The bright moonlight shines through the window screen that floats gently with the breeze and sprinkles on the soft carpet. A black cat curled up in the shadows that the moonlight cannot shine, and his eyes shine with colors similar to the moonlight.

Du Shiyu lifted the heavy alchemy laboratory bench, facing upwards, and carefully placed it on the reinforced base. Four or five hundred things weighing nearly 500 in her hands seemed to have no weight.

The tongs are easy to solve. There are all kinds of strange things on the Internet, all hand-made and full set of alchemy equipment, which restores the shape and even materials of the online shape and even materials one by one. If you don’t consider their striking price, everything is perfect.

Other tools that cannot be copied, such as magic furnaces, were replaced by alcohol heaters. On the surface, a small offline alchemy laboratory is quite good.

The best friend also participated in an adventure at the entrance of the dungeon of a high-playing team. Whether it will be offline for a while, Du Shiyu doesn't have to worry about being discovered too early.

"Meow!"

"I understand, I will say it when I find an opportunity."

"Meow!"

It's finally time to separate from her best friend. She has more and more secrets. Her best friend is in a good state. Telling her not only can't help her, but it will destroy her current "harmonious" state, which is something Du Shiyu doesn't want to see.

Light the alcohol lamp, heat the tongs, and Du Shiyu first tried to complete some simple operations online.

Take out a piece of iron ore ordered online, wait until the base liquid (also high-purity water ordered online) is heated to boiling, then smash the iron ore, use a sieve to detect the finest powder, and stir the fingers that are filled with mental power in the container for a while, and the fingers are like magnets, absorbing some black powder.

Adding the powder to the boiling base liquid, she began to chant spells, hugging the pot with her hands in the air, and then constantly changing the angle.

At this time, Doraemon's eyes lit up, and the bright moonlight was attracted by these eyes and turned into a beam of light that shone directly on the alchemy platform, covering Du Shiyu and the alchemy platform.

Du Shiyu's shadow pulled out the old man and projected it on the wall.

The shadow seems to be "living". If you want to get onto the body for one or two seconds, the atmosphere in the room becomes extremely mysterious, as if you are pulled away from the atmosphere in reality and are in the dividing between phantom and reality.

Du Shiyu clearly felt that the "signal" had become stronger, the spells were chanted more smoothly, and the spiritual power was smoothly passed through her hands and entered the reaction of the tongs.

...

Half an hour later, a piece of iron that had been formed without modern process smelting was lying tightly in the tongs pot. The base liquid seemed to have evaporated, as if it had been absorbed by it, together with Du Shiyu's spiritual power.

This simplest magic metal took ten times more time and energy online. After Du Shiyu woke up, she couldn't wait to put on rubber gloves, carefully picked it up, and looked at it in front of her eyes.

Just now, the black cat suddenly moved. He appeared on Du Shiyu's shoulder in an instant, and the hair on his neck exploded, and his eyes emitting strong light stared in one direction.

"What's wrong?" Du Shiyu asked in surprise.

"Meow!"

"The west?"

"Meow!"

"Why has the Western signal been enhanced so much? It has surpassed the direction of the Demon City."

At the same time, Beimi.

The engineering vehicles that were endless at first sight were driving on the simple road. Smith hummed a song, shaking his body as the car bumped, and from time to time, he also rushed to the female military police driving side by side and smiled.

The female officer was handsome and handsome. She was wearing sunglasses, and she supported the open window with one arm, holding her cheek, and erected her middle point towards the guy who kept harassing her.

Smith laughed, put on his headphones, and cut into the fleet's call channel.

"How are our "Earls" gentlemen? Are you still satisfied with our service?"

"Fak, shut up, Doctor."

"To be honest, haven't you noticed something wrong with us?"

"This is not what you should care about."

"Honestly, I feel like it's

Run to hell, haha…”

In front of the convoy, a faint outline of the city stood under thick dark clouds. What was strange was that the clouds only appeared above the city, with neat edges like a piece of cake, cut by a knife.

At the end of the road is the entrance to the city. It is sunny outside, and the entrance is indeed dark, as if there is a barrier and a layer of water film that isolates the inside and outside.

The atmosphere of the convoy was far less relaxing than Smith showed. The drivers of construction vehicles were all wearing military uniforms and were protected in more than a dozen luxury containers in the convoy, and were divided into rooms. The "Earls" mentioned by Smith were lying in a container that looked like a crystal coffin, and were carefully taken care of by medical staff.

More than ten minutes later, the city became closer and had reached the boundary of the clouds. At this time, the only thing that brought people to shock was to look at it again.

The spectacle that seems to have naturally formed is already displayed in such an extremely "static" way, as if something is hidden in this thick cloud!

A star warship coming from the depths of the universe?

It's like the movie Independence Day hangs over the city, covering the flying saucer that's all over the city.

