In the prefabricated room that is ventilated on all sides, countless radio transceivers are placed from the beginning to the end, and the officers and soldiers of "Shu" at all levels are rushing around in the dust, shouting at each other, passing on the news sent from the operation site, Revise the battle plan.Under the sunset light leaking from the roof, red dust swirled everywhere.

Rows of guns and daggers are neatly hung on the wall. At any time, an officer leads a group of people to take off their weapons, carry ammunition and supplies on their backs and join the front line. Their vision and audio are transmitted back here, interweaving into a giant network of intelligence.

"This is one of our four strongholds in the city." Parisa walked beside Rosie and introduced, "I have placed guard posts throughout the city. Once outsiders refresh in the lost city, the guard posts will automaticallyJudge friend or foe, if it’s ours, we’ll catch it, if it’s Victor or Robert’s army, we’ll wipe it out on the spot.”

Rosie didn't strike up a conversation immediately, and seemed extremely reluctant to communicate with Parisa, but business principles still made him speak."Why four strongholds?"

Parisa saw everything in his eyes, and smiled indifferently: "The killer handed over Chen Wei's research results to me. A long time ago, that doctor discovered the abnormal data fluctuation of the Lost City.coordinates, the complexity of the system is far more than other places. We deduce that there are clues hidden in these coordinates, so we have established strongholds around them to investigate from time to time."

"It's only over a week, so there shouldn't be any results from the investigation, right?" Rosie was attracted by the information provided by the other party, "After all, Robert can send bionics into the lost city, even if you and Victor's combined strength cannot match himHalf of the place. Those places that contain clues will be taken by him first."

"You guessed right. In the past week or so since entering the Lost City, the people I lead have been busy fighting with Robert, but they have made no progress. Robert's bionic army has won two of the four locations,"Parisa said, "However, this is a good thing for us. After getting the clues, they evacuated those two locations and concentrated their resources to conquer the other two, so we can go in."

"Can clues from the same location be taken repeatedly?"

"Yes, every once in a while, the clues of the four coordinates will be refreshed. Robert withdrew the army, probably because he was confident that he could always be one step ahead of us, and he didn't care if we got the clues to the first two locations."

Rosie shook her head and said: "You don't know Robert's character. His consistent style of acting is to maximize benefits, and it is impossible to hand over benefits to others... He just wants us and Victor to kill each other. In the first two irrelevant places,Just exhaust all resources, and there is no spare energy to fight against him."

Parisa paused for a moment and looked at him appreciatively: "I'm sorry I just said that you don't understand conspiracies and tricks. From this point of view, you still know your political opponents quite well."

"I just don't know you, and I'm not a fool." Rosie said grimly.

They walked through the messy pile of instruments and came to the innermost part of the activity room.There are no noisy soldiers at the rear end. A sand table is simply placed on a desk. Somewhat strangely, the sand table is in the shape of a villa.Puddles represent swimming pools.

After the sand table, the killer and Piper murmured together, looked up and saw Rosie walking towards him, touched his temples with two fingers, and performed the "skill" military salute.

"I heard that you were almost killed by some unknown pawns sent by Victor, is there such a thing?" The killer's first words were teasing.

"Are you begging me to kill you?" Rosie raised her eyebrows and said sarcastically, "When someone first met me, it seemed that he was doing it in the name of sparring, trying to kill me seventeen times, but in the end it was not in my handsCrying and begging for mercy? No, I misremembered, was it eighteen or nineteen times..."

"Do you men have to use this method to decide the competition? Why haven't you seen you tear down the Civic Center building when you are so aggressive," Piper snorted impatiently, "Let's talk about business, night is coming, GodWe must sneak into that villa before it gets dark, or we will miss the first clue."

She pointed to the delicate and complicated buildings on the sand table.The two men put away the peacock tail resentfully, and began to seriously discuss the course of action.Rosie was the latest to enter the Magic Sea system, so she was not very familiar with the situation, so she could only infer from Piper's explanation.

Cesina von Richthofen's intention is very clear. She used her own memory to construct the lost city, and buried the lock of the brain and the corresponding clues in the city. If the clues of the four locations can be combinedIf you fully decipher it, you will be able to break through Cesina's hint and find the treasure of the brain lock.

It's a bit like a children's scavenger hunt, but no one knows why the much-admired scientist designed this children's game.The Cecina they learned from historical documents is elegant and dignified, her wisdom and demeanor are unparalleled, even though she is not beautiful in appearance, her timeless beauty has become the symbol of Cecina City.

"I guess, she wants to use the Lost City to record something... For example, some things that are inconvenient to be recorded in official documents, but she wants to let future generations know." Piper pondered, "But what is it, I don't know yet.It’s easy to say, we’ll have to wait until we get to the dinner party to make a judgment.”

