noffsinger Chapter 162 The Fruit Feeder is Not Random
Chapter 162 The Fruit Feeder is Not Random
The paper was half burned.
The remaining half.
The edges were curled up.
The words are still there.
Chen Fan spread the paper on the table.
Si Mo stood on the opposite side.
The light from the signature shone on the paper.
Several lines of burned text were visible.
[Wuzhishan Fruit Feeder Profile]
【Number: ■■■】
[Archive Status: Destroyed]
[Time of destruction: ■■ years ago]
[Burned Person: ■■■]
There is one more line below.
It wasn't completely burned.
[Original file states: Fruit feeders were not random.]
Chen Fan looked at the line of text.
Non-random.
It's no coincidence.
It was arranged.
Si Mo said, "It was mentioned in the old files."
"A demon monkey is imprisoned beneath the Five Finger Mountain."
"The Heavenly Court has set up a restriction."
"Mortals cannot get close."
"unless."
She paused for a moment.
"Someone let it in."
Chen Fan did not respond.
Keep scrolling down.
There were still a few sheets of paper left after burning.
the second one.
Fewer words.
The edges were badly burned.
Only a few words remain in the middle.
【observe】
[Inducement]
【Calibrator】
Three words.
They are arranged in a row.
There should be more text before that.
It was burned.
There are words at the end as well.
It was also burned down.
Only these three remain.
Chen Fan held up the paper.
Look at the signature in the light.
There are marks on the back.
It's a mark left by writing.
It wasn't left by the person who burned the paper money.
It was even earlier.
When writing the original file.
It was pressed out by the pen nib.
He watched for a while.
I recognized a single character.
[Bureau].
Si Mo saw it too.
"Bureau".
"What bureau?"
"A scheme to feed fruit."
"Or some other game."
Chen Fan put the paper down.
"have no idea."
"But someone burned the files."
"Someone else burned it and wrote 'Don't investigate.'"
Si Mo said, "Burned and written."
"Not just one side."
Chen Fan nodded.
"One side is destroyed."
"A warning from one side."
"None of this is for us to see."
Tali remained silent for a moment.
The signature is lit up again.
A new message pops up.
[Guanyin Temple - Observer - Message]
[Content: Clues from previous files have been reviewed]
[Additional comment: When the fruit feeder enters Wuzhishan]
The Heavenly Court's restrictions have not been lifted.
[Mortal flesh is not permitted to enter]
Unless a pass is granted.
【or】
There is an inside man.
Chen Fan finished reading.
Si Mo said, "The Amitabha Sutra also says so."
"She thinks so too."
"The fruit feeder didn't fall by accident."
Another signature popped up.
[Jin Chanzi - Message Delivery]
[Content: My Time at Lingshan]
I heard something...
The monkey trapped under Wuzhi Mountain
[More than one floor]
The restrictions are inanimate.
But those who keep the prohibitions
It's not dead.
[Someone tampered with it]
Who exactly is it?
【have no idea】
But they are not from the Heavenly Court.
Si Mo looked at that line.
"Jin Chanzi's words."
"You can't believe everything you hear."
Chen Fan said, "But we can't completely disbelieve it."
He said he wasn't from Heaven.
Who is that?
"Ling Mountain".
"Or something else?"
He gathered up the remaining paper.
Three.
It contains less than fifty words in total.
But there's enough information.
The fruit feeders are not random.
Someone let it in.
Someone set a trap.
There has been observation.
It is misleading.
There is also a calibrator.
What is a calibrator?
There was no explanation in the file.
Chen Fan arranged the papers in order.
The first one.
[The fruit feeder is not random]
the second one.
[Observation] [Induction] [Corrector]
The third one.
The back has the character "局" (ju).
Si Mo said, "Should we continue the investigation?"
Chen Fan did not answer immediately.
A sound came from outside the tower.
Not in the direction of the main hall.
It is the lower level of the seventh tower.
Point for submitting a retrial application.
Someone is submitting an application.
The sound was very mixed.
Unlike those zero-draft remnants.
It's from a legitimate channel.
Si Mo looked down at the signature.
"This is the tenth batch."
"I submitted the application today."
"30% more than yesterday."
"They all saw the zero draft fragments flipped through."
"I think I can do it too."
Chen Fan said, "The situation is becoming increasingly stable."
"Many cases have been overturned."
"The pressure on headquarters is immense."
"I'm under a lot of pressure."
"There are some old scores."
"It's easy to translate."
He stacked the three pieces of paper money for burning.
It was placed in a black leather sleeve.
There were two words written on the envelope.
[Black tent].
This is a file he specifically set up.
The General Administration of Revenue and Expenditure does not allow investigation.
Collect things that have been burned.
It's written that you shouldn't check it.
All of them are put together.
Si Mo said, "Merge it into the blacklist."
"We'll settle it all together later."
Chen Fan nodded.
"Investigate now."
"Easily gets out of control."
"The headquarters just burned the files."
"They sent someone else to write another report."
"This means someone is watching."
"The investigation is urgent."
"They will take action."
"Let's stabilize the seventh quarter first."
"Continue working on overturning the verdict."
"Completely accept the remaining scraps of the original work."
"Heavenly Court and Buddhist Sect provide support."
"Watch from outside."
"We're very busy."
"I don't have time to dig up old grievances."
Si Mo said, "Wait until they relax."
"Investigate again."
Chen Fan put the black file into the cabinet.
The cabinet door was closed.
The lock fell down.
It's not an ordinary lock.
It was given with a signature.
The Seventh Tower: The Black Vault
[Permissions: Chen Fan Only]
The signature notification popped up again.
It is the seventh node.
[Seventh Submission Point]
[Applications Accepted: Overturning Old Cases in Heaven]
[Applicant: Former garrison commander of Nantianmen]
[Case Summary: A Case of Negligence from Three Thousand Years Ago]
[Reason for application: The basis for the judgment was deleted]
[Request: Restore original file for verification]
Chen Fan glanced at it.
"catch."
Signature and seal reply.
[Received]
[Schedule: Preliminary review in three days]
Si Mo said, "The guardian of the South Heavenly Gate."
"A case from three thousand years ago."
"Take it out now."
Chen Fan said, "That's normal."
"The remnant realm has been overturned."
"The draft was completed without any revisions."
"It looks enviable from the outside."
"Everyone wants to come and flip through it."
"The more I look, the more there are."
"The more the better."
"Turning it over to a certain extent."
"The headquarters can't control it anymore."
"In the dark tent then."
"It can be flipped too."
The sounds from outside the tower started again.
Not a commit point.
It's a place even further away.
Headquarters direction.
Light shone in.
It's not the light printed in white.
It's another kind.
It's very old.
Chen Fan walked to the window.
The direction of the main hall.
It was dark for a few days.
There is light now.
But not a single point.
It is a piece.
Scattered in various places.
Like a broken lamp.
Si Mo stood beside him.
"Outer ring road of the main hall."
There's some noise.
Chen Fan said, "The outer ring road."
"Port Zero".
"In that direction too."
"It was pieced together from the fragments last time."
"That station."
"I haven't gone yet."
A new message suddenly popped up during the signature process.
This is not a petition to overturn the verdict.
It's not a message.
It is a system task.
The white light flashed very quickly.
The words popped up one by one.
[Phase Task Update]
[Objective: Reach Port Zero]
[Mission: Retrieve the Calibrator Source File]
[Time Limit: ■■ days]
[Note: The original file was abnormally deleted.]
