The Fallen Merman - Chap 233

Bai Chunian pressed the communicator, squatted on the ground, and scratched his hair: “Ouch, let’s see what you have over there and what you can do.”

The puppet master leaned slightly: “What’s going on.”

Bai Chunian took out a spare communicator from his backpack and handed it to the puppet master: “I estimate that there are several types of tests. The experimental subjects who take the combat assault route are sent to the force detection area, and the mental subjects are sent to the intelligence. The detection area, probably the auxiliary detection area, the command detection area, etc. are classified into different categories. When there are researchers watching from the observation deck downstairs, they will be sent to the corresponding detection area according to the type of experimental subjects. Now there is no one in the elevator. Control, it should be sent randomly.”

“Eris and Rimbaud are both force-assault-type experimental subjects, so they would have been sent to the force testing area in the past, and Wuxiang stalkers should be sent to the intelligence testing area.”

He took out the map and spread it out on the ground, and circled the detection area with his fingertips: “This is the detection area, which is stacked vertically, so I ignored the function distribution.”

Professor Lin Deng only annotated the word “detection area” here, and did not explain it in detail.

The puppet master looked at the communicator that Bai Chunian had given him. In fact, he could communicate with Eris because he had installed a miniature communication device in Eris’ ear in advance. However, he still put the communicator on his ear, thinking that Bai Chunian was really testing their realities all the time, and he would not be easily fooled.

The puppet master walked to the elevator and glanced at the elevator door, which was completely locked. The elevator had been swallowed by the flames of the incinerator, and it was impossible to go back the same way.

He returned to the entrance of the force detection area. The entrance was tightly sealed with a silver seal. He lightly swept the dust on the lower surface and took out the eyepiece from the leather apron pocket to confirm that the material was a man-made material.

Bai Chunian put away the map, went to the puppet master and touched the wall blocking the entrance, his palms stroked the surface of the wall, and when he stroked the center, a row of small laser numbers appeared: “Current fist strength: 0kg. Average punch Strength: 0, Number of punches: 0.”

“The machine for measuring fist strength probably only relies on brute force to pierce the wall to get in.” Bai Chunian exhaled immediately, poured strength into his left hand, and quickly struck a punch.

With a muffled sound, the small laser numbers began to change:

“Current punch strength: 586kg, average punch strength: 586, punch count: 1.”

The white light number turns red, and it flashes an error reminder.

Bai Chunian flicked his wrist, and this punch had already used eight points of strength.

The puppet master raised his eyebrows slightly. Is the strike force of more than half a ton still not up to the standard?

That’s right, except for some of the experiments cultivated by the headquarters of the research institute, the experimental subjects who can be selected to the headquarters of the research institute are all elite elites selected from the major training bases, and the indicators must be terrifyingly powerful.

Bai Chunian started to swerve with his sword again, trying to put his fingers on the surface, using the ability to temper his bones, trying to penetrate the wall.

The wall remained motionless.

The puppet master looked around with his eyepieces on, and said slowly, “This is a synthetic carbon nitride material with a β-C3N4 structure. Its crystal hardness exceeds that of diamond. Your bones are probably not tough enough to toughen. It looks like you can only break it with your bare hands.”

Bai Chunian shook his numb wrist again and looked at the wall for research: “I’m not a force-assault-type experimental subject. Why don’t you go? Aren’t you an A3 too?”

The puppet master shrugged slightly: “I’m not an experimental subject.”

“I’ve never won against Rimbaud in a competition like arm wrestling. The production concept is originally different. I’m a guide type and don’t like violence.” Bai Chunian knocked his head helplessly, “Oh, I forgot, you are human. It’s over.”

“You IOAs should have looked into this.”

“I investigated your identity, redback spider alpha. But every time I think about it, I am still surprised. After all, Rimbaud is an experimental subject, and I always thought that the drivers were also experimental subjects.”

Bai Chunian pondered and thought about other ways to break through this wall.

“No, what drives have in common is that their abilities are given by nature without human intervention,” said the puppet master.

While they were quietly thinking about other methods, they heard all kinds of violent noises from upstairs.

