Pretend To Be a Boss

  Chapter 163 Beautiful Holy Land Fortress (big chapter)

  A creature from another world, Qing Jiuyu frowned instinctively when he heard these words.

  The long-eared ape continued to sneer: "It seems that you already know something."

  Qing Jiuyu couldn't feel what was in the dark sinkhole.

   It is impossible to imagine how deep this huge pothole is.

  Gause did not want to talk about the Holy Land with Qing Jiuyu in detail.

  The reason why this place is called the Holy Land has always been the secret of the two worlds.

   "You should go." said the long-eared ape.

   "What are you going to do with me? According to what you said before, you should have no way to convict me now."

  Gibbon said:

   "You will be trapped by Lord Epidemic's avatar. This is where the Holy Land obtains resources, not where you are detained. You will be imprisoned in the heavy mountain prison in the distance."

  Avatar?

   Sure enough, the epidemic source also has other abilities, not just relying on poison.

  Qing Jiuyu remembered silently.

  Since there is still time, there is still a turning point for everything.

   When Jinlong and Epidemiology took another step, Qing Jiuyu glanced at the deep pit.

  The existence in this deep pit has overturned her cognition.

  Because it is different from what Tang Xian mentioned. She believed in Tang Xian.

   It's just that there is something Tang Xian doesn't know.

   After all, the evil secrets are hidden deep underground.

  …

  …

  Holy Land Fortress.

   After several hours, Song Que arrived at the fortress.

  Most of the forts are named, even if they are not named with numbers like the forts in the national area, they will choose the core features and place names.

  For example, the castle tower fortress and Lincoln fortress are taken from some core features.

   London Forts and the like are named after places.

   Holy Land Bastion was an accident.

  Because none of the features are associated with holy places.

   The moment Song Que walked away to download the equipment, he saw a banner welcoming him.

  —Welcome Commander-in-Chief Song to visit.

  Song Que was secretly puzzled.

  As the commander-in-chief of the human race, Song Que also met Zhuo He, the owner of the Holy Land Fortress, in the conference room on the sixth floor of the Thirty-Nine Fortress.

  He remembers information about everyone he comes into contact with.

  Zhuo He is very old, even older than his father.

  His hair has long since fallen out, and he is always smiling, giving people a kind and kind feeling.

  Song Que had a good impression of him.

   I just came to the Holy Land Fortress by myself, I didn’t tell anyone,

   "Welcome the future lord of the First Fortress—Commander Song to this small place."

  Song Que smiled and said:

   "Lord Zhuo is polite. But why did the lord know about my arrival?"

   "Commander Song, come with me."

  Even if Li Wanye came to the first fortress, his father Song Gengchao might not be there to greet him in person.

  Because it is difficult to apply for a visa for the fortress, and few people switch to the fortress, but such things are trivial after all.

  Song Que couldn't figure it out, the Lord of the Holy Land Fortress is so idle?

  He followed Zhuohe. Zhuo He hunched over, and there were not many guards around him, and they seemed to be ordinary attendants who were not very strong.

   This made Song Que even more puzzled.

  If Li Wanye goes to the bottom floor alone without taking him with him, he will not be able to come back.

  This Zhuohe is so confident in the security of his fort?

   What he saw next surprised Song Que.

  He wondered if he was really at the bottom.

  On the ground floor of the Holy Land Fortress, there are no large groups of people who have no fixed residence due to heavy mining, sitting and resting on the street.

  Even the ground floor of the Thirty-Nine Fortress and the First Fortress combined may not have as many buildings as the ground floor of the Holy Land Fortress.

  Song Que and Zhuo He walked on the streets extending in all directions.

   From time to time, people at the bottom wearing exquisite workmanship clothes nodded to Zhuohe.

  Zhuo He didn't have the slightest airs, and nodded in response. The attitude is kind and amiable.

  There are also many service industries on the street.

  In front of the fruit shop, someone was bargaining with the owner.

  In the tailor shop, the girl is admiring her new clothes in front of the mirror.

   From time to time, you can hear the sound of promotional discounts for various items in the department store not far away.