Current Status: Locked in the Recycling Port Area
[WARNING: This area is not in the regular recovery sequence]
[Special access permissions required]
Chen Fan looked at the task.
Corrector source file.
The calibration device mentioned in the file earlier.
It wasn't just that time at Wuzhishan.
There is a source file.
The source file is at the recycling port.
It's locked.
We must take it back.
Si Mo saw it too.
"Calibrator".
"Source file".
"The files of the fruit feeders."
"It's a set."
Chen Fan said, "It's not a set."
It's the same thing.
"Someone arranged for mortals to approach the Five Finger Mountain."
"A calibrator was used."
"I made observations."
"They misled me."
"The files were burned afterwards."
"The original file has been deleted."
"Lock it into the recovery port."
"The system is now instructing us to seize it."
Another signature popped up.
[Additional Information]
[Inside the calibrator source file]
[May contain the following records]
【1. Selection criteria for fruit feeders】
【2. Details of the inducement methods】
【3. List】
【4.■■■】
[More information requires analysis after the original file is recovered.]
Si Mo finished reading.
"List".
"Screening criteria".
"On this."
"Your name might be on it."
Chen Fan remained silent.
He thought of Wuzhi Mountain.
He thought he had fallen by accident.
They fed the fruit for a hundred years.
They were starving for a hundred years.
I waited a hundred years.
If it weren't a coincidence.
If the name is on the list.
From the moment he transmigrated...
We're already in this situation.
The light from the signature flashed.
Another message popped up.
[Task Hint]
[Zero Harbor Port Access Granted]
[Source of access permission: ■■■]
Please depart as soon as possible.
The deletion time for this area is unstable.
[Delay may result in permanent loss of the source file]
Chen Fan turned around.
Take out the black tent cover from the cabinet.
Then I opened it again.
Three pieces of paper money for burning.
Three words.
observe.
Inducement.
Corrector.
He closed the envelope.
"Walk."
"Go to Port Zero."
Si Mo asked, "Now?"
Chen Fan nodded.
"Someone burned the archives."
"Someone has locked the source file."
"Someone wrote 'Don't investigate.'"
"They don't want me to see it."
"Then we absolutely have to see it."
Outside the tower.
Outer Ring Road Direction of the Main Hall.
That shard of light.
It suddenly lit up for a moment.
Then it went dark.
It's like someone cut it off.
It also seems like someone is there.
In the recovery port.
wait.
#Chapter 506 New Stage Mission
When the system interface pops up.
Chen Fan was flipping through the three sheets of paper money for burning.
[New phase tasks have been released]
Main storyline: Locating the zeroth recovery port.
Objective 1: Seize the source file of the calibrator
[Objective 2: Determine the outer ring structure of the main hall of the recovery court]
[Time Limit: Seven Days]
[Failure Penalty: The Seventh Tower's reversal sequence is downgraded to an observation node]
Chen Fan stared at the last line.
It's not about the punishment.
It depends on the reward.
[Completion Reward: The overturned verdict sequence is upgraded to a true tower sequence]
[Permission Description: Independent discretionary power, source file access right, and right-of-way access]
True tower sequence.
Not an observation node.
This is not a temporary permission.
It's a status that puts one on par with the head office.
Si Mo leaned closer to take a look.
"Seven days."
"The day when the recycling port begins its transshipment boom."
"The message that Zero Draft Remnant Domain just sent."
"It matches up."
Chen Fan closed the system interface.
"Call someone."
"Meeting."
---
The top floor of the seventh tower.
Three sheets of joss paper were laid out on the round table.
The one who observes the sutra sits on the left.
Tang Sanzang is on the right.
Sun Wukong leaned against the window.
The Bull Demon King blocked the entrance.
Si Mo stood across the table.
The signature floated in mid-air.
The above is the complete content of the system tasks.
Chen Fan tapped on the table.
Two things.
"First. The Seventh Tower is now a true tower."
"The overturning verdict sequence has been activated."
"But it's just activated."
"It's not an upgrade."
"The headquarters can push it back at any time."
"The Buddhist and Heavenly Courts have already come to scout the way."
"The next one won't be a mission."
The person observing the sutra nodded.
"The seventh node has just stabilized."
"If we split our forces now..."
"It will be empty inside."
Tang Sanzang then spoke.
"The situation at the repatriation port is unclear."
"What is the source file?"
How to navigate the outer ring road?
"I know nothing about it."
"Rush in rashly."
"It's no different from sending someone to their death."
Sun Wukong snorted.
"Sending them to their deaths?"
"I, Old Sun, have been imprisoned for five hundred years."
"He didn't die either."
"What's so special about a recycling port?"
The Bull Demon King said, "Brother Monkey is right."
"But Lao Niu thinks..."
"Someone needs to guard the rear as well."
"The seventh tower has just been flipped over."
"The monster is watching."
"The Heavenly Court is watching."
"The Buddhist community will wait."
"We're all gone."
"When I came back, the tower was gone."
"That would be a huge loss."
---
Chen Fan looked at Si Mo.
"you say."
Si Mo traced a line on the signature with his finger.
"There is a marginal shipping route at the Eighth Tower."
"It can bypass the patrols on the outer ring of the main hall."
"Direct access to the perimeter of the recycling port."
"But the shipping route is unstable."
"Only three people can participate at a time."
"and."
She paused.
"Flight route data isn't given away for free."
"The Eighth Tower will share some of the results."
"Calibrator source file".
"I'll have one of the Eighth Tower too."
The person observing the sutra frowned.
"The original file is key to the overturning of the verdict and its subsequent upgrade."
"Give one portion away."
"That means even the Eighth Tower can investigate the headquarters' dirty laundry."
Si Mo did not deny it.
"right."
"But there is no sea route."
"You can't even get your hands on the door of the recycling port."
"The transfer rush will begin in seven days."
"Miss this opportunity."
"I don't know when the next time will be."
Tang Sanzang said, "Seven days."
"It's set by the system."
"The zero-draft remnant report."
"They all match up."
"This is no coincidence."
"There is someone waiting over there."
Chen Fan said, "We'll wait."
"Not friends."
"They are the enemy."
---
Sun Wukong walked over from the window.
"Then let's go."
Three spots available.
"Just me, Old Sun."
"A strategist."
"Bring another one who can fight and run."
The Bull Demon King patted his chest.
"Old Niu will stay and guard the tower."
"The Seventh Tower has just recruited several hundred monsters."
"There needs to be someone on your own to keep things in check."
The one who observed the sutra said, "I will stay behind."
"Node stability requires continuous monitoring."
"If the headquarters sends someone again..."
"I can hold out for a while."
Tang Sanzang said, "I will stay as well."
"Over there with Jin Chanzi."
"The Buddhist sect will definitely come to test us again."
"I am here."
"They dare not force their way in."
Si Mo put away the signature seal.
"The three have been chosen."
"The air route will open at noon tomorrow."
"Open for only 15 minutes."
"Once you cross that line, you can't leave."
---
Chen Fan stood up.
Walk to the window.
The view from the window towards the main hall was completely dark.
But over there in the Zero Draft Remnant Domain.
That tiny glimmer of light was still shining.
very weak.
But the flashes are regular.
It's not random.
It's a signal.
"The seventh day."
"Recycling port transshipment surge".
