Alien Relic Hunter

Chapter 968 The Legendary Labyrinth
"According to what you said, these monsters were created by that guy named Zeus, so the core area must be more dangerous?" Soap said, "The number and intensity of monsters must also far exceed the sparsely populated fringes of West [-]th District." Zone, can we get in?"

"There are many hidden passages on the Ark. These passages have a history of hundreds of years. The people who built these passages have long since died, and these passages have not left any data in the archives." The clown stared straight ahead, It seems to be answering the soap's question, and it seems to be talking to itself.

"Since even the people who built these passages died and didn't leave any records, how do you know that these passages exist?" Soap asked the clown suspiciously.

There are many secret passages that have been forgotten on the Ark. He has indeed heard this saying, and it has been said more than once.

There are many folk tales of this kind of story, each of which is more outrageous than the other, and even developed into a collection of stories similar to "urban legends".

Among them, the most famous and widely circulated story is a story called "The Lost Labyrinth". The general content is that there is a hidden labyrinth with an unimaginably large total space inside the structure of the ark. This labyrinth consists of countless lines or New or old passages are connected in series, and with the daily operation of the ark, the positions and combinations of these passages will continue to change... In other words, this underground labyrinth has always been in an "unstable" state, The law of its changes is also weird and unpredictable, and it is difficult for people to figure out... Anyone who strays into the maze will eventually die of exhaustion or starvation in it.

This is only the initial version. As the story spread, various elements of strange powers and gods were added to it-at first, it was more sci-fi. For example, there are some monsters in the passage, such as radiation and industrial waste water. Big rats that mutated after pollution, biochemical weapons that escaped from the laboratory, etc... Later, it simply became a fantasy story, such as ghosts bound by resentment, zombies thirsting for flesh and blood... Even the Germans of the old era Count Gula even came to the story to make a guest appearance.

Even though Soap knew in his heart that 90.00% of the content of this kind of story was fictional, if he was really allowed to go into this underground labyrinth, his heart would still be quite resistant.

"The positions and changes of these channels are all archived in the black well." The clown said, "Millions of robots have observed and counted for hundreds of years, and then use the huge computing power of the core master to calculate , the entire ark, for us, there is no secret."

"Heijing? What is Heijing?" Soap asked again, "Also, when you say 'we', do you mean the three of us, or are you...and that guy who calls himself 'Zeus'?"

Soap's words were mostly ridiculed, but Noir looked at the clown like a monster—even though the ability that the clown had shown before was enough to deserve the title "monster".

"Guardian? Have you watched too many Dongying anime?" Soap twitched the corner of his mouth, "As for the person who cares... I am alone, my parents left early, my brothers and sisters have long lost contact, I have no wife or children , It’s just a group of drinking and meat friends on weekdays... Who can I care about? No one cares about me, so why should I care about others?"

No matter what Soap thought, he felt that this was a dead end.

"Did you really... write it down?" Noir's voice was a little dry, although he thought it was impossible, even a monster could not have such a terrifying memory, but he couldn't hear it from the clown's tone Any jokes meant to come.

Because it is an abandoned inspection well, there is no filth and garbage inside, only a shallow layer of water and some unknown species of moss attached to the well wall.

He deliberately lowered his voice, but there was still a rumbling echo in the shaft—if there were really any "aboriginal people" in the shaft, they might have heard the movement a few hundred meters away.

"Staying here is waiting to die. It's better to give it a try." Noir said while running, "You should have retired from the Field Corps too, right? When you were serving, you never thought that if you were in the battle Is the sacrifice worth it?"

"Write it down" these three words are easy to say, but if you think about it carefully, what a huge and complicated data it is!Even if you use those top-end personal computers to read these data, there will be a period of lag, let alone use the human brain to write it down...

It seems that not all of the stories are fictitious - "art comes from life", this sentence is still very reasonable.

"But later I realized that your own life is the most important thing. If you fight to the death for someone else, they won't even remember your name." Soap smiled wryly, "Those fools who died in the battle are only counting the time of war damage in the end. It's just a string of numbers."

"Understood!" Gritting his teeth, Soap hurriedly followed, and at the same time cursed in a low voice, "Fuck... what a good opportunity, it's obviously a chance to die! Even if we can pass through the maze, so what? "

"There are still four minutes and 30 seconds." Noir glanced at his watch and asked the clown, "Dug the side of the well... Which side of the well are we going to dig?"

Just when Soap was thinking about how to pry off the welded manhole cover, two tentacles shot out from under the clown's cloak—soap and Noir didn't even see what the two tentacles were doing. What, the manhole cover flew up and fell aside with a bang.

"Follow up!" Noir glanced at Soap, who was still in a daze, and urged, "There are less than 6 minutes left. If we miss this opportunity, I'm afraid we will never have such a good opportunity again!"

The third Soap who jumped in, his luck was not very good, his feet just stepped on the slippery moss, and the whole person lost his balance and slipped. Let him avoid the "wet body" encounter.

"This place smells really weird." Soap twisted the valve on the breathing mask and complained in a muffled voice, "It's not that it smells bad, it's just the kind of stale air that has been stuffy for hundreds of years, mixed with this pool of stagnant water, It smells unspeakably uncomfortable...however, this filter box can't filter out the smell."

The lettering on the surface of this inspection manhole cover has been filled and polished, and the edges are all welded. From a distance, it has been integrated with the road surface, and it is impossible to find it unless you get close. In those urban legends, a manhole cover like this , is often one of the entrances to the hidden labyrinth.

