Sibaan's words may be difficult to understand, but the facts before him clearly provide all the footnotes Lin Sanjiu needs.
When she was young, her parents bought her Lego bricks. She would sit on the floor and play with them all afternoon. The scattered parts of different shapes could be so tightly combined, scattered, or
Being used in different corners - the same batch of parts can ultimately show different appearances.
If Lego bricks still have limitations, then the building in front of you seems to have freely transcended all limitations.
When Lin Sanjiu looked back, the long, wall-like gate behind her was completely broken into pieces; the land rose and fell between the iron gates, slowly moving and interlacing.
——The park where she just bumped around like a headless fly found a new order in the slight buzzing sound, and the staggered paths and scattered courtyards were quickly and neatly paved into squares.
"So that's it," she murmured, feeling the smooth and steady movement of the iron gate under her feet: "The protection park I saw last time during the day turned out to be like this."
"It can also form a thousand different structures and compositions," Sbaan shrugged, "as long as you can think of it."
His hands were empty, and he didn't have any "baton". I wonder if he had already put it away.
"But you didn't touch the structure of the arsenal." Lin Sanjiu asked, staring at the steel city in front of her. The reorganization of the protection park had pushed the two of them to the door of the arsenal. On her own, she was probably
Even after walking all night, I couldn't find an exit in the conservation park; in this place, there is no exit anywhere, but anywhere can be an exit - "Why? Can't it be split?"
"Okay," Siba'an took the lead and jumped off the iron gate. When both of them landed, he pointed forward and said with a smile, "Look."
Lin Sanjiu, who had been worried about how to get in just now, suddenly realized that his worries were in vain. The road opened for the two of them without any hindrance. At the end of it, the steel city wall towering into the sky was approaching.
On the ground, a rectangular doorway opened.
It was as if someone was going to open a door in this wall and then forgot about it; with just one step across it, Lin Sanjiu walked into the heavily guarded Steel City - and it was so easy to get in.
, really made her want to sigh.
Most of the details of the cold and hard arsenal were submerged in the dim night; the dim yellow light of the distant street lamps dyed its vague outline, and the straight iron-gray lanes stretched in front of us. Even the lanes of the arsenal looked like they were made from iron.
Cut out of a block, horizontally and vertically, without emotion.
"...However, the easy road ends here." Siba'an smiled at her, his green eyes flashing in the dark night. "There will always be someone stationed inside the arsenal. If there is any more movement, it will be dangerous."
I'm going to alarm them. What's more, I haven't gotten the baton for this part yet."
"Huh? But on that wall..."
"Because that part is the 'border' shared with the conservation park, you can also use the baton of the conservation park to create an entrance." He seemed unwilling to explain in too much detail, and just raised his chin forward: "What happens next?
It’s easier.”
This "not easy" probably refers not only to the fact that the two of them have to face the arsenal; Lin Sanjiu knows it very well.
...If that moment really comes, with her fighting power, can she fight against Sibaan?
Thinking of this, she waved her hands a little feebly: "My night has been difficult enough. Please let me take a breath before setting off."
Fortunately, the ground of this steel city was also paved with soil and stone bricks. She sat down with a bang and called out a handful of crooked hairs from the card library - under Sibaan's straight gaze,
She pulled out a few small balls and stuffed them into the gaps between the stone bricks.
Compared with carefully collecting the remaining hair, this process is actually not too embarrassing.
Clapping her hands, Lin Sanjiu changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "Well... I want to ask you a question."
"you say."
"I have never asked you, what happened in the arsenal?" She frowned, remembering what the two Mao brothers once told her. "As the Minister of Security, why did you have to sneak in quietly in the middle of the night like this?
No?"
"Not anymore." Sibaan sat down next to her, and a wind mixed with the faint smell of figs and the smell of blood rushed up. "I am a little concerned about the Arsenal's increasingly close relationship with the other twelve organizations in recent years.
I was curious...so I did some research."
"Oh, yes, you said that the Twelve Organizations have already achieved symbiosis...?"
"Yes, that's exactly the conclusion I realized after investigating." Siba'an smiled at her, and his hair was messy. He tied his blond hair into a short ponytail, his expression calm and natural: "I saw some
Things, and a few people. The next morning, I left the arsenal on the pretext of hunting down the puppet master. I thought they would probably notice that the baton was missing soon after I left."
