Uncle Zhou is extremely efficient in his work.

Fu Miao stayed asleep overnight and was fled by Pei Yekang on his shoulders all the way, and he was very tired both physically and mentally.

I don't know if he was familiar with the environment or something else, he slept very well in his room, his hair gently pressed against his cheeks and forehead, and his whole body fell into the center of a soft and clean single bed. When he woke up by the rhythmic knock on the door, he found that the sun outside the window changed from the golden sun at noon to the orange sunset that sank into the horizon.

It's yellow and clear, like a duck egg made by my mother based on ancient books.

The knock on the door continues.

Fu Miao opened the door with slippers.

The person knocking on the door was Uncle Zhou. He had cleaned the room and took off the dustproof cloth.

Apart from being unpopular, this room is exactly the same as when my parents were still there.

"Uncle Zhou, is there any news?"

"There is news, I tricked him into meeting in a scrapped old building."

Fu Miao woke up and his sleepiness disappeared.

“When is the appointment?”

Uncle Zhou glanced at the watch on his wrist: "It's still time, there are more than two hours left, why don't you use it first?"

He bought nutritional agents for Fu Miao.

This nutrient is much better than a slum prison. It tastes less sticky and weird and has richer nutrition. Fu Miao recovered almost the same after using two pieces.

"Little Fu, if that person is the murderer, have you ever thought about the future for your parents?"

Uncle Zhou's expression was gentle, as kind as ever.

Fu Miao replied: "Of course, we will inherit the will of our parents and realize their research results one by one. They told me that this technology can feed more than 2 billion people in slums. This technology can help us get rid of our dependence on the black tower. We don't need to rely on the black tower, we only need a small amount of arable land to achieve it. They can't see this picture, but I will see the future for them."

Uncle Zhou sighed deeply when he heard this.

"It's such a pity for your parents...but I believe you can do it."

Patting Fu Miao's shoulder, Uncle Zhou showed encouragement on his face.

He continued: "There is news that the survival resources distributed to the slums in the next few years will be reduced... Alas, if this technology can be successful, the people in the slums will become the most powerful supporters of the organization, and overthrowing the slums is just around the corner."

But Fu Miao shook his head and refuted.

"Uncle Zhou, I'm not optimistic about this. If you overthrow this seven major family, there will be eight major families and nine major families, and the essence has not changed."

The guys who created these contradictions were not the Seven Major Families, but the Black Tower behind them.

He said: "Further, the purpose of the Free Army is not to overthrow these families."

They just want to fight for the right to manage their lives better for themselves and for the slum humans.

Uncle Zhou said, "You are still young, so things are not as simple as you think."

The positions of the Free Army and the Seven Major Families are opposite and cannot be adjusted.

“There will always be a solution.”

Uncle Zhou shook his head, not optimistic about Fu Miao's innocent thoughts.

Fu Miao said: "Uncle Zhou, it is too difficult and unrealistic to overthrow the seven major families. In this world, how many people question the rationality of their existence, let alone question their behavior. In this world, too many people have been brainwashed by their textbooks..."

The textbooks were deleted and tampered with by the seven major families, and the records on the Free Army were relatively complete.

At first, in order to win people's support, the seven major families allocated resources to an evenly average.

In a sense, the ideal "Datong World" has been realized.

Let everyone in the world live a rich and leisurely life.

But as time went by, the seven major families cut resources for various reasons, and people cut from three meals to eight points full, seven points full, and five points full, and finally changed to two meals.

A few years later, the Seven Major Families said that Heita gave humans new technology to make nutritional agents, which deceived people into meeting their nutritional needs more than food. They changed all kinds of rice, grain and meat into high-quality nutritional agents, and repeatedly reduced the old ways. The quantity and quality of high-quality nutritional agents were cut, and people were divided into different levels over time.

Finally, the current situation was formed.

In this case, it would be difficult for the Free Army to seek the seven major families to revise the Black Tower Regulations and allow people to obtain the right to farm.

Uncle Zhou said: "It's always a hope. Xiao Fu, Uncle has contacted the people in the organization, just hand over the things to them."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou. I have placed that research material in a very safe place and I will get it later."

