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Chapter 1067 Behind the Moon

Before the dizziness from the quantum leap had subsided, Zhao Wuji could smell the salty smell of sea water.

He fell on the deck of a rusty research ship, his metal body hitting the steel plate with a dull sound. Lin Xiaoyu reassembled not far away, and her electromagnetic vision immediately caught the abnormality: "The magnetic field reading is wrong. We are not in Tunguska."

The turbulent sea surface appeared strangely silver under the moonlight. Zhao Wuji looked up at the sky - there was a huge full moon hanging there, but the moon's surface was covered with spider-web-like blue light patterns, like a glass ball that was shattered by external forces and was repairing itself. The Milky Way pattern on his chest burned violently, projecting new coordinates: 25°40' north latitude, 71°50' west longitude.

"The Bermuda Triangle." Lin Xiaoyu inserted his metal fingers into the deck, reading the ship's memory. "This is the Ocean research vessel that disappeared in 1985. It was sucked into the underwater pyramid."

The deck tilted suddenly. Zhao Wuji saw a vortex with a diameter of several kilometers forming on the sea surface in the distance. In the center of the vortex stood a translucent pyramid spire, and the surface was flowing with blue light with the same pattern as the moon. Even more terrifying was that countless shipwrecks were floating on the edge of the vortex - from wooden sailing ships in the 18th century to modern nuclear submarines, they seemed to be frozen in the moment of falling by some force.

"The third sealing point." Zhao Wuji held the black crystal of Tunguska tightly. It was now shrunk to the size of a pendant, and the inscriptions glowed with a faint red light. "The Prometheus civilization sank its largest spaceship here."

Quantum vision penetrated the seawater, and he saw countless glowing pipes extending from the bottom of the pyramid, connecting to the crustal cracks at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Those pipes were not mechanical structures, but the product of some kind of biotechnology. They pulsated with the tidal force of the earth's rotation, transmitting energy to the center of the earth like breathing.

Lin Xiaoyu suddenly grabbed his arm: "Someone is coming!"

A figure appeared on the mast of the research vessel. It was an old man in a diving suit, his mask filled with seawater but not affecting his breathing, and his exposed skin covered with fish-scale-like metal pieces. When he jumped off the mast, Zhao Wuji noticed that there was a glowing chain tied to his ankle, and the other end disappeared into the depths of the whirlpool.

"Marcus Lane." The old man's voice was distorted by the underwater communicator. "I am the only surviving astronaut of Apollo 1967 in 1 - although NASA announced that we were all dead." He lifted the mask, revealing a semi-mechanical face. "I have seen what you are looking for on the far side of the moon."

The rust on the deck suddenly reorganized to form a map of the moon. Marcus pointed to a point on the edge of the Mare Crisium Basin: "The Apollo program was not for landing on the moon, but to repair the control center. The Prometheus civilization built a quantum computer on the back of the moon to monitor the prison on Earth."

The galaxy pattern on Zhao Wuji's chest resonated with the blue light of the moon, unlocking new fragments of memory: Armstrong's "one small step for a man" in 1969 was actually to shut down the alarm system - the Tunguska explosion triggered the automatic alarm of the lunar monitoring station and almost sent the Earth's coordinates to Vega.

"Now it's awake again." Marcus pointed to the increasingly bright blue light on the moon. "Antarctica, Mount Kailash, Tunguska. Every time a seal is broken, the moon will send a signal to deep space." He untied the chain on his ankle, revealing a quantum-etched mark - a mirror image of the pattern on Zhao Wuji's chest. "I am the chosen messenger, but I betrayed my mission."

The vortex suddenly accelerated. The seawater rose to form a thousand-meter-high wall of water, revealing the full view of the pyramid - it was not a building, but the top of a wedge-shaped spaceship, with the same code engraved on the surface as the black crystal. Marcus rushed to the side of the ship: "Go! It sensed the key!"

Too late.

Twelve waterspouts rose from the edge of the vortex and twisted into the shape of a human arm in the air. Lin Xiaoyu's electromagnetic pulse was ineffective against liquid water. Zhao Wuji tried to manipulate the metal of the hull, but found that the entire ship was quantizing - just like the state before being swallowed by the Antarctic black hole.

Marcus made an unexpected move. He tore open his mechanical chest and pulled out a heart that was beating with blue light: "Take this! This is from the Lunar Control Center."

The arm made of water pierced through his chest. The heart was caught by Zhao Wuji on the way down, and it felt like solid lightning. Marcus's last voice came through the sea water: "The control center is in Plato Crater and requires two keys to open it."

The research ship was dragged into the whirlpool. Before it was completely swallowed by the sea, Zhao Wuji saw a passage open on the surface of the pyramid, with thousands of transparent capsules floating inside - each capsule was sleeping with a human with galaxy patterns on his chest. "Second generation key," Lin Xiaoyu's electromagnetic vision captured the number on the capsule, "They are mass-producing key holders!"

The feeling of seawater filling his lungs was strange. Zhao Wuji's quantum body did not need to breathe, but the information in the water directly poured into his consciousness: the Bermuda Pyramid was a breeding chamber, which collected all the survivors of the crashed ships and used their genes to cultivate more perfect keys. Those missing ships were not accidents, but regular harvests.

The black crystal suddenly emitted a blinding red light. Zhao Wuji felt a repulsive force pushing them out of the vortex and back to the surface of the sea. Before he completely lost consciousness, he saw the blue light of the moon gather into a beam and shoot accurately in the direction of Vega.

And somewhere on Earth, the sixth seal point is awakening.

When consciousness emerged from the depths of darkness, the first thing Zhao Wuji felt was his burning skin.

"Ding, the script crashed, you have exited"

Zhao Wuji propped himself up, glanced at the data and found nothing abnormal. He pulled out all the infusion tubes and saw Li Jingling coming over to help open the cabin door.

"I entered the data world of Earth, but the script crashed?"

"Well, you're lucky. We'll notify the maintenance team to investigate. Why don't you go back and take a rest?"

"Can I go out now?"

"Yes, you have been officially recognized by the bureau for rescuing Chen Yongren. Although you have the lowest authority, you can go out now."

"Okay, I haven't made any money from these scripts, can I get an advance?"

"Okay, go find Lin Yu and tell her the situation."

"Don't look for him yet. Lend me some first. I'm going to go in again."

"Okay, it's rare to see someone as brave as you."

Li Jingling gave Zhao Wuji 1000 Malaysian ringgits, and then went to another mission cabin to help.

Zhao Wuji left the gate and came to the street of Sagittarius A.