  Children under school age are playing ball in the open space.

  Some adults were sitting in the distance, smiling and smoking.

  Song Que was no stranger to this scene.

   But if it happened at the bottom, he would be puzzled.

   "How does Commander Song feel? Is my fortress peaceful?" Zhuo He asked quite proudly.

  Song Que made a surprised expression and praised:

   "How did you do it? I have to learn from you."

  Zhuo He smiled and said:

"Each fortress has its secrets, just like the Song family and the Li family have their own characteristics, and it seems that the fifty-one fortress has powerful industrial technology. The old man is willing to share the benevolent governance of the fortress with Commander Song, But what Commander Song really wants to ask is where does the energy for the fort itself come from?"

   Song Kuang nodded, without any concealment, and said sincerely:

"indeed so."

  Zhuo He shook his head and said:

   "This is the unique technology of our Holy Land Fortress, so I can't tell Commander Song, please forgive me."

  Song Que was indeed curious about this question, but Zhuo He's answer was also reasonable. He nodded and said:

   "Lord Zhuo, you are being polite. I am the one who is more abrupt. This kind of question should not be asked."

   "Commander Song came to the Holy Land Fort this time, but something happened?"

"Look at my appearance, does something seem to be wrong? It's just that my father thinks that I've been too tired recently and wants me to go to another fortress to rest for a few days. I searched and came to the Holy Land Fortress. It seems I did nothing wrong."

  Zhuo He let out a hearty laugh and said:

   "Commander Song, take a good look around here, shall I send someone to arrange a place for you?"

   "No, the fortress is busy with business. Lord Zhuo, if you come to pick him up in person, it is already a nuisance to you. This is just an ordinary tour, so you don't need to care about it."

   Song Que's simple and honest smile made it impossible to refuse.

  Zhuo He said:

   "Yes, since this is the case, I don't bother Commander Song to play, this is a pass. All levels of the entire fortress are open to Commander Song."

  Song Que still had a smile on his face, but he was shocked in his heart. He originally thought that Zhuo He would hide something more or less.

  Some core secrets are also hidden at the highest level, but Zhuo He actually opened up all levels to himself.

   It is true that what I represent is a giant second only to Fort Lincoln and Fort Thirty-nine.

  But the owner of the Holy Land Fortress is really too hospitable.

  Song Que did not refuse the kindness, took the pass, exchanged greetings with Zhuo He, and Zhuo He left.

   After Zhuo He had gone far away, Song Que continued to stroll around the streets on the ground floor.

  If the opponent has not blocked the second to sixth floors, then there is little need to go to the second to sixth floors.

   On the contrary, it is the lower level, who came to greet themselves in person, what are you confirming?

  Song Que walked with some doubts.

   The ground floor of this fort is just too beautiful.

  Beautiful just like his childhood fantasy.

   As the future heir of the Song family, Song Que has seen the scene of the bottom class before, and imagined that one day the people at the bottom class can live a comfortable life.

  But when there was a fortress that could see it, Song Que felt something was wrong.

   Where is it?

  With doubts, Song Que walked on the street looking for someone who could settle down.

  Maybe these people can solve their doubts for themselves?

  Thinking about this, Song Que's eyes fell on a family not far away—a family with a child sitting in the yard reading a book.

  It was a boy about ten years old. In about one or two years, I will be sent to the school district to study.

   It was his father who was telling him a story.

  Mother came out with a fruit plate after a while, and the family seemed to be enjoying themselves.

  Song Que was very envious. Thinking of it, he, his elder sister, second sister, and his parents hadn't had such a warm family gathering for a long time.

  Song Que stepped forward and made clear his intention of coming.

  The head of the family is called Lu Chao'an, the child is called Lu Ming, and the hostess is surnamed Wu, without mentioning her name, Song Que called it Mrs. Wu.

   This family of three is extremely common in the ground floor of the Holy Land Fortress.

  When Song Que showed his pass, they also received Song Que very warmly and hospitablely.

   Not long after, Mrs. Wu tidied up Song Que's room.