"Someone burned my files and blocked my records of feeding fruit."
"Someone has locked the source file and won't let me check it."
"Some people even wrote 'Don't investigate.'"
"Everyone wants me to stay at the seventh tower."
"Just guarding this little patch of land."
He turned around.
Looking at the people inside the room.
"But the seventh tower is not the end."
"It's the starting point."
"The overturning of the verdict wasn't for the sake of this tower."
"It's for all those that were deleted."
"Being suppressed."
"Sealed off".
"Reclaim the port."
"It's not just the calibrator source file."
"And how many drafts were cut by the General Office?"
"There are just as many remnants waiting."
"Waiting for someone to come."
Go and look it up.
---
The system interface popped up again.
[Side Quest Triggered]
[Target: Zero-draft remnants]
[Mission: Receive complete information from the remnant realm]
[Condition: Enter the outer channel of the Zeroth Recovery Port]
[Reward: Remnant Domain Coordinate Map]
Chen Fan glanced at it.
"Residual area coordinate map".
"It comes with the source file."
"Source file found."
"This will allow us to locate the positions of all remaining domains."
"A remnant of a domain."
"It's just a deleted version of the verdict."
"The Seventh Tower only overturned one of the Five Finger Mountain."
"And that's how we got the activation rights for the real tower sequence."
"if."
He didn't finish speaking.
The one who observed the scriptures spoke for him.
"If we searched the entire remaining territory."
"The Seventh Tower is not just a real tower."
"It's outside the main hall."
"The second recycling chamber."
The room fell silent for a moment.
The Bull Demon King spoke first.
"Old Niu doesn't understand these grand principles."
"But Old Niu knows."
"Follow the strategist."
"There's meat to eat."
Sun Wukong patted Chen Fan on the shoulder.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Tomorrow at noon."
Three spots available.
"Take it back."
"turn."
---
The signature suddenly lit up.
Si Mo looked down.
[Source: Zero Draft Remnant Domain]
[Content: The zeroth port of call will begin a transshipment surge in seven days]
[Additional Information: Flight route entrance has been locked]
[Additional information: Entrance coordinates - 300 li directly below the Seventh Tower]
[Additional Information: Goalkeeper's Identity - Unidentified]
Chen Fan said, "Three hundred li directly below."
"Not a random location."
"They came for the seventh tower."
Tang Sanzang asked, "What is the gatekeeper?"
"The remnant domain was not identified."
"This means they're not from headquarters."
"Neither from Buddhism nor the Heavenly Court."
"It's the third type."
Si Mo said, "The recycling port has everything."
"The deleted draft."
"The abandoned verdict."
"The archived source files."
"besides."
She looked at the signature.
"The Forgotten Gatekeeper".
Sun Wukong said, "Who cares about gatekeepers?"
"Blocking the way."
One stick isn't enough.
"Add one more."
---
That night.
The seventh tower was brightly lit.
The Bull Demon King led a group of monsters on a patrol of the mountain.
The observer reinforced the seal at the nodes.
Tang Sanzang arranged Buddhist seals at the base of the pagoda.
Simo returned to the Eighth Tower to prepare for the voyage.
Chen Fan stood at the top of the tower.
He was still clutching the three pieces of joss paper in his hand.
observe.
Inducement.
Corrector.
Three words.
A fruit feeder from a hundred years ago.
Not random.
It was arranged.
Who arranged this?
Why was it arranged?
The answer is not in the seventh tower.
At the recovery port.
In the source file.
On the back of those deleted files.
Sun Wukong landed beside him.
"military adviser."
"Do you believe it or not?"
"We've come this far."
"It's not luck."
Chen Fan said, "No."
"Someone paved the way ahead."
"Someone else burned down the bridge."
"Those who are paving the way want us to come."
"Those who burned the bridge don't want us to leave."
"But it doesn't matter whether they're paving roads or burning bridges."
"It's too late to stop it."
He looked up at the sky.
There were glittering fragments of light in the sky.
That glimmer of light from the remnants of the draft.
It's getting brighter and brighter.
Like a star that has been deleted.
It is being reignited.
---
A system message pops up after the signature is completed.
[Countdown begins]
[Day Six, Twenty-Three Hours]
[Countdown to Route Launch: Eleven Hours]
[Warning: After the surge in transit begins]
The zeroth port of call will be placed under complete closure.
[Next opening time unknown]
Chen Fan turned off the signature.
"Tomorrow at noon."
"Set off."
Sun Wukong chuckled.
"I waited a hundred years."
"It won't make a difference if it's just half a day."
At the foot of the tower.
The monsters' torches stretched out in a continuous line.
It was so bright it looked like it was going to set the whole mountain on fire.
Outside the mountains.
The clouds in Heaven have stopped.
The Buddhist bell has fallen silent.
Headquarters direction.
A beam of iron-gray light.
It suddenly lit up for a moment.
Then it went dark.
It's not extinguished.
We are waiting.
Wait for the transfer rush in seven days.
Wait until someone breaks into the recycling port.
We'll see.
The fire that reignited the verdict.
How far can it burn?
Chapter 507 Seven-Day Window
The signature is visible.
It's not the kind of task notification that lights up.
It's a countdown.
The red numbers float at the top.
[Countdown to the Opening of Port Zero: Seven Days]
Chen Fan looked at the line of numbers.
Seven days.
Then the transshipment rush at the port of recovery will begin.
That was the best window to sneak into the outer ring of the main hall.
Don't miss this opportunity.
We'll have to wait another three hundred years.
It was very quiet inside the tower.
Si Mo is organizing the files.
Bai Yin stood by the window.
The dappled light from the direction of the main hall outside the window had completely dimmed.
Chen Fan pressed his signature on the table.
"Three days for preparation."
"Two days of sea trials."
"Two days straight down."
"Arrived in port on the seventh day."
Si Mo looked up.
"Time is tight."
Chen Fan said, "That's enough."
"It has to be enough, even if it's not enough."
Footsteps could be heard coming from below the tower.
It's not a monster.
They are from the Seventh Tower.
The door opened.
The person in charge of the seventh node came in.
A middle-aged man.
Wearing a gray robe.
The cuffs are embroidered with the symbol of the Seventh Tower.
He placed a roll of account books on the table.
"military adviser."
"The inventory of the Seventh Tower has been inventoried."
"All the active resources are here."
Chen Fan opened the account book.
A dense array of numbers.
ore.
Medicinal herbs.
weapons.
Relics from the old era.
The foundation of the Seventh Tower is thicker than that of Flower and Fruit Mountain.
After all, they had been operating under the nose of the Heavenly Court for three hundred years.
"Start merging accounts that can be merged today."
Chen Fan closed the ledger.
"Over here at Huaguo Mountain."
"Have Old Niu bring the warehouse inventory list as well."
"The resources from both places should be calculated together."
"Let's stop distinguishing between each other."
The middle-aged man nodded.
"clear."
He turned to leave.
Chen Fan called out to him.
"etc."
How many people are in the Seventh Tower?
"They can fight."
The middle-aged man thought for a moment.
"Those who stayed behind."
"Those who can join the expedition."
"About half and half."
Chen Fan said, "Before tonight."
"Give me the list."
"Who will lead the team that stays behind?"
Who will lead the expedition?
"I want a name."
"Don't give me numbers."
The middle-aged man has left.
Sun Wukong leaned against the wall.
