When Jack Roman woke up, the scorching heat of the desert made his back ache.

His last memory was of putting on his exoskeleton armor and leading the Brotherhood Ground Exploration Force to approach the ruins as ordered, and then a storm struck them, and they were like sailors in a storm and tsunami, only to watch themselves be swallowed by the storm.

When Jack woke up again, he found himself lying there.

The exoskeleton armor protected them, but now it was also a piece of broken parts.

The members of his team were nowhere to be found, and all communication equipment was cut off.

The only good news is that Jack found a village in the distance, and his strong desire to survive made him struggle to get up from the sand - it took him most of his life to reach the top of the Brotherhood with his viciousness and ruthlessness, and he must not die in the desert so inexplicably.

Go to the Grim Reaper Crab, go to the artifact of the **.

He didn't know which neutral post village belonged, but Jack believed that as long as he was near the Oasis, there would be no one who didn't know the Brotherhood's prestige, and he could easily promise the villagers a sum of money they couldn't have imagined.

Thinking of this, Jack brushed aside the parts of the broken exoskeleton armor and walked in the direction of the village.

And this walk, most of the day has passed.

As his mood turned from agitation to despair, and even to the point of doubting whether the village was what the people called a mirage, the smoke and lights finally appeared in front of him.

The strange aroma wafting through the village is the deadliest attraction for Jack, who has been hungry all day.

He stumbled into the village, and the first thing that caught his eye was a small shop called "Old Void Frying", which seemed to be the only one in the town.

The shop is bustling with villagers who have been busy all day gathering to order a few steaming pan-fried dishes, bring their handmade specialty drinks, and sit at simple wooden tables to pass the time.

You can see such a sight at any of the border stations in the Oasis, but it gives Jack goosebumps.

Ever since I arrived in the village, I have been filled with a strange and terrifying feeling.

He always felt that he had seen these villagers somewhere, but when he thought about it, he couldn't remember.

Hunger has finally taken over.

Jack decided not to think about it anymore, he sat down closest to the boss, the overly simple menu made his brow furrow, he would never have come to eat in such a humble place if it hadn't been for the misfortune that had happened to him.

The fraternity opened countless lavish restaurants in the lira and brought top chefs from all over the world to the capital of the oasis at great expense.

In addition to kidnapping, extortion, extortion, and organ trafficking, the Brotherhood has also begun to promote "high-end consumption" in recent years, such as the Goldstone Casino, which they opened specifically for the dignitaries of the Oasis and other Allied countries.

Unlike those "refugees", as long as you are in a prominent position, you can experience any coveted service in the lira – whether it is in accordance with the laws of the Allied countries or not.

The owner of the shop is a middle-aged man who looks happy, and everyone in the village happily calls him Lao Xu, presumably the name of "Lao Xusheng Fried" comes from this.

"Boss, what is this place?"

A table was served raw, and the smell of food made Jack's unhappiness a little less.

"Sandstone."

"Sandstone?"

Jack took a bite into the crispy golden skin of the pan-fried, the plump juice immediately spreading on the tip of his tongue, and the taste of the food was much more delicious than he had imagined, even like the dim sum he had tasted at the fraternity-owned restaurant.

He muttered the name of the town.

He had never heard of the name before, "How far is this from the city of Root?" ”

"Far away."

This was not the answer Jack wanted to hear.

When he asks questions, he often expects a complete plan, such as what means of transportation to get from Sandstone and how long it will take to get to Root.

Perhaps it was the disaster and the eerie atmosphere of the village that made Jack's temper a little more restrained, so that he would not burst out on the spot and press the boss's head on the table.

"What do I need to do to get back there?"

"Guest, you can't go back."

Jack stopped chewing, he wiped the grease off his hands, and looked directly at the busy middle-aged man with unkind eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

He was waiting for a reasonable explanation.

Otherwise, the "pigsty" of the Brotherhood would always welcome such able-bodied people, and with the craftsmanship of the boss, they would not be reduced to being dismantled into human organs.

The boss was not in a hurry and said, "Guest, since you mentioned Lute City, you must have heard of the disappearance case that caused a stir some time ago, right?" ”

"You've been to the city of Root?"

Jack didn't answer the rhetorical question.

