Chapter 258: Ice age, i'm sour

Bai Liu and the others left Taishan Station and came to the place where they had been placed before. They found that Fang Xiaoxiao, who had been dug out from the crack in the ice before, had disappeared.
"Fang Xiaoxiao also took other team members away." Tang Erda looked grim.
Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu, "So are we going to find them next, where will they go?"
"I probably know why Edmund left, and where they will go." Bai Liu breathed out a sigh of relief, and he looked into the sparse snow at the edge of the Antarctic continent, which was shimmering in the dark sun.
Bai Liu showed a relaxed, slightly joking smile. "It seems that another player has put a lot of pressure on the bottom boss, Professor Edmund, and he has to temporarily abandon our experiment and leave instead. Against this player."
Liu Jiayi is always the one with the fastest response. She turned to look at Bai Liu "Is it a spade? What did he do?"
"To perform the main task of the game." Bai Liu looked back at her flatly, "to warm the world."
Next to the pure white Ross ice shelf.
In the sea near Victoria Land, the seawater contains a large amount of salt that can make the freezing point of water drop below the freezing point.
Before the arrival of the polar night, it is the coldest time when the Antarctic cold and warm water meet the coldest water. As long as people fall in for fifteen minutes, they will be fatal due to temperature loss.
In such seawater, it is obviously a very eye-catching thing to see a human being sinking smoothly like a whale.
A tent-like warehouse built with snow blocks was randomly stacked on the shore, with canned food, jackets, a pair of neatly placed socks and a sleigh cart.
A drying rack is supported on the sled, and a pair of large-sized boxer briefs is hung on the sledge. It is placed on two burning solid alcohol lamps to dry.
It seemed that he was reluctant to wear the underwear of others found in the observation station, and chose to dry the underwear for reuse.
A small red flag is inserted on the top of the snow "tent", swaying violently in the sea breeze, and the material on it emits a strange fluorescence in the coming night, which is quite conspicuous.
The people in the sea floated up and down twice, swimming so fast that they were abnormally fast, even faster than the people nearby began to eat a lot and store fat seals and killer whales for winter.
At least when these two creatures were tentatively hunting this person, he just made a slight stroke, turned around easily in the water, and passed under the mouths of these two top predators in Antarctica in the blink of an eye.
Bubbles overflowed from his lips. Only from this point could he perceive that this guy was a strange human, not a cold humanoid monster born in the cold sea of ​​the ice field.
Even the seal attempting to hunt him may wonder in his heart why this prey cannot feel any heat radiation.
Like ice, even colder than ice.
Before they struggled to come up with the answer, this cunning "prey" swept across their fierce fangs again, swinging their feet, opening their eyes slightly, and dived into the deep sea where no light was visible.
Ten minutes later, the spades surfaced, and a tide gauge weighing several hundred kilograms came out of the water.
He stepped barefoot on the ice and walked forward, dragging the instrument surrounded by the huge orange frame with his left hand to draw a long trace on the snow. The water on his eyelashes and hair became ice before it dripped. He stretched out his right hand and crushed it.
This approach is very dangerous, it is easy to hurt the eyes and skin, and it is also easy to cause severe frostbite and contusion.
But this kind of damage does not seem to show harm to the spades.
This kind of fatal damage and temperature to normal humans seemed so trivial to him, and it was not even worth the second time that he stretched out his hand to take care of the ice fragments between his eyelashes and forehead.
The fine ice is like small diamonds that have not been simply polished. It hangs loosely on the firm and smooth body of the spades. It will be refracted at certain angles. The amazing light shines on his low temperature. On the skin.
He is not overly strong, he looks thin when his shoulder blades are tightened, but the proportions of the skeleton from the shoulders to the waist and abdomen to the ankles are really good. The muscles are thin and tough covering the back of the neck to the instep. It seems that the amount of muscle attached to each bone and each joint has been carefully calculated to create such a strong and well-balanced shell.
After the skin is soaked in sea water, it does not turn blue, but emits a kind of enamel light after the marble is polished, a kind of translucent white of loved ones.
It's like an art product that is still unsatisfactory after being carefully carved seven billion times. Most sculptors all over the world have to be mad to engrave such a semi-naked sculpture.
The only pity is that the small half of the face of this sculpture is covered by hair, and only a lower jaw that fits this artwork-like body can be seen.
The spades were like shimmering boulders that couldn't feel the cold, dragging the heavy load forward at a constant speed, finally melting them with eyeballs and body surface temperature.
