The "source" can be extracted from strange corpses and is probably more than 100 times more precious than gold. It can be simply understood as a kind of spiritual energy.
The human soul can actually extract ultra-high quality "sources".
Lao Yang painstakingly took out a scientific instrument over one meter tall and weighing 300 kilograms from the box.
It looks like a large refrigerator, with two long antennas extending from the top of the head. After pushing the instrument close to the red mist, it accurately measures the local ether value and physical parameters.
The dial indicators on the instrument jumped back and forth, and some screens lit up for a moment and then dimmed quickly.
After a moment, he said: "There is a high probability, a confidence interval of more than 90%. I can think that this is a parallel world similar to the earth, and the physical rules have undergone subtle changes here. The area covered by red mist
, will interfere with the use of some electronic products, and high-yield weapons such as hydrogen bombs will most likely not be used."
"In addition, electromagnetic communication will also be blocked by the red mist."
"Okay, supernatural events must be solved by supernatural means. Don't think about nuclear weapons all day long."
No. 1 was not discouraged, but felt that this incident was expected.
Although hydrogen bombs are often used, it is very simple and crude... There are simple methods, and who doesn't like simplicity?
Lao Yang released some more weather balloons to survey the dark red sky above.
Various high-standard cameras are installed on the balloon, as well as several eyeball-like monsters - "silent voyeurs". In addition to voyeuristic quirks, this weak monster also has certain animal characteristics and will do whatever it takes to
Hide so that no one can find you.
If someone occasionally feels like being peeped in life, it is this guy who caused it...
There are quite a few of them, and some individuals have been tamed by humans to a certain extent to enable them to conduct thorough reconnaissance of movements in distant areas.
"High-altitude reconnaissance may take some time, more than 10 hours. It will just give us some time to rest."
"Preliminary investigation shows that this layer of red light has a small amount of corrosiveness. It is really a terrifying demon. A parallel world is about to be swallowed up."
Lao Yang asked: "If its body is extremely huge and is not even in this world, what should we do?"
No. 1 shook his head slightly: "Let's consider this issue when the time comes. There is no need to worry about it in advance."
He turned his head and asked Chen Xinyi and Smith: "Do you have any items left by Comrade Zhao? It only needs to be items that have been used recently. Items used by the glutton 'Xu Zhijun' are also acceptable."
Smith quickly said: "Does this gun count? He has used it before, and his fingerprints are still on it."
"Yes." No. 1 took the pistol and began to use copper coins to predict whether "Comrade Zhao" would live or die.
There were a few soft "ding-dong" sounds, and the copper coins rolled to the ground.
The results were astonishing.
"I can't tell whether this guy is dead or alive. He seems to be in a Schrödinger state?"
No. 1 smiled in his heart and calculated the "incarnation of the devil". It was normal for the inexplicable results to appear.
I started to calculate the survival status of "Gluttonist Xu Zhijun" again, and this time the calculation was very clear. "Xu Zhijun" is most likely still alive and in a confused state.
But the position of this glutton is also in Schrödinger's state and cannot be accurately predicted.
"Xu Zhijun...is not dead yet."
The black guards have encountered too many similar incidents. Human beings are transformed into weird things. Occasionally there will be a period of flashback, but the final result is often completely swallowed up by instinct, with few exceptions.
This time, No. 1 is actually looking forward to it. Will the existence of [Game] bring some special surprises?
The reaction of [Game] is also very strange. On the one hand, it faintly conveys the message to humans; on the other hand, it does not want to be found by humans.
I have absolutely no idea what its purpose is.
"It seems that the time has not come yet, and it wants to play on its own, right? After all, our expedition team is a bit strong. If we really meet, the protagonist will have no role." No. 1 thought wildly and felt a little funny, "
Then I won’t look for you, E-class Comrade Zhao, just wander around by yourself.”
He also predicted the fate of their group's actions this time.
"Ding dong!"
The copper coin rolled several times on the ground and landed smoothly.
The results are out.
Old man No. 1's pupils shrank slightly - Ji!
"I know that even though I know there are tigers on the mountain, I can only walk like a tiger on the mountain. I really can't retreat."
"Wait, why is it a lucky number? What does it mean!"
No. 1 was suspicious. He even suspected that he had made a mistake. They didn't come here for a trip, so why did it become auspicious?
Could it be related to [Game], but no matter what, can I still get some benefits?
This result was so strange that I couldn't help but want to recalculate it. But as the saying goes, "the secret cannot be revealed", the accuracy of the recalculated result is far less than the first time.
"What's the result of the divination?" asked the foreign friend next to me.
"Big bad news." The old man thought for a moment and replied quickly.
"Oh, it's normal..."
Everyone looks bad.
The blood demon is about to swallow up this parallel world, and the earth will be pulled into this hellish place. What else could the result be but a catastrophe?
