Star Master

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The ice on the top of the building melted, and the young man stood in a pool of biting ice water. The surface of the body was still condensed with a layer of frost, and the hair sparkled with ice crystals.

When the young man waved his hand, more than one hundred soldiers disappeared in a blink of an eye. Upon closer inspection, he found that abstract lights and shadows gathered and recovered into his hands.

"These shadow guards are really useless and don't know to catch up."

The young man complained and raised his hand in the air, "call the Minister of Special Investigation Department of Nanhu District of the City Defense Army."

"Please wait a moment, connecting."

After a while, ripples rippling on the water surface appeared in midair, light spots gathered, a figure appeared, and Carlisle Du Chen whirled, her tight lips opened, "How is it going?"

"Report to the sir, the mission failed."

Callis placed her fingers across her chest, her tone slightly impatient, and her expression was not good. The warning eyes seemed to cross the communication light curtain and reach the young man's body. "Captain Tarot Curry, I believe in your ability."

"While the mission failed, I temporarily lost the trace of the target person, but I discovered otherwise."

Tarot Curry talked about the mirage that suddenly appeared.

Callis recalled the findings of Tarot's report. The piles and pieces all illustrate Mo Ye's difference. The appearance and disappearance of the mirage in Nahai may be inseparable from it.

The key to this is Mo Ye, who is of unknown origin. Carlisle flipped the character investigation report to the last page. Each page is a question mark and an ellipsis. Simply put, there is no such person.

Mo Ye was not a registered Peters citizen, but she was able to freely enter and exit the complex but it just showed that she had extremely high authority.

"Find people out."

"Yes, sir."

"I will temporarily increase your authority. You are solely responsible for this matter. Don't disturb the area."

"Yes." The relaxed smile on Tarot Curry's face was completely dismissed, and his right palm with the tree-vine dagger pattern flashed on his chest with a serious expression.

When the video hung up, the light and shadow in front of Tarot were broken up, and the scattered light spots disappeared without a trace.

Tick,

Tick,

The melted water droplets continued to drip down, and as Tarot’s footsteps shed a series of water marks on the ground, when he walked into the corridor to enter the room, the wet water on his body had evaporated, and even the frost on his head had melted. Evaporation, soft hair fluffy spread over the shoulders.

The left hand was lifted, and the fingers were drawn out of thin air, and the lavender light gathered. "Comprehensive search, blockade of the work area, and full-frame monitoring."

The pointer on the blank dial only bounced a few times, and white-collar workers in the bathroom who were stripped of clothes shrank in the corner and fell asleep.

"Wake up."

Tarot waved his right hand in the air, and five shadow guards appeared.

These soldiers covered in black combat uniforms stepped forward to lift the sleepy workers, patted, did not wake up, shouted, did not wake up, shook, still did not wake up.

Tarot didn't finish it, but his fingertips flicked at the seam of the pants, and this time the shadow guard's movements were much larger.

Snapped!

Slap your face in the palm and open your bow.

"Drug coma?" Tarot muttered to himself.

"How about monitoring?"

Tarot inquired again at the communication end, and the results obtained were not exciting.

The whole picture of white-collar workers being snatched and robbed in front of Tarot was of no use.

In the picture, there was only a wind-blown figure brushing past, and then brushing away, and then disappeared.

"Multi-element attributes?" Tarot whispered to close the surveillance screen in the air, looking down at the white-collar worker holding a toilet with a smile on his floor and spitting bubbles. His fingertips flicked.

Yingwei reached out his fingertips and touched the worker's forehead, a white light flashed slightly, and energy was triggered.

An information cursor visible only to him appeared in front of Tarot. He glanced at the information and transferred the important identity information to "locate the current position of Bob Ma, the third-level engineer immediately, and screen through the monitoring information."

Now that Mo Ye was wearing the horse engineer's clothes, he probably disguised himself as being mixed into the work area.

Tarot didn't know why his head supervisor and mentor deliberately investigated the suspected hunter of wartime spirit, and he even didn't want to alarm other districts. There was obviously a more convenient and quicker way than manpower.

