第一百四十三章 全部失联
The news quickly spread that the large client convoy team, uniting with various small and major sheds, was preparing to forge a Lost Mind Engine to stabilize the mountain range, stirring up countless discussions and skeptical gazes.
大甲方货队联合众大小棚区，准备炼制失念引擎稳定山峦的消息很快传播过去，顿时惹来无数议论与怀疑目光。
Many more light clusters appeared in the sky, as if probing the truth of this news.
天际光团多出许多，像是要探知这个消息的真假。
In the twilight, the bustling market remained lively, and among the flowing crowds on the streets, a faint silhouette of a figure flickered for a moment, then vanished into obscurity.
暮色中，熙熙攘攘的集市依旧热闹，在人来人往的街道上，隐约有道人影轮廓晃动了下后，又隐匿不见。
Several passing pedestrians walked through laughing and talking from where it stood.
几道来往的行人从它所在的位置谈笑着穿过。
The man standing quietly here, sensing the movement of passersby, felt as if he were detached from the world.
静静矗立于此的男人，感受着来往之人的走动，仿佛自己已经超然于世外。
[Nothing belongs to me.]
[所有东西都不属于我。]
He enjoyed it gently as he raised his hand; the phantom arm visible only to himself flickered with light, the palm clenched into a fist.
他享受般轻轻抬手，这唯有自己能看到的虚影手臂闪烁微光，手掌捏紧成拳。
[And everything is mine to take.]
[所有东西亦唯我所取。]
Wuying gazed at the countless bobbing heads, as if beholding his own subjects.
无影看着这数不尽的攒动人头，仿佛在注视自己的臣民。
His eyes looked toward a wooden hut outside the market, guarded by several protectors. With a soft laugh and embracing the lively street scene, he withdrew his hands and walked deep into the market.
他的目光望向集市外一处守着几名护卫的木屋，轻笑声后，感受着热闹街景，负手走入集市深处。
Inside the hut, candlelight emanated a warm glow.
木屋内，烛光散发暖光。
“Mr. Zicang, this is a precious document we’ve collected. I hear the head team leader cultivates psychic techniques; if it’s you, you would likely be able to read this file.”
“子藏先生，这是我们收集的一份珍贵文件。听说队长你修习有精神系秘技，如果是你的话，恐怕能阅读这份文件。”
Yang Zicang looked at the booklet Yuanlong the shed master had solemnly handed him.
杨子藏看着元龙棚主郑重给予自己的这份资料册。
He opened it and saw that it featured scattered drawings of twisting patterns, with marks like “Heaven,” “Earth,” and “East, West, South, North” beside them.
他翻开一看，这上面分散绘制着一截截弯弯曲曲的纹路，并在旁边有着“天”、“地”，以及“东、西、南、北”等标号。
Apart from that, there were no other explanations.
除此以外，没有其它任何说明。
“This is?”
“这个是？”
In the room, Yuanlong slightly tilted his head, sensing the surroundings. Assured no one was at the door, he spoke in a low voice:
房间中，元龙微微侧首，感受着周围。确定没有人在门外后，才低声道：
“It’s Hui He’s lackey whom we took down led us to dig out this. Head team leader, Mo Shengyang, this is a blueprint for an auto-craft shed.”
“甲队长莫声扬，这是份自动作棚的制作图。”
“An auto-craft shed?”
“自动作棚？”
A glimmer of light lit up Yang Zicang’s eyes. “So that’s what it is. This is something good. But…”
杨子藏眼眸中亮起抹光芒，“原来如此，这是个好东西。可是…”
He carefully examined them, attempting to memorize the patterns, but felt that with even a slight effort, his mind became foggy and chaotic, as if he was about to fall asleep, strongly resisting continuing to read. This symptom was even more severe than reading a physics or chemistry book.
