Heavy lead clouds covered the zenith and never dispersed, and beneath them was a thick, endless layer of ice.

But there was also a cold body made of steel on the ice, and that body was firmly fixed in the ice and snow, like a desolate beast that had lost its life. They were three Fuyuan-class heavy cruisers, but now the ocean was no longer a battlefield for them to roam, but a huge and boundless graveyard.

Here is Murmansk, the northernmost ice-free port of the Empire.

There are towering ice walls along the coast. The ice wall maintained the momentum of rolling and slapping towards the land, condensing in mid-air, becoming a natural barrier hundreds of meters high. Those who see the walls may be able to imagine what a thrilling scene it was that day—the waves of the sea, with a roar of avalanche and earth cracking, marching inland, shattering all obstacles along the way. And the heavy cruiser was like a few small leaves in the face of this tremendous force, almost jolting and capsizing.

But at a moment, everything fell silent—some terrible force caused the heat of the world to dissipate abruptly, and in an instant a cloud of snow and ice chips appeared in the air, and the waves that had been rolling forward a moment ago suddenly made a loud noise, turning into thick ice in a second.

So the snow began to fall on the surface of the Arctic Ocean for three days and three nights.

In fact, at this very moment, the Arctic Ocean has disappeared from this world.

The ice sheet of the Arctic extends all the way south to the gateway to the port of Murmansk. The vast expanse of the ocean becomes a huge mound of ice, connecting from the surface to the deepest part of the ocean floor. Together with the countless sea creatures that live in it, it forms the most colorful and thrilling specimen bank in the world.

A man walked onto the deck of the heavy cruiser Fuyuan.

The extreme heat covered the deck with a layer of frost, but the man was thinly dressed and walked calmly, as if walking on a spring day in May.

His face was hidden under the hood of his black robe, like a medieval ascetic, or a magician in some novel. But his hands were bare—he raised his hand and waved it lightly in the air, as if intending to feel something looming in the air.

After a long time, the man put his hand back into his sleeve and let out a long breath. The white mist turns into sharp arrows. It shot straight out of the air before it condensed into snowflakes in the air. Scattered on the deck.

"What the hell are you?" He whispered.

A low roar could be heard in the distance. The ice trembled slightly at the roar, and the layers of snow on the surface bounced up one after another, and then fell again and again, as if another snow had fallen.

So the man walked to the bow of the boat and leaned down slightly. There seems to be something under the ice. And that thing wasn't settled. It desperately wanted to break free. However, the terrible weight made its struggle weak. The force of an entire ocean pressed it firmly to the bottom of the sea, and it never saw the light of day again.

The dull roar had subsided after fifteen minutes, and the man at the bow shook his head slightly. He whispered, "He's coming, you should be happy." ”

No one responded to him, but he continued: "I'm going to say the same thing to you today. Would you like to take me there? ”

The ocean was still silent, except for the fierce wind that swept like knives, splashing a canopy of snowflakes.

"There's no justification for your stubbornness. You should know that even without you, it would only be a matter of time before I find that island—in two or three months I can take a lot of people to the south, and I can spend a year or two looking for it, and you'll have to suffer here for another year or two. He paused, with a hint of a smile in his words, "You are not Sun Wukong, can you still expect a Tang monk to save you from trouble?" ”

"Actually, I can understand the person's thoughts and positions, but I can't understand what you're doing anyway. You're a species, what reason is there to be so stubborn? ”

But the being beneath the ice seemed to have made up its mind not to react any further, and the man's words were drowned in the gale, scattered along with the snow to all parts of the heavens and the earth.

With a heavy sigh, he turned and walked across the empty deck, pulled the door open and walked into the cabin.

It's not very warm in the cabin, but at least the drinks don't freeze compared to the outside.

Two girls sat at the table, each holding a hot drink. These are two white-haired girls with blue eyes. They wore thin white dresses, their slender calves swaying gently in the air, as if they were sipping afternoon tea on a leisurely afternoon.

The man closed the door, removed his hat, and shook the snowflakes off his body.

What was revealed was a strange face. In fact, the contours of this face still belong to humans, and it has common human features. However, there were two thin lines of fiery red in his eyes, and pale golden scales on his face.

