The world is changing every day.

Almost no one could detect such a small change of amplitude. There was no deafening roar, nor the shock of the sky and the earth. It seemed like a breeze was caressing by the face, like an ant hiding in the depths of the grass slowly crawling in slightest and unable to touch the mo. The sun rose from the horizon as usual, and the dusk would also come at dusk. Death and life were also repeated in a rigid and mechanical process.

Xijing is a city built on the basis of a small town in the old era. It is located in the cold zone, located on the edge of Siberia, only 74 kilometers away from the northern coast. The surrounding area of ​​the city is densely filled with tall and dense coniferous forests. Its location is far beyond the map of the republic of the old era," which is located in Russia.

War destroyed everything and destroyed the border line that people once regarded as never to give in. The concept of nation and country has long faded, and under the irresistible threat of death, "only survival is the most important priority."

Lin Xiang knew very well that he would never look at wasteland from the perspective of the old era, nor could he use the fixed logic of the past to measure the present. But when he heard the name "Xijing", he would always involuntarily associate it with the old capital in Shaanxi in his mind.

There are no towering ancient city walls here, only cold and tall warning towers made of stone and cement.

There are no bustling markets here, only a few large and medium-sized trade markets in various residential areas of the city.

The overall urban planning 1 tends to develop in a fortification, with low houses on both sides of the streets, and permanent fortifications guarded by soldiers can be seen everywhere. From time to time, armored vehicles and fully armed soldiers pass by the "cloths worn by civilians" on the streets, and their sè lines are basically the same as those of military uniforms.

The scale of Xijing is much larger than that of Tiefeng City, and can even be compared with Xinjing. Although it is not as prosperous as the capital of the Republican Army, the people coming and going have a clear ease and release on their faces.

The looting incident at the logistics base has been reported to the Political Supervision Commission and the Third Army Command respectively. Due to the location of the region and the intentional delay in the information exchanges between the 34th Infantry Division, the latter was the first to respond to this. As an important person involved in the case, Lin Xiang was also taken to Xijing at the first time to be investigated by the Army Commander Headquarters.

Lin Xiang had a very real feeling that he was very close to Qi Yue.

The development of the incident is proceeding in the same way as in advance.

There is no basis, and there is no actual information for reference. Lin Xiang relies entirely on the emotional changes of the people around him, as well as the words he caught with his eyes and made a judgment.

Of course, what is more important is the thinking consciousness that comes from the core part of the brain, or the ability to perceive things that have not yet appeared. Although it is very vague and there is no evidence obtained, the sense of direction that comes entirely from the subconscious mind is clearer than ever.

Captain Sock once said that Lieutenant Colonel Claude's superpower is called "premonition".

Lin Xiang didn't know whether he had truly inherited Claude's superpowers. Is the vague judgment really the reality that may appear in the future? The difference between a saint and a prophet lies in omnipotence and prediction. But he didn't know why, he always felt that when he was helpless, there seemed to be an indescribable force in the dark, guiding himself to move slowly in an unpredictable direction.

Perhaps, this is the reality that humans must face and accept in the process of evolution over billions of years.

The reception office of the Army Command is a "."-shaped building surrounded by four sides. The outside of the three-story building is surrounded by thick and tall walls, and the roof rack does not have a powerful dual-mounted cannon. "Entering and leaving the staff must undergo careful and cumbersome identity review. Here, you cannot feel the special treatment of the "received" people in the old era, which is more like a whitewashed and disguised prison.

The room where Lin Xiang lives is located in Room 204, Dog, east of the complex. It has been six days since he came here.

Maybe it was because of the identity of the political and supervisory committee member! He was not verbally scolded by the controller, and his tone of conversation was quite calm. Although the food type was monotonous, he could eat enough and even enjoy the extremely luxurious treatment of taking a bath. The only thing that made people feel uncomfortable was probably that there was no entertainment and could only stay in a room with an area of ​​more than ten square meters, except sleeping and sitting in a quiet place.

The world outside the window was gradually becoming bright from darkness. With his hands crossed, he hugged in front of him, looking at the sky still shrouded in the dark by radiant clouds, Lin Xiang shook his head calmly, as if he was thinking, and as if he was silently brewing something in melancholy and deep.

No one has ever interrogated himself, which should be good news.

Even though a regiment commander was shot, the Western Military Region could not directly shoot itself. Any retaliation must first consider whether it would cause a strong reaction from Xinjing. Of course, out of balance, exchanging public executions of several culprits with each other was common even in the old days. However, before the execution, at least some information available for exploitation should be obtained from the mouth of the deceased.

