Right on Target

Zhuyin opened her mouth and let out a mournful cry. It has a sonic boom inside its skull, but it's useless against craft near the Ares because there's no pilot in the craft.

Up to now, Su Heting has been able to confirm that this is actually an assembled shield, specially used to deal with the Northern Alliance war airship.

At first glance, Zhuyin's head looked like a human face, but the stitching lines were obvious, and his expression was very stiff, unable to adjust his facial expression. It is not equipped with a corresponding information analyzer and can only execute a single command.

Officers on the Northern Front are yelling: "Take off the communicator, turn off the on-board system!"

That's right.

Now as long as the on-board system is turned off, the armored vehicle can drive normally. But if you want the aircraft to function again, there are only two ways, one is to blow up the candle yin and destroy the shielding device, and the other is to send someone to find where the candle yin shielding device is and forcefully turn it off.

Su Heting ran across the snow and found an unused armored vehicle. He got in and tried to turn on the car system.

"Welcome to...car number 999..."

The sound of the on-board system was intermittent, mixed with harsh noises, and the floating display screen that popped up was also translucent, with not only snowflakes on it, but also garbled characters.

Su Heting stared at the messy display screen and said to himself: "Outrageous..."

He quickly turned off the vehicle system and manually drove the armored vehicle.

Because of the bombing, Su Heting lost the road sign, he drove the car next to Zhuyin's body, and accelerated along the crimson road.

The snow was very slippery and the road conditions were poor. The car almost hit Zhuyin during several bumps.

Su Heting gradually noticed one thing, that is, the candle shade has not moved again. Its huge body maintained the posture when it was unearthed, using all its strength to support the head.

strangeness.

Its neck cannot be bent, it is straight. It feels like a pencil has been inserted with an eraser, which is very inconsistent with its body that is close to the python, and it is more like a temporary splicing.

—It seems to be a half-finished product.

Because the distance was too far, Su Heting couldn't see more details. He drove into the city, past the wreckage of the church, past hundreds of prayers, and finally stopped near the intelligence preparation team building.

Su Heting got off the car and squeezed into the panicked crowd. He kept saying "borrowed", and kept searching with his eyes, hoping to see a flashing letter of thanks in the crowd.

There were two gunshots ahead, and the troops on the southern front shouted with guns: "Go right, all go right! Go to the air-raid shelter of the cathedral!"

Su Heting said: "I am a special commissioner."

The soldier with the gun said: "The commissioner also has to go to the air-raid shelter."

Su Heting held up his ID and said, "I'm being ordered to hunt down Xie Zhenshu."

The soldier with the gun pulled down the windproof scarf that covered his mouth and nose, and said, "Can't you understand? Go to the air-raid shelter. The northern front troops are coming soon, and there is going to be a war here!"

Su Heting said: "Tell me where he is, and I will retreat."

The soldier with the gun said: "I have never heard of this name at all. Now everywhere is being bombed, and you are not the only one who lost his family!"

Su Heting blurted out: "Impossible!"

Things were chaotic last night, but Xie Zhenshu's name spread all over the city, everyone should have heard of him.

The gunman's expression didn't seem to be fake, he pushed Su Heting and pushed Su Heting into the crowd. The crowd rushed to the right, everyone dragged their families with their mouths, and many people were holding the divine book bestowed by God, and were reciting the true meaning while crying.

"Thanks to the God of the Mountain for coming...

"We worship at the foot of mountains and seas, and bear the whipping of severe winter for generations.

"God, please listen to the crime of the electronic false god..."

There are only a few pieces of snow left, floating on Su Heting's cheeks. He didn't believe in evil, held up his documents, and asked one by one: "Do you know the letter of thanks?"

No one answered him, and everyone looked sad, avoiding Su Heting's question in a low-pray prayer.

Thank you pillow book.

Su Heting kept repeating the name. After a long time, he gradually stopped. Among the crowd, he couldn't find any trace of Xie Zhenshu's existence.

—like never seeing me, never kissing me.

Su Heting stayed where he was in a daze, completely embarrassed. The officer disappeared overnight like melting snow. But Su Heting couldn't accept such a sentence. He picked up his documents and went retrograde to the building of the intelligence preparation team.

The oath of the Commander-in-Chief of the Southern Front was being played on the building: "My countrymen and friends, we will not surrender to the false gods of electronics. They waged this unjust war to bring us into submission by violence...  

"But the gods gave us unyielding spines and bones as hard as steel.

"We want to fight back, and we want to pay back the pain thousands and hundreds of times to the people on the northern front!"

Su Heting entered the empty building, the roof had been blown up, documents were scattered all over the floor, the intelligence preparation team had already moved.

In order to get more clues about Xie Zhenshu, Su Heting withdrew from the building and drove back home. He went upstairs and found that the place was still the same as when they left last night, even the corpses on the ground had not been cleaned up.

Su Heting entered the study room, and his intuition told him that if there was any secret in this family, it must be in the study room, because Xie Zhenshu would only lock it here when he left home.

