The light at the entrance of the cave is not strong, which means that it is already dark.

They spent a total of seven hours and forty-five minutes, and in this season, after half past five, dusk will be ushered in in the East Kowloon District, and they set off around ten o'clock in the morning.

When they came out of the hole, everyone was dumbfounded, the sky seemed to be rusty, and they could not see the sun, nor the moon, nor the stars.

The sky was so dark that they couldn't tell the time, and they didn't know if it was day or night.

The clouds in the sky were very thick, not cream-colored white clouds, nor dull rain clouds, but brownish red clouds, like red rust water flowing from a rotted iron bucket. The whole world was shrouded in this old, crimson haze.

This is the most advantageous and greatest proof of the existence of human beings in this world, proof that they are capable of changing everything, making the power of clean nature unbounded and rusty and filthy.

Everyone was stunned by the strange sky, and they didn't care where they were. Only Kafka, who didn't take it seriously, had seen this terrible cloud formed by heavily polluted industrial wastewater.

And he knew very well that if he saw such a rusty red cloud in the Far East, it would only indicate one problem. That is, they are very close to the Twin Cities, maybe even closer than they imagined.

The Twin Cities, the most feared city in the Far East, the last stronghold of the remnants of the Great Qing Dynasty.

About forty years ago, Duan Qirui, the Beiyang government, defeated the restored pigtailed marshal Zhang Xun, and Zhang Xun fled to the northeast with the Qing imperial family. After that, the Soviet Union wanted to establish Yellow Russia in the Northeast through him, and Japan also wanted to establish a puppet Manchukuo in the Northeast through him.

Their conspiracy to raise tigers and control China with China eventually created the "Northeast King" who dominated the twin cities. Today, no one dares to take this isolated twin cities lightly, and its military power is no less than that of the Third Reich at the peak of World War II.

It took a long time for everyone to start noticing their surroundings.

It looks like a large royal garden. The diameter of the garden, to say the least, is more than a kilometer. The surrounding vegetation is very well trimmed, and different plants have their own characteristics. Without a professional gardener, it is obviously impossible to prune such flowers and trees.

Somehow, the vegetation here hasn't withered due to the harsh winter, and everything looks incredible.

Looking around, there are all straight and tall buildings. Only then did they realize that they were surrounded by a huge palace.

This is a very typical Soviet-style building, and it is strange that under the high stone beam eaves, there is a row of large Chinese lanterns.

This makes people wonder whose palace this belongs to. Whether the owner here is Chinese or Soviet, at this time, it is not at all clear. Could it be that this is the summer resort of the Northeast King of the Twin Cities, but the problem is that it is said that the Northeast King has never left the Twin Cities.

In the center of the garden, there is a bronze statue. The statue stands on a marble pedestal surrounded by four patchwork flower beds. The flowers in the flower bed have long since withered but no one has replaced them.

The statue depicts a scrawny old man with a surprisingly large head. The old man's costume was strange, neither Chinese, nor Russian, nor the orthodox costume of Soviet citizens.

It looks a bit like the Victorian costume in London, the Napoleonic costume in Paris, and of course more like the Renaissance costume in Florence, Italy.

Everyone walked towards the bronze statue, trying to see if they could pass through, this strange statue, to figure out the identity of this palace.

The marble pedestal underneath the statue does not have a word. There is no name of the statue of the birth and death, nor the title of this life, nor the related great deeds.

This is obviously somewhat unreasonable, and according to the practice of standing statues, it is inevitable that some simple inscriptions such as name, date of birth and death, title title, and simple overview will be left near the base of the statue.

However, not a word is left here. Could it be that this is a rather controversial figure? In order not to be destroyed and destroyed by his opponents, the statue was destroyed and destroyed, so that future generations could admire the demeanor of this old man. deliberately did not leave any handwriting, and its intention was to hide from the world.

In this way, this old fellow is likely to have some kind of inevitable connection with everything that happened in the Gulag. The cave doesn't connect this place to the Gulag for no reason. There is no doubt that this place is the answer to the incident, but the question is how to start the search.

"What the hell is this place, have you been here before? It doesn't look very friendly here. Frankmir asked Yulia, and out of prudence, he had put the AK47 rifle in his hand into a ready to attack posture.

"I don't know, the sky here seems to be bleeding." Yulia said, circling the statue three times, trying to find something out of it.

"I think this is the land of the King of the Northeast. These red lanterns have the dragon pattern of the Qing Dynasty, this kind of feudal landlord class, even in today's China, let alone on the territory of our Soviet Union. Kafka exclaimed. With the telescope inside the Frost Mech, he was able to see farther and more than anyone else.

"What do we do next? This place looks ...... It seems that there is no one. Raul said, cradling the AK47 rifle into his arms.

"This place looks like an abandoned palace, maybe there will be a lot of treasure in this place, the king of the northeast, or your former tsar." Fraser said, carrying the AK47 rifle behind his head.

"If you come, you will be safe, and take one step at a time. This place seems suspicious, and we need to investigate it and give the warden a satisfactory answer. It's so easy to get here, and you can't just turn back without knowing anything. Frankie Mill said.

"Let's go, let's go see what's in the house." Kafka shouted, manipulating the "Frost Mech" and walking towards the red wooden door at the end of the garden.

Wherever the "Frost Mecha" passed, huge footprints were left behind, and flowers, plants, and dirt were thrown everywhere by the Mecha. If this palace had an owner, then he would not have spared Kafka.

Everyone followed and ran towards the red gate. The porch was less than five meters high, but the "Frost Mecha" was nine meters tall, so it was obviously impossible to enter the house.

Kafka also had to climb out of the cockpit of the "frost mech" because of this. He's a very controlling guy and always likes to be in control of everything on his own.

He told the crowd to wait under the porch for him to come out of the mech, and then to think about it in the long run. He thought there might be danger in the house, and it was a danger they hadn't foreseen.

The crowd went under the porch and saw a huge red wooden door carved with a relief of exotic flowers, perhaps some kind of family crest or family crest.

The door was not tightly closed, but hidden, and the inside of the room could be faintly seen.

Frankimir ignored Kafka's advice.

He crossed the marble steps under the porch, pushed open the heavy red door, and slowly walked inside.