Old-time musicians

Hearing such words, Fan Ning fell silent for a long time.

There was no wind on the dunes at dawn, and a few lone birds were circling and chirping in the sky. The vehicles parked in the desert below had not turned off, and the "keep-keep" sound of the engine was constantly reaching my ears.

Counting it all together, it will be three days as of noon today.

The Special Patrol Office gave no reply at all, as if nothing happened?

Fan Ning remembered that when he dreamed of the "Glory Wheel" before, the Saint once mentioned in the conversation that the B-105 Abnormal Area was not the final destination of the Special Inspection Office, and the investigation carried out on it was only the first step.

Every 7-year cycle, the dark side of the entire world will recede like a tide, briefly returning to most of normality, and then once again being occupied by crumbling anomalies. Generally speaking, this is not a good thing - after a fall and a rise, The "net value" is usually negative, and the more it falls, the more it rises. Even if people later use the Harvest Art Festival to compete with it, it is just to make the net negative value as small as possible.

The Special Patrol Office regards the "low tide" during the next Harvest Art Festival as the opportunity to reach the deep "X coordinate". This is Pogorelic's final destination. According to the saint, "B-105's The shape is like a knife facing the 'X coordinate'. They use this area as an exploration path and gradually penetrate the target. The farthest tip of the knife may be far away from the heart. "

"So, the purpose of the Special Inspection Office is not at the moment, nor is it B-105."

"But the latter, as the location closest to the unknown source that can be explored so far, is also their important investigation plan the year before the Harvest Art Festival, and now there is no follow-up?"

Fan Ning looked at the "Fox Lily Field" covered with dry grass, watching the rolling hills at the end of the field of vision gradually turn into mountains, and then gradually transition into a distorted blue-grey.

He was trying to figure out what the Special Patrol Office was thinking.

"It's possible that their actions haven't changed, they just don't want to cooperate with the church, but these people were clearly promulgating the 'Reward Incentive Regulations' with great fanfare before, and the date above is not far from now."

"Or maybe the deaths of He Meng and Gang caused the delay of the plan? But in fact, the Special Inspection Office alone has published a list of more than 20 inspectors. If the investigation plan is indeed necessary, Pogorelic style, an alternative team leader will be arranged immediately, and there shouldn’t be any delays.”

"What kind of judgment can make Pogorelic temporarily change his mind? Is there some unexpected change in the abnormal area, or is he also so afraid of the Divine Advent Society? In any case, there must be some risk that has risen to the level of Jean Te The inspector feels that it is not enough to fight for benefits.”

During this period of time, Fan Ning spent half of his energy thinking about how to deal with the relationship with the Special Patrol Office after entering. Even in the preview of the results, he imagined that the Special Patrol Office should receive his "request for instructions" After "doing the work", he proposed a lot of work arrangements with clear distinction between subject and object in a commanding tone, regardless of life and death.

As a result, things ended in an unexpected way before it even started, which made people a little uneasy.

"Keep going."

Fan Ning finally withdrew his gaze from a distance and walked slowly.

"Master Lavoisier is thinking carefully and testing things in advance." Bishop Tucville said at this time, "But it just so happens that the people in the Special Patrol Office often fail to succeed and fail more than they do."

"The great achievements of my church do not need to be pointed out by outsiders." Pastor Jacob also said.

"It's hard to say what will happen next." The one-armed old priest Duerke followed down the slope, looking quite relaxed. "For an old guy like me, it's nothing more than dying inside. I won't be able to see this before I die. A bunch of annoying guys, they must be in a good mood.”

Everyone walked down the hillside and returned to where the three vehicles were parked.

Under the control of Colonel Alpha, who is proficient in mechanical technology, Brigadier General Boles, Lieutenant Andrew and cook Ivan checked the operating status of the vehicle, and then the eight-man team set off again.

Ivan, the cook, drove the first cart carrying food and water, with Brigadier General Bors in the passenger seat and Bishop Tucville behind;

Lieutenant Andrew drove the middle car, which contained the necessary tools and a small workbench, with Priest Durk in the passenger seat and Fanning in the rear;

Colonel Alpha drove the fuel tanker at the rear, with Pastor Jacob in the passenger seat.

After entering the abnormal zone, existing communication means such as radios will completely fail, and only the original electromechanical system is still reliable.

This configuration ensures that there is at least one knowledgeable person in each car. The powerful "candle" spiritual sense ensures that the surrounding movements can be known. When communicating, there is no need to roll down the window, stick out your head and shout at the top of your voice. Others besides the interlocutor can also hear or be relayed in a timely manner.

The desert to the west of Yuantiya City is vast, but a suitable path still needs to be chosen. The three soldiers who served as drivers carefully and quickly maneuvered the vehicle forward.

Not long after this time, Fan Ning saw the "cliff" or "grass wall" with a height difference located outside the Fanghui Temple headquarters that he had arrived before.

They still extended endlessly to both sides, and as a boundary, the overall altitude of the area ahead was lowered a little, but the scene that should have been full of fox lilies now also became withered and desolate.

Moreover, Fan Ning felt that there seemed to be some discrepancies in his memory. In terms of relative distance in space, the location between this place and the Red Cathedral and the Nine Gardens seemed to be a little too far away.

After the vehicle stopped, he looked along the winding "cliff" boundary line and saw several traces of artificial drilling or knotting.

"Someone used tools to go down, not just one person or one team."

Bishop Tukwell, who was sitting in the front car, said casually, but his tone was not too surprised.

The situation in the South Continent may be more rampant than that in the West Continent. After all, the West Continent still has a complete and stable regime and a large-scale and systematic army, while here, the countries do not even have enough competitive power to enclose land, so who cares about these people running around?

Father Durk, who was sitting in the passenger seat on Fanning's side, jumped out of the car.

He took out a bundle of brand new and neatly knotted curse scrolls from his pocket, untied and shook them open.

A golden soft air wall spread down the cliff.

Three cars drove over this slope one after another and came to a more vast place below.

The vast land looked like a yellowish-brown furnace that almost reached the horizon.

The geology here is not as loose as before, but it is easier to walk on. Moreover, everyone soon discovered a granite gravel road lying in the dust, rocks and dead leaves, which appeared and disappeared, and was sometimes disconnected and sometimes connected. This was something that Fanning, who was dressed as Scheller, had not seen when he looked at the sea of ​​flowers.

It should be a road leading to a frontier post or sentry tower, but as the abnormal area spread and approached, the base was abandoned by people, and a new post was set up behind, and then the new post was abandoned again. In this way, it spread layer by layer from far to near in this desert.

The car gradually drove away from the boundaries of the conventional civilian map, still maintaining an average speed of nearly 60 kilometers per hour.

In the monotonous noise, a certain unknown atmosphere seemed to have spread in the air, and it seemed that it was just the unfamiliar psychology of humans to the "no man's land" that was at work.

In any case, some people in the team did start to get a little nervous.

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