"Everyone, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. People always come up with solutions." Old Man No. 1 smiled calmly, "Have a good rest tonight, recuperate your energy, obtain preliminary investigation results, and officially set off tomorrow."
People return to their own lounge, which is a small flat floor on the upper floor with a very good view.
The gluttons around here have been cleared away, so there is almost no danger.
In this parallel world, it seems that there is no day or night, and the red light hanging on the horizon never disappears.
From a distance, I saw several gluttons wandering around on the first floor. They were considered very good bodyguards.
After confirming that the surroundings were correct, the old man lay on the simple mattress, closed his eyes, breathed steadily, and fell asleep peacefully.
It's not that he is careless or heartless, but he has a special ability - precognitive dreams!
Starting from S-level investigators, you must have life-saving abilities in the time or space system.
For investigators, the value of life-saving abilities is much higher than the ability to attack. Because the number and types of weirdness are almost unlimited, only by protecting yourself can you investigate more information.
Precognition is naturally considered a type of time system.
This ability is called "predictive dreaming", which allows people to effectively learn information related to their own lives while sleeping, with almost no side effects - except for an uneasy sleep and the occasional wake-up call.
Of course, this thing doesn't work when it malfunctions.
After all, dreaming is something that humans cannot forcibly control.
However, the precognitive dreams of Old Comrade No. 1 follow a subjective rule. The greater the psychological pressure, the easier it is to dream; the closer the situation is to death, the easier it is to dream.
He was dazed... dreaming about it!
I dreamed that I was a member of the expedition team in the last century, a tomb robber named "Pan Hao", riding a small boat to the "Utopia".
The leader of the group was a white aristocrat named "Gregory", and they spent the whole night in a small temple.
"Ding-a-ling, jingle-a-ling."
The sound of wind chimes sounded.
At dawn, a red monster floated over from outside the temple. This group of people was massacred by the red clothes!
Like grasshoppers crushed to death by wheels, the expedition team only resisted for a few moments before being completely annihilated.
In the cold morning, the crisp sound of wind chimes, miserable wails, and desperate roars intertwined into a chilling symphony.
Pan Hao's last bitter smile was particularly profound in the dream, "It's not easy to do this, the last vote to wash hands in a golden basin!"
"Um?!"
open one's eyes!
No. 1 woke up from his sleep with lingering fear and found that he was covered in cold sweat.
Recalling the dream just now, I slowly calmed down.
I was quite surprised and doubtful.
"It must be a precognitive dream..."
"Who is Pan Hao?"
"The explorer who once died in Taoyuan Village...a story that happened in history?"
This dream was so clear that it made him immersed in it, especially the feeling of being on the verge of death.
So true!
"Why does it appear in dreams? Will we encounter this monster in the near future?"
Old man No. 1 frowned and pondered for a moment, puzzled.
He thinks this thing...
Not too awesome!
It's not that he is conceited, he has experienced too many risks in his life cycle.
This kind of weirdness with a clear entity, no matter how powerful it is, there are ways to deal with it.
The red-clad sadomasochistic field expedition team can do it, but if they encounter an international-level team, they will only serve as food.
The strange objects in their hands can fight against lesser demons, not to mention a little strange creature in red.
but!
Why did this dream appear and appear so clearly?
This scene seems a bit abnormal.
"Could it be the incarnation of the Blood Demon?" He frowned tightly, thinking hard, "should we find a way to kill it?"
Kill the incarnation of the Blood Demon. Not only will the Blood Demon not be able to go berserk, but it will instead sink in the abyss of ether.
"Incarnation" is actually quite complicated, and involves the anchoring of the "Devil" in the real world.
It is not easy for "demons" to invade a low-entropy world, and they must have a strong enough anchor.
There may be many anchors, but "incarnation" must be the strongest anchor.
The expedition team is eager to encounter the real incarnation of the Blood Demon, wrap this incarnation in a (fake) shroud, and then throw it directly into the fragments of another dimension.
Cutting off the anchorage of both sides, the Blood Demon had no choice but to sink.
Of course, this is a good thing that makes you laugh out loud just thinking about it, so don’t place too many high hopes on it.
"This treasure hunting expedition team has some modern equipment, but it is not as advanced as it is now. The timeline of this story should be decades ago. Could it be that the weird man in red has become stronger as the decades have passed?
?”
It's not impossible.
Thinking of this, the old man wrote down the information with pen and paper, and described it again with voice on his mobile phone.
Then, start drawing images from your dream with a pencil.
Turning on the headphones, he said: "Xiao Chen, please ask the people over at the headquarters to check the life stories of 'Pan Hao' and 'Gregory'. They may be the expedition team that disappeared decades ago.
I drew some simple portraits."
Chen Xinyi is still awake at this moment: "Mr. No. 1, it's just two people's names, it may be difficult to investigate... and it's information from decades ago. There was no Internet at that time, so it's not necessarily true that a lot of information is lost."
No. 1 said: "I have already drawn the portrait, so try your best. It may involve important information about this matter."