As El continued to descend in the mud, he could feel that the medium around him was constantly changing, as if it was transforming from normal mud into a strange paste.
Even without actual contact, he felt that the surrounding environment was sticky and wet, as if he had been swallowed into the chest and abdomen of a giant beast.
Of course, El also knew that this was impossible. If there really was such a huge monster, the destruction of Hope City would be imminent.
As the altitude decreased, El recorded important information in his mind.
That vague feeling of rejection still continued to affect his mind, and he would subconsciously want to leave if his concentration was distracted for a moment.
By holding his breath and combining his abilities, El can store some air inside his body, which is enough to support him in completing the descent.
Even if it doesn't work... He reached out and gently brushed the small gas bottle at his waist, which was one of the few items he had obtained for himself among his spoils of war.
El was concentrating on observing his surroundings, and finally, he felt a touch different from stones and soil under his feet.
I seem to have hit bottom...
How deep is this from the initial descent?
El estimated based on his sense that it was within 200 meters.
After preparing himself mentally, El turned his body in the warm solid surroundings and slowly descended headfirst.
This is a difficult move that only he can do. After all, it is to sneak into a mysterious area from above. If the lower body appears first, it may cause unnecessary trouble.
As his body sank a little bit, El felt like a thief with extremely sophisticated skills at this moment.
Finally, he passed through the thick shell made of unknown material, and in an unnoticed corner, a face appeared on the ceiling of the underground ranch.
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It’s hot, too hot!
This was El's first feeling after he stuffed half of his head into here.
It's already November outside, but it's as hot as midsummer here.
It was more uncomfortable than midsummer, because El, who was hanging upside down on the ceiling, felt the heat and the extremely high humidity at the same time.
This seems to be a...greenhouse.
Of course, El didn't know what a greenhouse was. According to his current level of education, he was fortunate to be able to use the words temperature and humidity relatively accurately.
But El also has his own strengths, such as his good memory.
In fact, Lin Qingliu didn’t care much about the memory problem, because he had already thought about it. After El successfully returned, he would use his ability to watch the first-person live broadcast in the other party’s dream.
It was obviously a pipe dream to expect a semi-illiterate boy to give him an accurate description of what was underground.
El turned his gaze towards the greenhouse.
After hanging upside down on the ceiling for a long time and confirming that there was no surveillance here, El chose to sneak in directly.
As a super-powered being with spatial abilities, he would not leave any traces here, no matter whether it was hair or dust, no trace would remain.
After he was no longer hanging upside down, El was able to carefully observe the design of this place.
In addition to the obvious feeling of stuffiness, the first thing that impressed El was the warm yellow strip and plate chandeliers.
These lighting structures are composed of individual light beads, and underneath them are rows of plants immersed in transparent liquid.
El guaranteed that all the plants he had seen in his life, whether alive or dead, on the roadside or in a plate, combined, were not as long as the five minutes today.
Different kinds of plants are growing their roots freely in the transparent liquid, and above them are emerald green leaves mixed with other colors and fruits of varying sizes.
Every thirty seconds, the plant cultivation rack under the warm light will start to rotate, flipping the plants on the next layer that cannot receive direct light to the upper layer, while the top layer is sent to the bottom. In the huge room, everything repeats itself.
All of this was done without any trace of human intervention.
El walked past one plant rack after another, saw one plant after another, but didn't see any staff.
This level of automation was beyond the imagination of the semi-illiterate boy. He even believed that there were real people hiding in the cavity under the shelf to perform the operation.
As he continued to move forward, El also felt the curvature of the wall.
Perhaps because the radius was too large, after El had been walking for a few minutes, he realized that he seemed to be on a huge circle.
As an ordinary person who had never seen a central spire, El's understanding of buildings was still at the square stage, and this discovery made him extremely excited.
Just as El was carefully observing the curvature of the wall, footsteps suddenly sounded, and he blended into the wall very naturally, waiting for what was about to happen.
"Ding~"
An electronic sound rang out and the frosted glass door slowly opened.
Two people in white work clothes walked in, a man and a woman, both looked to be around thirty years old.
The man was quite tall. He stood on tiptoes and looked around, but found nothing.
The female staff member smiled and said:
"I said it's okay, right? There are only plants here, what could go wrong?"
"That's true, but the signal sent back by the sensor just now did fluctuate."
The man was still a little confused. After checking twice more, he was sure that there was no problem here.
Then he checked the numbers on each plant rack and finally came to a position near the middle.
"Ahhh I knew it!"
The woman who had said very little suddenly became excited:
"I knew you had ulterior motives! Did I catch you?"
The man ignored her and leaned down to find a plant that was secretly marked.
The plant has green leaves with irregular wavy edges, and several red fruits hang from slender branches.
"These are the three most perfect little tomatoes that have grown in this batch."
The man suddenly became inexplicably excited:
"Look at the curvature, the color, and the smoothness of the surface!"
"Forehead."
The woman suddenly fell into some kind of awkward mood:
"I've heard that you have a very special hobby. It seems to be true..."
"What kind of special hobby is this?"
The man's tone was strange, and I didn't know whether he was dissatisfied or aggrieved.
"I've seen our colleague who was transferred away talking to plants late at night before. I'm just quietly appreciating their beauty. How can this be better?"
"But...but he is a superpower, the kind that can promote plant growth."
"Of course I know he is a superpower, but the thing is that I specifically asked him, and his ability can be activated without speaking, so it is completely his personal habit."
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