If you can't figure it out, just give up your patience and wait for the result. Tarot's curiosity is put aside into the work at hand.

"I want precise positioning."

This time there was no reminder of insufficient authority, and all commands were answered.

Tarot shrugged and smiled, "It feels good to have high authority."

What Tarot didn't know was that at this time, he also had the same feeling as His Master.

Rune slate is in hand, I have... Oh no, it's unobstructed.

Mo Ye was wearing a disguised mask that could be seen by the people here at a glance, but it was not dismantled and caught.

"This 4D printed mask is probably not even a toy product here." After drawing this conclusion, Xiaoqi was both excited and emotional. The level of civilization differed too much. Maybe he was a child's toy level. This idea After coming up, Xiaoqi scared tears in his eyes, almost tears, and suddenly felt very sad.

Mo Ye, a semi-literate illiterate, is a little mood that can't feel the entanglement of his children.

The colleague of the white-collar worker saw Mo Ye's disguise at the moment he looked at it. The other party looked at Mo Ye's face, his brown pupil enlarged, first he was puzzled, and then he realized.

The expression is so clear, Mo Ye can see it clearly without spending his mind.

Oops, it was found disguised.

Mo Ye thought about how to deal with this situation, whether or not to confuse this person with drugs, or immediately flash people.

After all, people who have been recognized along the way cannot be integrated into the investigation, let alone want to do something else.

However, the plot turned around.

The man stared at Mo Ye, suddenly nodded, and tentatively said, "Weifu private visit, plain clothes disguise?"

How to face this situation, Mo Ye nodded subconsciously.

"Inspector, don't worry, I won't tell you. You are busy with your work. I won't delay you anymore." After leaving, I smiled and continued to work.

Mo Ye stood a bit ignorant at the same place, and was mistaken again as an inspector. What did the inspector do?

Not only one person, every staff member that Mo Ye met afterwards had the same attitude ‘we know that you are a private visit to Weifu, we don’t say’ ‘we work hard and don’t tell you’

Everyone smiles with such clear eyes. Mo Ye is a little inexplicable and feels weird. In any case, although there are some small twists and turns in the matter of being mixed into the work area, it unfolds smoothly.

Mo Ye’s square at this time was completely transparent, and was divided into different office areas. The conversations of the previous crowd and the contents of some bulletin boards speculated that it seemed to be a mechanical engineering area, and engineers participated in different research projects.

Each project team has a different number of engineers. Some of these engineers engaged in research write and write pictures.

Mo Ye looked sideways at the project sign outside this area and couldn't understand it.

"The maximum energy release of the psionic engine reactor under the action of gravitational waves..."

"Speak common language."

"Master, I have already translated it."

Very good, not only the text can't be understood, even if Xiao Qi translates the text into Xingmeng's current common language, Mo Ye is still confused.

What this is all about, according to Xiao Qi, this is the only research that can be understood so far, and the rest of the content can't be understood at all.

Even Xiaoqi's black eyes are no different from illiteracy, let alone Mo Ye.

The knowledge reserve is so small that Mo Ye consciously feels ashamed. Suddenly he feels that he has too few books, thinks about the size of the universe, and has a long way to pursue the true meaning of magic, and has limited energy. Forgiving his ignorance is not a very difficult thing.

Mo Ye randomly chose a room to enter.

Every project research room has a door made of silver light. Non-researchers are not qualified to enter. Before Mo Ye, the engineer who buried his head in the wrong door was dragged away by silver light.

But when Mo Ye tried to enter, he raised his wrist, and the rune stone bracelet bounced automatically, unimpeded, where he wanted to go.

It was so smooth that Mo Ye daily suspected that she was actually in an illusion, everything was just her imagination.

Walking into the project research room, Mo Ye's visual area was about 500 square meters when he looked outside, but when he walked into the door, Mo Ye knew that he still had too little knowledge.

At least thousands of square meters of open space, engineers and researchers wear uniforms with different color collars to focus and work.

In Mo Ye's view, many people just stood, their hands scrabbling around in the void, and there was no light screen. There was no such thing as a light curtain. There was no display on the wall, and nothing.

