Frankimir, I don't think that the Gulag would be moved out so inexplicably, and the government would not just abolish a Gulag that held more than 100,000 prisoners for no reason. There must be some reason for this, maybe it is caused by those dead bodies in the snow, who have lost their anorectum, or maybe it is not.

In less than a month, a gulag evaporated. This is not a normal phenomenon, let alone an act of the government, if it is for the purpose of adjustment, at least there are still some people left in this place, who are responsible for arranging and dealing with follow-up problems, but now there is no one in this place, as if it has been completely abandoned. It seemed that only the coming of war would lead to such a result, but now it was peacetime, and there was no war on the Soviet land.

"Well, anyway, this side has been abandoned, and while I'd love to know what's going on, we'll have to go back now." Leo said thoughtfully shaking his flashlight.

"He's right, this place is eerie, there must be a lot of ghosts who have died unjustly, and we'd better stay away, especially when the ghosts haunt us at midnight." Before Frankimir could respond to Leo's words, the proprietress immediately agreed with Leo's words.

"No, wouldn't that be better? We'll be here unimpeded, no one will come and organize us, and we'll be able to figure out the truth very quickly. Franky Mill said despite Leo and the hostess's objections.

"Are you really going to go in?" Leo asked timidly.

There was no one in the Gulagri, and the endless darkness was enough to be frightening.

"Of course, we'll go in and have a look now."

Frankimir locked up the "Nine Smokes" and snatched the flashlight from Leo's hand, urging them to follow him immediately.

"If there's really something going on here, I think it's better to let the Ministry of State Security deal with these things!" Leo didn't want to step through the doors of the Gulag.

"I'm from the KGB!" Frank Mire said dismissively.

"But we're just businessmen!" The proprietress retorted bluntly.

"Don't forget, this is your cash cow, don't you want to find out what happened, at least you should understand where Chubal has gone, so that you don't completely cut off your money." Frankimir said, shining his flashlight into the iron gate, where he seemed to see nothing but some barbed wire.

Leo and the proprietress were speechless for a moment, they really wanted to find Chubal. The business of the two of them is closely related to this man, and if Chubal disappears like this, it will be a fatal blow to their business.

Frankimir was right, this was probably the only way to know where Chubar was. But they didn't have the same ambition as Frankimir, and in the face of the dark and lifeless Gulag, the fear of the unknown in the darkness had already frightened them into the empty Gulag.

They wanted to leave immediately, but they did not dare to speak out against Frankimir, knowing that they were no match for Frankimir, and even if they did not want to, they had no choice but to obey.

No matter how difficult the psychological struggle Leo and the proprietress are doing, Frankimir doesn't have the time to think about their mood at the moment, and for Frankimir, what makes him happiest is that he doesn't have to worry about being discovered by anyone at the moment, there is no one here.

Frankimir walked sideways through the crack in the door, and then urged Leo and the proprietress to follow, he didn't want them to run away at this time, if he let the "Steel Warthog" know that he was here, then it would be very easy to catch himself, just surround it.

The three men cautiously walked into the Gulag, and were greeted by a series of criss-crossing wire fences, which served as a buffer against entering the Gulag labor camp, in order to carry out inspections and prevent prisoners from escaping.

These wire fences form a series of rugged and winding passages, which are about 10 meters away from the labor camp. Only through these barbed wires can one enter the camp area.

When no one enters or exits, the iron mesh doors on these wire guardrails are all locked, and when someone comes here, when passing through these iron mesh guardrails, the previous door is also closed first, and then the next door will be opened, which is to prevent accidents.

But now, all the iron mesh doors have been opened, and there are obvious marks of metal cuts, if it is the people of the Gulagli, these iron mesh doors are opened, then they must have used the key, there is no need to use this simple and crude method, it seems that this is not the work of the Gulag himself.

If it wasn't the Gulag's people, then who would have destroyed these iron mesh gates in such a brutal way.

Is it a prisoner of the Gulag escape? Or are they bandits who rushed to rob the prison? This puzzled Frankimir as to whether this small detail had the most direct and inevitable connection with the emptiness of the Gulag.