Bai Chunian looked up at the ceiling and held down the communicator: “Wife, how about you smash the door?”

Rimbaud was a little out of breath: “Yeah.”

The voice of Eris also squeezed in: “What, smash a door and immediately rise to a door, it’s endless.”

“There must be problems on your side, look for it carefully.” Bai Chunian sat down and simply looked for a breakthrough from their side.

Eris said, “What’s the subject? There’s nothing on the door but a bunch of grids.”

Rimbaud added: “There are two pens, capacitive pens, and I charge the pens.”

Bai Chunian touched the solid wall in front of him. There was no grid on it. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at it. There was no signal, and taking pictures and posting questions would not work.

The puppet master asked, “Can the pen write on the door?”

Rimbaud tried it: “Yes, you can write black electronic handwriting.”

There are actually two square grids in front of Rimbaud and Eris, displayed on the two doors, like two chessboards.

After discovering that the capacitive pen could write, Eris grabbed a pen and scribbled on the grid, drawing a stickman who was hanged, a stickman who cut his belly, a stickman who beheaded, in short, a stickman.

Rimbaud wrote seriously into the grid, 1234567…the entire grid was written.

After a while, the grid lines flashed red, and a piece of paper was spat out inch by inch from the crack of the door. The paper fell to the ground and was picked up by Rimbaud.

It reads: “Transcript. Score: 2, Evaluation: D, failed this test.”

Rimbaud frowned and found that Eris also received a report card, which read: “Score: 1, Evaluation: D, this test is unqualified.”

Rimbaud laughed: “A rag doll without a head.”

Eris rolled the transcript into a ball and threw it back: “It’s only one point higher than me, and the evaluation is D. You can’t do well, anyway, you don’t pass, because the more words you write, the higher the score.”

Rimbaud folded the transcript and stuffed it into his backpack: “I’m only three points away from the perfect score, which is a good result.”

—

“Forget it.” The puppet master listened to the discussion between the two people on the communicator and looked at Bai Chunian, “Let’s find a way to solve our predicament first.”

“Back up.” Bai Chunian twisted his wrist, took a half step back, took a deep breath, and concentrated his strength to the heart of his fist. A wave of brandy-flavored pheromones instantly excited, his smooth arms varicose blood vessels and muscles swelled, a white lion’s front paws transformed from fingertips to forearm to forearm, paused slightly in the air, and charged forward at an extremely fast speed. hit out.

Boom! The gust of wind he brought lifted the hem of the puppet master’s trench coat, and the puppet master calculated his strength in his heart.

A feeling of numbness and numbness quickly spread from the fist bone to the entire arm. Bai Chunian’s face was in pain.

Bai Chunian held his left hand and gritted his teeth and endured it. The wound began to heal with pain relief. He raised his head and saw that the digital display on the wall began to beat.

“Current punching strength: 6794kg, average punching strength: 3691.5, number of punches: 2.”

Nearly seven tons, an amazing blow. The puppet master commented in his heart.

The light showing the numbers turned green, and then a piece of paper was slowly spit out from a small gap on the side of the wall.

The puppet master took the piece of paper: “Well, it’s a transcript.”

This is a piece of paper with a background pattern that resembles a certificate of merit. It is printed with: “Score: 78, Evaluation: A, pass this test.”

The sturdy beating test wall rises slowly.

Bai Chunian glanced at the transcript and was surprised: “I only got 78 points?” He raised his head and kicked the wall: “Come down, I will take the test again.”

On the other side of the communicator, Eris suddenly interrupted: “Ow? A perfect score of 100?”

When Lan Bo heard Bai Chunian talking to himself, he silently took out his transcript from his bag and ate it in a ball.

After the impact test wall was raised, a corridor appeared, and the two walked inward for about 30 meters along the corridor.

I thought the test could be finished behind the wall, but unexpectedly, a row of cubes of various materials were neatly arranged in the second room, and the electronic digital display on the wall: crushing force test.

“…” Bai Chunian took a deep breath, stepped forward and knocked on the cubes, including granite, steel and cast iron, and lead.

