Thomson patted Fengsheng on the shoulder and said triumphantly: "Everything is OK with you, I still know you." ”

"Mr. Thomson, you said you know me, don't you?" said Feng Sheng had a puzzled look on his face.

"Haha, yes, actually, a few years ago, I had already arranged for someone to collect all the information of the Wind Whisper Professor and conduct a systematic analysis, including you, the butler," Thomson raised his eyebrows, "However, what I didn't expect was that you actually didn't like him, and even wanted to kill him, which is really incredible." ”

"The professor is a dead brain, and I don't want to die like him, so I choose to be on Mr. Thomson's side. The wind flattered.

"You're smarter and more flexible than I ever imagined, and I like it!" Thomson complimented. He walked back to his backpack, unzipped it, and took out a test tube wrapped in a silver metal hood, which contained an ivory-black liquid.

Thomson took the test tube in his hand, walked over to the wind, and handed it to him.

"You demon, you still have it?" Professor Wind roared, his hands shaking with anger.

Thomson ignored Professor Wind's reaction and continued:

"The sound of the wind, this is the 'God of Darkness', it can quickly gather energy in the dark world---- a kind of energy called 'ink energy', when the 'ink energy' reaches a certain equivalent, it will emit a dazzling light, replacing the current sun. The test tube in your hand is not an ordinary test tube, it is a divine liquid. If we have it, we have the future of the world, you know?"

After hearing Thomson's words, Fengsheng's hand shook, as if it had been burned, and he almost dropped the test tube. He took it to his eyes and looked at it repeatedly, as if he were holding a treasure.

Thomson took back the test tube and said: "Now, our top priority is to find the key, and destroy it, without this 'anchor needle', so that the world has entered an irreversible state, a state of accelerated climate collapse, and after the destruction of this earth, we will assume the heavy responsibility of the earth's rebirth, which is a God-given duty, a glorious cause." He drew a cross on his chest and looked reverent.

Thomson put away the test tube, opened the note again, put it flat on the palm of his hand, and with his other hand, reached into his arms, and pulled out an instrument similar to a pocket watch. He looked at the road map on the paper, and then held the instrument up in the air, and said something in his mouth, as if he was doing a quick calculation.

Then, Thomson stared fixedly in a certain direction, and then, with a gesture of his hand, he shouted: "This is it, go ahead from here, pass an oak forest, wade through two kilometers of marshland, and cross a small river, and you will see a holy mountain hidden in the rainforest, climb the holy mountain, and you will find the key, so good." ”

After hearing this, Forrest Gump's face was full of admiration, looked up into Thomson's eyes, and kept nodding, like a kowtow worm.

Thomson put away the drawings and waved his hand, "Let's go!"

The three of them carried their luggage on their backs, and under the guidance of Thomson, they took Professor Feng and followed the route indicated on the drawings, bypassing the woods and going straight.

Professor Feng walked among the three, and the development of things was beyond his comprehension. Until now, he still couldn't believe the words of the rumor, although he had always had a trace of doubt about the rumor, but as the only person he got along with and trusted, this doubt was fleeting. At this time, disappointment and frustration almost crushed him, and the words just now were like sharp arrows, arrows pierced the heart, thousands of holes, and holes wept blood, making him feel the taste of betrayal.

Professor Feng remembered that one day five years ago, a middle-aged man of medium stature, thin and gray hair, knocked on the door of his office in Berlin, Germany, who, like himself, had brown skin, deep eyes, and a helpless expression.

According to the visitor, he came from a small town in Bavaria----- that is, where Wind Whisper lived when he was a child, and he played with Wind Whisper when he was a child, and they belonged to the 'Wind Division' of the same clan. As he spoke, the eye sockets of the person who came were red, and a few tears slipped down, and then said, some time ago, the town was suddenly attacked by the plague, and most of the people were infected with the epidemic and lost their lives, and the people of the wind department were left with him, and he heard that the words of the wind were already famous meteorologists, so he inquired in many ways, came from afar, and ran to him. After speaking, the person who came covered his cheeks with his hands and sobbed constantly, desperate.

At that time, the career of Wind Whisper was thriving and became internationally famous, but he never forgot his identity and the mission to find and save the Wind Department and the Canyon, so he did not form a family and devoted his energy to his career. Since the person who came was the only descendant of the wind department that survived outside the canyon, and there was nowhere to vote, the word of the wind gave the person a new name----- the sound of the wind, which means that he could hear the voice of hope for the wind department and find the message of hope. Since then, Fengsheng, as his butler, has been following him, doing his best, working hard, and without any mistakes. As his only relative outside of the canyon, he also has great trust in the wind and almost does not hide any information from the wind sound, except for the research results.

