Chapter 142 What are you going to do?
Tu Lanxun held his breath.
The ripples under the palms of the Zheng brothers grew bigger and bigger, and a silver light almost connected the sky and the earth, vaguely showing the shape of a door.
It seems like something is missing.
Tu Lanxun said, "The door can be sensed, but there's still one step left to open it."
Wen Chong nodded in understanding, raised his hand and asked the staff of the Tourism Administration to come forward. A device similar to a cheating device lit up, and a pulse of light wave swept through the secret space, deceiving the space detection mechanism within a second or two.
It really worked. The door to the secret space slowly opened and then disappeared into thin air.
Just when everyone thought they had failed, Zheng Liefeng, who was calm and resolute, took a tentative step forward and disappeared before everyone's eyes amid exclamations.
Go in!
Tu Lanxun, Wenchong and others hurriedly followed, only to feel a trance before their eyes, and then they entered another completely unimaginable space.
Of course, it is completely unimaginable only to others, but Tu Lanxun himself has been there in person.
It is the secret space where light cages and butterflies are stored and abstract landscape paintings are hung.
Tu Lanxun seemed to have returned to the secret room of the Bluebird Metropolis Hospital in the Gray Cave, which made her feel confused.
Ignoring Wen Chong's playful gaze, Tu Lanxun strolled over to the wall where the landscape painting had once hung. But now, in this mountain, the landscape painting was no longer a landscape, but an empty frame. It felt strange, as if the scenery within the painting had popped out and unfolded outside.
"The space here is very similar to yours." Zheng Dongyang said excitedly on the other side of the mobile screen.
It was exactly the same. The two teams from Xingfuquan Road and Xiaokunshan entered two mirror images of each other. As Zheng Liefeng continued forward, nearly bumping into "himself," Tu Lanxun was almost speechless.
Zheng Liefeng sniffed and asked cautiously, "Is there a mirror here?"
Before he could react, the person next to him suddenly exclaimed in surprise. Zheng Liefeng turned to speak, but the mirror image of Zheng Liefeng across from him stared straight at him, an expression that seemed to be a mixture of amusement and fear.
The original body is out of sync with the mirror image.
Tu Lanxun and Wen Chong looked at each other and said at the same time, "That must be Zheng Dongyang!"
Zheng Dongyang said cheerfully in front of the serious Zheng Liefeng: "Brother!"
Isn't Zheng Dongyang's team thousands of miles away in Xiaokun Mountain? How did they end up here?
But everyone soon discovered that Zheng Dongyang in front of them was just a virtual body, or a soul, and they themselves were also virtual bodies in front of Zheng Dongyang's team. The two sides met in the twin space, and were in a dual state of soul and entity to each other.
The two sides immediately started communicating, but found that they could not reach each other's position, and the spatial travel could not be completed. They could only interact temporarily in this secret place.
Tu Lanxun looked at the brothers Zheng Liefeng and Zheng Dongyang thoughtfully. Their maintenance suits were shining. She watched Wen Chong's men scanning everywhere with instruments.
"Nothing special was found, Director Wen." A sturdy young man came running over to report. His muscles bulged under his clothes and his skin was as white as if he had applied powder.
"Okay, go ahead, Pengfei." Wenchong replied.
Tu Lanxun remembered that the young man was a junior of Lu Lianbing and Zhao Kuanqiao, and was considered a capable newcomer. His name was Su Pengfei, and he was quite capable.
"This space still needs further detection and development." Wen Chong made the decision, but saw Tu Lanxun squatting in the corner, staring at an inconspicuous screen.
Wen Chong walked over: "What's wrong?"
Tu Lanxun raised his head and said, "I think this is a bit strange."
The implication was that there was no such thing in the secret space of Bluebird Metropolitan Hospital. She remembered it clearly.
This thing looked like a small computer piled here casually. Wen Chong turned on the host, the screen lit up, and a face that Tu Lanxun had seen appeared, but with its eyes closed, as if in sleep mode.
It was a round face, quite delicate, with a strong mixed-race look, a high nose, deep eyes, thick lips and thick eyebrows, steep bones and soft skin, with a slightly olive-colored sheen.
Oh, it's Viola's face.
Tu Lanxun suddenly realized that this might be the biggest gain of this operation. There was a window here where he could talk to Viola, or Kris's AI wife.
They sealed up the electronic Viola as carefully as they did the holographic butterflies, and asked Zheng Dongyang and Lu Lianbing in Xiaokunshan to follow suit.
After everything was over, Tu Lanxun and Wen Chong walked out of the space and saw Su Pengfei helping Zheng Liefeng take off his support suit. Everyone was exhausted. Tu Lanxun said, "Kris isn't here."
Since Kris is not here, he is probably preparing some plan.
For example, igniting the plan of heaven on earth in advance?
"These two spaces will be protected, and Professor Mu will be invited to conduct on-site research."
The night was already intoxicating. Wen Chong told the others to go back first, drove back to the South Branch, and said to Tu Lanxun, "You should go back too."
Tu Lanxun nodded and asked carefully, "How is Nanlu?"
Wen Chong sighed and said, "Fortunately, he didn't wake up and he didn't die."
