Hearing such words, Fan Ning fell silent for a long time.
There was no wind on the dunes at dawn, and a few solitary birds were circling and chirping in the sky. The vehicles parked in the desert below had not stalled, 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 did not respond 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 is not the final destination of the Special Inspection Office, and the investigation carried out on it is 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 Inspection Agency 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 is the closest location to the unknown source that can be explored so far. It was 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 withered 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-gray.
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 has published a list of more than 20 inspectors. If the investigation plan is really necessary, Pogorelic
With his 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 letting Te
The inspector feels that it is not enough to fight for benefits.”
During Fan Ning's calculations during this period, half of his energy was spent 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 or 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." Priest Jacob also said.
"It's hard to say what will happen next." The one-armed old priest Duerke followed him downhill, 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, Brigadier General Boles was in the passenger seat, and Bishop Tucville was 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 behind;
Colonel Alpha drove the fuel transport truck at the rear, with Pastor Jacob on the passenger side.
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 time.
The desert to the west of Yuantia City is vast and vast, but a suitable path still needs to be chosen. The three soldiers who serve as drivers carefully and quickly control the vehicle to move 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 at before.
They still extend endlessly to both sides, and as a boundary, the overall altitude of the area ahead has dropped a little, but the scene that should have been full of fox lilies has now become 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 of this place from the Red Cathedral and the Nine Gardens seemed to be a little too far away.
After the vehicle stopped, his eyes followed the boundary line of the winding "cliff" and saw several traces of man-made holes or knots.
"Someone has gone down with the help of tools, not just one person or a team."
Bishop Tucville, who was sitting in the car in front, said it casually, but his tone was not too surprised.
The situation in the Southern Continent may be more complicated than that in the Western Continent. After all, the Western Continent still has a complete and stable political power and a large-scale and systematic army. But here, the countries do not even have enough competitive power to enclosure the territory. Who is going to take care of it?
These people running around?
Fan Ning's co-driver, Priest Durk, jumped out of the car.
He took out a bundle of brand new and neatly knotted curse scrolls from his pocket, untied them and shook them open.
A golden wall of soft air stretches down the cliff.
The three cars drove through the slope one after another and arrived at the wider area below.
At a glance, the vast land looks like an earth-yellow furnace that reaches almost to the horizon.
The geology here is not as loose as before, but it is easier to walk. Moreover, everyone quickly discovered that there was a strip of granite gravel lying in the sand, rocks and dead leaves under their feet, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
He said, this is something Fan Ning, who had previously pretended to be Scheele, had never seen when looking at the sea of flowers.
It should be a road leading to a frontier post station or sentinel tower. However, as the abnormal zone spread and approached, the stronghold was abandoned by people, and a new post station was built later. Then the new post station was abandoned layer by layer, and so on.
Scattered across this desert far and near.
The car gradually left the boundaries of conventional civilian maps, still maintaining an average speed of nearly 60 kilometers per hour.
In the monotonous noise, a certain unknown atmosphere seems to have spread in the air, and it seems to be just human beings' unfamiliar psychology of "no man's land".
No matter what, some members of the team did become a little nervous.