The Jiacheng construction site is well-equipped, and the surrounding soundproof walls minimize the noise caused by the large-scale gunfire.

In addition, the construction site was a noisy place, so it was normal to hear noises from that direction. The sounds of pile drivers, excavators, and even explosions were not surprising. So even though some people in the suburbs heard the noises, they did not think much about it.

The bodies of the insect monsters have all been recovered, and even the blood that has flowed out has been sucked away as much as possible by people wearing isolation suits using extraction equipment, and the areas where the bodies have stayed have been thoroughly disinfected.

The body of the unfortunate engineer was also taken away, and even his family members are still unaware that their loved one has died.

House No. 1 is also temporarily separated by a simple retaining wall, but not for epidemic prevention purposes, but to study the movement patterns of these insect monsters.

For example, some traces left on the board houses can be used to judge the distance they cross with each step, their jumping ability, and also infer their speed and forward movement habits.

As one of the three pilot construction sites, despite such a major incident, the project still has to continue.

In response to the question from the people below about whether Li Donglai would temporarily stop working.

Li Donglai gave a direct answer: "Even if the sky falls, the project must be completed on time."

On the same day, the construction site's senior management discussed the relevant issues in detail with their superiors and Tao Xingzhi's department.

As for how the insect monster appeared, it can be classified as one of the previous anomalies, but why it appeared at the construction site is unlikely to be "discovering human intentions". Instead, it seems like, as Huang Jiutian said, it was attracted by something.

No matter what the situation is, the Jiacheng construction site must not stop but must speed up construction.

There are two purposes. First, the resources invested cannot be abandoned at will. Also, there is no expectation that the base can be hidden for long after it is built. As a pilot project, the key is to see the problem.

Second, if it was really the construction site that attracted the monster, then why would you remove the bait yourself?

Therefore, the construction site resumed operations with extremely high efficiency, in less than half a day, and work resumed almost before the scientific research team left. The number of peripheral security forces seemed to remain unchanged, but some personnel were replaced and equipped with some heavy weapons. Individual night vision equipment and small-scale thermal imaging equipment were also issued.

Among members of the military and police, especially officers, the purpose of their superiors is clear.

…

In the secret realm, Qin Xiaoxia and Doudou both stepped back a distance, feeling the slight vibration underground.

The former allows one to intuitively feel the changes underneath, like the extension of veins.

It does not grow outward little by little from the center as imagined, but rather it is made up of countless crystal root-like things that extend outward continuously.

The distance was hundreds of meters before the roots stopped and each formed a landing point and circled for a distance.

The mother crystal stone has now shrunk to the size of a bean. If Qin Xiaoxia had not been able to sense it, he would have thought it had disappeared.

'No motivation?'

A layer of purple flame burned on his arm, releasing magic power into the mother crystal stone underground.

Sure enough, the magic power was quickly absorbed. Although the "little bean" did not grow, the roots on the outside began to move again.

More tiny whiskers grow out from the main branches.

In a short period of time, a large area underground was like a diluted version of a marshmallow ball in the soil layer.

Afterwards, no matter how much magic power Qin Xiaoxia input, there was no follow-up action, and the mother crystal stone could no longer absorb his magic power, and a small accident occurred.

Although he had tried his best to suppress some of the special properties of his own magic power, his magic power still burned a small part of the roots, which scared Qin Xiaoxia so much that he quickly withdrew the excess magic power.

There's still something missing.

The amount of magic power is too high for the fragile newborn crystal ore. It can be used for catalysis, but it is not feasible to use it as food.

We still need orthodox "crop fertilizer".

Qin Xiaoxia has never missed the faceless ghost corpse in the wine bottle as much as he does now.

According to his limited knowledge of planting, it seems that the more disgusting something is, the better the fertilizer effect will be.

Outside the secret realm, the afterglow of the setting sun brought up a fiery cloud in the sky, as gorgeous as fire and as enchanting as blood.

…

Shanghai, editorial office of "Where the Oriole Goes".

Cui Ying is browsing through the messages left by readers on self-media websites and public accounts one by one.

She paused at a certain point.

"Count, here is another reader asking for help..."

Earl is the nickname of a male editor in the editorial department. He is the one who handles all the requests for help from readers recently.

Hearing Cui Ying's words, he stood up from his seat with a headache.

Walk over to the editor-in-chief's desk and look at her computer screen.

“It’s this person indeed!”

Cui Ying is a little strange, why use "again"?

"Has this person asked for help many times?"

The Count nodded.

"I guess so, but this guy didn't leave any contact information, and he didn't call us. We sent him messages online, but he never replied."

At this point, the Earl told Cui Ying about what had happened to this guy named "Scarecrow" during this period, and also complained about the hard work he had done.

In the earl's words, "We did say we would try our best to help. Whether we can help or not is another matter. But brother, at least you let us contact you. Are you sending messages just to tease us? Be careful that the crying monster will get mad!"

Cui Ying coaxed him like she was coaxing a child, and then asked a question.

“How many times has this guy posted this?”

"I didn't count, but it must be four or five times. If he does it a few more times, I'll want to block him."

"Did he say anything sweary?"

"No, but it's strange, he always seems to send messages at about the same time, probably after dusk."

The Count looked at his watch, it was seven twenty, then he looked at the time of the message, it was six fifty-two, and sure enough, it was around seven o'clock in the evening again.

After hearing this, Cui Ying looked at the message in the special message area for readers to ask for help.

(Scarecrow: Save me, save me...) Followed by a string of messy letters and symbols.

I don't know why, but I had a strange feeling in my heart. I rubbed my arms unconsciously and found that I had goose bumps.

The Count continued to talk to himself.

"To be honest, I don't understand what's the fun in this kind of prank. If there's really a problem, calling the police would be more effective, right?"

Cui Ying suddenly asked him.

"Do you remember the first article of our "Strange Tales"? "

The count was stunned. How could he have forgotten that? Just mentioning it gave him goosebumps.

"What if Scarecrow didn't want to call the police, but it was useless to call the police, or there was no way to call the police at all?"

Cui Ying put forward this inexplicable hypothesis.

"That's unlikely. How can we not be able to call the police if we can access the Internet?"

…

In a tiled house at a private greenhouse farm far away from Shencheng, a man with a stiff body and vines growing all over his body sat slumped in front of a table with lifeless eyes.

There were several similar figures in other parts of the room.

Everything inside the room seems to have been regreened by nature, with branches and green leaves everywhere, looking full of vitality.

The hand that was able to move slightly was pressed on the mobile phone which was also entangled with vines.

There was no signal on the mobile phone, but the wireless network in the room was intermittent, and the charging data cable of the mobile phone was fortunately always connected to the plug.

The flickering screen that seemed like it would go out at any time was opening the new APP of "Wingzhisuoxiang".

The green color of the room seems to have frozen time at the moment of mutation.

Within a few days, he could only move for a few moments when there was a sunset, like a green version of Hawking, but there was only a mechanical obsession of asking for help in his mind. The message for help was more like a timed alarm clock than a desire to survive.

As the last rays of the setting sun gradually disappeared, the figure's fingers and body became increasingly stiff, as if they had turned into wood.

In the shed area, a green shadow staring at the sunset broke through the soil, gradually sank into the ground and disappeared.