From the beginning of his last life, Phil loved to write letters, to friends, to women, and to his family.

Some words that cannot be said in the mouth can always convey the author's thoughts and thoughts through silent words, even deeper and heavier than words.

So in the past two years, he has always maintained correspondence with Gaokan City and the imperial capital, with Cousin Bruce, with his grandmother Jane, with his grandfather Brad, and with Byrne and Helen in the imperial capital.

In the course of the correspondence, Byrne taught him a way to write secret letters.

Through the position and number of structural particles in a specific order of sentences, a specific group of numbers is passed, and each group of numbers represents a word.

This is not a military password, and in fact, ordinary military passwords cannot hide from the cunning Moody's.

Even though he may not be able to guess the specific meaning, he is suspicious by nature and has a keen sense of smell, and he will definitely smell a certain smell hidden in it through the clues.

This is the most popular way to deliver messages by agents and spies of various countries in the last century.

All you need is a pen and a piece of paper, and the message you want to convey will be delivered to the target by the post office in the open.

How ingenious and romantic.

When he was young, Byrne Sr. was drafted from the army and engaged in a serious career as a spy for more than ten years, traveling to five or six countries and forces.

Now, when he saw that his little grandson was smart and agile, he passed on this obsolete craft to Phil and played a game of spy war with him.

Phil found it interesting, simple, and a little bit of fun.

But alas, the cunning Moody didn't let him write too long, and the short space was not enough for him to spell out a complete word.

Four-colored beech, that's the complete set of words Phil wants to spell.

This kind of tree, which is special to the cold regions of high latitudes and altitudes, is tall and stout, and is an excellent building material.

The leaves are as broad as the maple trees of the previous life, yellow in spring, green in summer, and red in autumn.

But in winter, after the first frost, the leaves curl into deep purple needles that are extremely hard.

At this time, the beech forest seems to be blocked by a metal needle, and even birds cannot move freely through it.

Four colors change throughout the year, hence the name.

Phil only had time to spell out the four colors in front of him, leaving his grandfather in suspense.

He believed that by this time, his grandfather must have arrived in Gaokan City, and no trace could hide from the eyes of the old fox.

There are no such trees for hundreds of kilometers around the town of Luoma, and only by continuing south, through the southern basin, and reaching the mountains at a certain latitude, can you see more and more of this kind of tree.

It just so happened that around this camp, Phil saw a large stretch of colorful beech forest, almost covering several surrounding mountains, which should be eye-catching enough.

Whether it succeeds or not, Phil has no better way for the time being.

"Beech beech?" the order went down, and continued south, focusing on all the places where these trees were concentrated. Jones held the note in his hand and gave a decisive order.

Phil was more and more loosely controlled, and even allowed him to go out for a short time during the day to let off steam, of course, under the premise of being supervised.

No one believed that such a young child, with a broken leg, would have a chance to escape in this camp full of thugs and perverts.

Therefore, the caretaker was a little careless, just pulling the rope in his hand, and not kicking Phil's body.

Occasionally, Lynn would stay by her side, provided she had done her job.

Phil noticed that she had been busy again in the past two days, but her thin body was very capable, and she couldn't stop.

In every group of people, there will always be some good people, some bad people, some hard-working people, and some lazy people.

In the same way, in this camp full of thugs and perverts, there will also be a few nasty people and well-meaning people.

Seeing Phil being pulled out to let the wind out, two men, one tall and one short, came up and looked at the little fat man up close.

The short one licked his lips as if to see the deliciousness, and the foul saliva flowed down the gaps in his mouth full of yellow teeth.

The tall man was missing one eye, and the remaining one eye was full of greedy desire.

The two stepped forward and pulled Phil, the short one who also pinched a strand of the little fat man's hair, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and his intoxicated appearance made Phil creepy.

It seems that they didn't see the expected screaming and resistance, which made the two of them a little unhappy, and the harassment became more intense.

Phil was like a rag doll, being pulled from side to side and embarrassed.

Before the fact that the leg injury had improved, Phil could only curl up in a ball and resist the harassment in a negative way.

The man guarding him at the back didn't feel anything wrong at all, but leaned against the pillar with great interest and watched what was happening in front of him.

Phil was lifted up and thrown to the ground again, with a slight pain in his leg, but he had to feign a wail.

As a result, the two men were even more excited, and the surrounding onlookers also cheered and whistled one after another.

The two men seemed to recognize the guard's acquiescence, and took Phil's arm on the left and right, and wanted to take him away.

Phil couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't care about hiding the leg injury, flexed his only movable left leg, and slammed his knee into the base of the short man's thigh.

Caught off guard, the short man let out a terrible scream, letting go of Phil and falling to the ground.

The onlookers exclaimed, and also subconsciously clamped their legs, and the sour taste was believed to be impressive even for a man.

The tall man was furious, grabbed Phil by the hair and threw him to the ground, raised his big foot and stepped on his pretty little face.

Phil hugged his head and face, stiffened and endured a few blows, his arms were sore from the heavy foot, but they were still within the range of endurance.

At the same time he grabbed a handful of sand in his hand and raised it towards the tall man's face.

The tall man raised his hand in disdain, and kicked again, and Phil had already deftly dodged to the side.

He endured the stench coming from his nose, jumped up and put his arms around the other party's neck from behind, wrapped his legs around the other's waist, exposed his strong little teeth, and bit down on the ear.

As the tall man screamed, the stinking blood poured out of his half-torn ear and into Phil's mouth.

No matter how much the other party struggled and wrestled, Phil locked his arms tightly and never let go.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the man who was guarding the rear hurriedly tightened the rope around Phil's neck and pulled it back.

But Phil still bit the tall man's ear, and with this pull, the two of them fell backwards together, crushed under them.

Phil was shocked to the point that his eyes were full of stars, and his internal organs were full of pain, after all, he was young and weak, and he couldn't match the strength of an adult bandit, so he let go of his arm.

He knew that he couldn't retreat at this time, so he let out a ruthless force in his heart, and he didn't care about the fist on his body, and rushed into the other party's arms with a low roar.

He frantically slashed at the opponent's only one remaining one-eye, and his head was pressed against the other's chin, and he was about to repeat the old trick, biting the opponent's black and dirty neck.

The tall man didn't expect the little boy to be so brave and was knocked by Phil, but he still grabbed Phil's hair and pulled it back.

At the same time, the other hand touched the dagger on his waist, and he was about to draw it out and bleed the little ghost.

The short man on the other side also relieved himself, and got up and ran towards him, his ugly face flushed with shame and anger.

At that moment, a large foot sticking out from the side kicked him to the ground again, and the tall one-eyed dragon was also brutally grabbed by the hair and flew backwards.

Phil thought he was going to die today, but suddenly he felt that the tall man was gone, and as soon as his neck was tightened, he was lifted into his hand by another big hand, like a weak golden retriever.

He was just about to struggle, but he was thrown out like a broken sack and fell in front of the guards.

This strong man who stood up was the same Murphy who kidnapped Phil here and broke his leg bones alive.

It can be seen that Murphy's status in the camp seems to be very high.

The two men who didn't bargain, one covered his ears and the other hunched his waist, just scolded a few words in his mouth, but he didn't dare to come up and make a move with Murphy, and slipped back into the crowd.

Phil rolled over and spat hard, a small severed ear tumbling in the dirt on the ground.

The little man was covered with blood on his face at the moment, but he bared his teeth and stared, and even licked his tongue unsatisfied, looking quite fierce.

The people who watched the excitement were silent for a while, laughed at the two men, and then gradually dispersed, leaving only a few people in place.