The dinner she mentioned was held at one of the four coordinates, in a certain resplendent villa.In the early days of the city, Cesina herself became a star in the social circle. Officials and rich people were honored to invite the Cesina and his wife. On average, every two to three days, Cesina would bring her husband Joseph von RichThofen appeared at the banquet, and appeared at as many as a thousand dinner parties.

The first clue was buried in one of the dinner parties, which must have special commemorative significance for Cesina.

"I wanted to ask just now. We only got two invitation letters." The killer picked up two wax-sealed envelopes beside the table. "But there are four people here, how do we get in?"

"There were more, and they were distributed to other officers." Piper said, "But it doesn't matter, it says that an invitee can bring a dance partner in. In order to make full use of these invitations, I follow twoIt is assigned by a person."

"Then, have you ever thought about how to make up two pairs of men and women if you are the only woman among us?" the killer reminded faintly.

"Of course I have thought about it!" Piper argued, "Any one of you three can pretend to be a woman, and just get in there. It's just a general banquet, and the admission check will not be too strict."

She took out a few shopping bags from under the table and shook them, "I have all the clothes ready."

The killer immediately warned: "I won't do it."

"I don't mind that much, but I will be exposed on the spot." Parisa said with a smile, "Isn't there someone here who is more suitable than me?"

Everyone turned to look at Rosie.The latter was wandering away, carefully memorizing the layout of the villa's rooms, and obviously felt that this topic had nothing to do with him, and noticed that they were all staring at him, and couldn't help being startled.

"Are you kidding me?" Rosie was incredulous, "I don't have a gender identity disorder, why am I the most suitable? How do I look like a woman? Take a step back, even if there is no invitation letter, I can climb over the wall, what a ghostWill wear a skirt to show off—”

Two cars parked in the driveway one after the other, and the lights in front of the villa illuminated the tree-lined road.The killer got out of the car first with Piper on his arm, threw the key to the doorman, and slowly walked up the stone steps.They didn't come early, there weren't many hurried guests at the door, and through the porch, you could vaguely see the fragrant clothes and temples inside.

Parisa opened the car door for Rosie in a gentlemanly manner, and made a "please" gesture with a smile.The people in the car glared at him angrily, lifted their skirts and got out of the car, and closed the door with their hands as if they wanted to smash the car door to pieces.

Among the members who rely on "skills" is a girl who used to be a stylist. Rosie's long hair has been carefully braided and rolled up, revealing a fair neck.He was wearing a dark evening dress with high slits, tulle on the front, and black satin that neatly outlined the waistline and thighs.The makeup softened the curvature of his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes, and his previously icy eyes became warm and tender.

"I feel terrible," Rosie cursed under her breath, "I'm like a sandwich wrapped too tightly in wrapping paper, do I really have to wear this shit all night?"

He originally planned to climb over the wall and sneak into the villa, but what the sand table did not show was that the surrounding walls were equipped with a three-meter-high electric grid, and he could only fly over it unless he was really light as a swallow.He simply didn't understand the thinking of these rich people. A four-meter wall was enough to block most people, and with the power grid, it was like living in an iron cage.

"You're pretty tempting when you're not talking," Parisa teased, taking Rosie on her arm up the steps to check the invitation for the waiter.

They were not the only late invitees. On the porch full of lilies, there was another guest who was passing the invitation to the waiter. Hearing their voices, he turned his eyes and glanced, and then froze in shock.There.

Rosie stopped in her tracks, red all over her body, from the base of her ears to her toes.It was Deng Huailing, in a suit and leather shoes, with brown eyes staring at him intently, Rosie couldn't help but lower her head in shame, wishing to get into the cracks in the ground.

Soon he thought again that this moment was the opportunity to explain why he failed to catch up with the other party last time; but this attire made him feel extremely embarrassed, and Deng Huailing looked at him so strangely, as if the other partyHe will immediately use his best satire to laugh at him. This is not a good time to sit down and talk frankly.

During the half-second when he hesitated with lowered eyes, Deng Huailing calmly put away his amazed gaze, took back the invitation letter from the waiter, and entered the door.There was no questioning, no blame, but no concern at all, and he walked away as if he didn't know him at all.

Rosie stood on the steps in a daze, looking at the other person's back.His wish came true, Deng Huailing did not interfere with his affairs anymore, and he didn't even mind that Parisa was by his side.But the heart that had just recovered from the operation began to tingle little by little, and every contraction made him break out in cold sweat, and he bit his lip to endure the pain.

The pain clearly reminded him that he was not as hard-hearted as he thought.