How many people are you planning to bring?
Chen Fan said, "Not many."
"Enough is enough."
"There are too many people."
"It can't be hidden."
Sun Wukong chuckled.
"That's true."
"The area around the outer ring of the main building."
"Too many people will only cause trouble."
Chen Fan said, "You have to choose too."
"Who will come from Huaguo Mountain?"
You know what you're doing.
Sun Wukong said, "I've already thought it through."
"Old Niu will stay and guard the house."
"Take Red Boy away."
"His fire magic is useful at the recycling port."
Chen Fan nodded.
Then he opened the seal again.
The Heavenly Court delegation's markings are still there.
The Buddhist mission's markings are still there.
Neither delegation left.
They were all waiting at the foot of the mountain.
Wait for Chen Fan to reveal the news.
Waiting for an opportunity to find out.
Chen Fan looked at the two marks.
Then he said, "Let them come up."
Si Mo was taken aback.
"Both together?"
Chen Fan said, "Together."
"save trouble."
Half an hour later.
The Heavenly Court delegation and the Buddhist delegation entered the pagoda at the same time.
The Heavenly Court still has that same white-bearded celestial official from last time.
On the Buddhist side.
Jin Chanzi stood in front.
An old monk followed behind him.
Chen Fan did not invite them to sit down.
Open your mouth directly.
"I know what you want to ask."
"Seven days later."
"I'm going to Port Zero."
The white-bearded immortal's expression changed slightly.
Jin Chanzi chanted a Buddhist prayer.
Chen Fan continued.
"Go check some old stuff."
"While you're at it, take a look at the outer ring road of the main hall."
"Just how many shady files are hidden?"
The white-bearded immortal said, "Strategist."
"The outer ring road is a forbidden area."
Chen Fan looked at him.
"Forbidden area?"
"Who banned it?"
"The main headquarters?"
"The headquarters itself is almost falling apart."
"Who else can be banned?"
The white-bearded immortal official fell silent.
Jin Chanzi spoke.
"Benefactor Chen."
"This trip is dangerous."
"Reclaim the port."
"There are some things you shouldn't touch."
Chen Fan said, "Shouldn't I have touched it?"
"The Fruit Feeder's Files"
"Why was it sealed off?"
"Observation, induction, and corrector."
"These three words."
Who wrote it?
Jin Chanzi remained silent.
Chen Fan said, "You don't want to talk about it."
"It's okay."
"I'll look it up myself."
"Seven days later."
"The recycling port is open."
"Feel free to stop me."
"If you can stop them, that's your skill."
The White-Bearded Immortal and the Golden Cicada have both left.
They didn't look well when they left.
Sun Wukong watched their retreating figures.
"You're saying all this."
"Aren't you afraid they'll ambush you beforehand?"
Chen Fan said, "We just want them to know."
"I know I'm going."
"I know you want to access old files."
"They'll transfer people."
"Send people to the recovery port."
"When transferring people."
"The rest of the place is empty."
Sun Wukong's eyes lit up.
"Are you trying to use a feint?"
Chen Fan said, "No, that doesn't count."
"I want to enter the recycling port."
"I need to check the old files."
"But incidentally."
"Have the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist sect transfer the people from the outer ring."
"That reduces the pressure on headquarters."
"At that time."
"It's really going to cause trouble."
"The headquarters didn't have time to react."
Sun Wukong said, "That's cunning enough."
Chen Fan said, "It's not Yin."
"Yes, it counts."
"They thought I was in the open."
"Actually, I'm in the open."
"They clearly thought I had a backup plan."
"Actually, this is the only trick I have."
"But that's enough."
Si Mo suddenly spoke.
"Someone's coming."
"Not a diplomatic mission."
The information is displayed on the seal.
[At the foot of the Seventh Pagoda Mountain]
[Visitor: Former subordinate of Si Mo]
【Items to bring: Blueprints】
[Identity Verification: True]
Chen Fan asked, "Your people?"
Si Mo nodded.
"I used to work in the recycling center."
"I asked him to find something."
"Found it."
The people came up quickly.
An old man with a limp.
He was carrying a tattered bundle.
He placed the bundle on the table.
Spread it out.
Inside was a stack of yellowed blueprints.
Si Mo flipped through a few pages.
Draw one of the cards.
"Found it."
"Blueprints for the old-style supply boats of the Recycling Court."
"The kind that was phased out thirty years ago."
"But the structure is still there."
"It can be changed."
Chen Fan looked at the blueprints.
Ship type.
Iron gray.
Standard recycling bin design.
"To what extent can they disguise themselves?"
Si Mo pointed to several marks on the drawing.
"The outer shell will be made exactly as it was."
"The internal structure can be modified."
"The power system has been replaced with the Seventh Tower."
"The weapons compartment is hidden beneath the cargo hold."
"Judging by appearance."
"It's just a decommissioned supply ship."
"The port inspectors will not stop us."
Chen Fan asked, "How many days will it take to build?"
Si Mo said, "Let's work as fast as we can."
Five days.
"Enough for sea trials."
Chen Fan said, "Then five days."
"Day 6: Trial voyage."
"Arrived in port on the seventh day."
Si Mo put the blueprints away.
"Construction will begin tonight."
The lame old man said, "Even I can make them."
"I repaired this ship back in the day."
"I know where things can be changed."
"What can't be changed?"
Chen Fan said, "Okay."
"It's finished."
"I'll remember your contribution."
The old man smiled.
Two front teeth are missing.
"I dare not claim credit."
"I only ask one thing of the strategist."
"It has entered the recycling port."
"Help me look up someone."
"My son."
"He was conscripted by the court thirty years ago."
"Never came back."
Chen Fan looked at the old man.
"name."
The old man said, "My surname is Liu."
"Call him Liu San."
"I was only nineteen years old then."
Chen Fan wrote his name on the signature.
"I'll check."
"As long as the files are still there."
"I'll find out for you."
The old man bowed.
She followed Si Mo.
The tower fell silent again.
outside the window.
The night was already deep.
The torches at the foot of the mountain are still burning.
The monsters are carrying supplies.
Preparing for the expedition.
Chen Fan stood by the window.
Sun Wukong stood beside him.
"It's been a hundred years."
"Finally, we're going into the main hall."
Chen Fan said, "Not the General Headquarters."
"It's the outer ring road."
"Recycling Port".
"The real main hall."
"We'll have to wait a little longer."
Sun Wukong said, "The outer ring is fine too."
"Let's take a look at those scumbags first."
"Just how much stuff are they hiding?"
Chen Fan remained silent.
Inside the sleeve.
The paper offering suddenly became hot.
He took out the paper.
The line of text on the paper is still there.
[Don't check].
But now.
A line of smaller text appeared below the main text.
It wasn't written by a human.
The signature appeared out of thin air.
Investigate thoroughly.
Chen Fan looked at the line of text.
Then close the paper.
outside the window.
Headquarters direction.
Suddenly, a muffled thud was heard.
It wasn't an explosion.
It's the sound of metal being broken.
It's so boring.
It's very far.
Then a black light shot up from the depths of the earth.
It's not light.
It's fragments.
The seal vibrated violently.
Si Mo rushed in.
"Fragments of the signature."
"The third one."
It started automatically.
Chen Fan looked down at his sleeve.
Inside the sleeve.
That fragment of the black signature.
It is glowing.
It's not the kind of light that appears in task prompts.