  Song Que was a little overwhelmed by the simple folk customs.

   Then he discovered that the residence on the ground floor of the Holy Land Fortress was indeed slightly worse than the residence on the second floor of the first fortress.

  But it is not bad at all in other fortresses.

  He even felt that this fortress seemed to have no bottom layer.

  Not staying in the house for long, Lu Chaoan asked:

   "Do you want to come out and eat something?"

   Song Kuang nodded and came to the living room.

  It's lunch time right now, and the quality of the nutrient solution is considered top-notch.

   Song Que sighed:

   "This place is indeed a holy place."

  The child Lu Ming asked:

   "Brother, are you from another fortress?"

   "Yes. My fortress is far from here."

   "Is there a lot of fun in other fortresses?"

   Song Que shook his head and said:

   "Other fortresses... are not as good as this one. People living in this fortress are very happy."

  When Lu Ming heard this, he seemed quite complacent.

  Madam Wu and Lu Chao'an also chatted with Song Que enthusiastically about some topics.

  During the conversation, Song Que finally asked the question he wanted to know.

"Mr. Lu, I have always had a doubt. Like my first fortress, the people at the bottom are still working very hard every day. They basically work in the mining area. Usually, when it is lively, it is at night, but here, I look at the people at the bottom. People seem to be more leisurely?"

  Song Que was convinced that the output value of the tertiary service industry in this fortress was very high. Foreign trade is considered a major income item.

  But there is no industry that can compare with the underlying mineral output.

  Mr. Lu did not act like Zhuo He, he said:

   "Commander Song, we will also mine, but this time it is not our turn."

   "No turn? What does that mean?" Song Que was puzzled.

  Lu Chao'an said proudly:

   "Under Master Zhuo's call, not only the bottom-level people need to mine, but the talented people at higher levels will also participate in mining."

   Song Que was shocked.

   "Think about it, talented people are stronger in the mining area, so they are naturally more efficient.

   And this rotation system also allows everyone to have enough time to rest. We are able to live in such a leisurely way, and we are really grateful to Mr. Zhuo! "

   "I will also become a person like Lord Zhuo in the future!" The child Lu Ming had adoration in his eyes.

   Song Que was completely stunned.

  Talent mining?

  The Holy Land can be so equal, don't the talented people mind?

   This is naturally a good strategy, but Song Que is skeptical about whether it can really be realized.

   If this is indeed the case, why did Zhuo He hide it?

   This is not a secret, it is easy to be asked.

  If it is true that talented people are willing to do what the bottom people do, then the evolution of the civilization of the pyramid is not what it is now.

  Song Que felt that something was wrong, but he really couldn't explain why.

  After lunch, Song Que wandered around the house, and he noticed a photo hanging on the wall.

   What puzzled him a little was that the photo looked smaller.

  The photo frame is obviously bigger than the photo, so the photo is naturally a family of three, and Lu Ming should have been less than ten years old at that time.

  But after not watching for long, Lu Ming asked Song Que to play with him very familiarly.

  Song Que didn't refuse either.

  Playing with innocent children always makes people feel relaxed and happy.

  The ground floor here is nothing like the Thirty-Nine Fortress, Degenerate Street.

   Along the way, Song Que did not have any illegal or illegal underground industries.

  Everyone he saw had a smile on his face.

  There was only one pregnant woman, probably suffering from prenatal depression, and she seemed a little scared, but in the park, her husband was also gently enlightening him.

  These images are beautiful.

  Song Que thought maybe he should visit the mining area? See if, as Mr. Lu said, even talented people will participate in mining.

   He admitted that he was a little oversensitive.

  In fact, Lu Chao'an's explanation is reasonable, but Song Que still feels that something is wrong.

  Thinking about it, he didn't play with Lu Ming for long, and after accompanying Lu Ming to buy some children's toys, he took Lu Ming home.

  Ms. Wu is very sorry that her children actually ask customers to spend money to buy toys.

  But Song Que's simple and honest smile always made people feel at ease, so he couldn't refuse such kindness.

