Pirate’s Brood Order

The entire quarry town is built on the mountain, and the colorful ores are distributed in the open air, distributed among the black rock mass, just like a bowl of oil paint accidentally poured on a splash-ink painting, with bright and messy colors dotted everywhere, and the afterglow of the evening falls, the whole The mountains reflect a gorgeous glow.

The Colored Stone Mountain is open, and Yarlin is standing on a small hill next to it and looking into the distance. The densely packed workers are like ants carrying densely concentrated on a dense ore on the southwest side.

An excavator made of steel is like a devouring monster, making a rumbling sound, thick black smoke and water vapor coming out from the top of the head, the exposed mechanical chain is rotating crazily, and the huge steel arm is connected to the heavy hammer. He smashed his head into the mine pit, and the surrounding miners carried sacks and woven baskets to pick up ore and moved towards the pier.

"A machine driven by a steam engine?" Yarlin squinted his eyes, and he couldn't make an accurate judgment because of the long-distance viewing, but he had some vague guesses in his mind from the steam rising from the big guy's head.

Leaving aside the guesswork in his mind, Yarlin looked at the ore piled up at the foot of the mountain. There was another simple warehouse there. Not far from the warehouse was the suddenly bright coast. A pier for mooring ships.

The sea is calm now, but Yarlin seems to have seen a row of ships approaching slowly, the shadows of the mast sails shrouded in the sea seem to be quietly swallowing the entire coast.

Looking back, Yarlin picked up a few pieces of red and blue colored stones, rubbed his fingers lightly on the stones, the stones were rough in texture, with a layer of fine particles on the surface, and some of the fine powder fell off quickly with his fingertips. Blown up into the sky by the wind.

The air is permeated with this kind of fine dust, and the clouds on the top of the mountain are shrouded in a layer of faint gray mist all year round. The haze clouds looming through the gray mist are brewing round after round of torrential rain.

Although he only stayed in this quarry town for a week, Yarlin has already experienced three heavy rains. Such frequent rainfall and terrifying rainfall are a little exaggerated even for the islands facing the sea.

However, this is the norm in Caishi Town.

The lead-laden clouds cut through the dazzling thunder, and the fine raindrops clattered into a rain curtain in the mountains. Yaerlin propped up the black umbrella that he had prepared for a long time, and walked slowly down the mountain.

Most of the men are working in the mines. The town under the rain line looks very deserted, and a few children who are playing soon go home to hide from the rain. Yarlin is thinking about the news that he has inquired in the past few days while walking.

"The Thiago Chamber of Commerce, a sea caravan that spans thousands of miles, is even rumored to have come here from the Great Channel, and the Great Channel is the most chaotic and dangerous sea area in the world, and by the same token, it is also the most powerful compared with the most barren and weak sea area, the East China Sea is the most barren and weak sea area. For example, this is like a city person bumping all the way to the countryside thousands of miles away, and they are still enjoying it, so there must be something wrong. .”

Walking on the rainy ground with a "tap..." sound, Yaerlin habitually touched his left eyelid, and the drooping and sparse crow's feet at the corners of his eyes gave him a calm and mature charm.

"The problem is obviously that these colored stones are either containing amazing profits or hiding unknown secrets. No matter what it is, the Tiago Chamber of Commerce will definitely take care of this place carefully."

This is not Yarlin's wild speculation. As a former smuggling tycoon, drug lord and warlord, what would he do if he found a secret gold mine?

"Heavy troops to blockade, secret mining, murder to silence..." In just a moment, countless poisonous schemes came to his mind, and Yaerlin's face turned black.

In his own way, Yarlin couldn't imagine that the Thiago Chamber of Commerce, which can cross the ocean, would play the innocent role of "Little White Rabbit". In fact, Yarlin had already discovered some dangerous clues in this small town.

First of all, this island, he didn’t find any ships on the coast, let alone a ship, he didn’t even find a sampan, as if the people in this small town had never thought of going to sea by themselves, Are you kidding me, this is the sailing age of great pirates, going to sea should be the mainstream voice in this world; followed by unguarded mines, which is contrary to common sense, what is the difference between them and open doors for thieves; last is the inn in the town Yes, as far as I know, there are no outsiders in this small town all year round, but it has been running three hotels. Except for the arrival of people from the chamber of commerce at the end of each month, the rest of the time remains empty and loss-making. What kind of **** spirit is this tm .

Yarlin sighed softly. He has no interest in the stone in his hand, and he has no malice towards the Thiago Chamber of Commerce. He just wants to take a ride with the wind, but...I'm afraid the attitude of the Thiago Chamber of Commerce It won't be so friendly.

He bought a bunch of food at the restaurant as usual and went back to the hotel. In the empty and desolate hotel, the old man rested his drowsy head on the wooden table in front of him, looking at Yarlin with cloudy eyes. , and then looked away, behind the cover of the wooden table, he was holding a cold razor in his skinny hand that looked like chicken feet.

The razor is narrow and flat, and the bandage wrapped around the handle is bright red, stained with the blood of many innocent people.

Yaerlin and the boss looked at each other and greeted each other, turned their backs to each other unsuspectingly, and walked upstairs slowly, "Boss, this staircase needs to be repaired."

There was a "creaking" sound on the damp stairs, as if it would break apart in the next moment, Yarlin stood on the stairs and turned his head and said.

"Ah? It rains every day, so it can't be repaired." The old man said perfunctorily in a vague voice.

Innermost on the third floor.

Yarlin knocked on the door next door, and it was Fick who opened the door. William was not in the house. He handed over a bag of food, and then instructed in a hoarse voice: "Go to bed early, there is work to do tonight."

Fick received the food, nodded and closed the door.

Unlocking the door lock, pushing the door open, inside the house, seven skinny men sat side by side on the edge of the bed and on the ground, with their backs facing the window, their eyes dull.

"Rain, no sun."

Yarlin threw the food on the ground, then drew the curtains, and the seven transformed bodies formed a circle behind him, and a strange "sucking" sound rang out in the room.

Like a mummy that has been sucked dry, a thin layer of flesh hangs on the outside, and the flesh and blood inside has been drained long ago. Through the skin, you can already see the bundles of black silk touches supporting the torso without falling apart. The slender skeleton is full of potholes, as if it will all be shattered into powder residue in the next second.

Yaerlin stared at it coldly, a line of writing appeared on his retina strangely...