Some people are standing in transparent instruments and dancing or doing movements carefully.

At this time, if someone came over to introduce Mo Ye that this was actually a ward of a mental hospital, Mo Ye believed it.

The uniformed staff's expressions were focused on the grimace, and they muttered their hands and feet in the air, and looked completely neurotic.

"What are they doing?"

Xiao Qi didn't answer Mo Ye the first time, but paused before answering "Do research."

Will this answer be too perfunctory?

Mo Ye glanced at Xiao Qi, and saw that the little guy's eyes were full of blue data streams flashing, apparently doing high-intensity calculations.

Mo Ye stood in the lobby for a while and walked inwards. A researcher in uniform with white cuffs saw Mo Ye froze for a while, and then was stopped by Mo Ye, pretending to be calm and pretending to leave if nothing had happened.

Now that it has been mistaken for an inspector, just exercise your rights.

"lead the way."

"Ah?" The researcher looked down at the air in front of him and then at Mo Ye. He looked regretful and looked at Mo Ye.

"Take me around."

The researcher grabbed his hair and glanced at his colleagues who were working around his work, and he could only accept the fate of being a guide.

The researcher stood on the side of Mo Ye's body and pointed to the staff who were separated from the left side in different square compartments and pointed at the air. "This is our program practice group. They look for the simulation program in the mimic space. After the final test, they will be able to enter the warehouse to be applied for trial after passing this procedure." The researcher was very excited about this, and the depression of the captured Ding Dang Wizard slightly calmed down.

Going straight ahead is as long as a two-hundred-meter runway, Mo Ye's eyes were slightly bright when walking forward, and I found it interesting.

This research room uses the technology of embedded space. Mo Ye once read it in Mr. Bled's notes, but he didn't have time to study it in detail.

The actual capacity of the space inside the door is much larger than it looks outside, but it does not occupy physical space.

When the researchers took Mo Ye to continue walking down, Mo Ye once again found himself underestimating the space technology here.

The embedded space is not a single one but a matryoshka form, one embedded one, a long string can be pulled out by one pull, which is almost infinitely extended.

"This is the design room, all related concepts are proposed here, and a conceptual diagram is drawn."

Mo Ye understands what these people are doing on the air, and she can't see the patterns.

Keep going straight, turning a corner and entering another embedded space.

The number of embedded spaces is surprisingly large, which means that the technical capabilities involved in space must be very strong, and the precise and meticulous calculations need to be combined with the spiritual power matrix of the space master.

Up to now, unknown Mo Ye has not found any gaps in the nested space, and the connection is perfect without the slightest fluctuation of energy in the space.

It is a perfect and exquisite masterpiece.

But in this place, this building in this city, this extremely sophisticated and extremely complicated space technology in Mo Ye's heart can actually be quantified for production and popularization.

Since this research laboratory is so, Mo Ye believes that other research laboratories cannot be equal, and the configuration should be similar.

This shock is extremely shocking for Mo Ye.

Seeing Mo Ye's footsteps paused, the leading researcher looked at the past nervously, worrying if he had said something wrong, and if the inspector stabbed and heard that it would hinder the progress of the research project.

The researcher immediately said, "Do you want to take a look at the engineer's conceptual design diagram presentation, this design will soon enter the second stage of the pseudo-control stage."

The researcher reached out and took a picture outside one of the dancing engineer's compartments, and a string of cursor text popped up.

Mo Ye did not know what this person did, and the scene she saw in front of her immediately changed.

The engineer who seemed to be slapping in the air before seemed to be floating in the air. At the moment, he was being wrapped by colorful metal lines. I saw him catching the scattered light spots and refilling them into the lines.

Mo Ye's barren imagination could not guess what he was doing, and it looked like he was knitting sweaters, but instead of using wool but those data streamers.

In a blink of an eye, the previous feeling of floating disappeared, the scene in front of him returned to the real reality, Mo Ye's expression in a simulated mask was stiff, thinking whether to ask or not, she didn't understand what the engineer was weaving. Sweater.

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