After the little doctor said that, the boat they were on suddenly touched something.

Everyone in the cabin shook violently.

"What's wrong, did you hit the rocks?" Duanyang grabbed Lin Chen's hand and turned back into the little doctor who was easily nervous in a second.

"Probably not."

The sound of the motor stopped, the footsteps above their heads were clearly audible, and everyone was silent.

Suddenly, the piercing sound of a percussion drill sounded on the overhead deck, and in the dark space, the sound seemed to hit everyone's heavenly spirit cover, and the stowaways shrank back into the corner in fright. Duanyang subconsciously raised his head, and Lin Chen said, "Close your eyes." ”

The next moment there was a sound of kera, the planks opened, and the bright light of the sky poured down over their heads.

The sudden light after more than ten hours of darkness made Lin Chen's eyes sting, he covered his eyes, and heard someone walking down the deck from the cabin.

"Wake up, get off the boat." The visitor shouted in a long tone.

He barely opened his eyes, only to see someone holding a gun, kicking the middle-aged man who had passed away, and there was no reaction at his feet, the man stretched out his hand again, wanting to slap the middle-aged man twice to see if he could wake people up, but was hugged by the frightened villagers.

"Please, save my brother, maybe my brother will be saved!"

"What, really dead?" The gunman probed the middle-aged man's snort, then pressed the middle-aged man's neck again, and suddenly withdrew his hand: "Damn, it's really dead, bad luck." ”

There was no emotion in his tone other than impatience, more like he was lamenting the sale of animals that had died young, rather than some living person.

Someone in the cabin began to sobble again, but the voice was so low that no one even dared to ask: Why are you doing this to us!

Any question is stupid at this point, and the smell of death spreads like a virus.

Someone else descended from the deck into the cabin, dressed in a green loose military uniform with epaulettes buttoned haphazardly. He kicked the middle-aged man on the ground again, cursed something, bent down hard, and carried him on his shoulder. The relatives of the middle-aged man knelt beside the corpse and wailed, but someone knocked on the shoulder with the butt of a gun, telling him to hurry up and follow the large army.

Lin Chen deliberately left behind with Duanyang, and the villager with red eyes and dark skin stumbled to them, sobbing and said, "My brother's life is too hard, why is he involved in such a thing." ”

The salty, wet and bright sea breeze slowly poured in, and Lin Chen felt himself being pushed to his feet and followed up to the deck.

Sure enough, the boat had already docked, and when I looked around, there was a long coastline on one side, and blue to transparent water on the other, and the seagulls in the sky were pure white, like some expensive resort island. But apparently, the dilapidated military vehicles and blockades on the distant coast and the sergeants lazily basking in the sun told him that this was not a resort island. In their neighboring country, Sinni did have a rebellion for more than ten years, and idle rebels occupied a small area of the island from south to north, but for many reasons, Xinni was slow to break through here. It turned out that they had arrived at Li Jingtian's hometown, Lin Chen looked at the dark and blackened reef in front of him, and sneered.

The villager had been chattering behind them, and suddenly, Lin Chen stopped: "What did you just say?" ”

"I ...... I didn't say anything, huh? ”

At this time, Duanyang also asked: "You said, the uncle just now, his parents have passed away a long time ago?" ”

"Yes, I passed away a long time ago, my poor brother, probably sick and confused, and thought my second uncle and aunt were here."

Hearing this, Duanyang seemed to think of something, put his hand into his pants pocket, and grabbed Lin Chen. The starboard side of the deck was a little noisy, the corpse of the middle-aged man was exposed on the deck, and two fisherman-like people spread out a large net and wrapped the corpse from head to tail, and they pulled the head and the foot of one of them, and threw it into the sea at will. Seeing this, Lin Chen felt that he had some tinnitus, he could barely hear those howling and crying, but he was deeply impressed by the moment when the body was thrown into the sea.

Stones were tied to the nets, wrapped around the soulless body, drawing a parabola in the air and sinking straight into the water.

Everyone on the boat looked towards the place where the body was dumped, and at this moment, Duanyang took his hand.

"Consultant Lin, do you know that it only takes a simple operation to save that uncle."

This sentence is a little inexplicable, and what is even more inexplicable is Duanyang's movements.

He looked at the young man, who grinned at him with a wry grin. After speaking, Duanyang let go of his hand and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

Lin Chen was terrified, and there was a tiny and warm ring in his palm, which Duanyang took the opportunity to speak, and quietly handed it over.

In front of the public, Lin Chen didn't dare to look at that kind of thing at all, the ghost knew what Duanyang suddenly handed over. Taking advantage of the opportunity to line up to go ashore, he and Duanyang fell last again.

"What's that?"

"I don't know, I just found it in my pocket."

"Is it your thing?"

"I don't remember having this in my pocket, it's probably the dead uncle who quietly stuffed it before he died."

"How do you know?"

"I remember that when my uncle said about his parents, he seemed to put his hand in my pants pocket. What do you think this is, Consultant Lin? ”

Duanyang asked him.

Lin Chen thought how could I know what this was, even if I was kidnapped, I could still meet a stowaway who died suddenly in the cabin, and what was even more strange was that the stowaway told a lie before he died, and quietly stuffed a ring-like round iron ring into your bag, the key is that you also gave me something, how can I hit any?

"Aren't you a psychologist, can't you speculate on that uncle's dying mentality?"

Lin Chen felt that his temper might not have been very good since he left, otherwise he shouldn't have been as impatient as he was now when he heard Duanyang say this: "I'm not a fortune teller. ”

"But ......"

"You treat it as a stowaway with a deranged memory on his deathbed, who gave you his family heirloom."

"But you know that's not the case, uncle...... That uncle is weird. ”

"What's the strange?"

