[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

On weekdays, there is a terrible silence in the opera house, which is full of singing and dancing all the year round. This landmark building, which can accommodate 6000 people, has almost never stopped performing day and night, but now even the slightest sound can be heard throughout the whole building. There was a faint echo in the hall.

This time Marshal Huang learned his lesson very well, and called hundreds of people to surround the Central Opera House with guns.

If the car can be overturned, it is not just as simple as being ruined.

There were hundreds of people, half of which were sentinels, and this "herd" of more than half a hundred calmly searched for movements in the opera house under the coordination of public guides.If the people inside didn't come out, they naturally had to rush in. The army opened the way ahead, and the two of them stood outside waiting for someone to report the situation.

It's not because of cowardice, it's just that if I rush in recklessly, I'm afraid I will be scolded to death by someone jointly submitting a letter of impeachment.

Huang's right eyelid is still twitching, which means there is a bad omen - but these are all feudal superstitions, and no one can be sure whether they are true or not.

The communicator was connected normally, just when Huang almost thought that this trip was in vain, suddenly there was an incomprehensible noise from the communicator.

Absolutely, this can be overturned! "Let's go." Huang took out his gun and rushed in, with Yimulian still behind him expressionlessly announcing that this operation had finally obtained permission to shoot in the opera house.He sneered, the new secretary is really thoughtful and considerate, and he can think of such trivial things under such circumstances!

In order to ensure the airtightness of the opera house, the roof is designed to be opaque. For some reason, no one turned on the lights.

It's not just darkness that hits us, but also a large amount of guide elements.

Huang's expression was a bit weird for a while, any sentinel would not have a good time after being exposed to such a concentration of wizard element.Yimulian originally wanted to help him adjust, so as to prevent his action state from being affected by the high concentration of pheromones - a small amount of guidelins is for the adjustment of the sentinel, but if it is too much, it will become a risk factor that triggers the sentinel's mania .

Yimulian and Huang's height difference is very large, he has to jump up to touch Huang's consciousness cloud.

There is still a piece of tranquility in the consciousness cloud, without any interference from the outside world.

——Same as the previous time in the ward.

Before Yimulian had time to doubt, something more urgent happened.A dazzling light suddenly flashed from the depths of the opera house, and he had no time to react.This is just getting used to the dark environment, how dare you open your eyes again when encountering such a strong bright light!

What does it mean?

Quite a few sentries screamed in front of them, most of whom had adjusted their visual range to the maximum. When they suddenly encountered this light, it was no different from rushing up to meet the sun with a fierce and affectionate look... They covered their eyes with one glance However, the strong light still shone through his fingers, and he could only hear many people running back, as if they were trying to escape the glare of the strong light.

Sentinels are most afraid of stimulation of their five senses. Normally, guides can solve problems, but in this environment full of pheromones, they can't even do a little self-regulation.

He heard someone stabbing himself in the eyes, it was not an exaggeration, the pain of being burned by the strong light was no better than stabbing himself with a knife, not to mention that these sentries were more or less manic.

Glancing at the sleeves that were about to be pulled away, a rush of people rushed over and knocked him aside!

The glare suddenly disappeared, and the opera house returned to darkness. Looking at it this way, Yimulian suddenly understood the meaning of the glare.

When the human eye is forced to adapt to the strong light, but is thrown into the darkness again, no matter how good the eyesight is, it cannot see anything. In this short period of one to two minutes, a group of well-trained soldiers can do a lot something happened.

He was a little flustered, the surroundings were dark, and a simple spiritual connection could not support him to find his sentinel in this place where pheromones were mixed with fish and dragons.He fumbled around and bumped into a lot of people.

"even."

A voice was calling him, the voice he had been thinking about in his dreams.

It is barren.

He stretched out his spiritual tentacles, he needs to help the famine get out of control as soon as possible, so as to break the current deadlock.He turned his head, but felt a chill in his heart—how could there be that familiar and unforgettable figure behind him?

No... that's not it.

He couldn't see clearly in the dark, but he had an intuition that there was a girl sitting there holding a box full of lights, as if watching a joke.She didn't make a sound, but she smiled very gently, as gentle as if she wanted to melt something with her fiery heart.

It's the box that can forge a human voice using only DNA!

Huang shed so much blood in that paper mill, it couldn't be easier to get his DNA!

— the voice is fake.

