Chapter 282

Fang Tang holding the mobile phone, slowly out of a breath.

"Bai, Chang Beihai, they were driven out by a phone call, not by spider silk. This artist is not a God, and he can't do the same way as God."

"Master, I feel you were scared just now."

"Yes, I have to admit that the close interaction between the micro world and the real world made me feel at that moment that artists are gods!"

"And now, master, what do you understand?"

"Ha ha, Bai, I've played so many games with infinite challenges, and I'm a little involved. What I understand now is that artists are actually game designers, designers of the wind project. "

"Master, I've seen this for a long time..."

At this time, Ding, in the model of the micro world, the countdown on the neon debris has jumped up, and the speed has more than doubled, and quickly jumped to 10 seconds!

9 Seconds!

8 Seconds!

"Chang Beihai, if you have a brain, run quickly!" It's too late for Fang Tang to dial again.

……

In front of the spring bath, Chang Beihai frowns.

On the second floor of the bathhouse, there are lots of electric sparks. They are really lots of electric sparks.

And all around, all the street lights are flashing.

"Power overload! There are people using high-power electrical appliances nearby! " Hong Dahai cried.

Chang Beihai stayed for a second. When he saw the pure white cotton like smoke coming from the bottom of the spring water bathroom, he suddenly stared round: "run!"

He grabbed the female criminal police beside him, almost pulling forward!

The four teams all ran with them.

Fifty meters away, a green belt is stacked with plastic foam collected by scavengers. Chang Beihai roared, almost throwing the female criminal police in.

Several people jumped up and down to the rear of the bubble, and the explosion sounded behind them.

Pure white smoke, bright as a burning white flame.

Spring water bathroom in the explosion into pieces all over the sky, all wrapped in smoke.

And the smoke was rolling.

Chang Beihai covered his nose and mouth.

The drizzle in the sky suddenly turned into a rainstorm, and a strange gale appeared.

A terrible gale, a complete monster.

This demon weathering into a tornado, wrapped in the heavy rain and explosion smoke, and then like a general exhaust, straight up the debris and smoke to the sky.

Chang Beihai stares big eyes, looking at the enchanting position of the tornado in the mid air, and turns to the direction of the sea.

This

It's like God is helping with the scene.

Chang Beihai knew that the smoke contained a lot of alkali and hydrogen.

If the alkaline fog spreads nearby, the consequences will be unimaginable. The hydrogen produced by the chemical bomb just now will burn in an electric spark, which will turn into hell within a hundred meters.

Now, the appalling smoke and debris disappear completely, and the old Chunshui bathroom seems to have never existed.

Even the foundation of the building is flat and exposed.

"Chang, Chang, Chang team?" Huang, the oldest and most stable of the four teams, shivered: "well, what should I do?"

Chang Beihai licked his lips and touched his body. There was no smoke.

The others are now pale and dull.

Chang Beihai turned over in the garbage can of the green belt and found a fairly clean cigarette end under a cake box without getting wet.

Chang Beihai is like a treasure. He points it directly and sucks it hard.

The sponge filters of the cigarette end are burning.

He exhaled bitter smoke: "the explosion just now is the reaction between metal cesium and heavy water... Using high-power electric module, heavy water is generated and dropped into the prepared metal cesium. The metal cesium reacts violently with heavy water and then explodes, generating hydrogen and alkaline poisonous fog.... "

Chang Beihai said mechanically: "cesium is one of the most active elements in the periodic table of elements..."

Lao Huang and Hong Dahai are about to cry: "Chang team, what do you say these things for? We have to save people. "

"No one can save anything. We can't even find a hair... So I have to figure out how to write a report! " Chang Beihai said calmly.The furious Chang Beihai, the tiger of the eight treasures, and the emperor of Min Dahuang, were calm and flustered at this time. It's like a split personality.

Wang Haiyan, a veteran policewoman in the fourth team and the best shooter, was still in shock. She glanced at Chang Beihai and was shocked: "I heard that Captain Chang was a madman and schizophrenic. She often called people in the mental hospital... I didn't believe it before, but now it seems to be true."

The eight treasures case team, dozens of people, so into the fly ash disappeared.

Even the ashes may have been washed into the eastern sea.

……

The microscopic model of the chamber is now shrouded in smoke.

The model began to burn.

Starting from Babao Street in the model world, the burning speed is amazing.

And the ashes of burning, but in this hexagonal room strange beat up.

The burning ashes of these models gather and disperse, slowly forming lines of writing.

Fang Tang took a deep breath: is this the signature left by the artist?

It's not just a signature, it's a message with an explosion of information.

[gamer, I don't know who you are, but please read the following carefully! This is the tip I left you as a game designer for this level!]

First of all, each group of models can only be changed once. You only have one chance to modify the model world, that is, one chance to change the game process! Please note that the reason for designing this little egg is that my dear mother thinks the game I designed is too difficult

[secondly, each group of models is a hint, which is very important for you to complete the game!]

[Third, the next set of clues about the location of the model will appear when you find the brain. I hope you can find the next set of models as soon as possible

At the bottom is the signature - Fengbei!

"The wind is sad? Bai, is there such a name in the unlimited company database you got? "

"I'm sorry, master. There's no information about Fengbei!"

……

Zero one temple.

Autumn rain lingering, tea flowers, sitting idle, playing chess busy.

Wan Guiyi plays with the sunspot in his hand, with a smile on his lips.

Zen master lingjue couldn't get rid of a white son. He suddenly bounced the white son away: "I'll let you have one more son."

Wan Guiyi almost spewed out a mouthful of tea: "you old bald donkey, how can you give way in chess? What's more, I've surrounded your dragon. How you rob is a dead end. I don't know how to get down when you give up. "

Zen master lingjue's handsome face showed a little complacency: "so, sometimes it's strange to abandon a son!"

Wan Guiyi said: "the old monk is fighting with me... Fang Tang is indeed an abandoned son, and now he has become one of the" hands of gods "of the Hongmeng temples. But the question is, who is controlling this abandoned son?"

Zen master zero Jue smiles and says nothing.

Wan Guiyi's eyes trembled: "you already know? Is it the same as I guess that some artificial intelligence is behind the layout? "

Zen master lingjue pursed his lips: "although it's not in the middle, it's not far away."

Autumn rain subtly bypassed two people, chessboard a drop of rain did not fall.

In the distance, in the direction of Babao old street, there was a roaring explosion.