On the tenth year of the natural disaster, I went to farm with me

Chapter 505 Remember This Face

"Sister Yan."

Zhang San's laboratory used the best soundproofing materials and was equipped with anti-eavesdropping equipment. Yanlong was standing far away, so she definitely couldn't hear the conversation inside the room. So Xia Qing walked over without any nervousness, greeted Yanlong, and looked up at her calmly.

Just when Xia Qing thought Yanlong was going to warn her, Yanlong gave an order in a cold voice: "Special training will begin at 16:10 a.m. on the th, hours a day, and the first day will be at the second peak of the th Mountain."

Xia Qing stood up straight and answered loudly, "Got it. I will do my best. Please give me more advice, Sister Yan."

Huo Jun was watching this scene on the surveillance camera and inexplicably felt that Xia Qing looked very similar to the power-evolved sheep in Territory No. 3.

Yanlong was very satisfied and raised his chin, indicating that she could leave.

"Yes!"

With just one simple move, Yanlong created an extremely powerful aura, which made Xia Qing's blood boil, and every step he took was full of momentum.

Huo Jun in the monitoring room felt something was wrong, so he immediately took out his cell phone to contact his father, asking him to quickly send the hardness-evolved snakeskin jacket over, otherwise Huo Jun was afraid that Xia Qing would not be able to survive Yanlong's special training.

Xia Qing returned to the territory, picked up her tools, and immediately rushed to the third peak of the 50th Mountain. When she was about to reach the Bear Cave, she sent a message to her idol and waited until Yang Jin left before going up the mountain. Xia Qing greeted Hu Zifeng first, and then used the key to open the heavy iron door of the Bear Cave command room.

This key was just given to her by Yang Jingang this morning, but she didn't expect to use it so soon.

After entering the bear cave, Xia Qing headed straight for the stone house and tomb in the hidden valley.

She put all the family photos, rotting clothes, bedding and other small items that could reveal the owner's identity into her bag. She smashed the large furniture, cooking utensils and tools.

After cleaning up the house, Xia Qing picked up a hammer and a shovel and walked towards the grave where Shi Jiayi's family was buried.

The five beautifully carved stone tablets were propped up and upright by Xia Qing when he first came in. Now they were pushed down again and smashed with a sledgehammer.

The roar of machines that were opening up a fire-fighting isolation zone and the sound of electric saws felling trees were very loud at the foot of the mountain. In addition, Hu Zifeng was at the construction site, so if the people over there heard any noise, Hu Zifeng would cover it up. So Xia Qing felt very relieved.

After smashing the stone tablet, she dug up the grave, opened the sarcophagus, and put all the bones of the family of eight into the bag. It was the easiest to collect Shi Jiayi's bones. She just had to take the bag containing Shi Jiayi's bones out of her husband's sarcophagus.

This bag was put in by Xia Qing not long ago.

After smashing the sarcophagus, Xia Qing carried several large bags that he needed to take back, contacted Hu Zifeng at the construction site, and reconfirmed the location of the second echelon of the disaster relief team and the construction task force members before leaving the bear cave with a heavy backpack, detoured down the mountain and returned to Territory No. 3.

Xia Qing buried eight bags of bones in a basement in a deserted village in the territory. Xia Qing dug this basement to store food, but it turned out that there was no temperature and humidity control equipment, and the basement was completely unable to store food, so Xia Qing gave up.

Now, it is used as a tomb for this family of eight.

After burying the body, Xia Qing burned all the other things he brought back, leaving only the family photo, the kindergarten textbooks and exercise books that were placed together with the mobile phone. With these three things, Xia Qing thoroughly disinfected the protective clothing and sprayed it with odor isolation agent, and then went to Territory No. 7.

Not long after Yang Jin left, Xia Qing returned. No one else in Territory No. 7 thought there was anything wrong. Because one of them was in charge of commanding the disaster relief scene, and the other was in charge of managing Hill No. 50, it was normal for them to report the situation to Zhang San.

After checking with the equipment and confirming that Xia Qing did not carry any dangerous goods or weapons, Ji Li walked her for a while and then stopped. "Yanlong is ahead, you go with her."

"Okay, thank you Brother Ji." Xia Qing walked quickly towards Yanlong and greeted her.

Yanlong looked at Xia Qing quietly. Through the smell, she determined that in addition to the faint smell of weasel, there was also a faint smell of mold on Xia Qing.

This smell was the most familiar smell to humans during the years of natural disasters. There was nothing wrong with it. Yanlong nodded slightly and sent her into Zhang San's laboratory.

After Yanlong left, Xia Qing locked the door and took out the things. "Third brother, I think these things should be kept. Do you think they should be kept with you or with me?"

Zhang San rolled his eyes at Xia Qing and asked, "Do you have a first-class bulletproof chamber that can withstand the shock wave of an explosion?"

Xia Qing immediately replied, "No, you keep it. You have the most reliable and safest place to keep it. It will be safe if you keep it."

Zhang San snorted and said the cruelest words in a calm tone, "It's not foolproof. Someone might catch me after breaking through Ji Li and the others' heavy defenses and force me to take him into the secret room. After entering the secret room, I will activate the immediate closed self-destruct mode, and no one will be able to walk out alive, including myself."

"Third brother."

Xia Qing stood up and said solemnly, "Third brother, a man like that is not worth sacrificing your life for. You must have ways to save your own life and kill him at the same time. You must stay alive. Only by staying alive can you have hope and be happy."

Zhang San stared at Xia Qing silently for a few seconds, then leaned his head back on the chair with a look of disgust, "Step back, you're stinking me again."

Xia Qing, who had long since stopped smelling the stink on her body, sat back in her chair and discussed with her idol, "How about you take some time to research how to get rid of the stink of the evolved weasel as soon as possible?"

"I don't have time." Zhang San refused. "Yang Jin only entered the valley once to get supplies. He didn't wander around inside. He didn't find the tombstone or the photos in the stone house. Have you seen all the photos and videos in your phone?"

Xia Qing replied, "No. I only browsed the videos after the disaster, and only watched the last two videos carefully. I remember she mentioned in the previous videos that she had a sister who was in college and had lost contact."

Zhang San turned the laptop screen to Xia Qing. "The photos and videos before the disaster are of no reference value. Remember this face. This is what she looked like when she was rescued. No matter how a person disguises herself, her pupil distance, eyeball position, and orbital bone shape cannot change because these are determined by the anatomical structure."

On the screen, Shi Jiaran, with a shaved head, was wearing a loose hospital gown and curled up in a small ball on the bed. She was pale and thin, staring blankly at the camera. Both her appearance and demeanor were very similar to Shi Jiayi in the last video on the phone.

There were bright red scratches on her head, face, and neck that had not yet healed, as if they were caused by an explosion of glass-like substances.

These skin injuries were not serious. What shocked and horrified Xia Qing were the bruises and needle holes on the backs of Shi Jiaran's hands and arms as he hugged his body.

Is this the status of the precious experimental subject in the underground experiment, who suffered much less than the Fire Phoenix?
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