storehouse.

Dirty Hair continued to explain: "I saw him turn a pile of white powder called the Force Stone into a ball."

Hearing this answer, He Yan and Lan Xing glanced at each other.

This explains why Dirty Hair knows that the ball enclosing Blue Star is the Force Stone.

In order to prevent Zoufa from noticing the abnormality, He Yan asked calmly, "Where did you hear these conversations?"

Dirty hair: "Abandoned air port south of the waste disposal site."

He Yan: "How many bugs are there?"

"Two, two." Dirty Hair gradually lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of something.

He Yan captured the change: "Who's the other one?"

This question really hit Dirty Hair's fear point, he kept shaking his head: "I can't say, I can't say."

"What? Are you afraid of death?" He Yan deliberately lowered his tone, and the voice coming out of the voice changer was cruel and indifferent.

"Anyway, it's a dead end to say pros and cons, please, I really only know so much." Dirty Hair was unexpectedly stubborn on this question.

"Then it seems that I can only help you choose a way to die." He Yan winked at Lan Xing.

After Lan Xing said "ok", he put the steel bar on Dirty Hair's head, and looked left and right, as if looking for a suitable landing point.

Dirty Hair shook his whole body into a sieve, and kept muttering: "I can't say it, I can't say it..."

"Do it." He Yan gave the order.

"I know where they are going next." The strong desire to survive made Dirty Hair almost growl and say this sentence.

"Where are you going?" He Yan asked slowly.

"Let me go, and I'll tell you." Dirty Hair talked about the conditions in a timely manner.

"Heh." He Yan snorted coldly with disdain.

"You guys just want an answer. I've told you everything I know and can tell you. If you let me go, I can't talk around." Dirty Hair fought hard.

"Don't think that you are our only choice." He Yan said coldly, "The other one present is your boss."

Zunfa was blindfolded, not knowing that He Yan was bending over to carefully observe the changes in his expression.

After He Yan said that guess, his facial muscles unconsciously tightened in the middle.

It seems that the guess is correct, He Yan is very satisfied with the answer given by Zoufa.

"Just check his upcoming itinerary a little bit, don't you know where he's going? Maybe we can tell him who betrayed him." He Yan threatened to go back.

Dirty hair: "..."

vigorously:"……"

This little bug is too scary, fortunately it is his teammate, Dali thought silently.

It's not the first time he's been impressed by He Yan's ability to turn the tables against the wind, and now he's even a little lucky that he didn't punch him in the face when they met for the first time.

"Capital Star, a so-so Chamber of Commerce." Dirty Hair gave up struggling.

"Lie, the Chamber of Commerce was only decided half a month ago, and you heard it a month ago?" He Yan thought very carefully.

"I," Dirty Hair's shoulders slumped weakly, "they met again three days ago, and I bumped into them again."

He Yan: ...

I don't know if this worm is lucky or unlucky, but every time it hits the boss to talk.

He Yan: "Did you deliberately follow?"

"No." Dirty Hair said weakly, and probably felt that he was unlucky, "I hid something where they met for the second time, it was the Force Stone."

He Yan: "What shape?"

Dirty Hair: "A fragment of a large ball, I found it at a waste disposal site. I think it can be sold for a good price, so I hid it in..."

Dirty hair didn't wait for He Yan to ask one question after another, and explained everything by himself.

It turned out that a few days after he knew about the Force Stone, he picked up the fragments of Blue Star's ball at the waste disposal site. He thought that this thing might be very valuable in the future, so he and Cyclops hid the fragments in the old port.

On the other hand, through the dialogue between the mysterious bug and his boss, he misjudged that the Force Stone can only be used by the military and nobles, and thought that the things wrapped in the ball were also valuable, so he wanted to force He Yan to hand over the things in the ball, so he The siege was carried out in the North Bazaar.

Afterwards, the more he thought about it, the more worried he became, and he planned to dispose of the fragments, but he didn't expect to meet the two worms who secretly met again during the processing.

The old port is so big that it can meet twice, this bug is really unlucky.

"Is there anything else you haven't explained?" He Yan planned to squeeze him again.

"It's a little far away. I only heard a very vague sound. Besides the capital star and the Chamber of Commerce, I also heard something about an explosion." Dirty Hair honestly spat out the last bit of information.

explode?

Does it mean that the environmental simulation cabin exploded?

He Yan stopped asking questions, and his brain began to sort out all the information.

"Have you disposed of those fragments?" After more than a minute, He Yan asked a new question.

Dirty hair: "No, no, that thing won't burn out, it's still very hard, and I don't dare to throw it around."

"Where exactly is it hidden?" He Yan planned to take back those broken shells.

On the day he met Lan Xing, in order to buy time, he didn't have time to take the broken shell away, and every time he thought about it afterwards, he felt that it was a hidden danger. Fortunately, Dirty Hair was greedy and helped him hide the fragments.