Yimulian made a judgment and widened his eyes.But he couldn't stop the car, and the two's spiritual tentacles were handed over in the air. He remembered his guess about Abe Seimei's paper, and slapped the spiritual tentacles away in horror.The two guides entered into a silent battle, the girl tried to try again, but was still thrown away by him, the silvery spiritual tentacles were scattered in the air, and were quickly taken back.

But her goal has been achieved.

"What are you running around for?" Yimulian heard Huang's voice behind him, he must be right this time, he thought, without hesitation, he gave the hint to force the sentinel to adapt to the sudden darkness.

This hint was effective, Huang fired a shot, the box screamed, and the tangy smell of blood spread in the air.

Huang took his hand and pinched it hard: "Can you even recognize my voice wrong?"

Huang temporarily sacrificed his sense of smell and taste in exchange for the ability to adapt to the dark—it is very important to fight against the white light that blinds the dog's eyes, otherwise it is impossible for the sentinels to recover.The higher the visual circumference is, the more visual trauma you will suffer, and the shortage is already considered good.

Yimulian felt very embarrassed at once, and he held back tightly. The pheromone exchange just now shocked him a lot. Fortunately, his sense of security followed the sentinel like a shadow, and disintegrated the panic at that moment. .

No... there's something weird about it.

Why did he have so many less spiritual tentacles?The mental tentacles in that box were not strong, but he couldn't even completely defeat them. Until just now, when he used his guide ability, he felt a mysterious disgust of going out to class with his uncle's pain.

Is there something wrong with the air?he thought uneasily.

Huang's intuition told Huang that there were many more people in the team after the lights were turned off just now. With the help of Yimulian, his hearing was not affected by the stimulation of the guide element, and he could hear many swords hidden in the noise. , knife out, blood gushing sound.

The space available for activities in this opera house was already narrow, and too many people could not be squeezed in. Although Huang had anticipated the accident, he could not avoid forcing his way in, so that he was turned back by the enemy.If this continues, don't even mention catching that woman, maybe she will take advantage of her mess and mess up something.It is definitely not that simple for a guide who can escape from the sea of ​​flames without being injured.

Wizard element bombs, super-powerful LED lights, all have only one target—to temporarily defeat the sentinels present.

Huang finally figured it out, this is simply a game of chance!

Including the guide who caught the box just now, all the development is within the plan of the female federal guide—the Federation undoubtedly spent a lot of money and dispatched the top guides in the country for the purpose of fighting against the spy war. Defeat the Empire.

Due to the interference of the thick guide element, even if the sentries present received the most rigorous training in the military academy, they could not be completely out of control.

He could feel Yimulian's hands getting cold through the glove, and the restless emotion of the sentinel stimulated every guide present, influencing each other and creating a vicious circle.Even Yimulian is no exception, not to mention that this admiral, thanks to him, is still the most susceptible unincorporated.

Yimulian's shoulders trembled weakly.

Huang suddenly knew what to do, and gritted his teeth: "Everyone listen to the order!"

Yimulian was startled by his sudden increase in volume, but when he was about to say something, he was almost pushed aside by the people next to him.

The method of transmitting information in just a few seconds, in addition to the modern technology for survival, also has the most primitive kind, the instinct of the most ancient beasts to gather together.

— shout.

Huang pulled him back forcefully, then covered his ears with his hands.

After human intelligence, language communication and information transmission have replaced this most primitive skill, but it has never left.

like this……

Huang burst out one of the few roars: "Re-arrange!"

Violators will be shot immediately.He couldn't say the second half of the sentence, and the blood kept gurgling from his ears, staining the heavy epaulettes and bright ribbons on his shoulders red.He had to sacrifice his auditory perception for an equivalent exchange. The sound of his throat breaking resounded through the entire opera house, and was staggered to the ears of every soldier.

This is a means of communication created by the army using the special hearing level of the sentries when the technology was not yet developed. The sentries call their companions on another tower in the distance on the tower to pass the message.Simple shouting is the most barbaric, but it is also the most suitable method at this moment in this chaos.

As if awakened from sleep, the already well-trained army moved in unison, and the chaotic situation gradually returned to normal.And those who failed to return to the queue naturally were...

The soldiers knew exactly what this meant. They would check to see if the people around them were still the same, and if not, they would shoot and kill them. This was an assessment during the military academy survival exercise, and no one would forget it.

But when Yimu even saw the blood, he was stunned, as if he had been cramped and skinned: "Marshal!"

Yimulian was rarely angry, but Huang's attention was not on him.

The army personnel quickly turned the switch back on. He thoughtfully wanted to help Huang restore his visual range, but this time he failed.