Frankimir crossed the barbed fence with confusion, and he noticed that every gate, all the gates, were destroyed by this simple and crude way.

After that, Frankimir's attention was disturbed by Leo and the proprietress trembling behind him, and their tremors upset Frankimir, because Frankimir's own was also full of fear.

There is no doubt that the night is a deterrent to anyone, everyone will involuntarily fear the dark, and don't be in such an empty gulag, the hazy night is by no means a beautiful serenade.

Stepping out of the winding barbed fence, Frankimir saw a guard room, right in front of the gate leading to the camp.

At this time, Leo and his father and mother were still grinding in the fence of the iron fence, and Frankimir yelled at them a few times, urging them to hurry up and follow, and the two of them took a step at a time, as if they were preparing to plot some kind of conspiracy.

They really wanted to run away now, but unfortunately they didn't have the car keys for the "Nine Smokes", and Frankimir still had a gun in his hand, if they insisted on going their own way and wanted to slip away like this, then Frankimir could easily kill the two fugitives.

After much deliberation, they finally gave up the idea of escaping. Leo tries to find something to talk about to ease his fear of the unknown night. But he searched for most of the day, but he never thought of anything, so he had to dispel this idea.

In the darkness of the night, Frankimir walked towards the guard room, the snow creaking under his feet, like a midnight ghost singing in the silence of the night.

Leo and the proprietress stood still, dead emptiness and silence that made them shy away from the Gulag camp in front of them.

The midnight cold was enough to freeze their blood, and the tall gulag barracks were more like the graves of the dead.

Frank Mire walked into the guard room, which was not large, only five or six square meters. The doors and windows of the guard room were all open, and a thick layer of snow had been piled up in the hut.

There was no one in the hut, and under the light of the flashlight, Frankimir found that the house had everything in it, and it seemed that nothing had been taken away, as if the people who were in the room had just left to go to the toilet.

Frankimir groped slowly around the walls, trying to turn on the lights in the guard room, but found that no matter how much he pressed the switch, the lights in the room never came on. It seems that not only is it empty, but even the power supply has been cut off, maybe they have really moved out.

Frank Mire had no choice but to continue to search the guard room with a flashlight, the hut was dark and quiet, not lonely and terrifying, but full of the smell of work, as if it were still in working condition.

There was nothing missing in the guard room, the walls were plastered with various statistical tables, the work diaries were placed on the table, and the batons, uniforms, belts, and even pistols of the guards were all in good condition.

Such a sight puzzled Frankmir, everything was still there, but why there was no one here.

Frankimir examined the hut closely, wanting to see if there were any traces of blood or if most of them had passed away. Under the light of the flashlight, Frankimir did not find any traces of blood, nor the slightest trace of a fight, nothing unusual, everything in the room was in order.

Frankimir was even more puzzled, wondering what had happened and why it had become the way it was. It was as if a minute ago, there were still people working here, but just a minute later, everyone here disappeared in an instant.

This kind of incomprehensible weirdness is like the incredible super technology used by the aliens who kidnapped the earthlings in science fiction movies, but in reality, is there really such technology?

You can't say that it was the Appearance Man who ransacked the Gulag, right?

Frankimir is no stranger to the Gulag, he has not been to 2366 once, he is familiar with the main work area here, and not long ago, he had a personal experience in 2371, for the Gulag, I am afraid he will never forget it in his life.

Therefore, this made Frank Miir even more puzzled, and he went to his desk, trying to solve the mystery of the emptiness from the shift notes on the table.

The last date written in the shift notes was five days ago, when he and Maria took the train to Moscow.

It can be seen from the lines between the lines of the shift notes that the shift record of the last day was only halfway written and then did not continue to be written.

From this, it can be concluded that the incident must have happened five days ago, when the guards here were writing the shift records.

It was the time of the shift, and the guards who had changed shifts were busy writing the shift records, and at this time, something must have happened to the Gulag, which forced them to put down their pens and walk out of the guard room, never to return.

So what's going to happen? What kind of thing is it that after they leave, they will never be able to come back. (To be continued.) )