Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/

Qiubai pulled over the coat with the word "justice" behind him and surrounded him between his mouth and nose.

He was not afraid of "infectious diseases", but the current corruption of Frevans is so unbearable. You know, it's summer now.

Perhaps a gas mask is the right choice. Although a large number of corpses in this country were processed during the war, there are still many remaining corpses... There is a possibility of a plague breaking out here.

Every corner of the country is filled with human corpses.

What is the most sad thing? The answers are naturally diverse, but the demise of this ethnic group of human beings is undoubtedly one of them.

The so-called "principals of all things" are now just piles of carrion.

Qiubai walked around the dark ditch where the fly was hovering, and knew what the filling was inside without looking.

He let his eyes flat and tried to focus on buildings a little further away. Only in this way can he gradually suppress the urge to roll between his stomach and intestines.

"Sure enough, it was an extremely correct choice not to let Ain follow him." At this time, Qiubai was still thinking about something random... No, at this time, it was a correct choice to let some irrelevant thoughts flash through his mind from time to time.

Since the formation of human communities, there will always be differences. Human society is a different society. If we classify them in a general way, we can divide them into ruling classes that occupies the upper class and express themselves to a certain extent in the attitude of a controller, and ruling classes that occupies the lower class and are in the dominant side.

The limit of the ruling class is probably the celestial dragon people, and correspondingly, the ruling class often cannot even guarantee its authority to survive, just like Frevans.

Qiubai knocked his feet, and every time he took a step, there would be a sticky feeling of blockage on the soles of his feet, as if every inch of land was still stained with uncondensed blood.

In this environment, Qiubai couldn't help but start thinking about some profound natural science issues...such as whether ghosts or ghosts exist?

He gradually penetrated into the center of Frevans. The originally beautiful city has now completely turned into a ruin. The original aphrodisiac in the "white town" has also disappeared. I thought that it was used to make weapons during the war - at least there was no problem if aphrodisiac was used to make lead bullets.

Although he came to this city smoothly, Qiubai did not plan to start activities immediately. He wanted to find a place to rest for a while before he could start performing the tasks assigned to him by Brother Ming after his spirit and physical strength was restored.

Soon Qiubai found a relatively clean house, and then he decided to rest here for a while. The continuous sailing, the thief activities and a series of actions to pretend to be a navy and pretend to be a man who pretended to be a navy made him quite tired.

However, Qiubai didn't know that something happened quite accidental and coincidental during the period of his rest: the real surveillance officer belonging to the special department of the world government followed closely into Frevans.

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When Qiubai woke up again, it was already noon the next day. He first replenished some food and water, and then started activities in this ghost-shaped city. In order to prevent Aconite from invading the body through diet, Qiubai's supplies were brought from the boat.

Although there is no panic about Aleola disease, Qiubai doesn't really care about this kind of life-threatening disease at all. His heart is not that big yet.

"If you want to do what Duofer explains, you need to first understand the layout of the city..." If you want to confirm whether the Perinato mine still exists, at least Qiubai needs to find the location of the mine cave first.

So Qiubai needs a detailed map of the city.

This is probably not a simple matter. With the current appearance of this city, the map is probably not easy to find, but there is relatively good news, that is, once the map is found, Qiubai can take it casually without paying.

He began to search for maps along the main road of the city, and after breaking into four or five bookstores in a row, Qiubai finally found what he was looking for.

"Frevans' map found."

However, just as Qiu Bai reached out to get the map, a hand suddenly stretched out on the other side of the vertical bookshelf and pressed it on the top of the map.

There are still living people in this city?

Before she could think about it, Qiu Bai quickly took a few steps back, and then raised her head with great vigilance to look at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Fortunately, this is really an individual, not a ghost or monster.

It was a boy with half-length hair, a black suit, a gray shirt, and a white tie. He looked about the same age as him, but he had a taller figure and a rather thin figure.

But his eyes didn't look "young" at all... It was the eyes that he would only have after years of immersion in the dark world.

No matter how you look at this person, he feels familiar, but his appearance and dress are not so recognizable, so Qiubai didn't know who this person was or whether he was a famous person.

But there is only one thing that can be confirmed. The other party is definitely not a resident of Frevans.

He pressed one hand on the map, and took out a small notebook from the inner pocket of the suit with the other hand, and then glanced between the notebook and Qiubai's face with extremely sharp eyes.

"I claim to be a lieutenant colonel of the Navy headquarters and a special surveillance officer. I entered Frevans last night for a confidential task... But is this identity real?" The other party suspected that it should be suspected.

"Who are you? Do I need to explain my identity like you?" Qiu Bai immediately put on the "Lieutenant Colonel's face" like last night. Of course, he would not be exposed by someone who cheated him.

As long as no one can prove that he is a fake lieutenant colonel, then he is a real lieutenant colonel. Do you still understand such a simple truth?

"No, I am not pursuing the authenticity of your identity. In fact, I am an official of the world government, or now we have confidential tasks and there is no need to prove each other's identity. However, since we are all in Frevans, necessary or unnecessary, we may need to contact each other, so for convenience... can you say your full name again, like last night, Lieutenant Colonel Makarov?"

"Full name?" Qiubai was a little confused, but he said that there was something wrong with this, it was all fake anyway:

"I am Vladimir Ivan..."

"What's the matter?"

Mmp, this is not simple at all... Qiubai forgot about those long list of names himself, okay?
Chapter completed!