Assistant Liao rushed to the control console, and tapped out the rhythm of Morse code on the keyboard with tactical gloves - exactly the frequency that flashed on the surveillance screen.
When the gray fog was about to engulf the entire space, all the ventilation ducts suddenly reversed the pressure, and the hurricane carrying the refrigerant tore the spores into ice crystal powder that flashed with blue light.
Mou Xuan's tactical lenses reflected countless spots of light refracted by ice crystals, and mycelium weaved a dynamic map on the surface of the retina.
A continuously moving red dot was devouring the fake coordinates they had set up, but it suddenly split into seven flashing light clusters at the location of the tunnel under the Huangpu River - exactly the arrangement of the Big Dipper.
"Detonate decoy cabin number three." Before he finished speaking, Chen Yao had already inserted the electromagnetic pistol into the console interface.
The data stream of the crying baby's face on Assistant Liao's tactical tablet suddenly twisted into a screaming wisteria flower. Cold sweat oozed from the young assistant's forehead, but his fingers steadily pressed the three overlapping confirmation keys.
There was a thunderous vibration coming from underground, and spider-web-like ice patterns appeared on all the glass surfaces of the safe house at the same time.
Mou Xuan's mycelium suddenly pierced into his left arm, bringing out blood drops that condensed into an ever-changing three-dimensional model in the air - it was exactly the internal structure of the button that Jiao Toumu was staring at before his afterimage disappeared.
When the seventh encryption layer was cracked, golden mucus suddenly spurted out from the tip of the mycelium, projecting a complete map of Shanghai's underground pipeline network on the wall.
"Go to the drainage system." Chen Yao tore off the hair wrapped around the gun barrel, and the hair tip automatically burned into a navigation cursor. "The activity of gray fog spores will decrease by 87% in a sewage environment."
When the three men broke through the back wall of the safe house, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded from Assistant Liao's backpack.
The young man staggered out a sealed test tube. The mutant sample collected three days ago was hitting the tube wall frantically, and a totem identical to the pattern on the cuffs of Chief Jiao appeared on the surface.
"They...are resonating!"
Mou Xuan threw the test tube behind him, and the mycelium etched explosive runes on the surface of the test tube.
The blast created by the explosion pushed them into the sewer pipe, and the splashing mutant body fluids instantly condensed into black amber when they came into contact with the sewage, just blocking the roots of the pursuing wisteria flowers.
In the fetid water flow, Chen Yao's electromagnetic pistol continued to blast away the mutant vines.
When the GPS showed that they had arrived directly below the tunnel under the Huangpu River, Mou Xuan suddenly swung out mycelium to wrap around the waists of the two men, and the three bodies swung into the hidden maintenance passage like a pendulum.
Sparks created by the mycelium on the wall illuminated the rusty nameplate - "Pudong New Area Underground Air-raid Shelter, sealed in 1972".
Assistant Liao's tactical tablet suddenly turned on automatically, and the half-rotten face of Jiao Chief appeared in the snow-filled screen: "You actually found my childhood paradise." The hoarse voice shook off the mildew on the top of the air-raid shelter, "But the rules of the game have changed..."
A cold wind suddenly filled the passage, and a loud sound of gears meshing came from the direction where Chen Yao's gun was pointing.
Mou Xuan held the two men's shoulders and retreated quickly, with the mycelium weaving into a freezing barrier behind him.
However, all the sounds disappeared in the next second, and gray fog with a fishy smell floated in from the depths of the air-raid shelter. What was faintly visible in the fog was the remains of the load-bearing columns of the safe house that they had blown up three hours ago.
"Space folding." Mou Xuan tore open his tactical vest, and the dark golden button was oozing blood beads with the Xingtian totem.
The mycelium-wrapped watch showed that the outside time was still normal, but the moss on the wall of the air-raid shelter grew thirty times faster.
Chen Yao suddenly put the barrel of the gun against her ear, her face suddenly changed: "It's the sound of the tide... Where does the 12-level wave come from in downtown Shanghai?"
Assistant Liao touched the wall with trembling fingertips, revealing fresh shell fossils under the peeling lime.
The young man suddenly remembered something and frantically rummaged through his tactical bag, pulling out a yellowed old newspaper - in the headline photo of the 1972 air-raid shelter completion ceremony, a boy wearing an engineer's hat had a faint Big Dipper-shaped burn scar on the back of his neck.
Mou Xuan's mycelium suddenly pierced into the ground of the air-raid shelter, and the refrigerant reacted with some unknown substance to emit a brilliant blue light.
In the exploding ice fog, they saw their own reflections in different ages existing simultaneously in various places in the space. Slowly emerging from the depths of the gray fog was a huge bronze door engraved with wisteria patterns. The seawater seeping from the cracks in the door was turning the air-raid shelter into a raging whirlpool.
Mou Xuan held down the wildly vibrating tactical mirror with one hand, and the cracks on the lens cut the magical scene in front of him into countless pieces.
When his mycelium tried to touch the patterns on the bronze door, a large piece of concrete suddenly fell from the top of the air-raid shelter, revealing the starry night sky behind. According to the GPS positioning, they should be thirty meters underground at this moment.
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