"What's wrong? What are you crazy about? Frankie Mill asked, frowning.

The man who held Leo firmly was really Frank Mire, who was standing in front of the bookcase, and he didn't know what kind of illness Leo had suffered, and why he suddenly seemed to have lost his soul.

"That'...... That one...... Shoe...... People ......" Leo squeaked and whined for most of the day, but he really didn't make his words clear.

Frankimir didn't know what was wrong with Leo, could it be that he had just fallen and made her a fool, or that he had lost his mind.

"What nonsense are you talking about, why don't I understand a word?" Frankimir pointed his flashlight at Leo's eyes and shook it, in Frankimir's impression, although Leo was a timid person, he didn't know that he was scared like this.

Leo panicked and pointed to the bottom of the office, and Frankimir looked at Leo's finger.

Except for the desk, which was still unchanged, Frank Mimir saw nothing, everything in the warden's office had not changed in any way, what was it that scared Leo like this.

Despite the stench and incomprehensible eerie smell of it, there was nothing here that would get Leo to this point.

Frankimir knows that Leo is not a rare and strange guy, on the contrary, Leo's knowledge can be described as very extensive, what Frankimir has seen, there is nothing that Leo has not seen, and what Leo has seen, Frankimir may not have seen.

There was the warden's desk, which completely obscured Frankimir's vision, so the terrifying scene that Leo had just seen could not be seen at all from where Frankimir was standing now.

Frankimir didn't dare to be careless, and in order to avoid accidents as much as possible, he decided to check on the desk to see what was going on.

Leo struggled desperately, trying to break free of Frankimir's hand, even if he tried his best, with his little strength, for Frankimir, it was simply scratching his boots.

Frankimir soon saw the boots that had tripped Leo, which alerted Frankimir and he realized that it might not just be the boots, but probably a man, and a dead man.

This is the only way things can explain why Leo is so panicked, if it was just a pair of boots, it would never have been possible to scare Leo like this.

Cautiously, Frankimir walked over to the boots, which, as Frankimir had expected, were indeed a man, and a dead man, a corpse that had long since decomposed.

The corpse's head was blurred with blood, and it was completely impossible to distinguish the outline of the face, the arms that were barefoot outside the short-sleeved shirt, the skin was cracked and peeled off, and the skin was still stuck to the muscles, crawling with blue and purple blood vessel lines, bare outside the skin, pink muscles, rotten, crawling with maggots, and the mushy muscles, Bai Sensen's bones could still be seen.

This guy is by no means dead in the last few days, more like this person died months ago. If the time of this person's death occurred on the day when the shift notes in the guard room stopped, then in just five days, coupled with the cold climate of the Far East, it is impossible for the corpse lying here to decompose to such an extent.

"Who is this guy?" Frankimir asked himself if the Gulag had been someone five days ago, and how could it be explained, there would have been a corpse lying here.

Frankimir finally met someone in the Gulagri, but unfortunately all they saw was a man who had been dead for a long time.

"How do I know! I didn't kill him! Maybe he's the warden! Leo exclaimed in a panic, he had just become much calmer.

"That's right! You reminded me. You're right, most likely so. But even the warden couldn't have died here for such a long time and never been discovered. General Frankmir said suspiciously.

Frankimir then crouched on the ground, trying to study the body in front of him to see if he could identify the deceased.

The body was wearing a police uniform and body armor, but it was not a gulag garment. Although they belong to the same police system, the gulag costume is very different from this kind of special combat team costume in appearance.

The deceased's head was unbearable, it was obviously activated by the machine gun, crazy strafing, and the whole skull was full of bullet marks, not even an inch of intact skin.

It's a pity that this guy wore such a body armor for nothing, and the galloping bullets all hit him in the head, and the body armor didn't come in the slightest, and he was already dead.

"Can you put me down?" Leo asked helplessly, he seemed to have completely calmed down, and with Frankimir by his side, he had nothing to fear.

"Of course, as long as you don't run around, I can release you now, this place is dark and dark, aren't you afraid of getting lost?" Frankie Mill asked absentmindedly.

"I can guarantee that, even if you let me run, I won't run." Leo said in a very affirmative tone.

"Alright then, I'll let you go." Frankimir didn't pay much attention to Leo, and all his attention was focused on the nameless corpse.

Leo, who had regained his freedom, quickly covered his head, his flat nose and exaggerated mouth with his childlike set of short little hands.

Now Leo wants to vomit vigorously, and he has no leisure to feel fear, and the corpse in front of him really makes people's stomachs sour water.

Frankimir also held his breath and carefully examined the corpse crawling with maggots, which not only looked terrifying, but also smelly, but Frankimir still didn't dare to be careless, for fear of missing a certain detail.

The blood vessels on the corpse were all blue-black, and there were traces of extreme expansion, and each blood vessel was far thicker than the blood vessels of ordinary people, which alone can indicate that the cause of death of the deceased was strange, and it was not as simple as being shot in the head by a machine gun.

The police uniform on the corpse, sewn with the iconic badge, caught Frank Mimir's attention and indicated the possible identity of the deceased, but it also made Frank Mimir even more puzzled.

The design of the badge is a golden gear, and there is a standing sea lion, with the vast Arctic Ocean in the background, and the name of the assault group represented by this badge is written on the edge of the badge.

This is a commando group belonging to the KGB, and it is a well-known Komsomol group among the 36th assault group of the KGB. The members of the group, all of whom were members of the Komsomol under the age of 26, were the youngest assault group in the KGB.

They may not be the most effective, performant, and capable assault groups in the KGB, but they are the most enthusiastic and motivated assault groups in the KGB assault groups, so the KGB secretaries always like to entrust tasks to young people like them. (To be continued.) )