他细细看去，想要将这些纹路记下来，却感觉略微用力便脑中一片模糊混沌，仿佛想要立即睡去，强烈抗拒着继续阅读。这症状比看物理化学书还要厉害。
After Yang Zicang had flipped through a few pages, Yuanlong nodded in satisfaction.
等杨子藏翻阅了几页后，元龙才满意点点头。
“Truly worthy of being the Sub-dimension Squad Leader—your willpower is remarkably strong. If it were me, by this point I would have gone mad and tossed the book away long ago.”
“不愧是子间队长，精神力真是强韧，如果是我的话，看到这里这会早就发狂把书丢远了。”
“Is it that terrifying?”
“这么恐怖？”
“And these are already the decomposed magical patterns. Otherwise, with a complete magical pattern in hand, merely attempting to memorize it could damage one’s mental faculties. This power from another realm is truly mysterious and profound.”
“这还是已经分解过的魔纹，否则的话，完整魔纹在手，只要尝试记忆，就可能让精神受损。这种来自异界的力量，真是神秘无比。”
“Still, being able to build an automated shed could indeed save us a lot of effort and greatly aid our plan to stabilize the mountains and forests.”
“但能建造个自动作棚的话，的确能节省很多精力，对我们稳定山林的计划有很大帮助。”
Yuanlong said, “Yes, and with a quadrilateral like the Sub-dimension Squad Leader serving as the core of the automated shed, we might be able to significantly enhance the Wandering Engines of quite a few quadrilaterals. This is the real reason I have confidence in stabilizing those several mountains!”
元龙道：“是啊，而且有子间队长这样的四边形作为自动作棚的核心，我们说不定能提升很多四边形的失念引擎。这才是我有信心稳定那几座山的真正原因！”
“Ascend cylinder?”
“升缸？”
Yang Zicang immediately thought of the anomaly that appeared the first time he created a kerosene lamp Wandering Engine—it was clearly a broken-line model, yet it became a three-cylinder Wandering Engine.
杨子藏一下就想到了自己第一次制作煤油灯失念引擎时，它出现的异相，明明是个折线模型却成为了三缸失念引擎。
Although the probability of transitioning from a triangle to a quadrilateral was even lower, there was at least still a glimmer of hope, provided that a quadrilateral model was used in creation. And he himself was exactly that quadrilateral.
虽然由三角形变为四边形概率更低，但至少还有那么一丝可能，前提是由四边形模型来制作。而自己就是那个四边形。
The middle-aged man drew closer and said, “Sub-dimension Squad Leader, do you know how large an area a single quadrilateral model can stabilize?”
中年人靠近道：“子间队长，你知道一个四边形模型能稳定多大的面积吗？”
Yang Zicang narrowed his gaze slightly. “How large?”
杨子藏目光微微一凝，“多少？”
“At least seven or eight hundred square meters, at most… perhaps an entire slope of land… no, even half a mountain—provided it doesn’t include deep-seated minerals. So, stability alone isn’t enough; we need to dig deep tunnels to secure it. By deploying several more seals, that stretch of land can truly exist, even naturally forming thousands of meters beneath the surface.”
“最低七八百平方米，最高…说不定一大片坡地…不，甚至是半座山，前提是不包含深处的矿物。所以我们不光要稳定，还要深挖洞去稳定，多部署几枚，那片大地就能真正存在，包括数千米底下也会自然存在。”
“Another form of terrain aggregation phenomenon?”
另一种形式的地貌聚集现象？
Yang Zicang took a deep breath.
杨子藏深吸了口气。
So this was Yuanlong’s confidence. No wonder he was the director of the Lijiang Greenhouse District; his plans weren’t made without basis—chilling, yet founded on reason and evidence. A surge of warmth rose in Yang Zicang’s heart. This seemingly impossible plan now held a glimmer of hope for completion.