So this bit of bright light also disappeared in the huge wind and snow that was howling, no one could detect such a bright scene of this cold monster after diving into the deep sea.
Spades casually threw the instrument weighing hundreds of kilograms aside with one hand, knelt on top of the instrument, bent over and found the inner gall of the instrument, and then drew out the whip without hesitation, like a dagger Holding the handle of the whip with the same backhand, he stabbed it in.
After the poking, he realized that he had done something untimely, and slowly opened his mouth, "Ah".
This is a whip, not a dagger, a long knife, or an awl.
Spades reflexively recalled the new teammate who had just transferred, what the insane judge was crying hoarsely in his ears and roaring
Give me a good use of the whip. Don’t put all the strange weapons on the whip. Give me a little respect for the weapon form you use. Do you know how many points the guild spent last year to maintain your weapons?
The man bitterly accused him
Hold the handle of the whip and poke it all over the place without hesitation. When you use it, your conscience will not hurt. Do you know how expensive the material is?
Spades really don't know this, he is only responsible for winning the game, and never cares about everything except the game.
He recalled how he answered this new player who had just switched back to the killer sequence at that time
It's okay to win.
He seems to be very good at attacking various weapon forms, and he doesn't know why the final weapon form fixed by his personal skills is a whip.
Spades don't like to use whips very much. He makes short knives or cones more comfortable, but they can do it with whips.
Because although he uses a whip, he can also use the whip to use other weapons to attack, and exert a very strong attack power.
So in the end, he can often achieve his core purpose to win the game.
So he has never cared much about this, but his league teammate, the rebellious judge, is very concerned about this.
No matter how many times the rebellious judge warned him with tears in despair, the spades would still use the whip in his own way.
So the judge activated his skills. He predicted the future of spades and threatened him evilly, saying, spades, if you no longer practice the use of whips, you will lose to someone who is better at using the whip in the league. Player hand with whip
The spades care about the outcome, so he listened a little bit this time.
From entering the game to the present, the spades have been throwing their whip well, although it is not easy, but it is not unusable.
But I just got it right, I used the whip handle to directly stab the inner liner of the tide gauge.
But that annoying new player was not there and didn't see the tragic scene, so the spades just paused for a while, and proceeded casually with the whip to pry open the steel skin of the instrument, and dig out the inside wrapped in layers of waterproof plastic cloth. A thermometer.
The spades tore open the tarp, and inside it was a small metal box that was shaking.
This is a very peculiar little box. It makes high-frequency irregular movements in all directions. It keeps making very sharp high-frequency vibrations in the hands of spades. Just holding it will shake people’s bones. Shattered.
The spades gathered the five fingers, leaving a clearly visible fingerprint on the metal box.
He squeezed the box directly, and then pressed his thumb on the side to buckle inward with his fingers, poke a hole in the box.
Pressing the hole he poked with his fingertips, the spades turned and brought the small box back to the snow tent.
A lot of dusty things can be felt on the fingertips constantly hitting, and his fingernails are congested.
It should be painful, but unfortunately he can't feel it very much.
Spades bent down and hooked down the toasted boxer briefs, then bent over and searched in the tent with one hand for a while, found a bottle of strong acid in a plastic bottle, and then directly held the box and baked it on the alcohol lamp.
He stared at the flame of the alcohol lamp with his eyes motionless, breathing very lightly, the jumping candlelight cast a warm beam of light in his eyes, and the cold skin gradually warmed under the baking of the alcohol lamp.
Also warming was the metal box held by the spades.
The metal box was heated to an unbelievably high temperature, and the outer skin was faintly red. The spades holding the box made the sizzling sound of ice evaporation from the box, but he didn't seem to feel it hot at all, still indifferent. Holding tightly.
The dust inside the box vibrated faster and faster under the high temperature heating, and the whole arm of Spades was shaking frantically.
After not knowing how long it was roasted, the spades' arms slowly stopped shaking. It seemed that the particles inside had been roasted at a high temperature and lost their vitality. He finally felt it was OK, put his hand back, opened his fingertips and pressed it. The hole in the box I was living in, dumped the strong acid in the bottle without hesitation.
The strong acid made a fierce reaction sound, and there was continuous gas overflowing from the opening of the box, and even the surface of the box did not react with an oxide film.
Spades looked down at the box, he heard his own system announcement
The system prompts congratulations to the player spades destroy the particle meteorological response device 521600
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