It is a response.
In response to something far away.
Chen Fan walked to the window.
Looking at the black light in the direction of the main hall.
The light did not dissipate.
It just hung there in mid-air.
It looks like a marker.
It was like a summons.
Si Mo's voice was strained.
"It's calling."
"Call the other fragments."
"past."
The moment Chen Fan grasped the shard—
The light exploded.
The fragments were icy cold.
A sudden thought struck him.
An image flooded the depths of my consciousness.
deep sea.
Endless darkness.
Countless iron chains hung down from above.
It was locked in a huge, transparent coffin.
There was a person lying in the coffin.
The man suddenly opened his eyes.
There were two black holes in his eye sockets.
The cave entrance was burning with fragments from Chen Fan's sleeve.
Exactly the same.
Black light.
Chapter 508 Supply Ship Blueprints
Chen Fan slammed the signature on the table.
"Boat."
Si Mo was taken aback.
"What kind of ship?"
"The ship heading to Port Zero."
Chen Fan drew a line on the table with his finger.
"The Seventh Tower is on land. The Zeroth Recovery Port is three thousand feet underwater."
"Swim across?"
Sun Wukong leaned against the corner of the wall, holding his golden cudgel.
"I, Old Sun, will somersault—"
"Try turning it over."
Chen Fan interrupted him.
"The recovery port is surrounded by a thirty-six-layered suppression array. It was set up by the Buddhist sect. The faster you somersault on your cloud, the more badly you'll crash."
Sun Wukong frowned.
"What should we do then?"
"shipbuilding."
Chen Fan looked at Si Mo.
"You have old ship blueprints. For a transport ship."
Si Mo's expression changed slightly.
How did you know?
"When you mentioned the 'turning tide' earlier, you drew a boat on the table with your finger."
Chen Fan pointed to the marks she had unconsciously made earlier.
"Keel structure. Three masts. Flat bottom."
"This is a transfer boat."
Si Mo remained silent for a moment.
He pulled a roll of yellowed blueprints from his sleeve.
Unfold.
A structural diagram of a ship.
The annotations are densely packed.
The bow of the ship is engraved with a wheel-shaped inscription.
The stern trailed a chain pattern.
The hull of the ship is painted with thirty-six hidden grids.
"This is an old model from three hundred years ago."
Si Mo pointed to the blueprints.
"The transport boats used by the Heavenly Court now belong to the seventh generation."
Chen Fan glanced at the blueprints.
"Enough."
"What I wanted was not a new ship in the first place."
He pointed to a hidden compartment in the hull of the ship.
"These hidden compartments were originally used to store soul locks."
"change."
"Prepare case files for retrial."
Bai Jingjing came in from outside the door.
"Modify the boat? I can do that."
The Bull Demon King followed behind her.
A rough, gruff voice.
"The secondary furnace can burn camouflage fuel. The smoke it produces is exactly the same as the transfer boats in the Recycling Court."
Chen Fan nodded.
"Two days."
Is that enough?
Bai Jingjing counted on her fingers.
"We have enough manpower. Materials—"
"The Seventh Tower warehouse is fully open."
Chen Fan pushed the signature over.
"Take whatever you want."
Sun Wukong straightened up from the corner.
"Wait a minute. I, Old Sun, have a question."
"If it's disguised as a transport ship, how come a Heavenly Court ship would appear at the recovery port?"
"They'll give themselves away immediately."
Chen Fan chuckled.
"So it's not just a disguise."
He turned the signature over.
The permission node diagram of the seventh tower appears on the back.
Three levels of access control.
Review.
Seal and store.
Overturn the verdict.
"I embedded the node permissions of the seventh tower into the ship."
"This ship is marked with the Seventh Tower."
"The recycling court is inspecting the ship—"
Si Mo blurted it out.
"What they saw was the Seventh Tower carrying out its overturning of the verdict."
"It's not about breaking into Hong Kong."
Sun Wukong's eyes lit up.
"That's a dirty trick."
"but--"
He scratched his head.
"The ship is inanimate. What if someone wants to board and inspect it?"
Chen Fan pulled a fragment from his sleeve.
Black signature fragments.
The one that lit up just now in the direction of the main hall.
"Who said ships are inanimate?"
The fragments spun in his palm.
It emitted a faint black light.
Si Mo's breath hitched.
"You want to embed the fragments into the ship?"
"right."
Chen Fan grasped the shards.
"This thing can devour the power of censorship."
"Embedded into the bow, the entire ship becomes a living reversal chamber."
"Who will board the ship for inspection—"
"Whoever is subject to scrutiny."
Bai Jingjing whistled.
"Turning the tables and taking control."
The Bull Demon King stroked his chin.
"What if it's someone at the Golden Immortal level?"
"What if I can't swallow the fragments?"
Chen Fan tossed the fragment to Sun Wukong.
"Then let him swallow it."
Sun Wukong caught the fragment.
Black light exploded in his palm.
It's three times brighter than before.
"This thing—"
He grinned.
"It has the same temperament as my old Sun's Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel)."
"The stronger the opponent, the stronger it becomes."
Si Mo stared at the blueprints.
He drew a circle with his finger at the bow of the ship.
"The fragment is embedded here."
"Add another layer of camouflage array on top."
"Unless someone dismantles the entire ship, you won't be able to spot the flaws."
Chen Fan looked at her.
"How long will it take to complete the revisions?"
"Two days."
"But there's a problem."
Si Mo raised his head.
"The transfer boat is powered by the Reincarnation Seal. We do not have the Reincarnation Seal."
"What will serve as our motivation?"
Chen Fan turned to look at the Bull Demon King.
"Secondary furnace".
"What are you burning?"
The Bull Demon King was stunned for a moment.
"The earth's fire is mixed with demonic energy."
"Add some of Laozi's discarded pill residue."
"The smoke from burning is toxic enough. The smoke from the disguised transport ship is fine."
"drive?"
"We need to change the fuel."
Bai Jingjing suddenly interrupted.
"Use the signature fragments and residue."
"I just removed three discarded review stamps."
"The fire that burns is black."
"It's the same color as the water in the recovery port."
The Bull Demon King slapped his thigh.
"OK!"
"This is for the secondary furnace. The fire is strong enough, and the smoke is black enough."
"No one can see anything underneath the water."
Si Mo quickly marked the drawing.
The secret compartment in the hull of the ship was used to revise the family records.
Fragments are embedded in the bow of the ship.
Replace the auxiliary furnace at the stern.
The hull was fitted with a camouflage paddle.
Sun Wukong leaned over and took a look.
"This is so troublesome."
"Why not just charge in and solve the problem?"
Chen Fan didn't even look up.
"Charging in and coming back alive are two different things."
"You caused a great disturbance in Heaven back then—"
"You came back alive?"
Sun Wukong's face stiffened.
They stopped talking.
Bai Jingjing lowered her head and continued drawing.
The Bull Demon King pretended to inspect the auxiliary furnace.
Si Mo buried himself in annotations.
Nobody watches Sun Wukong.
A moment of silence.
Sun Wukong coughed.
"Alright. I'll listen to you, Old Sun."
"Two days it is."
He turned and walked out.
He suddenly stopped at the door.
"Chen Fan".
"Um?"
Thanks.
Before Chen Fan could answer.
He has already left.
Chen Fan continued looking at the blueprints.
Bai Jingjing muttered to herself.