原来这才是元龙棚主的底气，不愧是丽疆大棚的棚主，提出计划不是无的放矢，虽然骇人却有理有据。杨子藏心头一热，这看上去不可能完成的计划，此刻居然有了一丝完成的希望。
He just had to wait… until after winter…
只要等…冬天以后…
He glanced at the documents in his hand, flipped through them, then looked up at the middle-aged man before him.
他看向手中的文件，翻了翻后，抬头看向身前的中年人。
“Besides the magic inscriptions, there are no layout designs for the dwellings?”
“除了魔纹呢，没有房屋的设计图？”
“All the secrets of the auto-formation shed lie within these magic sigils. Those extravagant roofs are merely shells hiding them beneath the walls and floors.
“自动作棚的所有秘密都在这些魔纹上，那些华丽的房屋，不过是在墙面与地面下，隐藏着它们罢了。
“In theory, carving these sigils on just a few bricks would still allow you to successfully build an auto-formation shed—provided someone had the psychic energy strong enough to inscribe them.”
“理论上，哪怕只是在几片砖石上刻上魔纹，也能让你成功造出自动作棚，前提是有人能够有这么强的精神力，来刻画它们。”
Yuanlong sighed, stroked his beard, then smiled and shifted the topic:
元龙叹了口气，抹了抹胡子后，转而笑道：
“Also, if Captain Zijian builds an auto-formation shed here, you won’t be able to create another for a month or two, not even nearby. So this will come at a cost to your interests.”
“另外，如果子间队长在这里制作出一个自动作棚，一两个月内不能制作第二个，而且在这附近也不行。所以要牺牲下你的利益了。”
“What sacrifice is that?”
“这算什么牺牲。”
After roughly flipping through the documents, Yang Zicang tapped them against his hand, feeling his mind slowly clear back to lucidity.
大致翻完文件后，杨子藏拿它在手上拍了拍，感受着自己脑袋缓缓恢复至清明。
“No problem, I’ll give it a try.”
“没问题，我试试。”
There was no mention of giving or copying, but as long as he could carve the magic patterns himself, why worry about not being able to transcribe them?
没有说赠送与否，但只要自己能刻画出魔纹，还怕不能抄录它吗。
The moment he made up his mind, a voice rang in his thoughts.
当他下定决心的瞬间，一道声音在心念中响起。
[You have gained fame, in the Lost Frequency Land.]
[你已诞生名气，于失频之地。]
[Your current fame is above 10, with a score of 42.]
[你当前名气已超过10，分数为42.]
Hadn’t this already been said that Sunday? Just as Yang Zicang thought this, the voice continued.
这不是在礼拜天已经告知过的事情吗，正当杨子藏这样想着的时候，这道声音继续响起。
[You have already had a profound influence on the Lost Frequency Land, and the Editor-in-Chief has taken notice of your existence.]
[你对失频之地已产生深远影像力，主编已注意到你的存在。]
Feeling secretly pleased, Yang Zicang was stunned for a moment.
心中暗爽的杨子藏怔了下。
“Editor-in-Chief?”
“主编？”
Who was that? Never heard of them. This name didn’t appear in the handbook either.
那是谁，没听说过。手册中也没提过这号人物。
Knock. Knock-knock.
咚、咚咚。
A knocking sound came. After Yang Zicang and Shed Master Yuanlong glanced at the wooden door, the middle-aged man cupped his hands in salute and said:
窍门声响起，杨子藏和元龙棚主都看了眼木门后，中年人拱手道：
“Then I’ll leave it to you, Captain Zijian. I’ll immediately prepare to arrange the big warehouse for carving the self-operating shed.”
“那就拜托子间队长了，我会立即着手准备刻画自动作棚的大仓库。”
“Good. Let’s have it near the meeting hall, it can double as a storage room in the future.”
“好。就在会议厅附近吧，以后也可以作为仓库。”
With these two structures set up, it would basically take shape as a shed district, as if they were starting a large shed area from scratch.