He smiled, a row of sharp teeth sliding across the corners of his lips, "How are you feeling today?" ”

The two girls at the table looked up at him and shook their heads slightly uneasily. So the man went over and sat down across from them, took a bottle of vodka on the table, poured himself a full glass, and drank it all.

The smell of alcohol filled the room, and he licked his lips and took another drink. It was a white mug – perhaps a person who was not a good drinker would feel dizzy and dizzy after drinking this vodka, but the man seemed to think it was too small.

He smashed the cup on the ground and grabbed the bottle.

The wine gurgled down the throat. The two girls put the hot drink in their hands on the table and looked at each other uneasily.

The bottle quickly emptied. The man held the empty bottle in his hand and looked directly at the two girls from this end of the table: "So do you remember what your name is?" ”

The girl on the left thought for a moment and whispered, "Beichuan...... Clear. ”

A smile appeared on the man's face and he stroked his palm: "Good, good." So think again...... Have you ever been to an island, a small island in the Pacific Ocean. You and I will go then, and we may have been on the island for a few days......"

The girl shook her head in confusion: "No, I didn't ...... with you"

"My name is Li Zhen!" The man frowned and snorted with wine, "My name is Li Zhen - you and Li Zhen have been on that island for several days, and now you think about it, where is that island??" ”

He was furious. I don't know if it's because of the effect of alcohol, but he tries to squeeze a smile out of his face when he gets angry. But such a smile was a little terrifying with his extraordinarily slender eyes, which had become extraordinarily slender from anger and anxiety, and the two girls couldn't help but shrink back and lean against the back of their chairs.

A piece of frost spread on the tabletop, and the empty bottle in "Li Zhen's" hand made a crisp sound and froze.

He stood up abruptly, leaned over the table, and glared at the two girls, "You still can't remember me?" What is in your head?!! ”

The two girls finally screamed in fear. They bounced up from their chairs like two little beasts, waving their hands in front of them—as if to sweep away all the fear that came their way.

A wall of ice and snow formed in mid-air, and it took only a few seconds for the wall to separate the room in two parts, and the ice edges were still spreading rapidly, soon crawling all over the floor and ceiling of the room.

But the next moment the snow and ice seemed to meet the scorching sun of midsummer, and the room suddenly became hot, the frost disappeared in an instant, and the steaming mist blocked the two girls' vision, and when they could see again, the palms of the two hands choked their throats.

They only had time to let out their first moans before their heads hung limply. The tender and fragile cervical vertebrae snapped in the palms of their hands, and flames climbed up their bodies, and after a few seconds, their bodies turned into two pale ashes, mixed with water vapor and fell to the ground.

The moisture dissipated, and "Li Zhen" sat back in his chair, stared at the ashes on the ground for a while, and then got up and walked to the other end of the room to pick up the phone.

"Send me two more—I want the smartest, I want the smartest."

……

……

"He's got two more." Vivien put down the phone, sighed, and spread her hands.

An Ruosu closed her eyes and sighed like Vivian: "So...... He killed them again? What exactly does he want to do? ”

"I think he's a pervert — maybe a pedophile, maybe a sadist." Vivien frowned as she walked around the room, the soft carpet sucking up her footsteps, "He wasn't like that before. But from then to now...... In just a month, he's killed eight. ”

An Ruosu pursed her lips and didn't make a sound.

In fact, she was not silent because of something like "killing eight little children". What made her unsure was what Vivien had inadvertently referred to as "back then......

Vivien was equally aware of what she had said, and sat down beside her.

The door was pushed open and Froude entered. He smiled and shrugged: "What's wrong?" ”

Vivien only asked him, "How many clones are there in the lab?" ”

Froude raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You don't mean to tell me, that one ......"

He pointed to the north.

Vivien nodded, "He wants two more." ”

"Oh my God." Froude let out a long sigh, "Is he a pervert?" ”

"I'm glad we reached a consensus on this matter." An Ruosu smiled, "Sometimes I even wonder if it's because you are in charge of the cloning lab, and your psionic energy is weakened...... So he always thinks those kids are too stupid? ”

"It's not funny at all." Froude paced a few steps around the room and poured himself another glass of wine, "Now there happen to be only two left." Everything else is still in the embryo, but ......"

He shook the ice cubes from his glass and drank the wine, "But those two are on Christina's side." (To be continued......)