“Hey…” Bai Chunian sat down on the spot, lifted his sweaty neckline and shivered, holding the report card and fanning the cool air: “I’ll take a break.”

After a while, Rimbaud’s voice suddenly became tense: “randi, randi.”

“Fire…” Rimbaud’s breathing became rapid: “Fire is chasing from the elevator.”

Bai Chunian regained his energy and became vigilant. He glanced back at the way he had come. He quickly walked back along the corridor to the entrance and glanced at it. Sure enough, the flames had engulfed the elevator, and the fiery temperature was blowing towards him. The destruction device did not stop, but as a kind of countdown, it slowly chased, ready to destroy the slow-moving experimental body at any time.

It was a brutal competition, and he felt it right now.

“Break the door for them first.” Bai Chunian ran back quickly and sat on the ground. He knew that Lanbo was afraid of fire. Eris’ body is made of ceramic, and it doesn’t matter if he gets burned, so the puppet master won’t be in a hurry.

The puppet master didn’t delay, and asked softly, “Eris, tell me what’s on the door carefully, don’t miss it.”

Bai Chunian raised his eyes sharply and looked at the puppet master’s expression. He didn’t look so calm either.

Is the new mechanical core of Eris not fireproof, what non-fireproof material is suitable for the core?

It was too late to think about it, Bai Chunian could only think about Lan Bo’s safety first: “Ran Bo, tell me how many grids there are in a row and how many grids in a column.”

“Seven.” Rimbaud counted carefully, “There are seven squares horizontally and vertically.”

Eris replied, “A small number, 175, is written outside the grid.”

Rimbaud: “Me too.”

Bai Chunian and the puppet master ate at the same time and looked at each other.

“Forty-nine magic squares.”

“Fill 1 to 49 in the grid, and the vertical and horizontal diagonals add up to 175.”

“The two grids cannot be repeated.” Bai Chunian snapped his fingers, “This is simple.”

But they don’t have a pen and paper, so they can only fill it out by mental arithmetic.

In the communicator, although Rimbaud did not ask for help, his breathing became heavy, and the temperature must have risen to a level that made him painful.

“Don’t be afraid, I’ll read your writing, start from the first grid, and write it horizontally.” Bai Chunian closed his eyes and imagined the grid in his mind. After filling in, he would read the numbers in order by memory. ” 30, 39, 48, 1, 10, 19, 28, have you completed the first line, the next line, don’t be afraid, listen to me, I won’t burn you.”

In fact, it is not difficult to fill in the 49-square magic square, you can follow the rules from the middle, but Bai Chunian needs to dictate to Rimbaud, so he can only read from the first square.

The puppet master needs to fill in a different magic square. He sits down, closes his eyes and draws a grid in his mind. His hands wearing half-gloves make slight gestures in the air, and silently recite in order: “Eris, the first One line, 32, 41, 43, 3, 12, 21, 23…”

…

Rimbaud took the lead: “Open.”

Eris picked up two transcripts from the ground and read out the words on them: “Score: 100, Evaluation: SSS, passed this test. Damn, what’s so great about doing such a boring question.”

He shoved Rimbaud’s report card to Rimbaud, looked at his own, and whispered: “Score: 100, evaluation: SSS, this test passed. Well, as expected of the Knicks.”

Rimbaud squeezed into the open door just before the flames licked the tip of his tail, and climbed into the corridor. Eris followed closely, rolled into the door on the spot, and quickly ran deeper.

—

After successfully helping them complete the first test, Bai Chunian breathed a sigh of relief.

The puppet master patted his shoulder lightly and put his hand on his shoulder. Bai Chunian opened his eyes and exhaled slowly: “Fortunately, I caught up, my wife almost died. What are you doing with me, hot.”

“I didn’t lean on you.” The puppet master leaned over and used the eyepiece to observe the cubes on the ground for testing the crushing force, standing four or five meters away from Bai Chunian, “I’ve been here the whole time.”

Bai Chunian was stunned and slowly turned his head to look at the hand on his shoulder.

A severed hand, dripping with blood, was hanging on his shoulder.