Well, then there shouldn't be any pain when you die, right?After all, it only takes a moment.

Soap subconsciously looked at the "collapsed" manhole cover. This round alloy cover has been severely deformed, like the kind of chocolate made in the shape of a gold coin, which was covered for a long time in the hot trouser pocket, and then was forcefully pressed by the hand. I squeezed it... Soap couldn't help but think for a while, if this power was exerted on himself...

"Keep quiet." The clown raised a finger and put it on his lips.

"If you think so, you're wrong." Noir suddenly interjected, "The biggest feature of these passages is the high-frequency movement and transformation. It is almost impossible to deploy defenses in the passage—— Because only a few changes are needed, the originally impenetrable defense line will be torn apart, and there will be gaps everywhere, unless the opponent can fill every secret passage... But that is obviously impossible .”

But this time, Noir was shocked.

"It's not easy? Because if you choose anything, you will die!" Soap replied, "If there is a way to survive, my mother would have already run away."

At that time, people don't even need to send their men into the maze, they only need to track their positioning signals and wait at the exit of the maze.

"If it is necessary to calculate the changing law of the secret channel in real time, only the core mastermind can do it on the Ark." The clown said, "But if I ask the core mastermind to calculate the changing law of the channel for a certain period of time in advance, and If you write it down, you don’t need any computing power.”

"At that time, I was young, and I didn't think about it at all... When I was fooled by the chief, my head was full of blood, and I didn't even think about the meaning of the battle..." Soap recalled, "They are all a bunch of stupid boys, Holding a machine gun while sweeping and cursing, if you die, you will die, you are lucky to survive... Those who were seriously injured and did not die, that is the most unlucky guy."

The two tentacles had retracted into the clown's body, and he looked no different from a normal human being at this moment, but Noir and Soap unconsciously kept a distance from him.

"That's okay?" Soap was stunned for a moment, "You don't want to be a part-time fortune teller, do you? It's long been expected that we will go through this maze today?"

"Okay... then take a step back, even if these secret passages are really a perfect penetration route, how do we get in?" Soap stretched out a finger, knocked on his forehead a few times, "The clown also said that those passages are all recorded in that so-called 'black well', and to calculate their transformation law, you need to rely on the core mastermind of the ark... just use the brains of the three of us, even if the brains are squeezed dry , can't compare to the computing power of one billionth of the core brain, right?"

Soap and Noir couldn't even imagine how far they would have to go if they were walking in a maze instead.

The clown didn't answer this question, even so, Soap already guessed the answer in his heart, and continued: "Since Zeus also knows these secret passages, he can deploy defenses in the passages...we are just throwing ourselves into a trap when we go in. "

Hearing what Soap said, Noir also fell into silence-although Soap's statement is very negative, but the reality is true: since these passages cannot be defended by the enemy, it is naturally difficult for them to use them.This is the same for both parties.

But the clown has already moved, and walked quickly towards the intersection ahead.

The farther the distance, the more times the maze will change, and the probability of getting lost will increase exponentially... It is almost impossible to get out of it.

Even if the clowns were lucky enough to find the entrance of the passage, it would be very difficult for them to reach the core area after entering. The West Eleventh District was located on the edge of the ark. From here to the core area, even if they took the shortest straight line, they would need to cross half of the ark.

"You guy...really...you don't get in." Noir sighed, "If that's the case, why did you follow?"

The short conversation between the two ended quickly, and the clown who walked to the front had already stopped, and two meters directly in front of him was the "abandoned manhole cover".

"After six minutes and 17 seconds, turn right at the intersection ahead, and under the third abandoned inspection shaft cover on the left, passageway W11SG967 will be disconnected from passageway W11HJ112. Open the gap in the middle of the connecting passage. Remember, when the time comes to jump into the passage on the left hand side, it will take us to the next destination. As for the passage on the right hand side, if you jump in, you It might never come out."

"Wait a minute, you speak a little slower, I haven't written it all down yet!" Soap said anxiously.

"Don't grab the escalator, it's completely rusted and rotten, just jump off." After the clown finished speaking, he took a deep leap, and with the sound of splashing water and a "boom", he had already fallen into the horizontal ladder. in the well.

"Then don't you have anything to protect? Is there no one who cares?" Noir asked again.

Unless they can get a high-power real-time positioning device to figure out their own position, moving direction and speed, as well as the changes in the surrounding passages, then this plan is still feasible... But let's not talk about it Can the equipment be obtained? Even if there is, the power is so powerful that it can penetrate the structure of the ark and accurately locate the people in the maze. Then this equipment will be detected by the enemy [-]%.

Noir walked up to him and swiped in with a tactical flashlight—the part of the shaft is not too deep, only three or four meters, but the air quality in the shaft is very bad, with a strong smell of rust and moss The peculiar smell is not a big deal, but the oxygen content is so low that Noir had to find a breathing mask and put it on before jumping into the well.

Soap felt that all the hairs on his body were standing on end—what does it mean to keep quiet?Do the monsters living in the labyrinth in those legends really exist?Keep silent to prevent them from finding themselves?
But soon, he realized that he was wrong.

The clown walked to the side of the well, completely ignoring the wet moss growing on it, and put his face on it, listening silently.

Noir watched for a few seconds, followed the clown's example, found a place without moss, and stuck his cheek on it.

He could hear, outside the well, there was an extremely slight vibration, constantly coming from far to near...

(End of this chapter)