In the training camp, in a factory somewhere, the lights were dim and the cold was cold.

Corpses covered with white cloth lay on the ground, lined up.

In the empty factory, there was a faint echo of sobbing, and more than a dozen Rose Camp students in training clothes leaned against the corner, sobbing in low voices, their faces covered with tears. In the other corner, several men from the Sword Battalion had slightly red eyes and clenched their fists.

On the side, Cao Dingji of the Ministry of Defense, as well as Qiu Mengyue and Wu Zheng, stood in place, their faces were pale, and they were communicating something in a low voice.

Bang.

The heavy iron door of the underground workshop was opened, and Chen Chong's burly and majestic figure walked in, followed by Xi Yulan, whose eyes were red.

"Chen Chong?"

"Teach, instructor......!"

After noticing Chen Chong's arrival, Qiu Mengyue and some of the students with grief-stricken expressions spoke at the same time.

Glancing at Qiu Mengyue and the others in the factory with an expressionless face, Chen Chong didn't say a word, and walked straight towards the neatly placed corpses on the ground.

The area of the factory is not small, but there are many corpses on the ground, and there are at least dozens of them at a cursory glance.

Chen Chong came to the first corpse covered by a white cloth, and uncovered it, revealing a pale, somewhat frightened male face.

This person is the bishop of the Sword Battalion, Zhao Junlie, who was almost killed by Duanmu Qingxuan at that time.

Chen Chong gently covered the white cloth and lifted the second white cloth.

It is still a young man's face, but Chen Chong is more familiar. It was on the spot that led the third team with him, the cynical young instructor, Yu Hang.

Chen Chong's gaze was deep, and he slowly uncovered the third white cloth, and suddenly revealed a delicate, beautiful, but pale face without the slightest blood.

It was the nightingale with whom he had two dewy encounters.

At this moment, the nightingale's eyes were closed, her expression was calm, as if she was asleep, only a little red dotted on the center of her eyebrows, which added a strange beauty to her whole person.

When the nightingale's white cloth was lifted, the crying in the corner was louder, and Chen Chong stared calmly at the woman in front of him who seemed to be asleep, and gently stretched out his hand and stroked the fatal wound at the center of her eyebrows.

This was the first time he had seen this woman again in more than a month.

He didn't expect that the only woman in this world who had a relationship with him would see him again in this way.

"The day you left, the ...... There it appeared. ”

At this time, Qiu Mengyue walked over slowly, her voice cold and low:

"The morning you left, we found that half of the labor dormitory in Dongwai District, half of the floor, thirty-six laborers were killed in silence. ”

"Then the next day, there was the camp of the soldiers of the Ministry of Guards, and the soldiers of an elite battalion died en masse, silently. ”

"And just last night, the Sword Camp, the Rose Camp, the three transcendental-level instructors Zhao Junlie, Yu Hang, and Nightingale, as well as the forty-two new human students, were all ......."

Speaking of this, the boiling anger in Qiu Mengyue's eyes could no longer be suppressed, exuding an astonishing evil aura.

No one could have imagined that the human demons, who had been silent for nearly a month, would reappear and set off such a bloody storm, and hundreds of people would die in just three days!

Chen Chong's eyes drooped, and he said calmly:

"Nightingales aren't weak, and no one found out when something happened?"

Qiu Mengyue sighed and glanced at the instructors and students of the two battalions on the side of the wall:

"The instructors' respective residences are independent, and Zhao Junlie and Yu Hang were killed in their own residences. And Nightingale is said to have moved to the students' dormitory building because he was worried about the accident of the students two days ago, but he didn't expect ......"

"First the ordinary laborers, then the elite soldiers, and finally the new humans, it is a test of the benefits and effects of different goals. ”

At this time, Wu Zheng walked over, his face sank like water, and said slowly:

"In addition, there is extremely bad news. ”

As he spoke, Wu Zheng glanced at the corpses of Zhao Junlie, Nightingale and others with compassion, took a deep breath and said:

"Being able to kill these three senior instructors in an instant, I'm afraid its strength has already entered the realm of the controller. The refuge area has been put on maximum alert, and we must get him out as soon as possible, or ......"

Although Wu Zheng's words were not finished, Qiu Mengyue and Cao Dingji both looked extremely heavy.

In terms of the characteristics of humans and demons, the strength of the second-order controller-level humans and demons is probably far stronger than that of ordinary controllers, and more importantly, if the other party is allowed to grow bigger, the results will be unimaginable!

It's a pity that from the first day of the incident, they immediately launched a registration review of the entire range of new human life fields, and so far they have not found any people with abnormal growth in the life fields.

"Damn it!"

Cao Dingji's tone was uncontrollably impatient:

"In the past three days, the life field review of the war department was carried out day and night, and all the registered personnel were retested, but no clues were found. So how is it hidden? Could it be that it was originally an ordinary person and had never been registered as a new human?"

Although Chen Chong did not conduct the test at the beginning, Cao Dingji also knew that Chen Chong was ordered to go to the Northern Theater by the order of the torture war, so he ruled out suspicion.

But the people and demons are men and women, old and young, and there is still a thick haze and fog, which brings sincere fear and uneasiness to all the high-level leaders.

Qiu Mengyue, Wu Zheng, and Cao Dingji whispered a word, but Chen Chong was expressionless and did not interject.

Unlike everyone else, he naturally knew who did all this.

The main god light ball in his mind vibrated slightly, and Chen Chong muttered to himself silently in his heart in a voice that only he could hear:

"Such a world ......"

"Did you appear on this plane with me just to make me right the world?"

Glancing at the nightingale's cold, sleepy face, Chen Chong gently combed the hair around her ear and pulled the white cloth.

"Teach, instructor ......"

At this time, Xi Yulan and more than a dozen tear-stained female students suddenly raised their heads, choked up and shouted:

"Sister Nightingale, what did they do wrong?"

"Why them?"

"Why?"

"Find the killer ......"

"Please, avenge the Nightingale sister .......!"

Chen Chong's gaze slowly swept over the sad faces in front of him, and said calmly:

"They won't die in vain. ”

Then, Chen Chong stood up indifferently and left under the stunned gaze of Qiu Mengyue and others, leaving only a faint choked and low sobbing sound behind him.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are incompatible, and he only feels noisy when he stays here.

He had more important things to do.