"What did you see?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but ask.
"If the time is right, maybe you can see it with your own eyes." Siba'an did not answer, and took a long breath; the white breath dissipated in the dark night. "No matter what, it has nothing to do with our trip.
It doesn’t matter.”
Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when this action was mentioned.
"Although I left you behind," she murmured in a low voice, not sure if this was considered an apology, "but there was a reason... you asked me for help, and I still plan to do it for you."
"I had no doubts."
According to the original plan, they should split up after coming in. Lin Sanjiu sat on the ground for a while, feeling that his physical strength gradually recovered, but he couldn't say the word "let's go" - he wanted to split up.
This aspect of action made her decide to sneak in quietly by herself.
what to do?
She had a vague idea of what Sibaan was going to do tonight; but she couldn't let him just go. What if it was really what she thought...
Finally it was Sbaan who broke the silence.
"Do you feel better?" he asked in a low voice. When he was so close, his voice almost filled the air like smoke.
At this moment, Lin Sanjiu suddenly made up his mind.
"Okay." She looked at the straight alleyway ahead, "Where is your first target?"
"Commander's Tower." These words sounded so soft and sweet, as if they were not stained with blood.
Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes and exhaled. She didn't care what happened to the commander of the arsenal, so she could do whatever Sibaan wanted. She paused and whispered: "I have to make a quick decision.
.How much firepower can you draw away from me?"
The blond man let out a low laugh from his lips, and his warm breath captured Liang Ye.
"If you need it, all the firepower in this steel city can fall on me."
"That--that's not necessary," Lin Sanjiu waved her hand quickly, and then realized that this was his usual speaking style. "Tell me where the commander's tower is? I'll rush to see you as soon as I get it.
"
Sibaan looked at her for a while in the flickering light and shadow of the night, and suddenly sighed. When she thought he was going to object, he silently pointed the direction for her.
After taking inventory of her belongings - what was surprising was that after such a night, her weapon bag was still on her back - Lin Sanjiu stood up and nodded towards Sibaan.
"Take care of yourself."
Without any unnecessary words, the two of them turned and walked in different directions; in an instant, the figure of the blond man completely blended into the dark night. When she held her breath and listened intently, she couldn't even catch the sound of the wind in the distance.
arrive.
She still remembered the path she took when she came in last time, so she found the building and the ladder frame on its outer wall without much effort. With the experience from the last time, she quietly followed the ladder frame
Climbing up to the rooftop; and repeating the same trick to turn the rooftop door lock into a card - obviously, the arsenal has never figured out how she sneaked in last time, so it has not adopted a more effective defense method.
When the door slid open silently, Lin Sanjiu did not rush in. Whether it was pure touch or [scanning in consciousness], it showed that there was silence behind the door, with no signs of life. But she still waited for a while, and then
He walked in in a flash.
The researchers at the arsenal were all gone, and all the lights were dark. Only the skylight let in a little bit of night and starlight, immersing the interior of the cylindrical brass building in darkness.
Lin Sanjiu walked into the lifting box, and the low buzzing sound of the gears and twisting belts as they turned suddenly echoed in the silent building, almost startling herself. She took out her flashlight and scanned it back and forth while descending.
A few laps - When a flashlight flashes through an empty building in the middle of the night, it always looks strangely strange.
When she came to the same door for the second time, she couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.
It was such a headache all the way to the arsenal, but I didn’t expect that it would be so easy to complete the mission in the end. Lin Sanjiu listened for a while, and couldn’t tell whether Siba’an had started attacking the commander’s tower—it was very close to the commander’s tower.
The tower spanned more than half the distance of the arsenal. Even if there were sounds of battle, she might not be able to hear them through the brass walls.
She used the flashlight to find the location of the hinge on the door, and inserted her fangs into the narrow gap. With an up and down stroke, the hinges connecting the door and the wall were immediately disconnected, which was easier than cutting tofu.
She grabbed the doorframe, held it steady before it slid open and hit the wall, slowly leaned it against the door, and then walked in step by step.
In the shadows, the "scholar" composed of countless skeletons, pipes, and branches is standing tall and silent in the center of the room, like a prehistoric dinosaur fossil.