There are book walls on both sides of the study room, and the desk next to the window has drawers, but when opened, there is nothing. Su Heting had no choice but to look at the wall of books. He roughly scanned the titles of these books and found a divine book from heaven in the middle.

Take a gamble.

Su Heting took out the divine book and flipped through it quickly, but there was nothing in it. He closed the book in frustration, and when he looked up, he found a thousand paper cranes folded deep in the column.

This Thousand Paper Crane is surprisingly big.

Su Heting took it out and saw ink stains on its wings, so he took it apart, and a page of beautiful characters appeared in front of his eyes.

[According to Article 345 of the Divine Book, we obtained the bones of the Divine under the snow-capped mountains. 】

Su Heting looked down.

[We implanted the bones of the **** into Zhuyin's body, trying to wake it up, but failed. At the time of desperation, Xie Jin proposed to implant the bones of the gods into the human body in segments. He was the first person in the alliance to study the divine scriptures, and he was also my lover. I believed in him and decided to give it a try. 】

[The experiment was quickly resisted, and we lost children for long-term observation. But Xie Jin said, we have a small book. 】

The handwriting begins to be scribbled here.

【Xiaoshu is in great pain. After being replaced with the skeleton of a god, he can barely move, and needs to be injected with a large amount of synthetic hormones to help him fuse. He lay on the hospital bed every day without saying a word. Xie Jin bought him a lot of children's picture books, but we were too busy and no one read to him. 】

[One year later, Xiaoshu began to adapt to the bones of the gods, and could walk on the ground with the help of special effects. But the special effects needed to be injected, and there wasn't much room on his back for injections. 】

[After implantation, the effect is remarkable. Xiaoshu's reaction ability is far superior to that of ordinary people, and so is his strength. 】

[It's a pity that we can't disclose the success of the experiment to anyone, and the rumors have become more and more serious recently. In order to protect the little book, I only told the news to the leader of the cathedral. He regards the little book as a miracle and will definitely prevent the commander from killing it. 】

[Article 899 of the Divine Book, we are believers in mountains and seas. Xie Jin said that we may all come from a past era. In that era, we and the Northern Line were brothers and had created a glorious history together. Because of our admiration for God, we have all gone astray. The world is reborn in destruction, and then goes on to destruction after rebirth. This is an endless cycle. 】

The handwriting ends here.

Su Heting felt a sense of suffocation while browsing, his heart beat fast, with a sharp pain. While putting the thousand paper cranes back, he found two familiar notebooks on the side.

—It is a 36810 notebook.

Xie Zhenshu brought these two notebooks back from the weird Corn Town, which contained records about the experiment in District 14 of the Northern Front Alliance.

Su Heting opened the notebook, and found a newly inserted paper between them. There was also handwriting on it, which should be written by Xie Zhen.

[36810, Ao Yin, a night traveler. 】

[Experiments in District 14, experiments bestowed by gods. 】

A simple question mark is drawn here. Xie Zhenshu seems to be thinking about the relationship between the two experiments, but no results have been drawn. However, he wrote down the words "design draft" and added "candle yin" after the "design draft".

Su Heting had a tacit understanding and understood it almost instantly.

Candle Yin is indeed a semi-finished product!

According to these records, Candle Yin should be a technological heritage of a certain era, and was regarded as the God of the Mountain in the Southern Front Alliance. They originally wanted to awaken Zhuyin through the "skeleton of the gods", but they failed. But after 36810 was arrested, the Nanxian people used those weird design drafts of 36810 to fill in the missing parts of Zhuyin.

However, the things were not original, nor were they specially developed, which made Zhuyin's neck stiff, unable to bend or turn, and looked patched.

Su Heting thought to himself: Zhuyin is not yet complete, even if it is to continue to study the bones of the gods, the commander of the southern line cannot kill Xie Zhenshu now. The leader, or Godsend, would not allow the commander-in-chief of the southern front to kill Xie Zhenshu. But where did he get the Xie Pillow Book?

When Su Heting was at a loss, the police whistle in the city sounded again, followed by intensive gunfire. Presumably, the people from the northern line had already sensed that something was wrong with Zhuyin and pressed in.

Su Heting returned to the living room, he found that it was dark outside. No, it wasn't dark, but a long-armed woman with soft hair and jet black hanging upside down on the glass.

The batter-like face was pressed against the glass, and the small mouth moved, making a dull choking sound from the chest.

"…go home."

Su Heting said: "Why is it you again!"

The night travel girl's head sank, her neck was getting longer and longer, and her face was rubbing against the glass, making a harsh sound. It can't understand human language, but like Ao Yin Su Heting met in Corn Town, it can detect the black panther chip.

So, it raised its two sharp lower limbs, and chopped off the glass like crazy.

Su Heting turned around immediately, he held the doorknob, but then heard the sound of "bang bang bang" in the stairs.

— Surrounded!

Su Heting pulled the door backwards and locked it. The glass behind it first cracked and then broke. Night Walker squeezed her head in with great effort, and was shot twice by Su Heting.

It cried miserably: "Give me back the child."

Su Heting said: "You have found the wrong person."

The night tour girl crushed the glass with a "crash", and a few blade-edged legs flicked, and rushed straight up!