Half an hour ago, a second lieutenant brought himself breakfast under the escort of two armed soldiers with live ammunition, and a cold message without any emotion.

"Please prepare" in two hours, the headquarters will send a car to pick you up."

There are no honorifics that I often hear in the Second Infantry Regiment, nor more content required in the notification, only the destination I should go to. Everything is as vague as the judgment of my thinking consciousness, and I cannot catch it. But no matter what, I have no choice but to accept it.

The car is a "Warrior Five" off-road jeep commonly used by the military in the old era. The carriage is equipped with thick bulletproof steel plates. The surrounding windows are welded with all-steel partitions with the thickness of the arm, and the entire carriage is like a huge sturdy cage. In addition, there are two armored vehicles carrying twelve combatants in front and back.

Obviously, the "second lie is withdrawing the lie" is not a normal pick-up or drop-off at all, but a "escort" to the heavily sentenced prisoners.

With a faint smile, Lin Xiang bent down and walked into the carriage with the same silence as before, calmly watching several soldiers clasping the iron bolts on the car door, waiting outside the steel cage as if they were facing a great enemy.

Those cold and black guns were always aimed at the vital parts of his body, and did not dare to shift them at all.

Lin Xiang really wanted to tell them that doing a party like this has no effect on him, and only two fingers are needed, and these steel bolts will be broken by extremely violent force. The strong cage in front of him is like paper, and it will burst and collapse in an instant. As for those guns aiming at him...

If you have to play a game between survival or death, the Nine Star Parasite's dodge speed is several times greater than that of the bullet's flight.

The convoy was not moving fast on the street. The driver drove very calmly. The tires rolled over the uneven ground and could only cause a slight shock. Lin Xiang leaned against the cabin baffle, "the eyes kept shaking with his body. Gradually, the reception desk, like a prison, slowly disappeared from his sight. When the off-road vehicle stopped heavily, the steel cage bolt was pulled away again, a gray-black low building also appeared in front of him.

Walking up the steps, I was stared at by pairs of strange eyes, passing through layers of defensive posts, repeatedly verified my identity four times, and finally entered an empty and huge room.

The area here covers at least hundreds of square meters and the floor height of more than eight meters makes the whole room look extremely huge. It is precisely because of this. Although there are a lot of furniture in the house, it still gives people an overly simple feeling. Facing the north side of the door, there is a desk mixed with steel and wooden structures. A tall middle-aged man is sitting on a chair to review documents. A yellow five-star red flag symbolizing the Red Republican Army was hung on the wall behind him.

The soldier responsible for escorting up his hands and saluted with a pious face. The man behind the desk did not look up, but seemed to feel their movements. He nodded slightly and said in a deep, heavy, and unique voice with a charming charm: "Let him sit down" and wait for me to finish the matter on my hand first."

Leave, close the door until the dull footsteps in the corridor gradually fade away. Lin Xiang still had an uncertain trance.

The man on the chair was wearing a military combat suit. His shoulders were very wide. He "tightly wrapped around the high elastic fabric of his body, and his hard and solid muscles were raised. His hair was trimmed very short, standing upright like a steel needle, but his face was a little white. The simple and rough facial contour made the whole person look full of strength. Perhaps in order to confirm this conjecture, a biological magnetic field aura that was powerful enough to reach the nine-star parasite was irresistible from his body, and in a form that could not be seen through by the naked eye but actually existed, silently coiled around it like a hidden dragon.

It was only now that Lin Xiang finally understood the real reason why those guards left him alone. An ordinary person without any breath, although his identity information shows that he has a certain degree of evolutionary power, he will never pose a threat to the powerful Nine-Star Parasite.

The middle-aged man wore an extremely eye-catching general badge on both sides of his shoulders. This is also the member of the Red Republic Army with the highest military rank that Lin Xiang had seen outside Xinjing.

Lin Xiang's pupils were full of indifference, and he didn't even notice that his body was trembling involuntarily. His brain was spinning rapidly. "Repeatedly searching for all useful information that matched reality from those long-closed memories.

Gradually, the hairstyle, facial contour, and body appearance all kinds of tiny details are real and the scene captured by the eyes.

That's Qi Yue.

