Human beings' exploration of unknown things is an instinct. It starts from the moment a baby is born. Living people will never lack curiosity and imagination. The same is true for Xu Qing. After being exposed to too many things that subvert common sense, curiosity becomes more important.
After seeing the transparent corpse in the glass tank, my curiosity couldn't be suppressed and started to jump faster and faster.
Han Xiangyu walked up to him and whispered: "This is the transparent mirror figure discovered from the ruins of Ancient City No. 3 thirty years ago. It was still alive when I first discovered it, but it seems that this thing cannot see the sun. Under the sun
The skin all over the body will become transparent, and he will die in less than five minutes from the ruins underground, and can only be used as specimens for research..."
Xu Qing curled his lips and said: "He was living well, but you so-called researchers had to dig him out. In fact, the sunlight was not the reason for his death, but you people..."
Bang bang bang——
A crisp slap sounded from behind, and then a hoarse drake voice said: "Well said, I dug him out of the ground. At that time, I remember that he would shed tears, as if he was begging me not to kill him.
He was brought to the sun, but I still took him out. Two minutes and twelve seconds was the time it took for him to die completely. This is scientific research."
Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and turned around. He saw the guy slapping his hands. He was a little old man in a white coat. It was impossible to tell his age at a glance, but judging from the few sparse white hair on his head, he should be
He was nearly sixty years old, and his face could not be seen around. There were pits all over his face, as if they were scars left after the skin was severely burned.
The little old man clapped his hands while talking, as if he was beating the rhythm for himself. He walked closer with small square steps, his palms hanging down behind his back, and he looked at Xu Qing with a pair of red-rimmed triangular eyes.
, his eyes shifted to Han Xiangyu's face, and he asked casually: "An ancient warrior sent by the Chinese Martial Spirit?"
Han Xiangyu stood at attention and said in a deep voice: "Report, this is Major General Xu Qing of the Chinese Wuhun Special Forces." From the serious look on his face, it was easy to tell that the old man in front of him had a very high status, at least his military rank was higher than that of a senior colonel.
The little old man raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, turned his gaze to Xu Qing again, and said calmly: "Major General? There are too many military ranks in the Chinese martial arts, and they don't count anyway. Let's just ignore this. You are here to protect us.
These researchers who go to the ruins of Ancient City No. 6 should just do their part."
Xu Qing didn't want to have a meaningless argument with the old man, but the other man's condescending attitude was really annoying. He raised his head and said: "I will do what I have to do naturally, and no one needs to arrange it. As for the military rank of the Chinese martial arts, it doesn't matter."
You are not qualified to comment, I have a bad temper and can't get sand into my eyes."
There were too many holes in the little old man's face, and he couldn't see the expression on his face, but his triangular eyes were always staring at Xu Qing, as if he wanted to see through the person. After about half a minute, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Xu Qing.
The extended palm of Xu Qing's left shoulder was skinny and fleshless, with only three fingers. The ring finger and little finger were cut off at the root, leaving only a ridge.
Xu Qing remained calm and raised the side of his shoulder to meet the grasping palm. This old man was just an ordinary person, so you didn't need to care about it at all. You just wanted to see what he was doing.
Bang! The palms of his hands clasped his shoulders, and the corners of the little old man's mouth raised. He smiled: "What a little General Xu. I take back what I just said. The Chinese martial arts are all brave men. Get some rest early. What's the need?
Just tell Xiangyu."
The little old man muttered a few words, released his palms, turned around and clasped his hands behind his back, then walked toward the north of the hall with small square steps. When he reached the wall, a two-meter-square wall rose directly up. Now,
He walked out of a doorway, and when he walked in, the wall that went up fell down again, and on the surface it became a whole wall again.
Xu Qing raised his hand and brushed his shoulders, and asked in a low voice: "Who is this old man? He's neurotic." He saw the shadow of Dr. He from this old man with a pitiful face. There were similarities in their words and deeds.
Somewhat similar, except that Dr. He was completely different in front of him now.
Han Xiangyu looked at the wall that had been restored to its original state and whispered: "He is the founder of the Special Construction Corps, General Geng Yunpeng, but he prefers others to call him Dr. Geng."
Xu Qing raised his hand and pointed at the transparent man in the glass tank, and asked in a low voice: "Did he really dig out this mirror man with his own hands?" Just now the old man said that he left the mirror man in the sun to die, and he didn't know.
True or false.
Han Xiangyu nodded and said with a serious face: "Yes, a company of soldiers and five researchers went with them at that time. Only Dr. Geng and company commander Han Xugang came back, and they also brought back the body of the mirror man
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"What happened?" Xu Qing's expression suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice: "What about the others? Where did they go?" In fact, he already had the answer in his heart, but he still couldn't help but ask this question.
Han Xiangyu gritted his teeth a few times, looked at the mirror image in the glass tank, and said in a deep voice: "All the soldiers of a company were sacrificed, and there were five researchers. Dr. Geng's two fingers were lost that time.
The culprit is the virus carried by the mirror people, which can only be killed by sunlight. The soldiers of the Special Construction Corps often face various unknown dangers, and they are used to it..."
Xu Qing didn't say anything more. When he looked at the transparent mirror image inside the glass tank again, it seemed that the thing had changed. The pale little face seemed to have a hint of ferocity. A company of soldiers, nearly a hundred
Life was lost in the depths of the Gobi Desert.
Xu Qing was really disgusted when he first heard Dr. Geng say that he killed the mirror image man in the glass tank. He even thought that the old man was the kind of butcher disguised as scientific research, but when he heard Han Xiangyu talk about the tragic part
When he experienced this, he felt a chill running through his body. He finally understood the danger of this mission. What he wanted to protect was people, and what he was about to face was probably not people, just like things in the glass tank.
Han Xiangyu sighed and said: "Dr. Geng placed this specimen in the most conspicuous position to remind everyone here that what we have to face is not the artillery bullets on the battlefield. Our battlefield is here, maybe on the surface.
Creatures that don't seem powerful can easily take away our lives, and only by mastering the properties of these things can we save more people. The Corps is the wall of this restricted area of life."
Xu Qing nodded thoughtfully and said: "I understand. Thank you for teaching me a lesson. Take me to rest. It's best to find a place where I can smoke."