The convoy stopped less than 500 meters away. Smith pushed open the car door, stood in the cockpit more than ten meters high, and set up a pergola in his hand, looking into the direction of the city.

One, two, three... Many human-shaped shadows appeared, and were twisted by the visible dividing line. Then they seemed to float from the bottom of the water, showing their true appearance in Smith's eyes.

"Hi, fellow countrymen!"

Smith waved to Philip happily.

Black Pharaoh frowned, looked at his companions wearing the priest robes of the Death God, and took the lead in walking towards Smith.

Military, chaebol, Hundred Palace, and top scientific research institutions came to Smith, watching Philip and his group come nearby in silence.

"How about it, my compatriots, is the new home okay?"

Philippe was a psychopath. He shook hands with an old man with messy hair, and then started to greet the others.

"The situation is good, the network...the signal has been much more stable."

"That's good, that's good..." The old man with messy hair said with trembling lips. He looked at Philip, then looked at the city behind him with a little fear, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"How many immigrants have you brought this time?" asked Philip.

"Not much!" Smith interrupted unwillingly, "You players are so difficult to deal with. There is always paranoia caused by persecution. We all think that you have to do this. Those people in the North Michaelan Company are just a bunch of waste, waste!"

"My people are all here!" Smith interrupted him impatiently.

"Let's talk about these later," the official who could interrupted the dispute, "Let's start?"

Philip nodded, Smith opened his arms and shouted in an exaggerated aria: "Welcome to the legendary Yindian Garden, ladies and gentlemen, the time to witness the miracle has come."

The fleet that could not be seen woke up again, and the roar of the engine even trembled. Smith, who was in the front, looked excited. He twisted his limbs to the powerful rhythm of the music in the passenger seat, shouting, and gradually arrived at the water-like division.

First, the front of the car entered, and then the body of the car, including him.

I felt like I had passed through a mysterious star gate, a little cool, a little numb, and I was in another completely different environment like electricity.

The vision suddenly became dark and exactly the same. Only seven or eight small blue buildings on both sides of the road were listed, and there were countless numbers at a glance.

The lamp posts and tracks along the four-lane road are still painted. The access and output devices of intelligent urban design are spread all over these public infrastructures, and the power has not been connected yet. These expensive facilities have not been activated. They are covered with black dust everywhere, and only the scattered buildings are still on.

Walking in along the main road entering the city, the exact same building is like a huge chessboard, and it is like an extremely regular and tight formation diagram after the microprocessor chip is enlarged.

The operators and the media were allowed to work, and the cameras stretched out the car windows to shoot the dead city.

A total of more than 3,000 immigrants here were gradually offline, looking at the city that was about to belong to them curiously. The patients and the elderly who were sleeping in the coffin were also sitting in wheelchairs, in the container that could be called the presidential suite, their weak graves.

"I don't like this place!" said a retired billionaire, "No light at all."

"You will like it," his attending physician advised, "As for the sunshine, you don't need it, and the light in Canaan is sufficient."

The billionaire muttered childishly and stopped talking.

After the convoy advanced four or five kilometers, it entered the part of the city that was still under construction. The construction vehicles scattered and entered various construction points through a chessboard-like road.

The roar of generators and engines is not friendly enough to patients, and container vehicles are heading onto another main road and heading towards the completed urban area.

"This is a completely intelligent city. The city's intelligence and all infrastructure are controlled by the smart center, and are expected to accommodate about 2 million people..."

"What is that?"

"Uh, Mr. Planning Entertainment Center."

"Does a grave need this thing too?"

"This... considering the actual needs of offline players and tourists..."

"Damn it, for God's sake, this entertainment center doesn't need at all. It's all my money, mine!"

"Don't be excited, Mr. Phoenix...ah, doctor, doctor!"

"How do you feel, this ghost place..."

"Uh... it feels like I'm back in that underground base."

"Haha, Black Pharaoh didn't lie to us. This is indeed a good place. I feel that "power" is back."

"Like..."

"You can swim happily and breathe."

"Haha, yes, yes."

"Then let's do a big fight!"

The convoy drove into a city area decorated with sporadic lights. The exactly-same eight-story building was like a standing resistor, so neat and tight that it was difficult to distinguish the direction and position.

Smith was the first to come down, listening to the explosive music and swinging his limbs exaggeratedly. The cars behind him opened one by one, and the luxury buses that more than 3,000 players were riding in parked in front of buildings with the same resistance.

"Do we have a party next?" Smith made a gesture on the street and made an excited suggestion. Philip pulled him away, made a gesture of inviting him, and walked in first.

Representatives of the chaebol, officials from the Hundred Palaces, scientific research institutions, etc., a group of hundreds of people walked into the building and saw an indoor layout like a space capsule in a science fiction movie.
To be continued...