Three days later, on the morning, a Volkswagen sedan stopped in front of a villa in the forest, and a young man in a suit stepped out of the driver's seat, bowed down and opened the back door, and said, "It's here, Mr. Feng." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Feng Jing had already woken up, his eyes staring straight at the roof of the car, but he didn't know that the car had stopped.

Yes, he was thinking about something, two days ago.

Feng Jing followed Lieutenant He to the innermost layer of the "cauldron lid", but there was nothing in it that surprised him, except for a black hole with a diameter of nearly a thousand meters, a walkway and an unknown measuring instrument on it. If there is anything special, it is the big black hole, black and mushy, blacker than thick ink, no light can shine into it, no halo can be seen.

On the second day of surveying the terrain, Feng Jing took five iron boxes and four people into a secret room on the inner floor of the "cauldron lid", and then returned to the grove on the edge of the village to continue sleeping for him. He knew that his every move was under surveillance, so he chose to do nothing.

Until last night, when everything was over, Feng Jing entered the "cauldron lid" and brought the four of them out one by one. However, the five iron boxes were missing, and he was wrong.

He thought that the lone eagle, like the military, wanted to detect the big black hole, but he was wrong, when he took the four people out of the "cauldron lid".

What the hell is the lone eagle going to do? What exactly is a big black hole?

These two questions have been bothering him, and he can't get answers, even if he thinks about it all night, falls asleep unconsciously, and continues to think when he wakes up. It wasn't until the young man opened the car door and whispered to him that he came to his senses, and it turned out that he had come to the depths of a forest.

"What is this place?" Feng Jing looked around and asked.

After Feng Jing sent the four of them back to the village from the "cauldron lid" last night, Lone Eagle promised to send Lin Xiaomin back, but he refused, and he wanted to run in person. There are three reasons for this, one is that he doesn't want to alarm her and make her run hard; second, he hates it and wants to leave; The third is that if Lin Xiaomin comes here, what is the difference between it and the original? It's just a different place to be imprisoned.

Where have you been? Feng Jing didn't know, all he knew was that the car drove out of the village last night, then kept driving east, and finally fell asleep comfortably in the bumps, until he woke up, the car was still moving, but he didn't know which direction it was going.

"Mr. Feng, this is a suburb of Donghai City...... Forest. ”

The young man who spoke looked a few years older than Feng Jing, and he was very sturdy, but he spoke very politely, as if he was showing his cunning tricks.

"Forest?" Feng Jing raised his head, looked at the three-story building in front of him, and repeated the two words of the young man's accent.

"Yes, the forest." The young man showed a weird smile, then put on a posture of invitation, and said, "Mr. Feng, please, Miss Lin shouldn't have gotten up yet." ”

"Oh."

Feng Jing glanced at the young man, he was not used to others calling him Mr. Feng, but he was very comfortable, he smiled slightly, raised his eyes and didn't look at the villa again, and walked inside. However, the young man stood at the gate and did not follow.

Feng Jing stopped, looked back at the young man who was bowing, and said, "Aren't you together?" ”

"No, Mr. Feng, you're free." The young man's face showed a light smile, but compared to that sentence, it was so ironic.

"Hehe, I'm free?" Feng Jing pointed at himself mockingly, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Yes, Mr. Feng, you are completely free before the war comes." As he finished saying this, the smile on the young man's face froze, followed by a stiff voice, "After the outbreak of war, be sure to come back and report for duty." ”

"War, what war?"

Feng Jing's face was full of doubts, but the young man did not answer, turned around and walked towards the car outside, every step was very steady, as if it was a provocation.

Although Feng Jing is lazy, he also has the advantage of being lazy, that is, he can't figure it out, he won't go to the tip of the bull's horns, he can't get along with himself, Xu Aiyi's matter is like this, and the same is true of Lone Eagle's matter, and the same is true about the war, besides, the war has something to do with him? All he knew, and what he was going to do, was to walk into the house and learn about Xu Aiyi's recent situation from Lin Xiaomin's mouth.

The house was unguarded inside and outside, quiet and peaceful, as if it were a haunted house nestled in the forest, with a terrifying color. Feng Jing walked into the room with caution and fear.

The furnishings in the room are very luxurious, exactly the same as what he saw on TV, there is a leather sofa in the main hall, and the tea table and TV in front of it are very neat and clean, and spacious, giving people a sense of luxury and style.

Feng Jing leaned lightly on the sofa, tilted his head slightly, as if thinking about something, but I don't know how long it took, he fell asleep in a daze. Oh, yes! He was tired, for some reason, he always felt tired, he wanted to sleep, maybe - he was tired.

Click, the door opened, and an unkempt girl walked out, scratching the back of her head with her right hand, yawning and muttering, "What time is it?" ”

"You're awake." Feng Jing was awakened by the sound of the girl opening the door, blinked his eyes, looked at the person in front of him and said.

"Feng Jing?"

The girl immediately had her spirits, and looked at the man on the sofa in a daze, looking confused.

"Well, what's wrong?"

With a bang, the door slammed shut, and by the time it was opened again, the girl had changed, and youth and charm were revealed in her face.

"What about them?" Lin Xiaomin pretended that nothing had happened, and looked around as if he was looking for something.

"Maybe let's go!" Feng Jing didn't turn his head, looked out the window, and said leisurely.

"When did you come?"

"Earlier."

"Hmm......" Lin Xiaomin was speechless by Feng Jing's sadness, rolled his eyes and said, "You must not have eaten breakfast, I'll make you something to eat." ”

"yes, okay." Feng Jing turned his head, looked at Lin Xiaomin with a tense face, nodded, and didn't ask what he wanted to ask in his heart.

Lin Xiaomin lowered his head slightly, then went to the kitchen to tinker, leaving Feng Jing alone in the living room, leaning quietly on the sofa, looking at the ceiling intently, and slowly entering into contemplation. I don't know how long later, he fell asleep again, and when he woke up again, Lin Xiaomin had already put breakfast on the coffee table, staring at him with confused eyes.

"So fast." He grinned, smiled at her, sat up, took the egg boiled noodles on the coffee table, and ate them with his mouth open, as if they were relatives who knew each other well.

"I'm sorry, I ......"

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