The heavy rain washed the bulletproof glass of the evidence room. Su Chen's fingertips rubbed the tiny bumps on the base of the gilded Buddha. Under the ultraviolet light, the pattern that was originally thought to be a casting defect actually revealed a variant pattern of the Big Dipper. Qin Feng suddenly stuttered and called up the text software: "This... This is the star map of 2040!"
Tang Ren bit the flashlight with his gold teeth, casting a strange light spot on the Buddha's body: "Let this master open his eyes!" He picked up the Luoyang shovel and smashed it on the floor. The old-fashioned transmitter in the secret compartment suddenly started up, and the rhythm of the Morse code resonated with the ticking sound of the countdown of the Su Chen system.
"It was a Cold War monitoring station..." Su Chen used a laser pen to circle the vacuum tube of the transmitter, "This is the prototype of the quantum entanglement communicator!" The nano-gloves tore open the rusted outer shell, and the internal parts were engraved with the logo of a multinational technology company - the sponsor of the Bangkok University Materials Laboratory.
Deep in the underground pipe network of Tangliu Street, Tang Ren's compass was attached to the steam valve. "The moisture in Kan Palace is so heavy, there must be a secret room!" After he kicked open the iron door, thirty ungilded bronze Buddhas stood quietly in the musty smell. Qin Feng's thermal imaging device showed that each Buddha statue had a spherical high heat source in its chest.
"It's 137!" Su Chen held the cover counter close to his ear, and the radiation value soared, "Someone is making dirty bombs..." He was suddenly knocked down by Tang Ren, and a poisoned crossbow arrow shot out from the rusted ventilation duct. The pattern of the arrow cluster was exactly the same as the tattoo of the "Hai'an" crew.
The darkroom wall suddenly flipped over, and Polo's crocodile suitcase lay on the hydraulic platform. Tang Ren used a spearing knife to pick the buckle, and the yellowed nautical chart showed a new route under ultraviolet light - pointing directly to a nuclear submarine base of a certain country. Qin Feng called up the satellite map, and the recent coordinates of the freighter formed a sonic blind spot in the sea area.
The emergency lights in the Bangkok University Materials Laboratory flickered in the rainstorm, and Su Chen's nano gloves scraped off pale golden debris on the server cabinet. "This is the coolant crystal of the fourth-generation quantum chip..." He suddenly turned to look at Qin Feng, "Do you still have the original data of the coating spectrum analysis report you submitted last week?"
Qin Feng's neck veins popped up, and his fingers tapped out a shadow on the tablet: [Data was overwritten for 37 seconds]. The surveillance screen suddenly flickered, showing that late at night three months ago, Su Chen's mentor Professor Chen had entered the laboratory alone.
"Look at this!" Tang Ren used a fish-killing knife to pry open the vent filter and pulled out a ball of cotton wool covered with gold powder. "This is the 'golden cicada shedding its shell' as mentioned in Lu Ban's Book!" Under ultraviolet light, the cotton wool revealed fingerprints - the DNA match with the cold storage manager was only 82%.
The moment the secret door of the laboratory was knocked open by the liquid nitrogen tank, thirty holographic projectors started up at the same time. Poirot in 1946 pushed his glasses in the air: "Pay attention to the first drawer..." Before he finished speaking, Tang Ren's compass suddenly attached to the laboratory table, and the magnetic needle pointed to the cancer cell sample in the culture dish.
"These cancer cells..." Su Chen's voice trembled, "are devouring the gold nanoparticles!" The mass spectrometer showed that the culture medium contained abnormal isotopes, which were completely consistent with the radiation residues reported in the autopsy report of the "Hai'an" crew. Qin Feng suddenly stuttered and called up the thesis library. Professor Chen's "Precious Metal Anticancer Agents" published three years ago was being frequently cited by a certain technology company.
The rainstorm split the power supply system, and the moment the emergency power supply was activated, the cancer cells in the culture chamber suddenly multiplied into the outline of a Buddha statue. Tang Ren pulled open the fire hydrant and sprayed it into the culture chamber: "Evildoers, look at my master's Xuanming True Water!" After the dry powder fire extinguisher was mixed with the culture fluid, it actually etched a fluorescent pattern of the Big Dipper on the ground.
The quantum computer on the top floor of the science and technology building glowed with a cold blue light, and the system interface in Su Chen's retina was suddenly invaded by strange commands. The woman in a white coat in the holographic projection smiled softly: "Welcome to experience 'Shadow Theater 2.0'." Her jade earrings flashed codes, resonating with Tang Ren's Pixiu necklace to produce infrasound waves.
"Poirot's great-granddaughter?" Qin Feng used a laser pen to scan the woman's name tag - Isabella Poirot, chief scientist of a technology company. The display screen behind her was replaying the scene of her grandfather's assassination in 1946. The family emblem on the murder weapon was exactly the same as Professor Chen's cufflinks.
Tang Ren suddenly opened his suit, and the tattoo on his back oozed blood in the infrasound. Isabella's golden nails tapped the console: "Great-grandson of Tang Jiu, your mitochondria are the living key to activate quantum tunneling." The cryopod rose in the vibration, and inside lay a man who looked exactly like Tang Ren - the first mate of the "Hai'an" who disappeared in 1946.
Su Chen freezes the control panel with liquid nitrogen, but his nano gloves are burned by the quantum crystal. Qin Feng suddenly stammers and hums "Moonlight Sonata", and the sound wave frequency accidentally triggers the fire sprinkler. The water forms an arc between the superconducting coils, projecting the star map tattoo onto the bulletproof glass.
"The three stars of the ship point to the ruins..." Tang Ren drew a talisman on the glass with blood, "Su Chen! The system energy bombards the hub!" The moment the gilded Buddha-shaped key was inserted into the terminal, Isabella's image suddenly distorted: "What do you think you are stopping? This is saving..."
The titanium alloy gate of the nuclear submarine base groaned under the thousands of roofs, and Tang Ren's compass was attached to the array of sonar and spun wildly. The Morse code deciphered by Qin Feng showed that thirty submarines were forming a quantum entanglement network, and the end point of the submarine cable was the sinking point of Zheng He's treasure ship.
"This is Yang Gong's Feng Shui technique of 'reversing the dragon'!" Tang Ren knocked on the rock wall with his Luoyang shovel, "They are reversing the earth's veins in the submarine array..." He was suddenly pulled down by Su Chen, and the light blade of the laser cutter brushed past his head, carving a sextant groove on the granite.
In front of the camera of the deep-sea detector, the bronze compass of the treasure ship wreckage was rotating. Su Chen inserted the Polo pocket watch into the control panel. When the countdown reached zero, Tang Ren's tattoo suddenly floated out of his body and formed a three-dimensional vortex with the compass. Qin Feng stuttered and called out the key frequency. The infrasound wave shook out a circular pit on the seabed - inside it was a meteorite engraved with oracle bones.
"A meteorite from 1046 BC..." Su Chen scraped off stardust, "carrying the original material of quantum computers." The holographic log shows that Zheng He's fleet once intercepted a Nazi submarine here, and the gilded Buddha is actually a container that seals alien technology.
Isabella's submarine suddenly surfaced, and the portrait of Polo on the bridge was engulfed in flames. "Grandfather's warning was right..." She screamed on the communication channel, "The Ruins is actually the eye of the sea, it is..."
The nuclear-like light swallowed up the screaming signal. When the three groups woke up in the lifeboat, Qin Feng's tablet showed that the global quantum computer had been formatted synchronously, and Tang Ren's back was as bright as before - the star tattoo had been transferred. On Su Chen's system interface, the countdown started again: [∞].