  This scene is so beautiful, whether it is the life of the people, or the hospitality and simple temperament of the people.

Song Que said: "To tell you the truth, I actually came here to bother you, because I wanted to learn how to manage the fortress like Lord Zhuo. After Mr. Lu clarified his doubts, it suddenly became clear. It turns out that there really is such a social system where everyone is equal. Especially in the pyramids, it's really remarkable."

  Ms. Wu's expression was a little unnatural, but she quickly smiled contentedly and said:

   "Yes, we are also very happy living here."

   "Madam Wu, can you tell me about the mining area of ​​your fortress in the mining area, which area belongs to the mining area?"

   "This... I don't know. My husband was worried about me and didn't want me to do heavy work, so he didn't let me go to the mining area, but I have a map of the mining area."

   After Madam Wu finished speaking, she went to get the map.

   Song Que was puzzled for a moment.

  Madam Wu has never been to the mining area—

   Such families are very common, that is to say, there may be many women and elderly people who have never been to mining areas.

  The proportion of these people is not small, even if you rely on talented people to mine, this is too many people missing, right?

  Song Que couldn't believe how many powerful talents there would be in a fortress that hadn't opened up the seventh floor.

   The mining theory of talented people is feasible, but it means sacrificing part of the hunting output value.

   Song Que didn't have doubts for a long time, and soon Mrs. Wu brought a map and pointed out the location to Song Que.

   "This is what my husband said. I haven't been here, but he works here."

   "Okay, thank you, I will go to the mining area later, it is a learning experience."

   "Good sir, then you have to be careful, I heard that the mining area is very dangerous."

   Song Kuang nodded and remembered the location.

  This location is not unfamiliar, it is just a green area known to humans.

  Song Que remembers that he must have been there, but he doesn't remember the scene at that time. Presumably it is not much different from other mining areas.

  What happened today made him confirm that he should go again.

   Later, Song Que went to the teleportation station.

   This point is very similar to the bottom layer of the first fortress and the thirty-ninth fortress.

   During the period when the portable teleportation rift cannot be used, the Holy Land Bastion also follows this rule.

  People go to the mining area and leave the mining area through the teleportation station.

  There are two teleportation stations on the ground floor, but one of them is covered by a huge curtain, which shows that it is malfunctioning and needs to be repaired.

  Song Que followed some other people and entered another portal.

  After arriving at the mining area, Song Que saw the people who were mining.

   There are quite a few people here, apparently a mixed mining area of ​​several forts.

  Song Que looked at it, but he couldn't see the end of the mine vein, and he couldn't be sure which fortress people belonged to the Holy Land Fortress.

  He frowned, and observed along the border.

  He traveled all the way, but he didn't see a few talented people.

   But this is also normal, only non-talented people will come to mine.

   After walking for a long time, Song Que finally met a group of talented people.

   It's just that the result made Song Que not very satisfied. The mining efficiency of these talented people is indeed not low, but it is not too high, and everyone's expression is not very willing, as if they have been assigned to a very humble job.

  What puzzled Song Que the most was that all of these people were talented. Maybe other people just happen to be untalented, and they have no way of recognizing it?

  Song Que returned along the road and was finally convinced of one thing.

   What Lu Chaoan said is true.

   It is true that Holy Land Fortress has arranged for talented people to participate in mining.

  But there is nothing like what Song Que saw, the talented people seem to be lazy. It didn't show much efficiency better than ordinary people.

  Today, Song Que had a lot of doubts.

   But Song Que couldn't deny that the holy land fortress was really like a different kind of fortress.

  People who live in the fortress don't have to worry about heavy mining labor or income.

  Although the mineral production capacity should not be high, the Holy Land Fortress obviously never worried about this issue.

  People can still live happily in the fortress.

  …

  …

  By the time Song Que returned to the Holy Land Fortress, it was already night.

  Lu Chaoan's family naturally invited Song Que to have dinner together.

   From time to time, chat with Song Que about some folk customs in the Holy Land Fortress.

   "I went to the mining area today to have a look. Mr. Zhuo is really amazing. Those who are really talented are mining ore resources with ordinary people. This is unimaginable in other fortresses." Song Que said.

