The misty mist was like water droplets on the canvas of the sky, and the sun was able to peek out of its head, condensing a cloud of red.

An underground factory nearly 100 miles away from the Forest of Traces, above the factory is a wheat field, which is a good variety that many farmers dream of.

The wheat fields here are not only free of the wheat worms and voles that farmers are worried about, there is no smell of life in a radius of several kilometers, and there is no man's land around, the nearest to here is the southern town of Hogan, which is one of the main bases for the southern country to hold the prisoners of Lumenkaier and the relocation of the army, and the town of Hogan is the main battle place of the war between Lumenkaier and the southern country thousands of years ago, it is a land that has made countless people desperate, and now digging deep into the ground will dig up the rotten bones.

It takes nearly a day to reach the wheat field from Hogan Town, even at the speed of a four-legged wyvern, and when the Creator created the world, he seemed to have forgotten this 'pure land', except for the alternating sun and cold moon, and the wolf roar seemed to be the only visitor.

The sun is starting to glow red on the horizon, which is a sign that it is about to rise, and the view of the sunrise is particularly charming in this hellish place where birds don't, and perhaps the last attraction here. The man in a hemp-colored trench coat hurriedly walked out of the stone road, obviously empty without people, but he carefully lowered his head, pinched the collar with his fingers, and his eyes in the shadow looked around from time to time, and crashed headlong into the wheat field.

As the man walked through the wheat fields, counting how many wheats he passed along the way, he suddenly crouched down, took a key from his bosom, and kept poking it in the dirt.

After trying again and again, the friction sound finally sounded, like a piece of iron sandwiched in a crack in the stone, the man's face was happy, the key in his hand turned three times to the right, and the hand holding the key was pulled back.

The black void opened open, and the screeching sound of metal could be heard far away in such a place, and it sounded like a woman's mournful cry from a distance.

"Please show your identity. The man jumped into the hole and climbed a long ladder before the soles of his feet could feel the touch, and a man in a dark green cotton coat stared at him, with the seriousness of a soldier, and he carried a long thing wrapped in a brown worn strip of cloth, and the man in the trench coat would not have the idea of trying it.

"From Tuf. The man in the trench coat pulled out a small red notebook with proof of whether he could enter the place or not, "The Deputy Minister of Armaments of the Province of Tufu, Dongjiao, has been invited to join the 'Northern Color Project'. ”

The man in the dark green military coat took the papers, but in the dark, his eyes were shining, trying not to leave a word on it. After reading it, he handed it to the man named Dongjiao.

"Is it necessary? "Dongjiao is very helpless, every time he comes here, a man named Ah Long will pretend to be a stranger to take a good look at his identity, and in the shadows he doesn't know how many dangerous weapons lock him up.

Aaron didn't speak, as if he liked to be silent, he seemed to be the kind of person who wore a black suit and carried a large cowhide black box in his hand, and it seemed that he could know that it must be an elite from the secret department.

"Alright, alright, I know you're dumb, take me to Corillo. Dongjiao waved his hand impatiently, the word dumb is not a joke, Ah Long was born unable to speak, like the white king's facial paralysis physical defects, when he is not sensible, because this is very autistic, often shut himself in the house, stupidly playing with the wooden character toys, the lips squirm very little, close observation can be seen, as if talking to the toy.

Until he was dug into the secret department by someone from the southern government, telling him that there are only two kinds of people in the world who can't tell secrets, one is dumb, and the other is dead. His flaws turned into talents, and the people in the department envied him for being the commissioner of the Northern Color Project.

The two of them walked through a long black tunnel, exactly like the tunnel dug in the quarry, and the stones on the ground were sloppy as they walked, and the stones on the tunnel walls would shake from time to time, as if they could collapse at any time.

Dongjiao tightened his clothes, and the temperature was getting colder and colder.

The basement was colder than any winter at any time, and only the Minotaur in the northern part of the Extreme Realm could adapt to this environment, the old man opened a bottle of wine, and the cork fell, and the wine stained on it froze into a solid state in the air, without putting any ice cubes, and the temperature was even colder than ice cubes.

"Welcome, Dongjiao, how about a cup to warm up first?" the old man said very formally, as if he was really welcoming the guests from afar, Dongjiao gave him a blank look, they were all old acquaintances, and there was no need to hide it.

