue when he saw his thunderous eyes and his clenched fists.
Finally they arrived at the transfer station at the bottom, the movement of the crowded crowd was in order, and their bodies were just moving with the push of some kind of crowd.
Guardians in robes kept the station order with crackling weapon sticks, trying to avoid attracting the guards' attention, while the servo skull moved on the top of the crowd, the binary codes installed on the walls made a harsh sound to inform the situation of each road, and kept preaching the policies of the new foundry supervisor.
“Where are you going now?”
Finally, some people in the team could no longer stand this goalless wandering.
"This way."
The leader said as he squeezed through the crowd.
"Don't worry, I have to make sure that no one is following me. The shipment is very large and maybe it can't be processed at one time. We may have to leave the second time."
The intermediate technician led them through a series of tunnels that were indecipherable until they stood on a crowded platform where hundreds of expressionless servants stood.
A twisted, swaying, intermittent code snippet was heard from the worn-out megaphone in the wooden box on the ceiling.
“Where is this place?”
For some reason, Jovanna suddenly felt very uneasy, not from the stiff zombie servants, but the atmosphere around her.
The leader just smiled and then took a step back.
"This is the place for you, first-class communication operator, Jovanna Doggy."
Behind him, a low voice suddenly rang.
Hearing this voice, Jovanna retreated for a moment, she turned around tremblingly, and saw a majestic bronze mask and a pair of glittering green eyes, as well as a special symbol of the parish control of Ulan Huda's secret police.
"Hello, we have some questions that you hope you can help and answer, you have the right to remain silent, and we will also have the right to exercise the Special Interrogation Agreement of K-01-β."