Jiacheng construction site facilities are complete, and the surrounding sound insulation wall blocks the noise caused by blockbuster gunshots to a minimum.

In addition, the construction site is a noisy place, and even if there is a noise in that direction, it is normal. The pile driver excavator or even the blasting sound is not surprising, so although some people heard the sound in the remote suburbs, they didn't think much about it.

The corpses of insect monsters have been completely recycled, and even the blood that has flowed out has been sucked away by people wearing isolation suits with extraction equipment as much as possible, and the places where the corpse has been left are completely disinfected.

The unlucky engineer's body was also taken away, and even his family was not sure that his relatives had died.

The No. 1 board room is temporarily separated by a simple retaining wall, but it is not for the sake of epidemic prevention, but for the study of how these insects and monsters move.

For example, some traces left on the prefabricated house determine their crossing distance and bounce ability at each step, and their speed and progressive habits.

As one of the three major pilot construction sites, although such a big event has occurred, the project still has to continue.

Regarding the question below, whether Li Donglai will temporarily suspend work.

Li Donglai gave a direct answer: "When the sky falls, the project must be completed on time."

On that day, the senior management of the construction site studied the issue in detail with the superiors and Tao Xingzhi's department.

How insect monsters appear can be classified into the same category as the previous changes, but why they are at the construction site is unlikely to "discover human intentions". Instead, they are attracted by something as Huang Jiutian said.

No matter what the situation is, the Jiacheng construction site cannot be stopped, but also needs to be accelerated.

There are two purposes: First, the resources invested should not be given up at will, and there is no expectation to be hidden for the base in the future. As a pilot, the key is to look at the problem.

Second, if the construction site really attracts monsters, why do you need to remove the bait yourself?

Therefore, the construction site resumed operations with extremely fast efficiency, and it took less than half a day to go. Almost the scientific research team resumed construction before leaving. The number of peripheral security forces seemed to remain unchanged, but some personnel were replaced, some heavy weapons were also equipped, and individual night vision equipment and team thermal imaging equipment were issued.

Among military and police members, especially military officers, the purpose of the superior is obvious...

In the secret realm, Qin Xiaoxia and Doudou both retreated for a distance and felt the slight vibration underground.

The former is even more intuitive to feel the changes below like the veins stretching.

It does not grow outward little by little from the center as imagined, but extends outward from countless crystal roots.

After this distance is hundreds of meters, these roots stop and each form a landing point to rotate for a distance.

The rough stone of the mother crystal has shrunk to the point of like a broad bean. If Qin Xiaoxia hadn't been able to sense it, he might have thought it had disappeared.

‘No motivation?’

A layer of purple flame on the burner on the arm releases magic power to the rough stone of the mother crystal underground.

Sure enough, the magic power was quickly absorbed. Although the "little broad beans" did not grow up, the outer roots began to move again.

More tiny whiskers are drawn from the main branches.

In a short period of time, large areas underground were like diluted marshmallow balls formed in a soil layer.

Then no matter how Qin Xiaoxia inputs magic, there is no follow-up action, and the mother crystal rough stone cannot continue to absorb his magic, and there is a small accident.

Although he tried his best to suppress some special attributes of his own magic, his magic still burned a small part of his roots, which scared Qin Xiaoxia so much that he quickly withdrew the excess magic power.

It's still a little bit.

The magnitude of magic is too high for the fragile newborn crystal mine. It is okay to use it to catalyze it, but it won't work just by eating it.

Orthodox "crop fertilizer" is still needed.

Qin Xiaoxia never missed the faceless ghost corpse in the wine bottle as he used to be like now.

In his simple cultivation knowledge, he felt that the more disgusting the fertilization effect, the better.

Outside the secret realm, the afterglow of the setting sun brought a fire cloud in the sky, as beautiful as fire, and as strange as blood...

Shencheng, editorial department of "Where the Warbler Goes".

Cui Ying is browsing the message messages that readers leave on their self-media websites and public accounts one by one.

When she read a place, she paused.

"Earl, another reader here seeks help..."

The Count is nicknamed a male editor in the editorial department. Recently, he is in charge of readers' requests for help.

Hearing Cui Ying's words, he stood up from his seat with some headaches.

Walk to the editor-in-chief's desk and tend to her computer screen.

"It's indeed this person!"

Cui Ying was a little strange, why did she use "Yu"?

"Have this person asked for help many times?"

The Count nodded.

"That's right, but this guy doesn't leave any contact information or call us. He never returns when we send messages from the Internet."

Speaking of this, the Count was like Cui Ying talking about the guy named "Scarecrow" during this period, and also caused the hard work to work.

In the words of the count, it means: "We will try our best to help if we say it. If we don't help, it's another matter. But brother, you can at least let us contact you. Are you sending messages to tease us just to tease us? Be careful that the whine monsters will get angry!"

Cui Ying coaxed him like a child, and then asked.

"How many times has this guy posted?"

"I haven't counted it down, so I have to block this person for four or five times. I want to block this person after he comes a few more times."

"Then does he have any swearing?"

"No, but it's strange. He always sends messages at about the same time, probably after the evening."

The count looked at the watch, at 7:20, and then looked at the message time. It was 6:52, and it was indeed around 7:00 pm again.

When Cui Ying heard this, she looked at the message located in the special message area for readers' help.

(Scarecrow: Save me, save...) Behind it is a mess of letters and symbols.

For some reason, a strange feeling arose in my heart. I rubbed my arms unconsciously and found that I had already had goose bumps.

The Count was still talking to himself.

"To be honest, I don't understand what the fun of this kind of prank is. If there is really a problem, it will always be more effective to call the police, right?"

Cui Ying suddenly asked him.

"Do you still remember the first article of our "Strange Talk"?"

The Count was stunned. How could he forget it? Just mentioning it, he got goosebumps.

"What if the scarecrow doesn't want to call the police, but it's useless, or there's no way to call the police?"

Cui Ying put forward this inexplicable assumption.

"It's unlikely. Why can't I call the police if I can access the Internet..."...

Away from a tile house in a personal greenhouse plantation in Shencheng, a man with stiff body and vines covered in his body sat in front of the table and chair with his eyes blankly.

There are almost a few similar figures in the room.

Everything inside seems to be re-green by nature, with branches and leaves everywhere, making it look vibrant.

A hand that could only move was pressing on the mobile phone that was also wrapped around the vine branches.

The phone has no signal, but the wireless network in the room can be intermittent and the phone's charging data cable is lucky enough to be serialized on the plug.

The screen that flashes and seems to be extinguished at any time is opening the newly made app of "Where the Warbler".

The green of the room is like freezing time at the moment of sudden change.

Within a few days, I could move for a moment when there was sunset, just like the green version of Hawking, but there was only one mechanical obsession in my mind that I was asking for help an hour ago. Leaving a message to help was more like a timed alarm clock rather than a desire to survive.

As the afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared completely, the figure's fingers and body became more and more stiff, as if it had become woody.

In the shed, the green shadows staring at the sunset broke through the soil and gradually plunged into the ground and disappeared.
Chapter completed!