At this time, Professor Feng still had expectations, that is, everything Fengsheng did was an expedient measure, and he had no intention of harming himself, what he said was all lies, all used to deceive Thomson, and he was still the same Fengsheng.

Professor Feng glanced at the wind, who was whispering to Thomson, nodding his head in agreement, occasionally whispering his opinion, as if they had known each other for a long time.

About an hour later, blood blisters appeared on the soles of the four of their feet, and the clothes on their bodies were clinging to their bodies. Forrest Gump leaned against a tree, constantly crying out in pain, grinning and humming. Professor Feng simply squatted on the ground, no longer standing up, his hands stroking his red and swollen heels.

Seeing this, Thomson turned his head, walked to the tree, kicked Forrest Gump hard, and said, "Stupid, get up, don't miss a big deal, otherwise, my gun is not vegetarian." ”

Then, Thomson shouted to the wind: "Go, pick the professor up, and keep going, I have seen the light, I have seen hope, no one will try to stop me, hum." He snorted coldly twice, his eyes showed a fierce light, and the short-barreled gun in his hand was checked.

Feng Sheng hurriedly walked over to Professor Feng, crouched down, and reached out to grab his arm, trying to pull him up.

Professor Feng "cut", shook Fengsheng's hand in disgust, and slowly got up himself, his eyes full of disdain.

Facing the hot and humid wind of the rainforest, along a muddy ditch, the four of them continued on their way.

I don't know how long they walked, but in Thomson's shouting, they finally walked out of the ditch and stepped on the thorny hillside, the sounds of various animals were constantly heard around, and the air was filled with a strong fishy smell, and the sky gradually turned white, Thomson put away his flashlight, put his hands on his waist, put his hands on the pergola, and looked into the distance.

With the help of the faint light of day, he rested the drawing on a stone, spread it out, and stroked his fingers on it, following the line, all the way down, muttering quietly as he looked at the drawing.

"It's a bit strange, it's a swamp not far away, you have to pass through it to move on, obviously next to the swamp, there is a road along the hillside, why is the route marked on the drawing but a path in the middle of the swamp, isn't this scientific?" Thomson turned his head to look at Professor Feng leaning against the rocks, and shouted: "Old fellow, tell me, why did you choose the path from the middle of the swamp instead of the mountain road next to it, the swamp is full of dangers, this is not logical." ”

Professor Feng narrowed his eyes, listened to Thomson's words, and immediately opened his eyes wide, which was frighteningly large, and his mouth opened slightly, and then he closed his eyes and tightened his mouth.

Under Thomson's repeated questioning, Professor Feng replied indifferently, "I forgot everything." Then he kept silent, like a wooden man.

Seeing Thomson muttering to the drawings, the wind came from a distance, his face was a little nervous, he glanced at the drawings and said: "Mr. Thomson, don't ask Professor Feng, he must have his reasons for choosing this way, and besides, he will never tell you why, can he know that you can get this drawing?"

After hearing this, Thomson nodded, "Well, the wind, what you said makes sense, let's follow the route on the drawing, OK!"

They crossed the hillside and followed the misty path, through weeds and shrubs.

After a while, we came to the edge of the swamp, and it was muddy. In the dim skylight, they could faintly see that under the shallow surface of the water, there was a slurry-like silt, and there were blisters on the water surface, and the rich smell of mud and rotten eggs drifted into everyone's nostrils, making people sick, and in the distance, many reed-like plants were erected, like black spears, and occasionally water birds were startled, skimming the water, making a "whoosh" sound.

If you look closely, there is indeed a small path in this misty swamp, which goes deep into the mire, hidden in the distance, narrow enough for only one person to walk, and on both sides is overgrown with weeds and muddy water.

Thomson broke a branch, walked to the path, reached out, plunged the branch straight into the muddy water, and with a little force downward, the branch actually didn't enter it, which was really shocking.

Thomson walked back to shore and glanced at the wind.

Fengsheng's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly said: "It's best to let Forrest Gump go to the front, he is young and flexible, he can explore the way for us, and besides, his eyes are good, it must be fine." ”