Stop In The Deep Sea

After hanging up the phone, Wang Xin dialed a number again, this time to his sister Qin Ruyi in the same department.

Qin Ruyi quickly got through. Although the two had not contacted each other for nearly four months, the moment the voice rang, they immediately returned to the relaxed and harmonious atmosphere of the office at that time.

"You little heartless boy, you haven't called your sister for so long. Are there too many sisters in the deep-sea base and you have forgotten me?"

Wang Xin lowered his head and smiled, then opened his mouth to talk nonsense: "How could it be possible? I forgot someone, and I can't forget Sister Ruyi."

Hearing this, Qin Ruyi was slightly surprised: "Why have you become so glib now? Tell me honestly, how many girls have you harmed during this time?"

Wang Xin didn't dare to continue. Everyone in the company knew that Qin Ruyi was a dirty woman who drove on the highway all the time. If we continued talking, she would not be able to pass the trial.

So he quickly changed the subject: "By the way, I haven't sent you a single video material for such a long time. Is there anyone in the company looking for trouble for you?"

After all, Xuanji Media, where they work, is a self-media company that mainly produces video accounts. Now there are only two people left in the ancient martial arts department, so Qin Ruyi's life should not be that easy.

"Fortunately, at the beginning, some people did gossip about our department, but for some reason, Mr. Zhang stood up to support us, and then no one gossiped."

Wang Xin smiled knowingly, and Qin Ruyi naturally didn't know that Zhang Fanyu wanted something from him: "That's good. The main reason is that no camera equipment is allowed in the deep-sea base, and strobe lasers are everywhere, so there are almost no relevant videos here online. .”

Not only that, he recently figured out a problem.

It’s impossible to shoot in the deep sea, but in theory there should be hot searches!

The Mimetic Alliance does not pay attention to the law at all now and regards human life as nothing. It should have attracted great attention on land long ago.

Moreover, there are four million people in the deep-sea base, and they will definitely share what happens here with their relatives and friends on land.

But whether it was among netizens or the media, it was as silent as dead water, without causing any waves.

This shows that all news about the deep-sea base has been intercepted.

Looking at the entire seabed, the only organization with such capabilities is the Base Management Association.

I am afraid that the Base Management Association has also been bought by the Palace of Hell and the Mimicry Alliance.

Qin Ruyi continued: "Don't you know? Just last night, the scene of the deep sea base has been spread in many groups. Although it has not been confirmed by the official blog, it has caused a sensation. It is said that the poster is a student."

"Ah? How did this person do it? What equipment did he use to shoot it?" Wang Xin was very surprised. Did someone invent an anti-laser lens?

"It wasn't taken, it was painted." Qin Ruyi's next answer shocked him completely.

"It is said that the man was a cartoonist. He drew the current situation of the deep-sea base and recent events one by one through sketches, and then sent them to land for his friends to edit them into videos."

"this......"

Wang Xin couldn't help but sigh: Today's young people are really thinking very fast. There are policies from above, and countermeasures are immediately coming out from below.

The principle of information interception is to enter relevant words and video clips. Once the same parts are retrieved, they will be identified as sensitive content.

The Base Management Association probably never imagined that someone would use paintings to recreate the scene of a deep-sea base.

Then, Wang Xin frowned.

Although this method is clever, it may accelerate the actions of the Mimic Alliance and the Palace of Hell.

Once people on land start to intervene, things will become more complicated, which may allow these two organizations to completely break their disguises and become more rampant.

Nowadays, the deep-sea base is full of troubles. Revealing the secrets of the base is tantamount to standing on the opposite side of the mimic. Wang Xin can think of this, and the painter can't think of it.

Maybe the Mimicry Alliance will take action after seeing the video forwarded in the group.

In this case, what is the purpose behind this person?

Is it just for temporary happiness?

"Can you find out the identity of this painter? I want to pay him a visit." Wang Xin said seriously.

"Wait for me for half an hour."

After saying that, Qin Ruyi decisively hung up the phone.

She has always been like this, her execution ability is particularly strong, and her work efficiency is among the best in the entire company.

Wang Xin had no doubts about what she said for half an hour. Qin Ruyi was very good at this. It could be seen from the map she gave him that many secret locations were marked in detail and were very precious. You may not be able to find it even on the black market.

Taking advantage of this gap, Wang Xin tidied up the entire room. Some time ago, everyone was busy improving their cultivation and had no time to care about other things. The entire villa was in a mess.

Twenty minutes later, the mobile phone text message alert sounded, and it was indeed a message from Qin Ruyi.

[This painter is called "Marginal Exile". He graduated from Shanhe University. He made many representative works while in school. His painting style is mainly realistic. He currently lives at No. 41 Longjiang Road, Nuclear Power Zone. 】

"Is this a nuclear zone again?"

Wang Xin turned off his cell phone, picked up his helmet and hurried to the address Qin Ruyi gave him.

This region has been in the spotlight recently.

Due to the large number of casual cultivators, the Mimicry Alliance was the first to attack.

Entering the nuclear zone is like entering a border battlefield.

Gun smoke fills the air, and there are traces of fighting everywhere. The once bustling streets have lost their former hustle and bustle. Mimics can be seen everywhere, seemingly looking for the lone ancient warrior.

Wang Xin parked the electromagnetic motorcycle in a ruins. There was no other way. Roe-Juechen was too conspicuous. Choosing to walk could effectively avoid the mimic's attention.

After walking for three kilometers along the path, I finally saw the "No. 41 Longjiang Road" that Qin Ruyi said.

This building was not spared. The entrance to the gate had turned into ruins. The collapsed wall covered the only way to pass, leaving only a small hole.

Wang Xin looked around to make sure there were no mimics around, then ducked in.

The inside of the courtyard was not much better than outside. The walls were full of bullet holes, sand and rubble were scattered all over the place, and there was no place to stay.

But then again, hiding in such a dilapidated house is really not easy to trace.

"Maybe in a few days, the second psychic area will look like this."

Wang Xin frowned, hid in the corner, held his breath, and spread his consciousness around.

With precise perception, there was no one in the room.

"Aren't you at home? Or have you been captured by the Mimicry Alliance?"

After careful consideration, he decided to sneak into the room and take a look.