The basement of the Caramel Bar is where the Secret Service uses the most primitive means to preserve information.
There is always a man named Qing Chen sitting there. He used to be Xiao Shen, but now that he is old, everyone calls him Lao Shen.
He is always prepared to explode everything here if someone invades, and he will be buried in a sea of fire with the intruder.
Inside, a shadow door opened.
Shadow walked out, took off his cap and mask, and sat relaxedly on the sofa opposite Lao Shen, closing his eyes.
The next moment, his heartbeat stopped and his breathing stopped. All time bypassed him and just passed by in a rush around him.
Old Shen complained to himself: "You used to use the Shadow Door to come in, and I didn't say anything, but in the future, can you open the door opposite me... I'm getting older and my heart is not good, and you are always so cold and careless. If you show up, sooner or later I will be scared to death by you."
"By the way, the guys from the Secret Intelligence Department have been asking me every day recently if I have gone on a mission to rescue Qing Chen. Tell me what your attitude is so that I can reply to them. You don't say anything every day and let me stand here. What’s the point?!”
"Also, my memory has been getting worse and worse recently, and I am very likely to suffer from Alzheimer's disease. Hey, no one has ever said that Qing's bloodline will degenerate in old age, and there is no record of it. Is it because I was young? The impact of the injury? How come you are all fine, but I am the only one..."
In the small room, Lao Shen was the only one left talking, and he didn't seem to care whether the shadow could hear him or not.
After the shadow opposite took off his peaked cap, his face was also revealed in front of Old Shen.
The basement of this caramel bar seems to be one of the few places where he can take off his disguise.
A thud.
The clear heartbeat returned.
Shadow said calmly: "It is your choice to sit here. Wait until you really start to lose your memory one day before you think about retirement."
Lao Shen sighed: "The capitalists want to cry after hearing this."
Shadow said: "I am one of the largest capitalists in the Federation. Isn't it normal to exploit you?"
"It's up to you," Old Shen threw a phone to Shadow: "Someone is looking for you in God's generation. It's an old guy who hasn't been seen for a long time. Do you want to call him back?"
Shadow thought for a while: "This is a bit interesting."
He called back, and Lao Shen looked at him: "It's not polite to call someone so late."
Shadow glanced at Lao Shen: "I wish that old guy would die suddenly while answering the phone in the middle of the night."
Lao Shen opened his mouth: "The call has been connected."
A hoarse voice on the other side of the phone said calmly: "No matter how much you wish for me to die suddenly, you shouldn't say it over the phone."
"Hahahaha," Shadow laughed: "I haven't heard your voice for a long time, old guy. This makes me feel like traveling through time and space to call an antique, and even I feel a little bit rotten. The breath is gone...tell me what happened."
The voice on the other side of the phone said: "I want to cooperate with you."
"What cooperation?"
"I can't say yet that I invite you to come to the north for talks."
Shadow sneered: "There's no need to talk about pretending to be a god, I won't cooperate with the gods."
"You and I have common interests."
"I have no common interests with the Age of Gods."
After saying that, Shadow hung up the phone directly.
Lao Shen had a bit of a toothache: "Why don't you tell me a trick?"
Shadow shook his head: "He won't say anything on the phone, and I can probably guess what's going on."
Lao Shen stood up, took out a wine glass from a small secret compartment behind him, and filled it with half a glass of white wine: "You are going on a long journey."
"Well," Shadow picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp: "I'm not the only one who has to travel far, there will be many people accompanying me."
On the wilderness mountain road in the north, several crows wearing black cloaks were wading in the cold wind.
At first, many people thought they would stay in a small town outside Forbidden Land No. 065, but they did not expect that they would actually cross the town and continue traveling north.
However, after they passed through the civilized demonstration town, everyone lost track of them and had no idea where they would end up this time.
Moreover, there were a few strange people mixed into this group of crows. Although they were not members of the Forbidden Inquisition, they also wore cloaks that were exactly the same as the crows.
At this time, April was walking in the mountains and looked helplessly at Li Ke, Li Yunjing and others behind her: "Can you... stop following us?"
Li Ke thought for a while and said, "You have used our car before."
April was a bit unreasonable: "Then...then you can't wear the same cloak as us, people will think of you as crows. Uncle Yunjing, you are also one of the top experts in the federation, why are you using us as a cover?"
.”
Li Ke said: "This cloak is nothing special. Anyone can wear it. And I have seen students cosplaying with you at cosplay exhibitions! Why don't you talk about those people!"
April is misfired, can this be the same?
This is cosplay, you want to pretend to be a crow so that no one notices you and no one attacks you!
She thought that this little kid Li Ke was so big that he tricked Huotang from the southwest, but now he even came up with a bad idea, pretending to be a crow to hide from sight.
I have been using cars all day long, but now my identity has been compromised by others. How can this be justified?
April said: "Our boss will come to join us soon!"
"Don't worry, we'll leave as soon as your boss comes," Li Ke comforted.
At this time, a girl from behind who was also wearing a cloak hurriedly came forward and said with a smile: "Stop the quarrel, stop the quarrel, let's eat apples! In these barren mountains and mountains, it is more lively when there are more people!"
