The Death Knell

It was a small camp with white metal houses that looked like large white boxes.

But it seems that no one lives there anymore. Various plants have occupied the place that once belonged to someone, making everything mottled and chaotic, covering everything up with time.

The camp area, which consists of four small second-story buildings, is shaped like a "field" and is hidden in the rainforest. Under the power of the plants, the solid metal has also been distorted to a certain extent.

"This is it." Arriving at the center of the four small buildings, Su Ming landed and first let Strangler sense the surrounding situation. After confirming that there was no biological reaction, he let the others come down: "Afra, it's time to use your professional knowledge again. It’s time, I need to know when this camp was, which faction they came from, and what happened in the end.”

The female doctor was wearing a mask, so her expression could not be seen, but she looked panicked when she spoke:

"Is Ms. Quinzel parasitized? Please confirm first."

"Don't worry, she didn't. If she doesn't use her thoughts to parasitize those bugs, they are just lucky." Su Ming hugged Harry speechlessly and slapped her on the butt again as if to blame her for being naughty: " The 'happiness' that transcends dimensions allows her to ignore all psychic skills."

The happiness mentioned here is actually madness. It is the same as Wade's immunity to psychic attacks. As long as she is crazy enough, it is impossible for others to mentally defeat a mentally ill person.

"Sigh... well, if she is parasitized anyway, you will definitely be the first to be unlucky." Aphra jumped off the flying carpet and stretched her waist. He kept some distance from Harley without leaving any trace, and got down to business: "Actually, I recognized it at a glance. This place belongs to the Archaeological Association. Apart from interstellar miners, we are probably the only ones using this kind of portable building."

These houses were originally prefabricated, pieces of lightweight metal panels that could be quickly assembled into buildings wherever needed.

Of course, it can't be said to be safe. Any laser gun can penetrate this thin wall.

While talking, she walked to a building and poked her head around, looking into the dark windows. Then she reached out and scratched the wall a few times, tearing away the vines wrapped there.

After tearing off the plant, a row of rusty letters was revealed. She glanced at it and turned around and nodded towards the death knell, indicating that her guess was correct.

"Is it the Archaeological Association's camp..." Su Ming touched his chin, found a tree stump to sit down, and lit a cigarette: "But San0 said that there is no Haiwen IV information within the association."

"Absolutely not, robots can't lie, not to mention you are our sponsor and savior." San0 raised and lowered his hands as if doing gymnastics. The humid climate here is not friendly to robots: "There are two situations where there is no information. One is that you really don't know, and the other is that someone knows something but doesn't want others to know."

The implication is that there may have been information but it was deleted.

"Interesting, it seems that apart from the specialty fruits, there is nothing of value on this planet, right?" Deathstroke puffed out smoke, the smoke obscured his face, and only the voice came: "Since it is the Archaeological Association camp, Aphra, you should know how to operate it, right?"

"You know, these houses should have laboratories and communication rooms, dormitories and living areas. Houses for the living and tombs for the dead often have the same architectural concepts." Aphra brought a murder jar in front of each small building. After looking around for a while, he selected a building: "This is it. Just like most imperial warships have captain's logs, there should also be mission logs on the central processor in the communication command room."

She doesn't keep any written records when doing things by herself, because her methods are often very dishonorable, but this kind of official archaeological team must have rules and regulations that need to be followed.

The girl took out something similar to a flashlight and illuminated the interior of the room. After some observation, she began to assign work: "BT, I need you to repair the camp energy source. San0, go clean the main processor console. I'll go Take a look upstairs."

Although she usually seems unreliable, she still has real skills and arranges the preparations in an orderly manner.

Because there is only one door in the house, Deathstroke is sitting at the door smoking, so there is no need to worry about being attacked. In the past, the Wookiee's work was done by someone else, so he just looked out.

"Beep!"

"Okay, Master."

Wolong Fengchu split up to do things. One went to the basement, while the other stayed in the hall on the first floor and started using his arms to conjure a circular saw to clean up the plants that had invaded the room.

Although this house is not very good, it is better than the situation in the open air after all. Although the equipment looks like garbage, no major problems were found after the 30 inspection.

A few minutes later, BT also repaired the energy equipment, and lights came on in the four small buildings. It seemed that there was no problem with the cables.

Aphra also walked down the stairs thoughtfully at almost the same time. She looked at San0 who was operating the equipment to retrieve the log, and then walked straight to Deathstroke:

"I noticed something strange."

"What?" Su Ming flicked the ashes from his cigarette and shared the fruits she picked with Ha Li.

The archaeologist's expression was a little strange. She said as if she couldn't figure something out: "I found a complete set of hazard protection equipment upstairs. Although it was old, it was not damaged and could be used. And that was a conference room. , the equipment shouldn’t be there, if someone went there wearing it, but I didn’t even see the body.”

The so-called hazardous protective equipment is something like a space suit, specially designed for people to wear in dangerous environments.

"Well, maybe San0 can give us the answer in a while." Su Ming stood up, patted his knees, walked to the house, and stood in front of the console to watch the robot's operation: "No matter what happened, there should be something here Record, I just noticed there are some cameras outside."

"Master, I repaired the communication module, but it requires member authentication." San0 turned around stiffly.

"It can't be verified. I can't let others know that I'm here. Try to find a way around it." Aphra's degree was revoked, and her certificate is definitely useless: "The equipment here is at least twenty years ago. I I don’t believe you can’t do anything with it.”

"Of course, but according to the code of conduct for robots, when I need to hack into other electronic devices, I still need your permission, the master." San0 raised a finger and turned it into a strange-looking key. an interface.

This is indeed a device from 20 years ago. During this period, technology has been updated for dozens of generations. San0 quickly cracked the system and opened the log.

It was a video, and a guy who was obviously the head of the archaeological team appeared on the screen.