这两样建筑弄起来，基本就有棚区的样子了，这是直接从零开始一个大棚区的节奏。
The two shook hands with a smile and were about to exchange some casual pleasantries when the knocking came again. The person on the other side seemed impatient and asked:
两人笑着握了握手，正想寒暄两句，敲门声再次响起，外面人像是显得急不可耐的问：
“Chairman Zijian, are you in there?”
“子间会长，您在里面吗？”
“Chairman?”
“会长？”
Since when had he acquired that title?
自己什么时候有这个称谓了。
YangZicang walked over and pulled open the door. Outside stood a man who looked somewhat familiar, seemingly the one who had come with the owner of the Single Frequency Inn earlier. Come to think of it, it had been over a day since he had last seen that guy.
杨子藏走过去拉开门，外面是个有些眼熟的男人，似乎是之前跟独频客栈的负责人一起过来的，话说回来，已经一天多没见过那个家伙了。
“What’s the matter?”
“什么事？”
The man glanced at Yuanlong, who was stepping away from YangZicang, and said anxiously:
他看了眼从杨子藏身旁离开的元龙，焦急道：
“Please link to the Mental Link I’ve assigned to you.”
“请您链接我分给您的心灵链接。”
With that, a silver thread of light refracted toward him.
说罢，一道银色丝线就折射了过去。
YangZicang didn’t refuse. The moment the connection was established, he saw a distant image—a patch of flat land.
杨子藏没有拒绝，接通的瞬间，他看到了副来自远方的画面，是一片平地。
He was a bit startled. The place seemed somewhat familiar, yet it carried an eerie sense of unfamiliarity. Moreover, distorted energy was quivering on the ground.
他略微有点愣神，这里似乎有点熟悉，但又有着怪异的陌生感，而且地面还有扭曲的能量抖动着。
“What does this mean? Where is this?”
“什么意思，这是哪儿？”
The man standing below the doorstep swallowed his saliva and spoke in a terrified tone:
身前门槛下的男人咽了口唾沫，带着惊悚般的腔调道：
“It’s… the Single Frequency Inn.”
“是，独频客栈。”
YangZicang was frozen on the spot.
杨子藏愣在原地。
A chill crept over him—the Single Frequency Inn, which hid many secrets, had silently disappeared without a trace.
一股凉意浮现，隐藏不少秘密的独频客栈，居然不声不响消失了。
{Everyone inside has vanished. No one can be reached. They’ve all lost contact. I think Mr. Zhuang and the others are… no longer with us.}
{里面的所有人都消失了，没有一个人能连接得到，全部失联。我想，庄老板他们应该是…不在了。}
“No longer… with us?”
“不…在了？”
YangZicang looked more closely.
杨子藏仔细看去。
The site where the Single Frequency Inn had stood was now a stretch of soft, fine dirt with only faint traces remaining from the deep basement, as if the entire structure had been lifted out and uprooted.
独频客栈所在之地已成了片泥土细软的平地，只有深层的地下室还有些微痕迹，仿佛被人整个截取拔除。
Such power was terrifying—directly annihilating everything within the space, leaving not even ashes behind. Its destruction was so swift that no message could be sent out.
这样的力量太过恐怖，直接摧毁空间内所有的东西，渣滓都没有。它的毁灭快到，没有任何消息传递出。
“Did you see anyone special leaving?”
“你们见到有什么特殊的人离开过吗？”
In the sensory image, two or three figures stood outside. Some held lunch boxes, while others sat weakly beside the sheathed knives abandoned on the ground.
感应画面中，两三道人影站在外面，他们有的提着饭盒，有的无力坐在丢土地上的刀具护鞘。
The one who unleashed the model held a birdcage in one hand and a rabbit cage containing light red ink-colored crystals in the other, saying:
发动模型的人一手提着鸟笼，一手提着个装着淡红墨晶石的兔笼，说道：
{No, sir, but we did find this.}
{没有，先生，但是我们发现了这个。}
In the sensory image, that person walked to a spot beyond where the fence originally stood, where several extra wheel ruts were visible, their tire prints clear and unmistakable.
