There was a strong smell of corpses in the watchtower, which could only be emitted by corpses that had been left for more than three days.

Mu Yang strode into the watchtower, and with the automatic closing of the iron door behind him, the inside of the door and the outside of the door were separated into two completely different worlds.

People are afraid of the dark and the unknown. It is because of hundreds of millions of years of genetic inheritance, in the dark, people are more likely to be attacked by unknown things.

The watchtower's energy source has run dry. There are no lights, no devices that can shine light.

The temperature inside the tower is even lower to the point of making people tremble.

Mu Yang took off his coat with his hand, wrapped the muzzle of the light machine gun, and fired at the void for a fraction of a second. At that moment, the cloak burned automatically, illuminating the darkness around it.

He used a machine gun to provoke a burning coat and used it as a torch.

Now he is on the first floor of the belvedere. At the entrance and at the staircase leading to the second floor, approximately ten corpses in military uniforms lay horizontally.

These people should all be soldiers originally stationed here.

Mu Yang stepped forward, stripped off the coat of a corpse, and quickly found its fatal wound.

Gunshot wound. Pocket pistol of 7.66mm caliber.

He frowned, rummaging through dozens of corpses, all with the same muzzle.

"It's not common sense......"

There is no doubt that these people were not killed by the rioting ancient robots.

The shortest of the ancient mechs was also over three meters. And the entrance to the watchtower is only two meters high. If they do, they will definitely break down the gate and damage the building before killing people.

But the entrance door was intact.

Nor will the cyborg use such a small-caliber gun.

"Could it be that the defeat in the Battle of St. Fortt was another culprit?"

Mu Yang looked at the corpse lying on the ground in front of him and fell into deep thought.

The simulated battlefield is not artificially set, but is immediately selected from tens of thousands of black boxes that record human battles as a test. And maybe, this time he made a mistake and was about to expose a shady curtain in human military history.

However, it is difficult to deduce at the moment, anything can happen on the battlefield. Mu Yang had also read about cases in which a group of soldiers who had been suppressed for too long on the Hundred Miles Column satellite finally went insane, shot at each other with weapons, and testified unanimously in the subsequent military court that they had been attacked by aliens.

Mu Yang raised the torch in his hand and continued to move towards the second floor.

The room on the second floor was one-third the size of the first floor, and there were several corpses lying on the floor. Only this time the difference is that the deceased was not dressed in a military uniform but in a white tunic instead.

It's like ...... Doctors or researchers in general.

Mu Yang checked their deaths one by one, and the fatal wounds included gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and because of severe decay, there were wounds that Mu Yang couldn't eat.

The second floor is more sealed, and the smell of corpses here is getting stronger and stronger.

Mu Yang walked to the writing desk, and the papers scattered all over the place were stained with blood. It looks like someone wanted to take the documents with them when they evacuated here, but for various reasons, some of them were left here.

He wiped the dust and frost off his desk with his fingers, and suddenly, in surprise, let out a soft sigh.

At the bottom of the desk, a knife was used to engrave a shallow line of text, scribbled, which should have been carved casually in an emergency.

In this light, it is difficult to see after floating in dust. If it weren't for Mu Yang's good luck, he would have been directly ignored by him.

The text is soft and rigid, curved and straight. It's not a universal language, and it's not any language ever taught in school.

"Yes...... Russian? ”

In an unnamed watchtower on the St. Fortt star, why is there a Russian language?

With such a cold text, the only thing anyone can do here is to write down the text, and then return to the home planet to use the translation equipment to find out the meaning.

But it just so happened that Mu Yang happened to know a little bit about Russian.

"Energy...... Witness...... Mankind...... Not the only ......"

It's been a long time since I've touched Russian. Mu Yang's translation also stammered, skipping several rare words in a row.

"Robot...... Mankind...... Civilization...... Betrayer ......"

"Be careful...... Mole ......"

All the statements point to the end-

Mu Yang's gaze fell on the last word.

It's a jerky word. Although Mu Yang is not proficient in Russian, he can be sure that the word does not exist in Russian.

If you have to translate......

"That's ...... Star Saint. ”

In Russian, before the death of this group of researchers, they are called the existence of the Star Saint!

Star Saint, what is that? A weapon, a source of energy, the code name of a group of people, or a new species, a new race, or even a new civilization found on this planet?

In the cold air, Mu Yang couldn't help but shudder.

None of this is known. The Russian language came to an abrupt end here.

Mu Yang checked the other parts of the desk, and no more hints were inscribed.

He picked up the documents on the ground, all written in Russian, about the jerky and complex internal structure of the machine. After reading the two photos, Mu Yang knew that these things had no value - nothing more than analyzing and recording the structure of those ancient robots outside.

What's the use of recording more? Didn't these robots finally get out of control?

Mu Yang carried a torch and continued to move towards the third floor.

There were only two bodies on the third floor. A small amount of weapons and food were also stored.

Mu Yang checked it, but found that some of the food had been opened, and the dust on some of the weapons had also been shaken off.

"All the bodies here died three days ago. Then it should be the people who have moved this batch of supplies......"

Mu Yang's thoughts were surging in his heart, and he pretended that nothing had happened on the surface. Picking up the burning cloak, he continued to walk towards the fourth floor.

At that moment, he heard the faint, vague sound of breathing coming from the fourth floor.

"Sure enough......" Mu Yang sneered in his heart.

Someone came to the fourth floor one step earlier, and he carried a bright torch, and the footsteps made when he walked around could not have been noticed by those on the fourth floor.

However, the other party not only did not take the initiative to go downstairs to check, but deliberately lowered his breathing and movement, wanting to create the illusion that "there is no one on the fourth floor".

Someone wanted to ambush themselves on the fourth floor.

That's hilarious. When Muyang was in the Dragon Academy before, people gave him the title of "Old Yin Bi". What he does best is ambushes. There has always been only the reason for him to ambush others, and if he doesn't take the initiative, it's good, but there are still people who want to ambush him?

Mu Yang stood the torch at the top of the stairs, making the illusion that he was standing there and hesitating.

He reflexively turned to the stairs and picked up a corpse lying on the ground.

The next step is to return the same way silently.

Holding the unknown corpse in one hand and a torch in the other, Mu Yang stepped step by step on the stairs leading to the fourth floor.