Strangely, compared to the fierceness of the day, the night of Nata was quiet, and the whirlwind that suddenly went north and then south died down, and it made people feel a little empty. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The air is fresh. Because there is no wind, the air of the star itself in the distance cannot squeeze in, and the whole town is shrouded in the protection of the air manufacturing plant, which makes people feel calm.

No matter how much blood and tears there is during the day, at least at night, people can get a good night's sleep.

The town's above-ground complex is small. Even though the night was dark, the group soon arrived at the door of the old smoker's house. A little further on is the air manufacturing plant. Ellie waited for them at the door, telling her father that the old smoking gun was weak, but that he was stable. In addition, Liang Chong never came back once.

Her father bowed her head and told Elle to hurry back, while she and the others continued on their way, soon arriving at the air factory.

It's no longer dark outside the factory. There was a small lamp perched in the corner of the courtyard wall, shivering brightly. It is said that this is a landmark lamp for the Zerg, and if they attack in the middle of the night, this small lamp will remind them not to damage the place so that they can have a steady supply of food in the future.

During the day, when the father and they came, the lamp was broken. It seems that the Natarians rushed to install it before dark.

"Shall we go in?" Alan asked his father.

Lange raised his head and barely observed the building in the dim light. “…… I don't think it's useful for us to come here. ”

They basically checked during the day. What else can you find in this black light?

Besides, they've all been here once during the day. If it was really done by someone in the town who had a brain in the water, would he have ventured back?

My father circled around the factory and pressed his index finger to his lips as he returned to the crowd.

Everyone immediately closed their lips, like river mussels.

My father pointed to the back wall of the factory. Alan immediately touched it quietly, his steps as light as a cat. Then he shrunk and curled up, merging with the darkness.

Then the father led Roy and Lange to open the door, and walked in with the same swagger as when they came during the day.

"It's the same here as it was during the day." Lange said.

He wasn't lying. The sand and dust that blew into the yard was like a lake in the wind, because there was no wind, and the rippling ripples were fixed there, and there was not a single footprint on it. Not a single one.

Looking ahead, the electronic lock of the factory gate is also in its original position, and even the crooked angle is exactly the same as when it came during the day. No one could have touched it at all.

The linoleum cloth next to it is not exactly the same as the last time I came. But it was a soft cloth, and it wasn't like the cement was smeared on the raw material box and dried, so how could there be no change at all.

However, my father silently pointed to the pile of ingredients.

Then he led Roy through the courtyard to the factory gate.

Lange stayed where he was, silent. If you don't see, but by hearing, it's impossible to detect that he's stopped here.

"We can get in this time." Roy asked.

She fell asleep when she returned to the hotel during the day and woke up to find her father just in time for his return to the house. Her father's explanation to her was that she had gone to see the mayor. I guess I was asking if I could get through this door.

But why didn't the mayor come along? Her father is just visiting friends, okay. What's the deal with putting the blame on the father.

Roy thought to himself, his eyes watching his father open the door.

There was a bang, and the door lock was ripped off. My father opened the door and lit the small lamp, and the small factory was immediately enveloped in a warm orange light.

To Roy, the air-making machine was like a giant copper coil with a pedestal underneath and several tubes on it, which stood up like Medusa's hair, posed in various poses, and then all went up and through the wooden roof. Soon, Roy found more pipes, like tree roots digging deep into the dirt at the bottom of the machine.

Some of these tubes are responsible for absorbing the toxic air from Natastar as one of the raw materials, while others are responsible for transporting breathable air through. Among them, there is the air of the Nata star itself that has been filtered and purified, and more of it is the gas catalyzed by these airs, which is generated from raw materials.

The machine was making a low humming sound, it was smooth, and it was clearly working well. The father looked at the doorway and walked in. Roy was not far behind.

However, Roy's feet were still in the air, and there was a commotion behind him, followed by a loud cry from Lange and a whoop ripped something off.

Roy hurriedly looked back. Lange clutched the linoleum cloth used to cover the raw material and grabbed a dark shadow that quickly climbed the wall. The lights were too dim to see what it was.

Is that the one who started it?!

"I almost caught him!" Lange shouted in disgust. In front of him was a box of expensive materials.

Roy's eyes were still chasing the shadow. Although the dark shadow had long since disappeared without a trace, its movements were deeply imprinted on Roy's retina and played over and over again in her mind.

It's a little smaller than an adult, but it's the size of a human teenager. In that shocking glance, Roy felt that he recognized the head and body of a human being, but the movements of his hands and feet can be said to be agile, but it can also be said to be weird, if it is a zerg, it is completely possible!

Could it be that the Zerg are really hiding in the town, waiting for an opportunity to feed?!

But before she could come up with an answer, her father behind her suddenly pushed her away, strode around the factory, and walked towards the back of the factory. Before he could reach the gap between the factory and the courtyard wall, which was about a person's width, Alan outside suddenly sighed.

"Come, come! I got him! ”

Lange and Roy hurriedly ran towards the gate.

The father climbed the wall of the hospital wall, propped his hands on, and went out of the courtyard, and then reached out and grabbed Alan by the collar of the man, who had twisted him, and lifted him up like a kitten.

Roy and Lange came running out of breath. And he saw that the man was with his feet off the ground. In the hands of his father, he opened his teeth and claws, but unfortunately there was no use for his eggs at all. If it was really a cat, maybe my father would have been afraid of its sharp claws, but now my father was indifferent, and the fingers of his other hand reached under the man's helmet, and with a little force, he tore the man's helmet off.

Alan, who had risen from the ground, gasped for breath as he shone his flashlight directly into the man's eyes.

To be honest, Roy wasn't so surprised when he saw that face.

Liang Chong closed his eyes tightly, raised his arms to protect his face, and shouted while blocking the dazzling light: "Let me go!" (To be continued.) )