"Will he be pardoned?"
"If we can prove that he did all this under control, then yes," Wenchong replied.
Tu Lanxun felt a little more at ease, not only for Nanlu, but also for N, Sonya, and Mikhail. So she turned and walked into the night, getting into the silver-gray Jetta.
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Tu Lanxun returned to the convenience store. All the ghosts were waiting there, most of them were ghosts with some connection to the Heavenly Kingdom Group. Sonia, Xianyu Qingyun, and Mikhail were not mentioned for the moment. Liu Maosheng came up to them and asked, "Did you catch them?"
"Kris has disappeared without a trace." Tu Lanxun sank into a chair wearily. "Let's have the patrol team step up their defenses. Wenchong said they'll send more people to the development zone, so we shouldn't hide anything here."
The affairs of the Heavenly Kingdom Group have also begun to surface in the ghostly social circles, where the ghosts are the center of gossip. After learning of the Heavenly Kingdom Group's activities and the potential threat it poses to the development zone, some ghosts have fled to avoid the danger, while others, determined to maintain the development zone's existence, have expressed their unwavering support for Tu Lanxun.
"Only by pulling together can we save ourselves," said a hanged ghost, the rope untied from his neck. This ghost had once committed suicide, but after death, he cherished "life" even more. "Based on the experiments that group conducted on Miss Xianyu and the others, I don't believe they can treat us ghosts well."
Another burly, overweight, tattooed ghost also said, "Right! Only by staying in the development zone can we fight for the rights of ghosts and once again become legal citizens of Earth. Otherwise, if you go it alone, no one will care about you."
All eyes turned to Tu Lanxun, the development zone's sole spokesperson. She was positive but unassuming. She briefly briefed Liu Maosheng on establishing patrol teams and an alarm system, then said, "Daily patrols will have a set route. Keep an eye out for suspicious behavior, both ghosts and living beings. Each stop will require a check-in. The pay is reasonable, and will be paid from the convenience store for now. I'll report this to the relevant authorities and we'll finalize it later."
As she spoke, she opened the bag, revealing a set of earphone-style remote communication devices, all approved by the Tourism Administration.
The ghosts who stayed behind were united in their determination to defend the development zone as their home and their own rights and interests in the future, and the things were distributed quickly.
They dispersed, and Tu Lanxun went upstairs to his home. The third floor was still warm and quiet. Through the window, he could see the ghosts of the first group of sentinels appearing on the street, but their presence was fleeting.
The patrol plan finalized by Tu Lanxun was not to wander around the streets, but to operate in the shadows to prevent any possibility that the enemy was in the dark and he was in the light.
She felt a little relieved and was about to take a shower and go to bed when N suddenly appeared behind her. She almost jumped up: "Why did you come in?"
N leaned against the windowsill, crossed his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Kris didn't catch it."
He was feeling aggrieved. Tu Lanxun couldn't help but laugh, "Isn't it normal that he wasn't caught?"
N didn't leave, standing there, his broken eyes staring at her. He was a little too handsome. Even with the horrible cracks, he looked more like a strange but exquisitely broken life-size doll. A few strands of hair hung sparsely in front of his eyes.
Tu Lanxun washed her hands, walked over, and gently grasped his wrists. Her fingers couldn't quite wrap around the joints, so she took off N's black leather gloves and clasped her fingers around his slightly deformed right hand.
The twisted joints pressed against the blue-painted sides of the fingers, tightly interlocked, and the tenderest skin in that area felt cool, yet also itchy as if being scratched.
"Everything will be over." Tu Lanxun wanted to kiss N's forehead, but this guy was too tall and didn't bend over. She looked at N's collar for a while, and finally grabbed his collar, slowly pulled him down, raised his chin, and touched the center of his forehead with her lips.
N suddenly hid back like a teased cat, but only kept a small distance. She looked at Tu Lanxun with shyness and even anger in her eyes, but the broad, slightly deformed hand wrapped her hand tighter and tighter.
Tu Lanxun chuckled softly. N was eager to try, with a dangerous look in his eyes. He wanted to pounce on her for revenge, but her other hand was pressed against his throat.
"Did you pinch my neck like this at the beginning?" Tu Lanxun looked over quietly and measured N's neck inch by inch with her tiger's mouth. N did not resist at all. He closed his eyes and let her flick the side of his neck. His Adam's apple slid back and forth instinctively.
His voice was low and deep: "I was wrong..."
Tu Lanxun still felt it was not enough, so he put on the black leather gloves he had looted from N. N subconsciously wanted to snatch them, but Tu Lanxun slapped the back of her hand. She withdrew her hand reluctantly and watched Tu Lanxun move his palm. The black leather gloves were too loose on her, which made her lose the elite style, but had a different charm like a dark chef or butcher.
This time, the feeling coming from under the black leather was no longer cool, but a delicate warmth. The black fingertips scraped across the original owner's cheek skin inch by inch. Tu Lanxun took the initiative but didn't know what to do next, so she pinched N's ear, leaned over, exhaled, and whispered, "I will protect you, just like you protect me."
N turned his head suddenly, not knowing what he was going to catch. Tu Lanxun screamed out of the window: "Uh, what are you doing!"
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