In the huge, absurd and noisy corridor, Mola and Shaosaido are in contact. As the distance approaches, they may also step into the adjacent area. This time, there is no need to pass through the opponent's "soul-sending" "combat puppet", but use a telephone directly.

Mola was not angry: "What happened to you just now? The puppet didn't respond?"

Shaosedo's voice was a little hoarse and his temper was even worse: "What's wrong with you? Forty or fifty kilometers, the turtle crawled over!"

"You'll try it?"

Shaosaido was dumb for two seconds before responding: "I see you have entered the corridor area. If you encounter a mechanical cluster, don't worry, they will ignore it and move forward and will reach a more core functional area..."

Since the communication conditions have improved, Shaosaido will briefly introduce the situation of this base.

After listening patiently, Mola asked him, "Where are you?"

"I probably entered a prayer hall, well, very distinctive."

He also briefly described the architectural structure and layout of his current location, and Mola frowned when he heard it.

"What the hell is this? Those clay dolls...conscious and civilized? Or are some bad guys who have built blocks, made maps, and started playing house?"

Shaosedo did not respond, seemed speechless, or was thinking.

Mola asked again: "What's the matter with the restrictions in the Yuan District?"

Shaosaido snorted: "This is the 'Thirteenth District'. If there is this problem, you shouldn't explain it? Even if you don't have this ability, what about mentor Li Wei?"

"I have contacted him, but the delay is super high, so I can only wait a little longer. But..." Mola looked around and looked at the mechanical cluster around her that was dedicated to the construction of the engineering, and smiled softly, "Now I can basically confirm that we are already in the inner circle, and there is a master here."

Shaosaido sneered and responded: "So, is our mission to clarify this fact? Or is it necessary to take the so-called 'going further'? Is the usual experimental tasks of Instructor Li Wei so vaguely?"

Mola raised her eyebrows and skipped the topic: "No matter what, meet up first."

"You just keep going forward, I'll look at it here. This prayer hall is a bit of a word."

"Tsk, you're more courageous than I thought."

The communication was temporarily interrupted, and Mola in the team continued to contact Li Wei through special channels, but there was no response. She pondered for a moment and issued an order to continue moving forward. No one expressed objection. The guards and the "fighting puppets" formed a marching formation, and went against the current from the tide of construction machinery.

Not long after, they entered the functional area of ​​the base and saw the treacherous space where the layout was rigorous and occupied by clay dolls. No one in the team spoke, but they naturally collapsed and were so worry-free under the action of the potion.

Mola contacted Shaosaido again to determine a more accurate location.

"Well, I saw it, do you come out, or do I go in?"

"Come and see."

"It's been a long time to know."

Mora continued to look around, scanning the native mud dolls that came and went like a living thing in the public areas.

Although I didn't hear any clear language, as Shausedo described:

It's like acting in a lie and horrifying pantomime.

She didn't rush to go in, but observed it carefully outside: "Some of the clay dolls you mentioned are purer, while others are not very pure."

"Um?"

"Don't say you're mentally when you go out. Don't you see it? The same body shape, the weights are different, not only the density, but also the internal structure, so the sounds of touching the ground and the mode of action are different. Some are pure rock and soil, while others are likely to just wrap a layer outside..."

While speaking, Mora issued an order, pointing to the "fighting puppet" that was "sent to the soul" by Shaosaido.

As long as Shaoseido did not make trouble, this thing would still obey the orders. He stride forward and chose a pedestrian, and the two sides collided. The heavy mecha that the "fighting puppet" hangs was extremely powerful and intentionally used, so he immediately tore a hole in the opponent's side arm, and the rocks and soil and ash were peeled off, exposing completely different materials inside.

This clay man and earth doll seemed to have no idea. She only adjusted her balance and continued to move forward according to the established route.

Mola glanced over and said in a silence: "Semi-mechanical, half-body...and wounds and defects."

In fact, she doesn't need to say that Shaosedo can also confirm the situation on the scene through the "Soul-Submitting Cluster".

"so……"

"So look, it's going to the medical district."

Mola said, and he was really following behind. After a while, he saw this broken clay doll and moved into the base medical area. He confirmed his identity in the hall as if he were a decent person and walked inside according to the guidance.

Shaosaido also saw the whole process through the "soul-submitted clone", and then woke up: "Are you saying that every clay man and earth doll here has their inner behavior logic, but it is blocked by the outside layer of clay shell?"

Mola snorted: "I mean, everyone is covered with a layer of mud shell, which may be the more important logic of this base."

Shaosedo fell into silence.

Mora didn't say much and walked back outside the prayer hall.

It was too inconvenient for a group of more than twenty fully armed people and puppets to squeeze in. Mola asked the large army to stay outside. She only brought a guard and a "fighting puppet" to walk in from the main entrance. Then, she saw a situation that was exactly the same as Shaosaido, especially the striking dome stars and four wall patterns.

His eyes swept across several rows of benches, and the clay dolls praying quietly, but he did not see the figure of Shaosaido as expected.

A strange feeling lingers in my heart. Mola stopped and asked through the phone:

“Where?”

"You can't even see under your nose?"

Just across two rows, next to the aisle, on the edge of the bench, someone was carrying his body on his back and did not look back. He just raised his arms coolly and signaled to them:

"Where is this."

Mola did not move because the raised arms were dark yellow in color and rough in material.

Even though this thing can be seen wearing thick armor, it is incompatible with other people in the prayer hall, and the outline is vaguely the image of Shaosaido before he parted, it is indeed a clay doll that can be seen everywhere in this base, painted with heavy rocks and dust.

However, it has no consciousness at all and is still hooking and asking Mo to let him go.

Shaosaido's natural and emotional tone was still heard from the phone: "Come on, see this ghost place..."

Mola did not hesitate, had no idea of ​​cooperation at all, and retreated directly.
Chapter completed!