"Even the eldest brother is saying thank you now?"
The Bull Demon King laughed heartily.
"I learned it from the strategist."
"He would never have said this before."
Si Mo raised his head.
Looking at Chen Fan.
"Are you really going to embed the Seventh Tower's permissions into the ship?"
"Aren't you afraid something might happen inside the tower?"
Chen Fan pointed to the hidden compartment on the drawing.
"It would be better if something bad happened."
"The case files are on the ship."
"Access is on the ship."
"The debris is on the ship."
What's left in the tower?
"Empty shell".
"Someone wants to attack the Seventh Tower—"
He tapped his finger lightly on the drawing.
"I can't move."
"The core is all in this ship."
Si Mo remained silent for a moment.
"You did it on purpose."
"Shipbuilding is just a front."
"Shifting the core is the real goal."
Chen Fan did not deny it.
"The people waiting at the Zeroth Harbor."
"The person who burns the archives."
"The person who locked the source file."
"The person who wrote the investigation."
"They want me to go."
"Then I'll go."
"But the Seventh Tower cannot be taken away."
"Only the core can be taken."
Si Mo took a deep breath.
"Two days later—"
Chen Fan nodded.
"Two days later."
"Set off."
Headquarters direction.
The iron-gray light flashed for a moment.
This time.
It lasted for three breaths.
Then it slowly darkened.
It's like they're waiting for something.
It was as if they were confirming something.
Chen Fan pressed his signature onto the drawing.
Black light seeped from the fragments.
It spreads along the lines of the ship's hull.
bow.
belly.
Stern of the ship.
The entire ship was enveloped in black light.
It's like it came to life.
Si Mo looked at the scene before him.
He said it softly.
"Found it."
Chen Fan looked up.
"What?"
Si Mo pointed to the spot where the fragment was embedded in the bow of the ship.
"The fragments weren't embedded in."
"It swam in by itself."
"Like a fish returning to water."
Chen Fan stared at the bow of the ship.
The black light has receded.
The fragments disappeared.
On the camouflage array at the bow of the ship.
There was an extra black mark.
It looks like a seal.
It also resembles an eye.
The Bull Demon King leaned closer and took a sniff.
"This taste—"
"It's exactly the same as the smoke from the auxiliary furnace."
"Black."
"It's pungent."
"It has a rusty smell."
Bai Jingjing put the blueprints away.
"A good omen."
"The boat has found its owner."
Chen Fan stood up.
I walked to the window.
At the foot of the tower.
The monsters' torches are still burning.
It was so bright it looked like it was going to set the whole mountain on fire.
Outside the mountains.
The clouds in Heaven did not move.
The Buddhist bell has fallen silent.
The iron-gray light from the direction of the main hall.
It went completely dark.
It's not extinguished.
The lid was closed.
Chen Fan looked away.
He looked at the blueprints on the table.
"Two more days."
"Don't just sit there."
Bai Jingjing rolled up the blueprints and went out.
The Bull Demon King went to the storeroom to collect materials.
Si Mo was the last to leave.
When I got to the door.
She paused for a moment.
"Chen Fan".
"What exactly is in the recycling port?"
"I'm making it absolutely necessary for you to go."
It was in Chen Fan's sleeve.
The three pieces of paper money are still there.
observe.
Inducement.
Corrector.
He put his hands on his cuffs.
"The answer from a hundred years ago."
"And the problems a hundred years from now."
Si Mo didn't ask any more questions.
Turned around and left.
Chen Fan was the only one left in the room.
The black light on the seal gradually faded.
The ship diagram lay quietly on the table.
Chen Fan extended his hand.
My fingertips touched the black mark on the bow of the ship.
It was cold.
Like the temperature of the deep sea.
Like the temperature of a coffin.
Like the black flames burning inside the eye socket of that black hole.
outside the window.
The torches crackled and popped.
The wind blew up from under the tower.
Blow up the scraps of paper that Bai Jingjing had cut up.
One by one.
It floated out the window.
Like snow.
Like ash.
Like fragments of burnt paper.
Tang Sanzang stood at the entrance of the seventh pagoda.
He held the register of today's reversals in his hand.
He looked at the crowd queuing outside.
His gaze swept from one face to another.
His brows gradually furrowed.
On the register.
The new application for retrial was submitted today.
There are seventeen copies.
Every single one passed the initial review.
Each one was labeled with the same sentence.
[Applicant's identity verification: True]
[Case Reason: Missing Observation Records]
[Source document: Unknown]
Tang Sanzang scrolled to the page listing applicants.
Seventeen names.
Neatly arranged.
Like it's engraved on something.
After each name.
They all follow the same note.
[Applicant's self-description: Fruit feeder]
He closed the register.
Looking out of the tower.
Among the people in line.
There are seventeen people.
Wearing different clothes.
They have different faces.
But their eyes.
The same.
Deep within the black pupils.
The burning fragments were hidden in Chen Fan's sleeve.
Exactly the same.
Black light.
#Chapter 509 The Silent Applicant
The register was spread out on the table.
Page 17.
The last name.
Chen Fan pressed his finger on it.
The ink wasn't dry yet.
"When did this person arrive?"
Tang Sanzang glanced out the window.
"Half an hour ago."
"Just drop off the materials and leave."
He didn't say a word.
Chen Fan opened the person's application materials.
Three sheets of paper.
First image. Self-introduction.
The second one. Capability reporting.
The third one. Past experiences.
The format is neat and orderly.
Standardized wording.
They can't even find a single punctuation mark wrong.
Chen Fan tossed the materials to Si Mo.
"check."
Si Mo accepted it.
I flipped through a few pages.
His expression changed.
"military adviser."
"This material is incorrect."
Sun Wukong came closer.
"What's wrong?"
Si Mo laid out the three documents side by side.
"Look."
"Materials for the seventh applicant."
"The ninth one."
"And this number seventeen."
"The format is exactly the same."
The wording is in exactly the same order.
Even their punctuation habits are the same.
Chen Fan glanced at it.
Three documents.
Different names.
Different handwriting.
But each paragraph begins with "My personal statement".
Each paragraph ends with "Willing to be subject to review".
Description of the experiences in between.
The timeline is accurate to the day.
The events are listed in detail.
They look like they were made from the same mold.
Tang Sanzang lowered his voice.
"The same group of people."
"or."
"They were all taught in the same place."
Chen Fan looked out the window.
There are thirteen people left in line.
Number 17 was standing at the very back.
Gray cloth clothes.
Average appearance.
His eyes were half-closed.
There's nothing particularly special about it.
"Bring his materials over."
Si Mo retrieved the original document number seventeen.
Chen Fan compared them.
Even the location of the creases in the paper.
They are all less than half a finger apart from the previous ones.
"interesting."
Sun Wukong cracked his knuckles.
"Should we arrest him or not?"
Chen Fan shook his head.
"Don't arrest them yet."
"Place it in the pending review area."
Tang Sanzang was taken aback.
"Not going to review it?"
"Trial."
Chen Fan closed the materials.
"But not now."
"These are shipped in in bulk."
"Arrest one."
"Shrink back all the way behind."
Si Mo understood.
"The strategist is trying to lure in the people behind him."
Chen Fan nodded.
"Put all these people in the interrogation area."
"Draw a separate section."
"Separate review."
"Delay it for three days."
"Let's see who comes looking for them."
Tang Sanzang thought for a moment.
