I'm not a drama god

"Got it." Chen Ling responded calmly.

"But Director, Lin Yan just attacked me and injured me... I'm afraid something unexpected might happen, so can you send someone else to go with me?"

Chen Ling paused for a moment, changed the frequency and volume of the intercom, and said in the director's tone:

"Are you injured? Do you need to come out for treatment first?"

"No, it's just a minor injury."

The aurora in Chen Ling's eyes flickered slightly.

Now the referees' communication system has been completely hacked by Chen Ling, and this communication system can be divided into two parts. One part is the referees who are supervising in the old district, and the other part is the organizing office outside the old district.

The referee briefly summarizes the information in the old district and transmits it to the organizer in real time through the intercom. The organizer is responsible for summarizing and organizing it and dispatching the rescue team...

And now, there is Chen Ling between these two parts.

He is like an intermediate station. Any communication from the old district must go through him if it wants to be sent out; and the organizer's orders must also go through him if they want to be delivered to the old district... Only messages that are confirmed by him to be non-threatening can be delivered correctly, otherwise they will be intercepted or tampered with.

Now Chen Ling can be said to be able to cover the sky with one hand!

Chen Ling used the communication network to sense the current referee position on the field, randomly selected a referee who was closer to him, and continued in the director's tone:

"Okay, then No. 17, you go open the 'Dark Palace' first and make a preliminary confirmation."

"receive."

Referee No. 17 responded immediately.

Soon, in Chen Ling's perception, the signal location of No. 17 moved rapidly and approached a corner in the old district.

Chen Ling calmly put away the walkie-talkie and walked there leisurely.

……

Ten minutes later.

Chen Ling slowly stopped on a barren land.

"The referee's signal is located right here... The so-called 'secret palace' is hidden here?" Chen Ling swept his eyes across the Western Zhou Dynasty, and saw nothing but rubble all over the ground.

Chen Ling walked around the rubble and ruins, and deliberately used his [Secret Eyes] to carefully explore the details of the ground, and finally found a series of slight footprints in a certain area.

Chen Ling seemed to have discovered something. He stepped into the air and looked down from this angle. Finally, he found some clues...

"The arrangement of the gravel matches the Eight Diagrams... The footprints also disappear at the edge where Yin and Yang meet. It seems that the entrance is there."

I have to say that the setting of this "secret palace" is really hidden. Although the main office of the Tower of Babel has left behind the Bagua layout as a clue, everyone is busy hiding or fighting at this time. Who can notice the layout in this wilderness?

No wonder no participant has taken the initiative to discover the entrance to the "dark palace" until now.

Chen Ling returned to the ground and followed the footprints forward. Finally, he found a corridor leading to the underground at the intersection of the Bagua layout. He walked down without much hesitation.

The floor of the corridor is paved with marble, and there are patterns engraved on the walls on both sides. It is not as dark and narrow as a tomb passage, but rather appears elegant and magnificent... The lights on both sides of the wall are turned on. I don't know if it was originally set up like this, or if it was turned on when referee No. 17 entered just now. It still looks bright and transparent.

After walking along the corridor for a while, Chen Ling's eyes suddenly opened up and a round hall that looked like an underground palace appeared before him.

The first time Chen Ling saw the round hall, he was reminded of the art hall in Fu Sheng Hui. However, compared with the round hall, the round hall in front of him obviously lacked some artistic atmosphere, but it had a kind of magnificent and majestic atmosphere;

"This is……"

When Chen Ling walked into the rotunda, she saw six dark arched doors standing in different directions of the rotunda.

On the ground in the center of the rotunda, a passage that looks like an elevator shaft extends deep into the ground. Even now, you can still see the sophisticated tracks and mechanical devices inside, which is dazzling.

Just as Chen Ling was looking down at the bottom of the well, a figure slowly walked out from one of the archways:

"No. 6, you're here? How are you feeling?"

The person who came was none other than referee No. 17 who picked up Chen Ling and others at the station, and was also Chen Ling's "appointed" "dark palace" maintenance personnel.

"Oh, it's nothing serious, I just got hit by that guy and it gives me a headache."

Chen Ling imitated the tone of referee No. 6 and smiled helplessly.

"That guy's name is Lin Yan, right? I remember him." No. 17 nodded slightly, "He is on the [Inhuman] path, and he does really inhuman things."

Chen Ling:......

"By the way, how was your examination? Are there any problems?" Chen Ling changed the subject.

"I've basically checked it out. Everything is working fine in the Six Palaces." No. 17 pointed to the edge of the six arched doors and the half-closed secret door.

"But I don't know as much as you do about this, so it's best if you check it again later. I've put the central control panel on the table for you... But if it bothers you, it's okay if you don't check it. Don't worry about that guy Lao Chang, he loves to order people around."

The Old Chang mentioned by No. 17 should be the director of the current communication channel. It can be seen that he does not have a very good reputation among the referees.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Chen Ling smiled weakly.

He secretly reached into his arms and reached for the intercom with his right hand.

Chen Ling has now become referee No. 6, with both arms naturally intact. However, since he still has one arm, his left hand is only in shape and cannot perform difficult movements, let alone fight... It is more like a natural prosthesis.

As a flash of aurora flashed in the depths of his eyes, referee No. 17's intercom suddenly rang:

"The fighting in the west of the city has increased, and we don't have enough manpower. Go and help."

When Director Chang's voice sounded, Referee No. 17's face suddenly turned sour. He snorted coldly and said helplessly: "Then I'll go and get busy first. After you check that there is no problem, remember to restore this place to its original state."

"no problem."

Chen Ling gave a sincere smile of an honest man.

As No. 17's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, the smile on Chen Ling's lips gradually faded. He calmly walked to the half-open secret door and pushed it open.

Behind the door was a dazzling space. Countless gears and long poles were like perfect works of art, filling every inch of the space. When Chen Ling walked in it, he felt as if he was in the heart of a super steel behemoth.

"This is... the work of the Tower of Babel?"

Chen Ling looked up at the abyss below, filled with densely packed mechanical parts, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.

But soon, his eyes fell on the center of the dark room, on a seemingly ordinary center console... a row of mirrors emitting mysterious light were placed on it.