A surge of surging and frenzied blood "rushes over the head like a fountain. The strong boom of consciousness" made Lin Xiang feel dizzy. He reached out and pulled a chair from the side to sit down, desperately controlling the yu-watching deep in his heart that he wanted to rush over. Despite this, under the violent nerve traction, the muscles of the body were still slightly undulating, as if they could expand and jump at any time.

Even himself could not hide this emotional change from the heart. Unlike the last time he saw Fang Yujie in Xinjing City, at that time, he had enough consciousness and preparation for the known objects that might appear. Now Qi Yue's appearance was completely unexpected," it was too sudden.

The change from opposite the desk was noticed by the middle-aged man. He slowly raised his head and looked at Lin Xiang with a little suspicion. The moment when the two pupils met,

Lin Xiang confirmed again—

I have been looking for friends for more than a century, right in front of me.

This should not be a cultured person made by using the Qiyue gene. Due to the cost and instability of biological proteins, the replica individuals mass-produced by the Red Republic Army cannot have a normal life span of humans. Their survival time ranges from about three to five years. Of course, there are special examples of the Skeleton Knights' large-scale manufacturing of advanced materials, or the individual cases produced by Liu Yuchen in the form of a mother's embryo, and he was also a blood transformation after he was transformed. Just considering the actual environmental and political factors, a powerful nine-star parasitism-level replica Qiyue, which is not the result that the rulers are willing to see for the New Beijing or the Third Army.

Of course, this is just speculation and not 100% certain. Everything in this world has chances and necessities, and even a 0.1% error probability may evolve into reality.

"Don't be so nervous and relax. There are tea and boiling water on the table over there. If you need it, just do it yourself."

Qi Yue seemed to have seen this kind of scene. He looked at Lin Xiang calmly, pointed to the coffee table placed on the right side of the room and lowered his head again, focusing all his attention on the document that had not yet been approved.

Two completely different reactions - Qi Yue was obviously not shocked by his appearance.

Such changes are completely reasonable. Whether in Xinjing or the Western Military Region, Lin Xiang has seen a copy of the same appearance as himself more than once. They are ordinary officers. Regardless of whether the Red Republican Army has copied its own practices in large quantities, it is really useful for combat and morale enhancement. From the perspective of Qi Yue, it is not worth making a fuss about the number of people who have long known that their identity is the copying person.

The process of shock, joy, shock, and ordinary emotional changes are like a skateboard falling straight down from the storm. As the uneven bo waves are slowly pushed to the shore, and when everything returns to stability, there will be no movement again.

After thinking about this clearly, Lin Xiang mopped out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He took a deep breath, leaned back on the back of the chair, silently staring at the familiar and strange general in front of him.

Time passes slowly in silence.

There was no question or expected words to be said." This surprised Qi Yue a little. He raised his head again, looked at Lin Xiang, who was shrouded in white smoke, took a pen cover from the side, closed the documents, put them flat on the table with his hands, frowned slightly, and stared at the political and supervisory committee member who was obviously a bit different from ordinary people.

"I want to hear your explanation."

It was so sharp that it glanced and swept across Lin Xiang in an instant.

"I just did what I should do. The soldiers of the Republican Army were not half-hungry refugees in the wilderness."

Lin Xiang overlapped and gently flicked the ashes. His eyes emitting a strange and distant light in the depths of darkness that were away from the light.

Qi Yue was slightly stunned.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that the person sitting in front of him was vaguely familiar. It was not the arrogant tone when he spoke, but the movement of smoking and body cooperating with each other, as if

...A link in my mind that should have been forgotten long ago is slowly unfolding.

It's so similar, the two people are almost exactly the same.

After a moment, Qi Yue couldn't help but feel a little funny about this sudden idea. The person died a hundred years ago, and the living were all replica individuals produced by genes. The movements were occasionally similar, which is not surprising.

He shook his head with self-deprecating shaking his head, Qi Yue's gaze gradually became cold: "Since that's the case, why should friends refuse the officers who went to the logistics base to collect supplies?"

"I am the political commissar of the Second Infantry Regiment. Those people do not belong to the Second Infantry Regiment."

Lin Xiang had a very good reason. His chun corner bent upwards, and a faint smile appeared. The ridicule was filled with a bit of unconcealed arrogance, but he did not obey power or strength.

That person, at that time, even when facing the minister, had the same face and the same expression

After rubbing the corners of his eyes hard, Qi Yue was very strange. He actually had a strange and trance-like mind at this time. He had never seen a copyist who used gene production. No matter what aspect, those guys were all unfair strangers. But now

.Why do I feel very familiar with him?

“This is not a reason.”
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