"If it's infiltration."
"The seventh node has just been established."
"Someone's been watching."
This shows—
Chen Fan interrupted him.
"This indicates that more than one party is interfering."
"Headquarters."
"Buddhism".
"Now there's another road."
Si Mo flipped through the register.
Seventeen applicants.
"They're all fruit feeders."
"Everyone says they are eyewitnesses of Wuzhishan."
"But all the old files have been blocked."
"It cannot be verified."
Chen Fan chuckled.
No need to test.
"Real fruit feeders wouldn't be this neat."
"I used to feed them fruit."
"He doesn't even know a few characters."
"These people write in a more formal style than even the clerks in the government office."
"It's too fake."
outside the window.
Number Seventeen suddenly looked up.
Through the window paper.
He exchanged a glance with Chen Fan.
Then he laughed.
It wasn't an ordinary laugh.
He only twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
Like completing a task.
The black light fragments hidden in Chen Fan's sleeve.
Suddenly felt hot.
He pressed down on his cuffs.
The man had already lowered his head.
He reverted to his dull and taciturn demeanor.
Si Mo asked, "What?"
Chen Fan withdrew his gaze.
"fine."
"Continue with the registration."
late at night.
Outside the Seventh Tower.
A separate corner was designated for the area awaiting review.
Thirteen applicants were put into temporary prefabricated houses.
One room per person.
They are not interconnected.
Number seventeen lives at the far east end.
There was only one bed in the room.
A table.
An oil lamp.
Two monsters stood guard outside the door.
Inside the door was a fingerprint lock.
It's past midnight.
The monsters on duty change shifts.
Two newly appointed bull demons.
I just stood still.
The room suddenly lit up.
It's not a lamp.
It was firelight.
Orange-red fire.
They poured out from under the door.
The bull demon kicked open the door.
Number seventeen stands in the middle of the room.
His whole body was on fire.
The clothes were burned to ashes.
The skin was burned to a crisp.
But he didn't call out.
There was no struggle.
Even his expression didn't change.
It seemed like it was voluntary.
The fire is out.
A pile of ash remained on the ground.
Three words floated on the gray surface.
Iron gray.
It's still hot.
See you at the General Office.
When Chen Fan arrived.
The three words have already cooled down.
He rubbed it between his fingers.
Gray is cold.
The words were branded on the ground.
It looks like it was burned in.
Si Mo squatted down beside him.
I spent a long time checking.
"It didn't spontaneously combust."
"It was self-immolation."
"But there was no ignition source."
"Burn it completely clean."
Chen Fan looked at those three words.
See you at headquarters.
"interesting."
"The people sent in."
"I don't plan to go back alive."
Tang Sanzang also arrived.
He glanced at the dust on the ground.
I glanced at the register again.
Number seventeen.
"The last one."
He said he was a fruit feeder.
"But the entire Seventh Tower."
"Including monsters."
"No one has seen him in Wuzhishan."
Chen Fan stood up.
Brush the dust off your hands.
"It's not like I haven't seen it before."
"He's not the one who actually feeds the fruit."
"Just using this identity."
"Sneak in."
Sun Wukong asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Send those three words."
Chen Fan pointed to the ground.
See you at headquarters.
"It's not a challenge."
"It's a notification."
Tell us.
"Someone has spotted the seventh node."
"And they've got their eyes on them."
The sky is bright.
Chen Fan held a short meeting at the top of the tower.
There were only four people attending the meeting.
He. Sun Wukong. Tang Sanzang. Si Mo.
"The seventh node was just established yesterday."
"The mole was discovered early this morning."
"Too fast."
"This means the other party was prepared long ago."
Si Mo nodded.
"Seventeen documents."
Delivered on the same day.
"It's like it came right at the exact time the node was set."
Chen Fan said, "So we were being watched earlier than expected."
"Maybe we should start with the first question."
"There are people watching."
Tang Sanzang asked, "Are we still going to embark on the expedition?"
"Walk."
Chen Fan said.
"We have to go."
"The seventh node is just the beginning."
"The contained objects are the key."
"But before we leave."
"We need to add a rule."
Si Mo took out the seal.
"Strategist, please speak."
Chen Fan said, "Everyone who applied to join the seventh node."
Regardless of status.
Regardless of origin.
"All cases must first undergo internal review."
"Internal audits do not just look at the documents."
"It depends on the person."
Ask three questions.
"The first question is where they came from."
"The second question is about the purpose."
The third question was what he had seen in Wuzhi Mountain.
"I couldn't answer three questions correctly."
"Reject it outright."
Simo Input Rules.
"What about those people in the waiting area?"
Chen Fan glanced at the prefab house at the east end.
The dust on the ground has been swept away.
But those three words.
It was branded into the stone slab.
It can't be erased.
"Refund everything."
"Leave no one alive."
"The seventh node leaves no known doubts."
Tang Sanzang asked, "If it really was infiltrated..."
"You can come back even if you cancel your membership."
Chen Fan said, "It's better that he's back."
"Coming back means the main story is out in the open."
"Easier to monitor than covert agents."
Sun Wukong leaned against the wall.
His fingers tapped the golden cudgel intermittently.
"military adviser."
"You mean this group of people?"
"Is it on the same route as the one burning the archives?"
Chen Fan remained silent for a while.
"uncertain."
"But they have one thing in common."
"They all mentioned the headquarters."
Si Mo raised his head.
"The judgment in the file was issued by the General Office's Judgment Director."
"The words left behind by the self-immolation just now were also 'See you at the main hall.'"
Both things point to the headquarters.
Chen Fan said, "That's why we returned from the expedition."
"First stop."
"That's the main hall."
The sky was bright.
The seventh tower's defenses have been reinforced with another layer.
In addition to the original fingerprint lock.
Now there's an additional layer of internal audit rules.
All personnel entering and exiting.
All must undergo three verification steps.
Chen Fan stood at the top of the tower.
Watching the applicants being sent back one after another at the foot of the tower.
Someone in the group turned around.
Someone lowered their head.
Some people had no expression.
They were all cut from the same mold.
It's not about appearance.
It is an action.
Like they've been trained.
The black light fragments in his sleeve.
It got burned again.
Chen Fan pressed down on his cuff.
His gaze swept through the crowd.
It landed outside the tower.
Iron-gray light.
It flashed briefly again in the direction of the main hall.
It's not extinguished.
They are waiting for someone.
Wait for the seven-day window to close.
Waiting for the expedition to begin.
wait.
Deliver the person.
See you at headquarters.
Chapter 510 See you at the main hall
The ash stains on the table spontaneously combusted.
It's not a flame.
It's cold light.
The black light seeped from the paper, like ink flowing back onto skin.
Tang Sanzang did not move.
He looked at the seventeen names.
Below each name, next to the note for each "Fruit Feeder," there is now a ring of ashes.
The ashes did not scatter.
They coalesce into a ring.
The center of the ring.
Three words.
[Outer Ring Road of the Main Hall]
Chen Fan dipped his fingertip in the dust.
It's cold.
It's colder than ice.
"How many is this?"
Tang Sanzang opened the black tent.
"The seventeenth one."
"All silent applicants."
"The composition of the ash stains is consistent."
He placed a transparent chip on the table.
Another gray stain was sealed inside the chip.
Left seven days ago.
From an applicant whose application was rejected.
When that person walked out of the seventh node.
I tripped and fell on the threshold.