Of course, he knew what was going on in the cases of missing persons in various cities of the oasis.

The research of biopharmaceutical companies requires a large number of "volunteers", and the fraternity provides them with information about the residents, and the biopharmaceutical companies use this information to select the subjects of the drugs.

As for where the "volunteers" go......

All he could say was that any success would require numerous failures, and after the experiment failed, the "volunteers" were sent to the desert.

"If you open a small shop like this, you will understand that people like us hear a lot of news every day from people, such as one of our long-time customers who has a daughter who has worked hard to send her to school elsewhere, and after graduation, his daughter finally returned to the city to be with her family."

As he spoke, the boss groped for something in the inside pocket of his clothes and pushed it towards Jack on the opposite side.

With the dim lights in the shop, Jack could see that it was a picture.

Here's a group photo.

The young girl that the boss said stood with her father, smiling brightly.

And when he saw the photo, Jack's creepy feeling became even stronger.

He had seen the girl in the photo, not so long ago.

She was sent to the lira by the Skeleton Gang, and according to the Brotherhood's process, she was eventually packaged and sent to auction, where she was bought at a high price by a wealthy merchant from outside.

This happens every day, and if her story had stopped there, Jack probably wouldn't have been too impressed.

What really left him with the memory of the girl in the photo was that she somehow escaped from the hands of a wealthy merchant, but she was unlucky, betrayed when she was smuggled out of the lira, and finally sent back to the "pigsty".

The wealthy merchant was furious at this, and preferred to leave the disobedient commodity to the Brotherhood to deal with.

In the end, the biopharma company gives everyone a satisfactory solution.

The last time Jack saw the girl, she was no longer recognizable, she was like the other volunteers who had been injected with the failed experimental potion, her face and body were cracked, and she could only crawl like a crab in the isolation cell, and I am afraid that her father, who loved her the most, would not have recognized her when he saw her.

The wealthy businessman was very satisfied with the result.

Researchers at a biopharmaceutical company showed him the same photo, which documented the girl's entire experience after being kidnapped by the Skeleton Gang.

Each failed subject becomes unrecognizable, and photographs are meant to remind researchers of who they were before the change.

"It's the right decision that you didn't continue to be a detective."

After a long silence, Jack spoke.

Oasis never needs detectives, and for people living in border cities, confusion can help them live more peacefully.

What happened to the girl in the photo is just a small probability event, and if you want to blame, you can only blame her for returning to the city of Lut at the wrong time.

"The old patron hadn't been in the store for a while, and then I saw his name on the news, and I don't know who told him that the Skull Gang had taken his daughter, and he went to the door on impulse to ask for an explanation."

Naturally, the Skeletons didn't give this father an explanation.

Instead, the bodies were haphazardly abandoned on street corners.

Jack heard the boss's tone and seemed to have some regret.

This is also a true portrayal of Lao Xu's heart, this regret comes not only from the tragedy he witnessed, but also from Song Lan let Scarface die too lightly, he only had time to break his knee with a gun.

"If I were you, I wouldn't always take these things to heart."

Jack said.

It was a tragedy, indeed, but it didn't make him feel any guilt.

From the moment they joined the fraternity, they weeded out these emotions.

And he doesn't want to waste any more time reminiscing about the past meaninglessly, he wants to return to the oasis and report their findings to the boss.

"Ozor Nibroth".

He remembered the words inscribed on the stone door, and its existence was unlike any previous archaeological remains, which meant that perhaps the artifact was real.

Redeploy for the harsh climate, and if you can break through the storm, you can reach the ancient realm hidden behind the stone gates.

In comparison, the changes in a certain person's family in Lut City are not worth mentioning at all.

"Lao Xu, two raw fried, Daddy will come over in a while."

A lively and energetic voice interrupted Jack's thoughts, but it also brought the fear inside him to a climax.

The girl in the plain dress sat beside him and said a word to the boss with a smile.

Strictly speaking, this is the first time Jack and the girl in the photo have met.

Now she is back to the lively and cute appearance in the photo, and she is no longer the state of being enclosed in an isolation room, and she is unrecognizable and crawling on the ground like a crab.

And judging from the tone of her voice just now, it is not difficult to judge that her father, who died at the hands of the skeleton gang, seems to have come back to life.