感应画面中那人走到原本栅栏所在位置之外，那里有几道多出来的车辙，轮胎的印记清晰可见。
Yang Zicang’s heart grew extraordinarily heavy.
杨子藏的内心变得异常凝重。
Against such power, he likely had no way to respond.
这样的力量，自己恐怕没有任何应对的可能。
Who could it be that annihilated everyone in the entire inn, leaving them utterly unable to transmit any information?
会是谁能将整个客栈之人悉数剿灭，让他们一点信息都没传递出来。
This terror already surpassed the Defenders. Even if Zhao Anlong were tasked with destroying such an inn, he could never achieve such clean efficiency as to completely halt all message transmissions.
这已经是超越抵御者的恐怖了，让赵安龙去毁灭这样的客栈，都不可能做到让人无法传递任何消息的干脆。
“Crushing-level strength.”
“碾压级的实力。”
{That’s right, Captain Zijian. As for our Dufeng Inn in the future…}
{应该是，子间队长。咱们独频客栈以后…}
“Let’s lay low for now. If the other senior members contact you, feel free to consult their opinions as well.”
“暂时先沉寂吧，另外几位高级会员若是联系你们，你们也可以参考下他们的意见。”
{Captain Zijian, among all the senior members, I see you as the strongest and most trustworthy. How about you become our new leader from now on?}
{子间队长，所有高级会员中，我看就您比较强大又值得信任，以后你做我们的新会长好不好。}
Yang Zicang’s mouth twitched slightly.
杨子藏嘴角扯了扯。
He didn’t actually have much to do with Dufeng Inn; it was these people who kept pestering him to earn their Chrono-Longitude credits. The former leader had just died, and immediately they wanted him to step in. He didn’t even know who they were, so why would he take on such an absurd task?
自己跟独频客栈实际上没多大关系，都是这些人贴着赶上来赚时序的。刚死个会长，马上让自己顶上去，我连你们是谁都不清楚，干嘛来做这莫名其妙的事情。
The speaker meant no harm, but Yang Zicang felt a shadow of gloom in his heart because of those words.
说者无心，可杨子藏却因这句话在心中多了丝阴霾。
Mori had been unconscious since some time ago, and now, Mr. Zhuang, who had some connection with him, suddenly died. The dangers of this world were too sudden and too inexplicable.
莫里前端时间昏迷到现在都不醒，这个时候这位与自己有点关系的庄老板又突然身死，这个世界的某些危险来得太突然也太莫名其妙了。
He fell into thought for a moment, then turned to look in the direction of the several large mountains.
他沉思了下，转头看向几座大山的方向。
A wise man does not stand where a wall is about to collapse. He didn’t even know what the danger was, where it came from, or how it manifested; staying here in such a conspicuous manner was very risky.
君子不立危墙之下，自己连危险是什么，从哪来，如何呈现的都不清楚，再这样大张旗鼓的待在这里，是非常冒险的事情。
The plan to boost his reputation with those mountains was ruined—he had to evacuate as soon as possible.
靠这几座山来提升名气的计划要泡汤了，得尽快撤离。
As he pondered, a figure rushed out onto the wide path formed by several wooden houses.
思索间，几栋木屋形成的宽敞走道上跑来道人影。
“Captain Zijian.”
“子间队长。”
Zhou Liren stopped in front of Yang Zicang in a panic. He glanced at the messenger beside him, who took the hint and excused himself, heading somewhere else.
周立仁慌慌张张停在杨子藏身前。他看了眼身旁那报信之人，这人识趣的告辞，暂时去到远处。
“What’s the rush?”
“什么事这么慌张。”
“It’s Wuying,” Zhou Liren said anxiously to Yang Zicang.
“是无影。”周立仁对着杨子藏焦急的道。