The old man who was at the back looked at this scene and whispered: "Bad luck!"
…
…
Countdown to 112:00:00.
a02 base.
The prisoners walked out of the prison area and saw the stone wall that had been rebuilt... For some reason, they felt as if they were relieved.
In the past few days, Qingchen's speed of building stone walls has become slower and slower.
It’s not that he slacked off, compromised, or got discouraged.
It was the hunger and cold in his body that made him weaker and weaker, making him slower and slower.
The soldiers from the Age of Gods told Qingchen that if he dared to kill a pig privately, he would kill ten of Qing's intelligence officers if he killed one pig.
The prisoners saw all this, so that everyone suddenly began to worry about what if they woke up and the young man had collapsed.
Fortunately, the opponent has not fallen down yet, and a new stone wall has been built, although it will soon be knocked down by the soldiers of the Age of Gods.
Some prisoners muttered in a low voice: "What are you doing? You know this is a meaningless thing, why don't you save your strength?"
"Why don't you try to persuade him when you pass by the pig pen later to stop him from being stupid."
At this time, an older Qing intelligence officer suddenly said: "He is not building a wall, but a belief. Perhaps he is also afraid that after he stops at a certain moment, his will will be destroyed like that wall."
Overthrown. Stop being sarcastic. You can be in the darkness and dare not resist. It is human nature, but you cannot praise the darkness because of it."
One prisoner muttered: "What nonsense, can you say something that everyone can understand?"
A young prisoner looked at it for a while and said: "I fell in love with a high-caste girl, so her father sent me here. I don't understand your principles, and I don't have any of your bullshit beliefs.
I just followed you around for three years after I came here, living a life that goes round and round and I can see the end at a glance. Now finally an interesting person has come. I am afraid that he will no longer build walls. I am afraid that one day he will be like us.
Continue to be confused..."
This kind of fear.
It is an indescribable emotion in the hearts of all prisoners.
On the one hand, they think Qingchen is stupid, but on the other hand, they hope that Qingchen can stay stupid.
They don't have the courage to challenge the Age of Gods, but they hope someone can challenge it.
It's as if they are also participating in it, fighting against the oppression in the a02 base.
If one day this young man collapses, gives up, and becomes discouraged, then they will also feel lost and despair together.
Together with the little fire that had just been ignited in everyone's heart, it was extinguished again.
At this time, one of Li's prisoners suddenly said: "Actually, he was also built to show us."
The prisoners were puzzled: "What do you mean?"
But before they could get an explanation, the soldiers from the Age of Gods came over with whips and beat the people who had just spoken one by one, leaving the prisoners in such a state of embarrassment that their faces were covered in blood.
The prisoners were driven towards the quarry, bustling with people.
However, just as they were passing by the pig pen, suddenly in the crowd, a Qing's intelligence officer threw a protein bar towards Qingchen.
It was a reward for them to spit on and throw stones at. Almost everyone ate it on the same day. Unexpectedly, there were still people hiding it, and then threw the rare supplies to Qingchen.
Dozens of soldiers from the Age of Gods saw this scene and immediately rushed over. One of them wanted to take back the protein bar that Qingchen had picked up. However, he took one look at Qingchen and did not dare to enter the pig pen to snatch it.
He was afraid that he would not be able to get out if he went in.
The soldiers of the Age of God turned to angrily brandishing whips and beating all the prisoners: "Who threw it! Who threw the protein bar to him!? From now on, the first one to report it will not have to work for a week!"
A prisoner suddenly raised his hand: "I will report it!"
The soldiers of the Age of Gods laughed. They had used this trick for decades. Their predecessors had used it, and they had also used it. It had never failed.
These cowardly prisoners can never be united because they worry too much.
"Tell me who lost it, and if you report it, you will be spared a week of labor," the Jindai soldier said.
The Qing intelligence officer smiled and said: "Sir, I reported myself, and it was me who lost it!"
After saying that, the prisoner squatted on the ground and held his head: "You can beat me now."
Qingchen was stunned, the prisoners were stunned, and the soldiers of the Age of Gods were also stunned.
No one ever thought that the reporter would give such an answer.
The method that had been used for decades didn't work for the first time.
The soldiers of the Age of Gods rushed forward, and whips fell like a gust of wind. Every time the whips made of thin leather strips were struck, they would leave deep blood marks on the prisoners' bodies.
Until the chemical fiber winter clothes on his body were beaten to pieces.
Qingchen watched silently, without roaring or blaming himself.
He knew why all this happened, and he knew that nothing he did now would be of any use.
Qingchen bent down and chewed a protein bar while picking up stones and continuing to build the stone wall that had just been knocked down.
When he was in City No. 18, he tried a protein bar once, but it tasted like crap.
This time, the protein bar was even worse than last time, but the flavor was particularly mellow.
The Shindai soldiers pointed at Qingchen and sneered at the prisoners: "Did you see that while you are being beaten, he is eating! Look up and see, does he sympathize with you? Does he blame himself!?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd threw a protein bar again and it flew into the pig pen.