"Yes, you must believe that Lord Zhuo is our savior. He led the Holy Land Fortress to do a lot of reforms. Not only mining, but the people here live and work in peace and contentment, with a kind heart and a very low crime rate." Lu Chaoan introduced Speaking of the Holy Land Fortress, the gratitude on his face did not seem to be fake.

  Song Que finally stopped worrying about the strangeness of this fortress, and started chatting with Lu Chaoan about some anecdotes from various walks of life.

  As the lord of the first fortress and a top student in the Heavenly Chosen Trial, Song Que's knowledge and opinions are much better than ordinary people.

  Lu Chao'an also got a lot of points.

  The whole family is very grateful to Song Que.

   Later, it was time to sleep and rest.

  Ms. Wu coaxed the children and told a long story.

   After Lu Ming fell asleep, Lu Chao'an talked to Mrs. Wu again.

  As a modest gentleman and a single dog, Song Que really doesn't want to hear any conversations that are not conducive to sleep and hurt the body.

   But the sound insulation on the ground floor is really bad, and his five senses are particularly keen.

   Fortunately, nothing unsuitable for children happened. At the back, Mrs. Wu actually went to another room.

  Song Que was a little surprised. Such a happy family actually slept in separate rooms?

   But he didn't pay much attention.

   Lying on the bed, Song Que began to recall what he saw today.

  Although he always had a very strange feeling, he thought about it carefully, and in the end he was willing to believe in all the beauties he saw.

   Stopped at suspicion, but did not really speculate maliciously.

  It’s just your own fortress. Can other fortresses be like holy land fortresses in the future?

  What he heard about the Holy Land Fortress had a big impact on Song Que.

  Humans can live so beautifully in the fortress, probably every lord had a dream when he took over the position of lord, right?

  【Hehehe, you are such an idiot. 】

  Song Que was stunned by the sudden sound from the sea of ​​knowledge.

   Song Que frowned.

   "I remember we reached an agreement, you must not interfere with my thinking until you meet the villain I want to get rid of."

   Didn't make a sound, to communicate with the personality in the sea of ​​consciousness, you only need to think.

  【You have been bound by your narrow and pitiful justice. In this investigation of the holy land fortress, villains are everywhere, and there is no innocent person in the entire fortress, but you turn a blind eye. 】The voice in the sea of ​​consciousness was mocking.

   "What are you talking about? The people here are warm and welcoming, and everyone has a kind nature."

  【Hahahahahahahaha, Song Que, you are really stupid. You obviously have the same wisdom as me, but you have to be limited by all kinds of seemingly beautiful but naive and ignorant expectations.

  Have you really believed in this fortress?

  Is there really a way to make everyone happy in this world? Don't be naive, no matter before entering the pyramid or after entering the pyramid, the survival of human beings will always be based on the happiness of the strong based on the misfortune of the weak. 】

   "Shut up! What are you going to do? If you want me to wear a mask and hurt these innocent people without evidence, I will not agree."

[Tsk tsk, since I have appeared, there is a reason for my appearance. I am another you. You have to admit that without the constraints of justice, morality, rules, feelings, etc., I can see more than you see. more real world. 】

  The gloomy voice said again:

  【Your investigation is over. As Commander Song, you have indeed noticed some useful information, but unfortunately you can't penetrate it. It's time for me to investigate. 】

   Song Que was stunned.

  After a few seconds of silence, the voice from Zhihai appeared again:

  【Come on, put on the mask. Since you are holding it, you must have thought about it, right? Deep down you still doubt this fortress? But you can't get results from asking questions. 】

  Song Que remained silent.

  In the sea of ​​consciousness, there is only vague laughter echoing.

  After a long time, Song Que said:

   "Do not kill."

  【It can’t be done, the agreement between us is not to kill innocent people, but none of the people here is innocent. 】

  Song Que opened the item bag and changed into another outfit. He held the mask but didn't put it on. Instead, he walked to the mirror in the bedroom and said with a cold expression:

   "No killing, I don't want to say it again."

