As the ice crystal marks solidified into frost flowers in the sandalwood grain, Transport Captain Luan was poking the holographic map with his oily fingers.
The modified heavy truck behind him was whimpering like a trapped beast, and the "Heavenly Creations" water-sucking device welded on the roof was still dripping dark green energy liquid.
"This broken car ate three of my gears from Kaogong Ji." Captain Luan threw the wrench on the operating table, shaking the red light of the eighteen coordinates suspended in the air. "Two of the salt crystal warehouses Mr. Mou mentioned are in the cracks of the permafrost."
Dispatcher Shao raised his head from between the three tablets, and the tactical eyepiece reflected the faint blue fluorescence of the "Illustrated Explanation of River Engineering Tools".
The bronze clepsydra pinned to his sleeve was moving backwards at an abnormal speed. It was the timekeeping device that Chen Yao had repaired with rhino horn glue last night. "The transport team needs to prioritize the processing of the Ao Bo Tu crystals at coordinate point 7. The purity of the salt crystals there is—"
"Purity is useless!" Captain Luan suddenly opened the inspection cover at the bottom of the truck. The boiling silver-white metal solution illuminated the old scar on his chin. "Didn't you see that my Hunjianglong transport chain is stuck in the cracks of time?"
The quarrel between the two startled Chen Yao who was debugging the condenser.
The remaining page of "Beishan Jiujing" attached to the end of her silver scissors suddenly trembled, and the midnight snow condensed on the blades fell off.
When she saw that the energy lines on Mou Xuan's tactical gloves had spread to the truck tires, she decisively cut off a certain space-time fold that was invisible to the naked eye.
The base warehouse was suddenly rained with ice crystals with a salty taste.
"Use the transport box with the mortise and tenon structure of the Carpenter's Legacy." Mou Xuan's voice was mixed in with the crisp sound of ice crystals falling to the ground. The golden threads condensed from the energy of the Tao Ge danced on his fingertips. "Shao, Dispatcher, mix the shale powder of the Yunlin Stone Book in Warehouse No. 4 into the transport fuel."
When the bronze power enveloped the dispatch tablet, a string of inverted oracle codes flashed across Dispatcher Shao's glasses.
He looked at the red warning symbol flashing on the shipping list, hesitant to speak, and finally just silently pushed the sliding eyepiece.
Seven days later.
When Chen Yao stepped onto the ice steps formed by the veins of The Classic of Tea and climbed up to the observation deck, she just happened to see Captain Luan's truck smashing the thirteenth space-time vortex.
The Aobotu salt crystals on board the vehicle turned into silver meteors upon impact, three of which fell precisely into the melting gap in the fortifications.
"This is the third supply accident this week." Construction worker Lao Duan's hand was bulging with veins as he clutched the remaining copy of the "Construction Methods". Ming Dynasty bricks corroded by salt crystals were scattered around his feet. "It was said that it could replace 30% of the sea grain steel..."
The smoke from cooking, as recorded in "The Records of the Wu Family's Kitchen," wafted from the base cafeteria, but no one had the appetite to eat.
Dispatcher Shao huddled in the protective shield formed by the data stream of Mengxi Bitan, with seventeen unfinished dispatch plans floating in front of him.
The rhino horn glue patch on the back of his neck was bleeding - it was scratched by the turbulence of time and space when he was moving "Ao Bo Tu" last week.
"Brother Luan didn't lose the salt crystals on purpose." The young apprentice of the transport team suddenly dropped the energy detector. "That broken car has been throwing tantrums since it swallowed the gears of Kaogongji. Yesterday, it almost vomited a whole box of shale powder from Yunlin Shipu into the Pacific wormhole!"
The protests were cut into pieces by the sudden alarm.
The energy patterns on Mou Xuan's tactical gloves suddenly surged, crushing the space-time turbulence coming from the northwest corner into bronze powder.
Only then did everyone realize that the ice crystal scales on the edge of the conference table had eroded the blue brick floor of the cafeteria at some point.
"I don't want an explanation." As Mou Xuan spoke, the energy of Tao Ge was flowing through the blood vessels in his wrist. "Dispatcher Shao, take me to see the real-time transportation route."
In the dispatching room, the remaining pages of "Illustrated Explanation of River Engineering Tools" flow on the four walls like a green river.
When he saw the three transportation routes strangely twisted into a knot at the node of time and space, Mou Xuan suddenly reached out and broke a glowing silk thread.
Amid the sound of Dispatcher Shao gasping for air, a three-dimensional model of the "sluice gate air-holding method" used for flood control in the Ming Dynasty suddenly unfolded.
"You deliberately delayed the laying of the maglev track."
This is not a question.
The oracle code on Dispatcher Shao's tactical eyepiece suddenly flashed in disorder, and his fingers hidden behind the data stream of "Dream Stream Essays" trembled slightly: "The existing energy is only enough to support..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sound of Captain Luan slamming the door.
The transport team leader was covered with alarms made from parts from The Exploitation of the Works of Nature, and holding a half-broken Hunjianglong chain in his hand: "I admit that I lost the salt crystal!
But if Mr. Shao had approved the batch of shale powder from Yunlin Stone Album earlier... "
Chen Yao's silver scissors suddenly made a clear sound like a phoenix's cry.
Everyone then discovered that the ice crystals had climbed up to the ceiling at some point, and the shadow of the collapsed fortifications appeared in the upside-down frost flowers.
The energy patterns on Mou Xuan's tactical gloves suddenly exploded into a light net, shredding the disaster scene that was about to materialize into pieces.
"Meet at the transport garage at 3am."
When Mou Xuan finished saying this, the bronze power had already wrapped around Captain Luan's broken Hunjiang Dragon chain.
Chen Yao noticed that the unique tea paste patterns from the "Daguan Tea Theory" appeared on the back of his neck - this was a sign of excessive use of the time ability.
That night, when Dispatcher Shao stood alone in the center of the "Kaogong Ji" gear formation in the garage, the three tablets in his arms were still dripping dark green energy liquid.
Torn pieces of dispatch plans were scattered at his feet, and on one of the pieces of paper, the word "sister" could be vaguely seen written in rhino horn glue.
In the supernatural training ground on the third underground floor, Captain Luan was staring at the iron forging diagram from "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature".
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