Lying in the auditorium less than ten meters away was a silver-haired girl, her belly was a large area of ​​crimson dyed with a snow-white short skirt, and she was indeed holding a black box in her hand, exactly the same as the one seen in Huang's dream.She was still twitching, a broken giggle wafting from her mouth.

"Traitor, traitor—"

The soldiers of the empire quickly surrounded her, and without any explanation, they first detained her with torture tools that suppressed the spread of pheromones.

She didn't resist, but kept screaming hoarsely and sharply: "Traitor, hee hee..."

Why is she the only one in this opera house?Who just turned on the super powerful LED floodlight?The black cat with a cold tone flashed in his mind, and the woman with red eyes and black hair standing in the sea of ​​flames with a sharp smile.

Her mental power should be very strong, but Yimulian couldn't find her in this sea of ​​people.

No shortage.To be precise, there were too many people, and all kinds of people gathered together. It would not be impossible for the woman to sneak in while taking advantage of the chaos just before the lights went off.

Damn it, it's better not to call so many people here, it will add chaos!

Just when he thought that the woman might have run away, when he looked back, the woman was standing in the middle of the dispersed crowd, wearing a military uniform that confuses the public, and he didn't know which unlucky guy had just pulled it off.She seemed to be surprised by the development of the matter, but she didn't feel any anxiety about being forced into a desperate situation, and she was even a little calm.

"I have heard the name for a long time, and I am worthy of being the commander-in-chief of the empire." The woman applauded.

She still had something to say, but Huang didn't give her a chance to speak, and raised his gun.

He is here for revenge.

Yimu hurriedly stopped him: "Marshal, you can't." This may be the only person who knows the situation of the resonance bomb.

The woman was only calm about the muzzle of the gun: "Marshal Huang wants to kill or cut whatever he wants, isn't it uncomfortable to have your lover's life threatened? Yes, yes, I was like this at the time. I met him under the red maple .He saved me, taught me to drink blood and eat flesh, and told me that I would never be in danger again..."

"It's also for love, I never regret it. Shoot, to avenge your lover, come on."

She smiled cheerfully, but no one understood what she meant.

Although it was revenge, but Yimulian was safe after all, why did she say that specially?

Finally, Huang put down the gun, and dryly ordered: "Catch it."

The woman didn't resist, and let the army of sentries surround her. She staggered under the vicious control of the sentries, and only then did Yi Mu Lian realize that she was still an unbound guide.

Perhaps sensing the sympathy from this enemy, she smiled strangely: "It's not necessary."

There is no need to pity me.

She cast a mournful look, and at that time Yimulian didn't understand what it meant.

Huang casually wiped away the blood dripping down his neck, came over and patted him on the shoulder, and the haze in his heart dissipated quietly.

"Going back, **, I have to work overtime again."

"Um……"

Marshal Huang was cursing, but there was a long-lost smile on his face from the bottom of his heart. He was so fascinated by watching it that no one expected it at that moment.

He saw a cluster of blood-red flowers growing in the center of the stage of the opera house, which was very beautiful. There was a black cat standing next to it, and he didn't know when it was there.

Wasn't that woman taken away?

Cold sweat suddenly soaked his back, and then he remembered, is that called Bianhua?

The black mud where Jinyu Ji "fell into a pool" was full of ferocious eyes, and there were bewitching Bianhua flowers blooming on it.It was a wild dream.

He suddenly had a guess - what if the resonance bomb was "wired" by one person and detonated by one person?The box seemed to come out to give away the head, and Huang had communicated with him through pheromones, and Huang also communicated indirectly through him, if it really follows his assumption...

In case, there are two federal female guides with black hair and red eyes?

"shortage……"

It was too late, he couldn't bear the risk in case, and was about to deploy his mental barrier to resist, but he felt a thump in his heart.

His mental tentacles are indeed fewer, even fewer than before, and it is difficult to build a mental barrier with a handful of tentacles, let alone enough to cover two people.

Yimu didn't even think about it, almost instinctively, he threw the hood on the person beside him.

For a moment, his eyes were full of grotesque, distorted colors, alluring and gorgeous, but it seemed that a sharp knife was gradually crushing him, and he became drenched with sweat.

"I'm so scared, there's no response from the other end of the link. It's empty, it's scary... What time is it now, why is it getting dark so early, and when did the empire become so poor?" The guide's voice on the phone rang in his ear Soliloquy.

Something was falling out of his eye socket.

tbc