  【What a boring person, how could I be the same person as you? It must be your poor sense of justice that makes you so boring that I was born, right? 】

  Song Que didn't speak, but just stared at his face in the mirror with a stubborn look on his face.

  After a long time, the voice in the sea of ​​knowledge compromised.

【boring! It's boring! I promise you that I won't kill people, but let me declare first that my methods are not refined. 】

   Song Kuang nodded, stared at the mask, and finally put it on slowly.

  The moment I put on the mask, it was like the evil smile on the mask was imprinted in my soul.

   Song Que has undergone tremendous changes.

  …

  …

   Mrs. Wu was not asleep.

  Anyone who is **** with a rope and stared at by a monster wearing a scary mask cannot sleep.

  She wanted to call for help in fear, but was deterred by the evil and magnetic laughter from the strange man's throat.

   "Before this, I have injected sedatives into your husband and child, as well as the outsider. The dose is not too much, and you won't die.

   But I don’t like women yelling in front of me, so—”

   The Masked Man made a hissing gesture.

   "Otherwise you will die, and before you die, you will definitely beg me to kill you."

  Ms. Wu trembled, looking at the mask of the masked monster, but couldn't say a word.

   "Don't be nervous, why are you so serious? Smile, hurry up, smile, or I will cut your mouth."

  Madam Wu squeezed out an ugly smile.

  The masked geek said contemptuously:

   "It's so ugly, can't you make the same fake and disgusting smile in this photo?"

  The weird masked man had an extra photo at some point.

   This is exactly the photo Song Que saw during the day.

   "Look, how happy the family of four are laughing. Seeing you smiling so happily makes me want to laugh."

   Then there was the piercing laughter of the weird masked man.

  Ms. Wu froze when she saw the photo pulled out of the frame.

   "Don't be so scared, shall I tell you an interesting story?"

  "During the day, I saw a pregnant woman with a big belly and a terrified expression, and her husband was next to her."

   "Pregnant women's prenatal depression is at best depressed, but it will not show terror."

   "The husband has guilt on his face, but greed in his eyes."

   "So I was thinking, what are the people in this fortress worried about? Do people still give birth to monsters?"

"Ah...Of course it can't be a monster. Humans can only produce trash, geniuses, and mediocrity. But it makes no sense, doesn't it? In such a fortress where everyone is equal, even if the people born are not talented, there is nothing worth worrying about." wrong?"

  The masked monster has doubts in his eyes, and so does his expression, but the mask can't reflect it.

  Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that maybe he didn't need a mask, he needed makeup, and a clown makeup might be able to better express his emotions.

   "The photo in the photo frame is obviously cropped. Who would be so awkward to put a photo of a wrong size into the photo frame?"

   "Probably because there is an extra person in the photo that shouldn't exist?"

  Mrs. Wu was completely shocked.

  The bad memory resurfaced in the sea of ​​consciousness again.

   "By the way, this expression is right."

  The Masked Man said:

   "I never believed that there would be strong people in this world who were willing to share their resources equally with the weak.

  If everyone can live happily in a world, then who is willing to work hard?

   It is precisely because of the unfairness and cruelty of the world that countless people want to step on others to climb up.

   But this fortress is really unusual. Talented people are swinging mining hoes together with ordinary people. Obviously the expression on his face is so perfunctory, but he still has to force himself to stay with a bunch of miners, time-consuming, really dedicated. "

  Ms. Wu said:

   "You... who the **** are you? What are you trying to say?"

   "Are you also a gifted person?" The masked man suddenly said.

   Madam Wu's eyes widened instantly.

   "Your children, and your husband, are all gifted, right? The entire bottom...no, the entire fortress, there is no one who is not a gifted person, right?"

  Madam Wu shook her head frantically, wanting to deny it.

   The masked man is invisible, as if he just wants to talk to himself and tell himself.

   "The gifted people didn't do anything in the mining area at all, so how did this fortress get the mineral source?"

   "The teleportation station is broken, but no one has repaired it.

  Even at night, it is not more lively than during the day.

