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Coulson and Melinda couldn't help but pause, and they looked at each other, deep surprise was unreservedly revealed from their expressions.

After being surprised, the two couldn't help looking into the room together.

I saw a cloak as black as ink suspended in mid-air.

That's right! It is levitation! Both Coulson and Melinda said they were right.

There are no hangers for any support, and no wires for hanging. It is really suspended.

"It seems that Mr. Meiwes is not as simple as we imagined." After sighing, Coulson strode into the room.

If this technology is expressed in the form of technology, they can imagine how advanced Patch Maiwes's scientific level is. After all, this is a technology that cannot be realized by SHIELD today.

But if it weren't for science and technology, then Coulson would have to ask Director Nick Fury to redefine the importance and danger of Patch Meiwes, because this is obviously a special ability that they cannot predict.

Don't talk about maglev planes, nuclear-powered planes and other non-intelligent questions. You must know that this is just a cloak coat made of ordinary materials, not some aircraft made of steel and titanium alloy, although they don't know exactly what this cloak is made of. What material is it made of.

Melinda nodded, apparently acquiescing to Coulson's words, and walked in immediately afterward.

Out of the professional ethics of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s field agents, the two of them carefully scanned the details of the room as soon as they entered the room.

A single bed, a large wardrobe, a glass cabinet, a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and a desk, these are the five most conspicuous things in the room.

It seems to be ordinary furniture, but some small decorations can't help but make Coulson and Melinda's scalp tingle.

They looked through the single bed and wardrobe, but found nothing special.

But the things displayed in that glass cabinet can't help but make them feel very disgusted.

Dozens of glass bottles filled with an unknown solution are placed in a disorderly manner, and each glass bottle contains the same fresh human organ.

There are eyeballs, brains, hearts, and various internal organs...

"Where did he get all these things?" Melinda couldn't help asking.

"I don't know." Coulson responded casually.

Through everything that was shown in front of their eyes, they can now fully guess that Patch Maiwes definitely has many unknown secrets besides the file they just looked at.

At least the human organs in front of them are extremely suspicious.

"Hey, Coulson, come over here and take a look."

Unknowingly, Melinda came to the desk and seemed to find something interesting, and called out to Coulson, "What is this?"

Coulson walked over a few steps, and saw a piece of brown-yellow paper and a quill made of unidentified animal feathers on the desk.

The brownish-yellow paper is full of regular and strange symbols, but Coulson can't figure out what it represents.

"Is this a kind of writing?" Coulson asked tentatively.

Melinda took out an instrument similar to a spectrum recognizer and scanned the paper. After seeing the information displayed on the instrument, she shook her head and said, "Obviously not, there has never been anything like this on Earth. similar text."

"A special symbol? Or a pattern?" Coulson asked again.

"I don't know. This spectral literacy device can only retrieve characters that have appeared on the earth. Symbols or patterns should not be within its recognition category." Melinda spread her hands and said helplessly.

"May, put it away, at least this is the harvest of our operation, maybe we can find something when we bring it back to S.H.I.E.L.D." Coulson told Melinda, and then began to carefully observe the room other special items.

Melinda rolled up the paper calmly and put it in the tool box she carried with her.

After walking around the room a few times, Coulson returned to the desk again.

"If I didn't pay attention, I might have overlooked this thing." Kulson bent over and pulled out something from the gap under the table.

A small wooden box with strange patterns around it.

The small wooden box was very light, as if it had no weight at all, and Coulson didn't seem to exert any effort when pulling it out.

"It's very light, it doesn't seem like there's anything inside." Frowning, Coulson picked up the small wooden box and shook it gently.

There was no sound of objects colliding.

"An empty box?" Melinda asked.

"I don't know." Coulson shook his head, and then said, "We can only find out after we open the box."

"If the box had been filled with paper or stuffed with a very light sponge, we wouldn't have heard a sound at all."

"Uh... Coulson, but this box seems to have been sealed." After careful observation, Melinda asked an awkward question.

After hearing Melinda's words, Coulson picked up the small wooden box and looked it over several times, and found that the gaps on both sides of the box seemed to be glued together.

After coughing unnaturally, Coulson said, "Let's try to see if we can break this box open with violence."

After speaking, Coulson grabbed the small wooden box and knocked it **** the floor a few times. But the small wooden box still has no trace of looseness.

"Let me give it a try." Melinda took out a seesaw from the toolbox and gestured to Coulson.

Just as she was talking, Melinda put the seesaw into the gap in the middle of the box, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com pulls hard.

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"Huh—" Melinda wiped the sweat from her forehead and let out a long breath.

"Isn't it impossible?" Coulson, who was sitting paralyzed by the side, couldn't help asking.

"No!" Melinda shook her head and responded, "The material of this small wooden box is very strange, I have never seen it before in my life."

In the ten minutes after Coulson proposed to break open the box violently, he and Melinda tried countless methods, but they still failed to break open the small wooden box.

Smash it on the ground, hit it with a rocker, hit it with a hammer, or even shoot it continuously with a pistol, not to mention breaking it open, without leaving even a trace of it.

"If it really doesn't work, we have to take it back first and then think of other solutions." Sighing, Melinda put the tools scattered on the ground back into the toolbox, and said helplessly.

From the moment she walked into this hut, Melinda had a very weird feeling. Not to mention those human organ specimens and strange symbols, it was a small sealed wooden box that she couldn't even open.

This is abnormal, extremely abnormal.

"Well, it seems that's the only way to go." Coulson said in response.

"Wait..." Coulson, who was about to get up, seemed to have noticed something suddenly. He pressed Melinda's shoulder and whispered in her ear: "Mei, be careful, there are very few people here except the two of us." There may be a third person."

Facing Melinda's puzzled gaze, Coulson immediately said, "If you don't believe me, listen carefully..."

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The first two are the heartbeats of her and Coulson, and the third...

Melinda frowned instantly, and her spirit was highly concentrated.