Professor Feng took out a map, spread it on the long coffee table, took out the pencil in his jacket pocket, drew a circle at the southern foot of the Himalayas, and said:

"This is ---- Laika Valley!"

"Laika Valley?" Bai Lotian asked suspiciously, looking down at the circle on the map.

"Yes, this is it, we're going to go here for a scientific expedition. ”

"Why did you choose here?"

"This is the key point of global climate change, which I call the 'Phoenix's Eye', and it plays a role in influencing the whole body, amplifying some of the factors that cause global climate change, in other words, there is a 'catalyst' for climate change. ”

"I kind of understand it, just to figure out this key point, and then twist the bull's nose of climate change, and then, and then prescribe the right medicine, right, professor?"

"That's what happened. Of course, I have other reasons to go to this place, and I will tell you the right opportunity. Professor Feng tilted his head back, leaning back on the back of the couch, his eyes looking at the ceiling, as if he was full of worries.

"Okay, Professor, I'll listen to you. ”

Bai Lotian walked out, he was thin and his back was a little hunched.

"It's hard for this kid!" said to himself as the wind whispered to himself, looking at the back that had disappeared outside the door.

Wind Whisper closed the door, walked into the kitchen, poured a glass of boiling water, walked back to the coffee table, and sat on the sofa, his mind returning to the distant past.

He vaguely remembered that the place where he lived as a child was in a valley with beautiful mountains and mountains, where the climate was warm and humid, there were few natural disasters, the land was fertile and abundant, the crops were lush and abundant, and the livestock were fat and massive, and the white horses were innumerable, the rivers were crystal clear, and the peach blossoms and flowing water were rich and the fish and shrimp were fat.

Later, the snow began to melt in the distant mountains, the fierce cold winds began to invade the canyons, the leaves of the trees began to wither, the fertile soil began to become poor, the rivers began to muddy, the fish and shrimp began to disappear, the plague and disease began to spread, and the smiles on people's faces slowly replaced by sadness.

"Kid, go ahead, find a way to live for the Wind Clan!"

Said an old man with silver hair, his eyes were cloudy, but his gaze was firm, he was hobbling, but he was like a fly, no one knew his age, only from the canyon existed, and here he was.

The same was said by the head of the tribe, his father, an old man dressed in gray, with tears in his eyes, who embraced him in his arms and kissed him on the forehead with his lips.

It was like a dream, and when he woke up, he was already in a small bed, a family in a small town in Bavaria, Germany, close to the mountains and dense forests.

A few years later, he went to Berlin to study, remembering the instructions, and rarely contacted the family in the town, and gradually forgot what the family looked like with only a dozen members, until the wind found him, he was already a meteorologist of great fame, and the wind said that the plague had brought disaster to the family, and that they were the only relatives in the world. He vaguely remembered that there was indeed a man named Fengsheng who had taken care of him in that town.

As a result, Fengsheng became his steward, and he worked tirelessly to provide a good life for himself.

Fengsheng is not only his housekeeper, but also his relatives. Therefore, he would not believe that the wind would betray him anyway, maybe the wind was really scared away, and in order to prove his innocence, he also left a letter to Bai Letian, which is proof.

For the sake of the future and fate of the tribe, he did not start a family, and devoted himself to researching and pondering, bent on finding a solution similar to the cause of the changes in the canyon when he was a child.

It's a pity that he has forgotten that beautiful place---- where he lived when he was a child, and he can only determine the approximate location through the analysis and study of various materials.

Since there is a dream in my heart, since that place is still in my heart, let's go forward and go to the hometown of my dream.

It was dark, night was coming, and everything fell silent, as if plunged into the infinite emptiness.

Just as he stared intently at the door, there was a "squeak", and the door was gently pushed open, and a black figure flickered in, wearing black clothes and a black hood.

The strange man walked into the living room, took off his hood, revealing his gray hair, his facial muscles were stiff and ugly, his eyes were as cold as ice, like a dagger, piercing the words of the wind, and he held a sharp knife in his hand, and the cold light was shining.

The strange man sneered, his face expressionless, raised the sharp knife in his hand, and walked towards the language of the wind.

The words of the wind wanted to shout for help, but it was like a ball of cotton stuffed into his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.