  Women are afraid of giving birth to their own children. Avoiding being in the same room as her husband, presumably also has a shadow on this matter?

   A corner of the family photo was torn off, but no one mentioned who passed away.

  So, everything about this fortress is fake, right? You are all gifted, not gifted, where are you going?

   Probably went to another place through another portal, right? "

  The terrifying laughter sounded again. The masked geek smiled and forced Mrs. Wu to look into his eyes.

  That laughter was like knocking on the door, constantly beating on the black box deep in Mrs. Wu's heart.

"Speak out? Instead of living with a sense of guilt, it's better to speak out, don't worry, I promised a boring idiot that I won't kill you. But I belong to the bad guy, and the bad guy is just talking It’s understandable even if it doesn’t count, right?”

   "I hope you will cooperate with me well and let me be an honest bad guy."

  Ms. Wu never thought that a person could make herself feel so much fear just by relying on words, eyes, and weird laughter.

  The weird masked man looked at Mrs. Wu's expression of about to collapse, showed the photo, and said:

   "I already guessed it, but now is your chance to redeem yourself. Tell me, where did the other person in the photo go?"

  Mrs. Wu finally couldn't bear this torture, and wept loudly.

  The masked man slapped him across the face, and the corner of Mrs. Wu's mouth overflowed with blood, and the crying stopped abruptly.

   "Everyone's time is so precious, can you start your performance as soon as possible? That's good. I will cut off one of your fingers for every ten seconds of silence you have."

  The tone seemed to be inviting the other party to play a game, but it was this attitude that made Mrs. Wu feel as if she was suffocating.

  Finally she didn't dare to hide anymore, and said in a crying voice:

   "The missing person in the photo...is my daughter, Lu Lingyi..."

   "So where did she go? Died?"

   Pain appeared on Madam Wu's face again.

  The weird masked man looked at the time impatiently, this action frightened Mrs. Wu and said quickly:

   "She went to the Holy Land...to the Holy Land! Never coming back!"

   "Isn't this the Holy Land?"

   "No...it's another holy land, where there are rich mineral deposits. Suzuki and all the untalented people are locked in there, endlessly digging mines...I haven't seen her for many years."

   "Another holy place? I have to remind you that humans cannot stay in the mining area for seven days. Do you think I am gentle and easy to deceive? It makes me uncomfortable."

  The weird masked man wanted to snap off Mrs. Wu's fingers as he spoke.

   Madam Wu panicked:

   "I didn't lie to you! It's true! People without talent can survive in the mining area forever!

   And this fortress... this fortress..."

   "Go on!"

   "Yes, all the untalented people in this fortress... will be dispatched to the Holy Land, which will never end, to mine mineral resources for the fortress!"

  Even the masked geek, who had always been joking, felt surprised.

  Non-talented people can survive in the mining area for seven days?

   Even those people in the evolution zone don't know this.

  The masked man's tone became a little more brutal:

"That is to say, in this fortress, there is indeed no one who is not talented, because all the non-talented people, after reaching a certain age, they don't even have the opportunity to go to the school district, and they are directly sent to that name." a holy place?"

"Yes, it is."

   "How many years."

"What?"

   "I mean, how many years has this system been in place?"

   "It should be... thirty years?"

   "Tsk tsk tsk, did you hear that, stupid and naive guy, this is really a beautiful castle where everyone is happy and happy, without oppression or exploitation."

  The weird masked man suddenly became happy, as if he was showing off to another person that he had guessed right. Mrs. Wu didn't know who he was talking to.

   It's just the face of the masked monster, although it's hidden by the mask and can't see—

  But Mrs. Wu suddenly felt that those eyes seemed familiar, with a little compassion.

   After a long time, the masked man made a sound, but the voice seemed to have changed its tone, and the masked man's whole temperament also changed.

   "Let me ask you, do you still want to see your daughter again?"

   Today is a big chapter of 9,000 words, and tomorrow should be a big chapter, and I will write the most exciting part as soon as possible~ Don’t rush everyone, I really exhausted my liver.

  (end of this chapter)