"In the dark entrance of an underground passage, the entrance is close to the y runway." Dirty found in crazy despair in the face of a blemish, answering all questions.

He Yan gave Dali a look, Dali was unexpectedly quick to respond to this kind of matter, and immediately went out and arranged for trusted hands to pick it up.

After leaving Dirty Hair in place and handing it over to his subordinates, He Yan, Lan Xing, and Dali changed places to discuss the results of today's fraudulent confession.

"He's a cripple, so I'll just say that this matter has something to do with him." After holding back in the warehouse for a long time, Dali was finally able to speak.

"His boss is a cripple from the South Mine, right?" He Yan confirmed with Dali.

"Who else but him?" He cursed vigorously.

Planet 2779, where the government is in vain, now has two major forces, one is the black world Benson, and the other is Baishi Mo Ai who manages the southern mining area. Because he is lame, Dali's rivals call him lame.

He managed his territory by brutal means, and he was a proper tyrant ruler. No wonder Dirty Hair would rather die than confess him.

"According to the confession of the worm, the cripple and the mysterious worm should not meet again before going to the capital planet. If you want to know who the mysterious worm is, you may have to wait for the Chamber of Commerce." He Yan analyzed.

Dali didn't have any idea about this, and nodded agreeingly: "I'll tell the female father too, and by the way, keep an eye on the movements over there."

"Dali, do you know what the logo of the "femtosecond" organization looks like?" The "femtosecond" organization has appeared one after another in the past two days, which made He Yan very concerned, but there is no information about "femtosecond" on the star network. Not to mention the logo.

"I know, I'll show you." Dali picked up the brush and started to draw.

It didn't take long for a "lifelike" monster to appear on the paper.

The monster's body was like an oil drum, with a pile of thread twisted around its body, and a triangular flag was held in its left and right hands.

He Yan: ...

"you sure?"

"Bad, not bad." Dali looked at his "masterpiece" with a guilty conscience.

Lan Xing, who had been watching from the side, suddenly picked up the pen, closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and then began to draw.

During the painting process of Lan Xing, He Yan obviously felt that his state was very unstable, and his usually gentle blue eyes seemed to contain a storm at this moment.

"Lan Xing, stop drawing." Seeing Lan Xing's face getting paler and paler, He Yan's heart ached, and he quickly stopped him from drawing.

Lan Xing put down the pen obediently, and then leaned against He Yan as if the battery was out.

He Yan let him put the weight of his body on himself, and patted his back gently.

Vigorously picked up the half-drawn paper by Lan Xing, glanced at it, and said excitedly: "Yes, that's it."

He Yan hugged Lan Xing with one hand, and took the piece of paper with the other hand.

The paper is a long and narrow trapezoid. The two sides of the trapezoid are curved curves. The patterns drawn in the trapezoid are very similar to the patterns of female insects. Overall, it looks like the neck of an insect. Expanded insect wings.

According to the "sketch" of Dali's picture, it can be deduced that what Lan Xing didn't finish drawing is the other wing.

"Femiao" claims to be the patron saint of female insects and the presiding judge of male insects. It has a very high reputation among the people, and this symbol really fits their style.

"Have you seen it too?" Dali asked Lan Xing.

Lan Xing rested his forehead on He Yan's shoulder, turned his head slightly, only half of his face was exposed, his blue eyes stared at the logo on the paper and let out a low "hmm".

"Dali, I'll leave the rest of the matter to you. We're going back first. You're notifying me of what's going on." He Yan put the paper away.

"Oh, good." Dali nodded bluntly, "Then what about that worm?"

"Let it go, he doesn't dare to talk nonsense." He Yan helped Lan Xing to walk out of the house.

——

"He Yan, I often dream about this sign."

After waiting for Lei Xing, Lan Xing leaned his head on the back of the chair, his neck pulled out a tight curve, and the worm pattern that hadn't spread out for a long time had already extended to his jaw.

"Well, do you want to talk about it?" He Yan squeezed into the back seat with him.

"There are a lot of roses in the rose garden. There is a little boy with blond hair sitting next to me. He is giving me origami roses. He told me that roses will not die, and they will bloom again next year, and the year after that, greatly And in the next year."

Lan Xing looked like he was talking in his sleep, but He Yan knew that dreams were never coherent, and Lan Xing was just explaining the scenes in his dreams to him.

"A group of villains broke in. They burned all the roses. Many people fell down and died. The little boy told me to live a good life and help him see the roses that bloom every year. He also died."

Lan Xing suppressed the sadness in his heart, and said word by word.

He Yan held his hand, not knowing how to comfort him, Lan Xing's dream might be his real memory.

"The gang of villains have this mark on them, they are demons."

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