An ominous thought crossed Jack's mind, and he finally understood where the familiarity he felt when he arrived in town came from.

As one of the top leaders of the fraternity, he needs to keep in touch with biopharmaceutical companies for a long time, and in addition to keeping track of the real-time progress of his research, he occasionally looks through the photos and identities of the "volunteers" on a whim, but not all of them have a deep impact on him like the girl in the photo.

The rest of the "volunteers" may be outsiders to the coalition government, or they may be locals.

Just like the people in a small town, even if they meet, they can only bring him a superficial sense of familiarity.

However, there is no resurrection from death.

It is also impossible for them to see the spirits of the dead who have been dead for a long time.

Unless......

He didn't actually survive the storm.

The Oasis people have also discussed where people end up after death.

Most of the locals believe in the god of life, believing that when their lives come to an end, their souls and consciousness will return to the bosom of the god of life, a place free from pain and sorrow.

Jack Roman has always scoffed at this.

In his view, death is the end of everything, and the soul and consciousness are nothing but ways for people to seek solace.

The atmosphere in the store was still lively, his arrival did not attract much attention, and the voices he heard were close at hand, but seemed to be out of reach, and all this became ethereal in his eyes.

Jack heard a crackling sound, the sound of oil beating on the fire.

The fragrance of the fried fried food penetrated into his nose, and everything they were experiencing at the moment seemed extremely real.

The village at night, and the villagers who gather to talk after a busy day, is a heartwarming sight from any point of view.

But Jack's face was contorted with fear, and instinct caused him to retreat and want to get out of this ominous place as soon as possible.

In a panic, he stepped on the foot of his chair, lost his center of gravity, and fell backwards.

The muffled sound he made finally made people's eyes stay on him, and Jack looked at them one by one, and there was no hatred or anger in people's eyes, they were calm and curious.

"Stay away from me, you demons!"

Jack struggled to get up from the ground, the pain being his only companion, and that seemed to be the only proof that he was alive at the moment.

The girl looked at Jack with concern, who had suddenly collapsed, and reached out to help him up.

The friendly gesture was refused, and Jack rudely slapped the girl's hand away.

"Fuck off, I don't belong here, I'm going back to the Oasis!"

"Rest assured, this guest, you're not dead."

"But you're right, you don't belong here, there's no place in this village that can accommodate you. ”

The tremors from under his feet made Jack even more flustered, and he tried to get up several times, only to find that he was sinking deeper and deeper, and there seemed to be something from below that was dragging him down, making it impossible for him to get up.

When half of his body was embedded in the ground, he finally saw the behemoth hidden underground.

That's the Grim Reaper Crab.

But why are there Death Crabs lurking beneath the village?

His body, which had been transformed several times, could not resist the power of the Death Crab at all, and could only truly watch himself sink deeper and deeper.

"It's been a long day...... Mr. Jack Roman, you're the last one. ”

Before his head sinks into the ground, Jack hears his boss say to himself, "Welcome to 'Odor Nibloth'." ”

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Small Theatre Its Two Hundred and Seventy-One:

Thursday, morning, month, year

This is the longest vacation Lu Xiang has ever experienced, and it is past eleven o'clock at the moment, but she is still lying in bed, enjoying the warm afternoon sun.

The fragrance from the living room into the bedroom was appetizing, and she stroked her bulging lower abdomen, feeling particularly comfortable.

Since deciding to raise a Derpy Bird, Song Lan has obviously become much more diligent, and even took the initiative to study nutrition books, and her daily meals are satisfactory.

She lay on a soft pillow and closed her eyes and imagined a hearty lunch today.

If you ignore laziness, you will find that this dumb bird actually has many advantages, and she also hopes that the child can inherit Song Lan's mantle, so that she can enjoy delicious food when Song Lan is not at home in the future......

Thinking of this, Lu Xiang suddenly opened his eyes.

His expression became nervous.

In the last conversation, she hoped that the child would follow her, because she really didn't want to see a few stable heads lying on the sofa every time she came home from work-after getting along with Song Lan for a long time, the night heron had been completely corroded, and the death angel of the former archbishop had now completely become a squatting angel at home.

But then she had to face a serious problem.

What if......

What should she do if the child's culinary talent also follows her?