The Secret History of Mars

The geocentric capsule began to slow down, and the think tank was ahead. The four of them had their own thoughts, especially Cui Xingmeng, who was worried about the safety of his lover. It was his first time to come to the think tank and enjoy the elegance of appreciation. Mengtou entered the think tank with Ye Qinghe, Wen Yuze and Yuan Yizhou one after another, walked through the green lake surrounded by mangroves, and came to the Xuanhu Tower on the island in the middle of the lake. They didn't meet anyone along the way, so they walked straight in and pushed the door into the Jishi Hall on the first floor.

The Jishi Hall is no longer as lively as when we last visited. Perhaps most of the seed keepers today went to the Grand Council Hall to participate in the just-concluded Presbyterian Council Shi Yiji review, but work has not started yet. There was only one man wearing a navy blue elder's robe, with his back to them, standing in the center of the Jishi Hall.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man turned around and everyone saw clearly that it was Elder Bao Xi.

"Follow me!" Bao Xi didn't say much, and directly motioned for everyone to follow him in the completely opposite direction to the spiral staircase.

Everyone followed Bao Xi, passing through rows of seed custodian consoles, and stopped in front of a wall. Ye Qinghe remembered this wall, as she had sent Wen Yuze here last time.

"Everyone has permission to enter the Bixiao Palace today, please do it!" Bao Xi stretched out his hand in the direction of the wall, then turned and walked towards the wall, disappearing into the wall instantly, leaving the wall undulating like water waves. With.

Cui Xingmeng and Yuan Yizhou looked at each other. Did Elder Bao Xi get into the wall? The two of them looked at Ye Qinghe and Wen Yuze with questioning eyes.

Ye Qinghe shrugged his shoulders and said, "This is also the first time I have permission to enter the Bixiao Palace. Don't ask me. Last time I accompanied Wen Yuze and we sent him to this wall, and they went in. Then I touched this wall later and it was normal, no different from an ordinary wall."

The two looked at Wen Yuze again, and he said gently, "This should be similar to the shield Qinghe set up to prevent me from running out of the Miemeng Gallery when he brought me to Mars to replace her carrier. Only Only those with authority can enter and leave. Those without authority will be blocked by the shield. Let's go. Elder Bao Xi should be waiting for us at the ladder behind this wall." As he said, He ignored the wall and walked in. Like Elder Bao Xi, he disappeared into the wall, leaving only the water on the wall rippling behind him.

"It turns out it's a shield. I've been to the Xuanhu Tower so many times and I didn't see it through." Ye Qinghe murmured, and followed Wen Yuze and walked in.

Cui Xingmeng and Yuan Yizhou looked at each other, held each other's hands tightly, took a deep breath together, and walked towards the wall. The moment he passed through the wall, Yuan Yizhou felt the Luo Tangyi on his body tighten again. That feeling was very similar to the feeling he had when he scanned the time coordinates and entered the Miemeng Gallery at No. 1 Dayun South Road, Jiexiong North Street.

After passing through the wall, as Wen Yuze said, Elder Bao Xi was waiting for them in a space like a capsule in the center of the earth. This should be the straight staircase Wen Yuze mentioned.

Seeing that everyone was here, Bao Xi closed the elevator door, pressed the only button on the operation panel, and the elevator began to rise. Based on this ascent speed, it was indeed five or six floors before the escalator stopped. Based on the height of the Hanging Pot Tower, this is indeed the distance to the top.

After the elevator stopped, this time there was a transparent door. Behind the door was the lobby of Bixiao Palace.

The group of people followed Elder Bao Xi down the stairs and entered the lobby. Yuan Yizhou observed carefully. Although the place seemed to have an unobstructed view, the sky outside its transparent ceiling was not the sky of the island in the middle of the think tank lake. It was an indescribable land of nothingness. And it's not a dome. This Bixiao Palace is just a regular cube without any spatial curvature. The center of the cube is also a sharp-edged turning staircase, which divides the entire Bixiao Palace into three even layers. All stairs and floors are also transparent. So that standing in the lobby, Yuan Yizhou could see the elders wearing various elder robes waiting for them on the third floor of Bixiao Palace. He probably knew about their arrival. One elder was still looking into the lobby on the first floor. With.

Elder Bao Xi motioned for everyone to follow. Wen Yuze and Ye Qinghe walked in front, while Yuan Yizhou and Cui Xingmeng followed behind holding hands. The group of people stepped onto the transparent folding stairs and walked towards the group of seniors waiting for them on the third floor.

When passing by the second floor, Wen Yuze sent a conscious message to the three of them, "The formatting of my thoughts was completed on this floor."

When Yuan Yizhou heard this message, he looked around carefully at the layout on the second floor. Everything here is also transparent. Compared with the empty lobby on the first floor, there are many more crystal coffin-like containers of different sizes.

Elder Bao Xi obviously also heard Wen Yuze's message, so he added an explanation, "These are artificial wombs, mainly used by eighth-level elders to experiment with new species. Only after the experiment here is successful will they go to the Xuanhu Tower to batch Generate Martian carriers, or cultivate and breed them in various earth laboratories. Yu Ze's brain bank intervention surgery was very complicated and special, so it was performed here."

"Brain bank intervention, Elder Bao, do you mean that you did not format his thoughts?" Ye Qinghe knew that Elder Bao Xi had always been rigorous, and it was impossible to confuse brain bank intervention with formatted thoughts. There is a huge difference between the two. In the former, the person who is intervened will not lose his self-awareness, but his temper and temperament may change depending on the content of the intervention; while in the latter, the person's self-awareness is completely eliminated and completely transformed into a self-awareness. An intelligent person controlled by others and implanted with thoughts. If Wen Yuze was just interfered by the brain bank, does this mean that he has been willing to work hard for his return for so many years? !

"Formatting thoughts is a very important decision. At that time, Wen Yuze did not have the emotional conditions to make the right decision, and you were so nervous. So the Council of Elders only intervened slightly, and his brain bank stored, It only gives Yu Ze the right to make a choice by centrally storing those memories that cause him pain but are reluctant to throw them away." Elder Bao Xi said meaningfully, otherwise, why do you think Yu Ze would do it without the consent of Elder Ji Xuan? , made a public show of love to you in the Grand Council Hall today, accepted your invitation during the review, and agreed to help your reconstruction plan? "

Now it was Ye Qinghe and Wen Yuze's turn to be confused. The two looked at each other in confusion. For a long time, Wen Yuze held back three words, "Why?"

"You can ask Elder Yan yourself in a while. This is what he strongly requested, saying that it is a way of compensation for what he owes you." Elder Bao Xi saw that he was about to reach the third floor, so he changed the topic, "Elder today Well done to the hospital for review. After all the hard work, this old man has no choice but to be sent here!"

After saying that, he handed the four people over to Elder Ji Xuan who greeted them, then turned around and went downstairs, returning the same way.