"Corillo, how many bottles are left?"

"Do you still want to get some goods from me? The government provided a box, or is it a low-alcohol wine, what a disappointment!" the old man scolded, in a joking tone, when he is old, he likes to drink something strong enough, anyway, time is short, it is still too late to enjoy it, but the project he is studying is too important, and the government is worried that high alcohol will make him become a child who does not return all day long, and forget about business.

Dongjiao shrugged, playing with the cup, after a while, the kung fu wine froze into ice, and the wine glass could be taken out as a weapon, through the transparent red solid, observing Corillo, he was much older, I saw him more than a year ago, and I could still see a little black at the root of my hair, but now it has become a large piece of silver white, the wrinkles on my face have become deeper and more, and the cotton clothes on my body are getting thicker and thicker year by year, but my body is getting worse and worse year by year.

This old man has given so much for the country.

Dongjiao sighed, put away his unbearability, it was not that time, "It's messy outside now, I'm afraid you don't know it yet." ”

"That's what you say every year. ”

"This time is different. The east corner took out a spar slab, and the force was transmitted from his fingers, and the spar slab began to play a picture of non-stop work, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.

"It's ······" Corillo's eyes widened, his beard-covered mouth wide open, "Where did this happen?"

"You've probably heard of it. Dongjiao replied that the spar slab was frozen in a slaughterhouse-like scene, with stumps and broken arms everywhere, and a smell of blood could be smelled through it. "Familiar. ”

Corillo nodded, not wanting to speak, in general he was just a nerd who studied things, throwing war or something to other people, the most cruel thing he had seen since he was a child was a scene of killing a pig, and he almost didn't throw it up.

"Is it the Hearthmen massacre, it looks like the description I heard in Cather that time. ”

"No, no, no!" said Dongjiao, shaking his head like a rattle, "the latest, if you go out now, you might still see the decomposing corpse, it's fresh enough." ”

"Oh my God! Don't let me see that. Corillo pushed the spar slab away, and when he heard that it was the latest thing to happen, the nausea and fear deepened, and his throat began to regurgitate acid.

"Corillo, this is what the state requires. Dongjiao's fingers kept tapping at the table, like the drumbeat of Corillo's heartbeat, "What you see comes from the Forest of Traces, a massacre, there is no more suitable word than slaughter, the method is as you think, it is exactly the same as the Hearthmen massacre, only on a different scale." ”

"Don't tell me you're going to war!" the old man began to panic, and looked at Dongjiao with a look in his eyes that seemed to be longing for Dongjiao to tell him that it wasn't like that. He had been there when he was young, it was a collection of wars, and since then he knew how terrible war was, that it was the millstone of life, and that every army thrown into it was just rice, which sooner or later would grind into slurry.

"You've been locked up here for too long, and your head is rusty. Dongjiao skimmed his hands, "Not yet." ”

Corillo breathed a sigh of relief.

"But it's pretty much the same. Dongjiao suddenly turned right, his fingers suddenly stopped, and Corillo's heartbeat seemed to stop suddenly, "At most half a month, we will confront Lumen Kaier in the Supreme Court, and the Nangong family has volunteered to take over a lot of things, such as physical evidence, investigating the Roaring Lion Legion, etc., by the way, there are witnesses!" Dongjiao suddenly burst into foul language, and when the Nangong family told him that he could find human witnesses, Dongjiao's reaction was the same as seeing a ghost, and he even wondered if the Nangong family had an evil alchemy method to resurrect the dead.

"So tell me what I'm doing, I'm not a law graduate! ”

"The judge will be someone from the 'years', and your task is to complete the plan within two weeks, and let Lu Menkaier know that our research has been successful before the trial!" Dongjiao stood up sharply and slapped the table, "Let them know that we are not easy to mess with, and whoever kills us must bleed profusely!" he gritted his teeth, eager to grind those four words to pieces.

"Impossible! Impossible!" Corillo kept shaking his head, completely rejecting East Corner's words, "The Northern Color Project has been studied for more than ten years without success, and two weeks is simply a fantasy!"

"That's not my business. Dongjiao looked at Corillo deeply, the identity of an old friend when talking about business was not reliable at all, "You have to understand, this is required by the state." ”

"In two weeks, the country will see ······"

"Northern Spear!"