"Gastric perforation is not a common disease on ocean voyages, how could he suddenly have a gastric perforation?" Duanyang muttered.

"Stowaways, stomach perforations, why is it not common?" Lin Chen asked rhetorically.

Duanyang frowned, lowered his voice and leaned into his ear and said, "You said that he had a poisonous substance in his stomach, or that he swallowed some hard object before he set off, which caused his stomach to perforate?" ”

"I don't know, it's your judgment as a doctor, but it shouldn't be a poison."

"Why?"

"Do you think that the smugglers with this kind of route still need to smuggle drugs through human flesh?"

"You've already guessed it!" Duanyang looked at him depressedly.

"A person who remembers to leave you a clue before he dies, mixed with the stowaways, and is not a drug dealer, who is that?"

"It can't be an undercover agent."

Duanyang's voice was a little loud, Lin Chen couldn't help but kick his calf, the young man staggered, and suddenly there was a strange look in his eyes: "What did he give me?" ”

"At this size, it's either an heirloom or a positioning device." Lin Chen held the ring tightly in his hand, "This is just speculation, mainly to give you a little confidence in living." Don't tell anyone about it, but luckily he sneaks it into your pocket, and if it's given to you in the open, are you going to shout until the whole world knows? ”

As they spoke, they had been taken to the shore-like customs office, but it was more like the oldest human trafficking transit station in the 18th and 19th centuries than the customs. There are a few wooden tables in the small two-story building by the sea, and office workers with their feet cocked sit at the tables, and on the ceiling, electric fans are blowing and blowing. The room was crowded with stowaways from all directions, men and women, and even people who looked like obvious beggars. The office workers checked everyone as if they were animals, and the cries and revolts were endless. They undressed the women, pinched their breasts hard, and bargained with the snakeheads.

After the deal is concluded, the office staff takes out a stamp and knocks it on their "goods", sometimes on the face, sometimes on the back of their hands, to indicate ownership.

Lin Chen and Duanyang were taken out separately and sent to a table in the corner. There were python and cheetah flags on the table, and the office worker was sleeping on the table.

The person who escorted them woke up the office staff and communicated in an unknown language for a long time, when suddenly, the office staff nodded, picked up the seal on the table, and knocked on the back of their hands.

Duanyang rubbed the seal of the python and cheetah pattern on his hand vigorously, only to find that the thing couldn't be rubbed off at all, he said to Lin Chen with a sad face: "Consultant Lin, we have become pork in the meat factory." ”

"Well, it's still the quarantine one."

"Don't laugh."

They were taken out of the small building alone and ended up at a dilapidated military airfield.

There was a transport helicopter with rusty wings waiting there, but instead of a yellow-faced and skinny smuggler, there was a group of heavily armed mercenaries sitting there, their eyes sharp, raising their chins to examine Lin Chen and them. Obviously, they will be transported to an unknown place along with these mercenaries.

This shows two things: first, the place where they are going is very unsafe; Second, their captors wanted them to reach their destination as soon as possible, so they opted for helicopter transportation, which is more expensive than sea freight.

Lin Chen looked at Duanyang's face, I am afraid that this young doctor, who covered his mouth and nose and was very dissatisfied with the air in the cabin, did not know what terrible situation he had fallen into.

He looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, put the relic of the middle-aged man who had not left any name on his index finger, and finally fell on the blue stamp on the back of his hand.

……

Just as Lin Chen searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, thinking about the meaning of the python and cheetah patterns on the back of his hands, the torturer was stepping on a tree stump, holding a telescope, and coldly looking at the arrogant golden banner of Zaratu in the distance.

The python wrapped around the cheetah symbolizes Zarathu's ambition to swallow elephants, but that's not the point, the point is that all the entrances and exits around the mine are heavily guarded, and it doesn't look like the legend has been abandoned for a long time.

In the distance, smoke and dust are everywhere, and the low-rise cement factories are in patches, some of which have collapsed in half, revealing the rusty tower cranes inside. There are still some people in and out of the remaining intact factories. There were even helicopters circling from a distance and landing in the mining area.

Admittedly, the abandonment of the mine is a fact, but the scale of the one-hour vehicle movement here alone suggests that it is not exactly what the intelligence suggests.

"Boss, this ...... Is Zarathu running a secret factory here? Kang An's uneasy voice rang in his ears.

"Are the Gaomen really here? That's the trap you're talking about? What are the Militants of Zarathu driving all the Gaomen here? "This issue belongs to the dynasty.

"Do you think I'm a fortune teller, boss?" Torture Conglian said impatiently.

"Boss Criminal, where are my clansmen, are they dead, why can't I see them?" The bar owner also pulled him and asked.

"There." Xing Conglian stretched out his hand and replied casually pointing to a dilapidated factory in the distance.

Modhanar snatched their binoculars and looked at them for a long time: "It seems that there are a lot of soldiers surrounding that factory, why do you think my people are being locked up there?" ”

"The places we pass along the way have already indicated the route of your people, and they are driven here from east to northwest, and they will inevitably encounter the long-awaited resistance of the Zarathu militants, and since they are blocked, your people will choose to find cover, and if they are not killed, they will enter the factory and take refuge." Torture Conglian said.

"Fuck it, that means Zarathu's gang of bitches are besieging my people, I'm fighting with them!"

After the bar owner finished speaking, he rolled up his cuffs and was about to rush over.

The torturer kicked the person to the ground: "This gentleman, if you go another fifty meters, you will step on the minefield, can you go over and look for death and don't pull Lao Tzu?" ”

The bar owner was so frightened that he hurriedly crawled back.

"Boss, what are we going to do now, Gao Mengren is really trapped in that factory, what the hell is going on?" Dynasty asked.

"Hell knows, it's all here, let's go in and have a look." The convict glanced at Kang An, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. 166 Reading Network