My palms are scraped raw.
No blood came out.
What came out was ash.
Now the two chips are stacked together.
Gray marks against gray marks.
The light patterns are exactly the same.
Chen Fan said, "Signs of spontaneous combustion ash."
"It's not random."
"It's a marker."
"Who put it there?"
Tang Sanzang turned to the last page of the black ledger.
footer.
A line of small print.
The handwriting was so faint that it was almost invisible.
[Outer Ring Recycling Port - Eleventh Settlement Zone]
[Registrant: Source Archives, C-Section Seventh Cabinet]
He closed the file.
"Source file".
"It's the source file again."
"Someone planted something in the source file."
"It's not buried in the archives."
"Bury them on these people."
Chen Fan stood up.
Walk to the tower window.
At the foot of the tower.
The applicant pool dispersed.
The seventeen people were sent back to their respective courtyards.
But the way they walk hasn't changed.
It's still the same old mold.
Stride length.
Range of motion of the arm.
The same.
It's like there's a thread connecting us.
The other end of the line.
On the outer ring road of the main hall.
"Recycling Port".
Chen Fan said.
"It's not like we have to wait a seven-day window."
"They want us to come to them."
Sun Wukong leaned against the wall.
The golden cudgel rests horizontally on his knee.
He chuckled.
"What a coincidence."
"I've waited a hundred years too."
"We're not waiting for someone to come."
"We're waiting for someone to lay the bait."
"The bait has arrived."
"The fish should bite the hook."
Si Mo pushed open the door to the seventh node.
Outside.
On the plaza below the tower.
The monsters' torches are still burning.
It was blindingly bright.
He was holding a stack of talismans in his hand.
The same pattern was drawn on each sheet of paper.
Transport boat.
Modified version.
The blueprints were revised three times.
When the third round of revisions was halfway through.
I burned the talisman paper myself once.
It wasn't a fire.
It's a verification.
Nezha stood in the center of the talisman array.
The ground beneath my feet was charred black.
That was left behind by the explosion of the second model boat.
He spread the third drawing on the ground.
Press it down with your palm.
"It won't explode this time."
"Protection has been reduced by 30%."
"Double the thrust."
"Charge into the recovery port."
That's enough.
The Bull Demon King walked over carrying a section of dragon bone.
The keel is iron gray.
And the light from the direction of the main hall.
One color.
It's not made of iron.
It is a certain kind of thing.
Other materials.
He threw the dragon bones on the ground.
The ground shook.
"Goods from the outer ring road."
"It sank to the edge of the eleventh subsidence zone."
"It hasn't been touched for three hundred years."
"It floated up here the day before yesterday."
"I drifted there myself."
Chen Fan squatted down.
Reach out and touch the dragon bone.
The fingertip just touched the surface.
Inside the sleeve.
The black light fragments were burned.
It's not heated properly.
Like red-hot iron.
He withdrew his hand.
The iron-gray surface of the keel.
His face was reflected in the light.
Next to the face.
There is also a reflection.
It doesn't belong to him.
The reflection stood behind him.
But besides Sun Wukong and Si Mo, the tower was also occupied by others.
There was no one else.
Chen Fan turned around.
nobody.
The reflection is still there.
On the keel.
It moved.
Lips open.
He said one sentence.
There was no sound.
The lip movements were very clear.
See you at the main hall.
Sun Wukong saw it.
The golden cudgel struck once.
"Who?"
Chen Fan pressed down on his cuff.
The black light fragments were still hot.
"Not now."
"It's in the recovery port."
"Someone left something behind."
"A head."
"A body."
"What else is needed?"
The reflection on the keel surface disappeared.
The iron-gray hue darkened.
It turned into an ordinary stone.
Chen Fan stood up.
Looking out of the tower.
Headquarters direction.
That patch of iron-gray light.
It's brighter now.
"Set off."
"I'm not waiting anymore."
"Tomorrow at noon."
"Not waiting for the window."
"It's about getting in."
Tang Sanzang lowered his head.
Open the black-covered file.
On the latest page.
Write down three lines.
[Outer Ring Operation - Seventh Node Resolution]
[Case Summary: Gray stains seeping through]
[Decision: To be launched immediately]
He stamped the seal on.
The ink is black.
Covered.
On paper.
A ring of gray light emerged.
The light patterns and those seventeen names.
The same.
It is not a marked ledger.
It's an account book.
In the main hall of the markings.
At the foot of the tower.
The monsters began to gather.
The torches formed a river.
From the seventh node.
The fire burned all the way down to the foot of the mountain.
Outside the mountains.
The clouds in the heavens began to retreat.
It's not a withdrawal.
It's about giving way.
The direction of Nantianmen.
A beam of golden light slashed down.
It landed three miles in front of the mountain.
It has become a boundary marker.
Four characters on the stele.
[The Heavenly Army stands by]
Followed by.
The Buddhist bell rang.
Lingshan direction.
The sound of bells pierced through the clouds.
He knocked three times.
Each tap.
A golden stripe appeared in front of the mountain.
Three gold stripes.
It lies across the boundary marker of the Tianjun Army.
It's not about obstruction.
It's a queue.
Chen Fan stood at the top of the tower.
Looking down the mountain.
Si Mo handed over a paper crane talisman.
The paper crane flew into his palm.
Unfold.
A single line of text.
The handwriting is illegible.
[Red Boy is near the eleventh subsidence zone]
[I saw a coffin]
Transparent
【empty】
Chen Fan crushed the talisman paper.
Inside the sleeve.
Fragments of black light.
It got burned again.
The Bull Demon King's dragon bone was broken in half.
The remaining half.
It was loaded into the core compartment of the transfer vessel.
Nezha stood inside the cabin.
His hands were wrapped with talismanic threads.
Each line connects to a node outside the boat.
He placed his hand on the core array eye.
"A feeling of being pushed back in your seat."
"It will be very heavy."
"Those who can't hold on."
"Don't go."
Sun Wukong stood behind him.
The golden cudgel rested on his shoulder.
"I'll give it a try."
The hatch closed.
The lines are tightened.
Surface of the transport boat.
All the runes lit up at the same time.
It's not gold.
It's not red.
It is black.
And the fragment in Chen Fan's sleeve.
One color.
The tail of the boat.
Ignition port.
A cluster of flames emerged.
The flame was cold.
But when it catches fire.
The entire tower.
They're all shaking.
Chen Fan stood at the top of the tower.
Sun Wukong stood inside the cabin.
One is lighting a fire.
One is waiting to rush.
At the foot of the tower.
The monsters raised their torches.
The mountain is burning.
The sky is cracking.
Headquarters direction.
Iron-gray light.
It's completely lit up.
It's not a flash.
It remains lit.
Like a lighthouse.
It also looks like a target.
Chen Fan pressed down on his cuff.
The fragments of black light finally fell silent.
It's no longer hot.
It was just a tremor.
The frequency of vibration.
Inside the core cabin of the transfer vessel.
The frequency of the fracture surface of that dragon bone.
Exactly.
Ignition talisman.
It burned until the very last line.
flame.
It flowed back into the boat.
Sun Wukong's voice came from inside the cabin.
"Old Chen."
See you at headquarters.
The boat started moving.
Top of the tower.
Chen Fan released his grip.
Inside the cuff.
Fragments of black light.
It flew away.
They chased after the transport boat.
Flying towards the main hall.