Uncle Zhou frowned and said, "Will something happen? Why not tell the organization the address and ask the organization to send someone?"

Fu Miao declined the proposal.

He paused and said, "Uncle Zhou, I'm going to tell you, I'm worried that there are seven major families around you."

Uncle Zhou's brow jumped fiercely.

“How to say it?”

Fu Miao said: "After I escaped into prison, I only contacted you, but the seven major families received news in advance to send someone to kill me, most of them..."

Uncle Zhou said with a cold face and decisively: "Uncle turned around and investigated this matter and will definitely explain it to you!"

Fu Miao nodded.

It takes only 20 minutes to drive from the old house to the abandoned building. The environment nearby is worse than that of the old house. Most people living there cannot afford ordinary houses but do not want to go to the slums.

Uncle Zhou took Fu Miao to the seventh floor.

When the door was opened, the creaking scared the person who had been waiting so much that his face turned pale.

When Fu Miao and Uncle Zhou appeared, there was no one to be so arrogant.

But Fu Miao found that his assistant was not surprised by his appearance.

"...Yes, it's Xiaofu...you are still alive..."

The assistant is a middle-aged man of thirty-five or sixty. He looks like he is not in good spirits and has a thick blue color in his eyes.

Fu Miao took a few steps forward, and the assistant took a few steps back.

"I'm still alive, you're surprised? For the sake of my parents taking care of you, let me be honest - is it you who betrayed my parents?"

The assistant's lips trembled and his hands and feet trembled as he heard this.

He knew Fu Miao's transformation ability very well and could kill people in an instant.

His eyes were swaying, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, it's me!"

Fu Miao was not surprised to hear this answer.

"Why?"

The assistant said emotionally: "Because they are not going to save him when they die, isn't that enough?"

Fu Miao was so angry that he laughed: "You know what financial situation my parents are, and you can't save your son even if you lose everything. You don't just borrow money from them, but you just resent them? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child, and just tell me a little reason and believe your nonsense?"

The assistant bent down his spine and grabbed his slightly bent knee with both hands.

"I don't want to, but their lives are valuable."

Fu Miao pursed his lips, his clenched fingers turned white, and he relied on his reason to suppress the urge to kill someone.

The assistant begged again with red eyes: "Little Fu, I know you won't forgive me, and I really regret it now. But everything has been done... If you want to kill me and avenge your parents, come and kill me, but my son is innocent, and he doesn't know that I have done this."

Although Fu Miao is gentle and gentle, he is a ruthless person.

Fu Miao's parents worked in the institute, but Fu Miao helped the organization to kill people and silence them, and then killed them if they had a disagreement.

The assistant knew that he could not escape this disaster, but his son was innocent.

Fu Miao sneered and stepped forward a few steps. The assistant closed his eyes almost desperately, and his body shook into a sieve but did not dare to dodge.

"I won't kill you, I will hand you over to the organization."

Fu Miao raised his hand several times, but in the end he still didn't choose to kill.

After saying that, he turned around in the horrifying gaze of his assistant, and a complex expression flashed through his expression.

But before he could take two steps, Uncle Zhou, who was standing there, suddenly shouted "Little Fu, be careful" in horror.

Fu Miao paused and a gunshot was heard.

When he turned his head again, he saw the assistant's temple explode with blood and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

Before his death, the latter still maintained a stretching posture.

The assistant was killed by the hands of the person hiding in the dark.

Uncle Zhou stepped forward in shock.

"Are you looking for death? You dare to turn around in this situation, and think how many lives are you?"

Fu Miao lowered his eyelids and held back the disappointment and pain that flashed deep in his eyes.

"Forget it, he is dead, and he has an explanation to his parents. Is the person who took action just now organized?"

Uncle Zhou nodded and said, "Yes."

"Uncle, do you think he can trust?"

When Uncle Zhou heard this, he knew that Fu Miao was referring to whether this person was suitable to escort information to organize.

"able!"

But as soon as the words fell, two or three muffled groans and sobs came from the darkness, followed by the movement of the body falling to the ground.

Fu Miao sneered and retreated.
Chapter completed!