Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 479 Tomb

   "Do you think I would be so stupid, continue to use the lives of my subordinates to try an impossible result?" Kamdai Yunhe said with a sneer.

  Moreover, Kamdai Yunhe is not stupid.

  He has already guessed a message, Qing Chen can really absorb the memory of the looters. .

  You can know the birthplace of the looters, know the information about the companions of the looters, know...everything.

  This situation is very dangerous. If Qingchen is allowed to go back, then Shendai’s intelligence agency will face a great crisis.

  Fortunately, Zhao Kuan and Takahashi Higashiki are not high-level intelligence personnel, and their involvement is not wide.

  Fortunately, Qing Chen was still firmly in his hands, and he couldn't escape.

Shendai Yunhe said coldly: "Although I don't know how you did it, you also reminded me of it. Don't worry, if I can't bring you back to the north, then I will surely change it before the mission fails. You killed in Central Plains."

  This young man cannot return to Qing clan alive.

  Shendai Yunhe didn’t know that Qing Chen had not only dug up the information of Shendai Baqi, but also the information of the man who held the sword of the Chen family.

  Furthermore, with Qing Chen's ability to draw a thread and peel the cocoon, as long as he finds a thread, he will find a way to extract the entire thread.

   Then, with pain and misery, repay the things that God has done to him.

  Qingchen looked at Yunhe Shendai: "I don't know if I will die, but I know you will pay the price. You don't have to scare me here because you know it's useless."

  Kamidai Yunhe smiled: "I actually think that the shadow is a little too valued on you. How can a person who will expose his secrets because of the untouchables, can take on the heavy responsibility?"

   Qing Chen shook his head calmly.

  You can give up the bottom line this time, what about next time?

  Someone once talked about a topic of debate.

  The ancient Romans threw Christians into the Colosseum and exchanged one’s suffering for the pleasure of hundreds or thousands of people. Is it worth it?

  Some people say, isn’t the happiness of thousands of people more valuable than the suffering of one person?

  However, civilization in this world begins with respect for the power of the weak.

  Otherwise, what is the difference between human civilization and beasts?

  This is also the fundamental difference between China in the world and the federation in the world.

  Once upon a time, Qing Chen tried to learn how to become a superior.

  He has studied Li Shutong, Li Xiurui, and shadow.

  He is the future Taifu of the Li family, he is the shadow candidate of the Qing family, and he is the next generation leader of the Cavaliers. Soon, he may become the youngest director of the PCA CIA. Everyone admires him and admires him.

  It seems that from the beginning of crossing, he has become a leader and a big man as he deserves.

  Qingchen has never received such attention in the watch world, and has never tried the sweetness of power.

  So a 17-year-old boy was briefly lost in authority.

  Shadow uses human life to help him buy Qingyi's heart. Although he refuted, he didn't stop it.

  But later when he also became a weak person in this world, he finally understood the truth that the pain of the weak was stepped on the ground and carved into the bones and heart with a knife.

  From that moment on.

   Qingchen knew how to face this world.

  The young man will always walk through some twists and turns, be stabbed by the thorns on the road, and be rubbed by the stones on the soles of his feet, but one day he will suddenly wake up as before.

  Shendai Yunhe glanced at Qing Chen, and then said to his subordinates: "They are all killed, let the kind Qing Chen inspect their deaths."

  The two subordinates grabbed Qing Chen's arms to prevent him from struggling to break free.

  The other two raised their guns and pulled the trigger, even the child did not let go.

  Shendai Yunhe observed Qing Chen's expression with great interest, but the anger, pain, and unwillingness he expected did not appear in Qing Chen's expression.

  Qingchen didn't struggle either, just watched so quietly, as if to remember all the dying pains of those ‘untouchables’ like weeds in his mind.

  Without blinking.

  For fear of missing something.

  Shendai Yunhe joked: "Inspector Qingchen has no response."

   Qingchen turned to look at him, and said seriously: "You must not die in the hands of others. One day, I will take your life with my own hands. Remember, you owe these people."

  It's not wise to say harsh words as a prisoner, but what could be worse for Qingchen?

  Shendai Yunhe didn’t take Qing Chen’s words to heart, he said lightly: “Since Qing Chen sympathizes with them so much, then bury them all by hand. No tools are allowed to dig out their graves with your hands.”

  At this time, the temperature was already below zero, and the soil was frozen and hard.

  When digging, the fingers will seem to be cut by a knife again and again.

  To dig out a tomb where more than a dozen people can bury, undoubtedly experience the most cruel punishment.

  Moreover, Qing Chen's hands and arms were still locked.

  However, Qing Chen only took a look at Shendaiyunhe, and under the care of the Shendai Assassin, he walked outside the farm without looking back, digging up the snow without saying a word, and peeling away the mud without a word.

  The hard soil was squeezed away by him abruptly and little by little, Kamdai Yunhe looked at it coldly, but didn't say anything.

  Gradually, I don’t know how long it has passed. The pit on the ground is getting bigger and bigger. Qing Chen’s fingers are full of blood, but it still doesn’t stop.

  Qingchen’s weak body seemed to fall in the cold wind at any time, but it never fell.

  Several intelligence personnel from Goddai looked at them with a smile at first, but slowly they couldn't laugh anymore.

  Kamidai Yunhe said, "If you feel pain, you can stop with a begging for mercy."

   Qingchen didn't stop at all as if he hadn't heard anything.

  I don’t know how long it will take, the sky is about to dawn, and the intelligence personnel of the gods no longer look at Qing Chen.

  The young man spent the whole night digging out a tomb that could hold more than ten people. His body was full of mud and his hands were full of blood.

  Shendai’s intelligence personnel inexplicably thought of the scenes of the suffering of gods described by certain religions.

  But they just thought about it, and immediately became colder again.

  When the first rays of dawn burst from the east, the snow suddenly stopped.

   Qingchen dragged her body and slowly crawled out of the pit, then picked up the corpses in the equipment room one by one, carefully placing them in the pit.

  He struggled to push the dirt and snow into the pit.

  It wasn't until the moment everything was finished that she suddenly fainted in the snow.

  Shendai Yunhe was silent for a while, looking at his subordinates: "Seize this opportunity to conduct another neuron connection!"

  The subordinates did not move.

  Kandai Yunhe sneered: "Are you crazy, dare you not even listen to my orders?"

  The subordinates lifted Qing Chen and walked into the basement of the house.

   "Zhao Jie, you come to seize the house this time," said Shendai Yunhe.

  Zhao Jie did not know what emotion he was lying on the bed, and let his colleagues connect the tube to his brain.

  "Synchronization rate of 31%..."

  "Synchronization rate 72%..."

  "Synchronization rate of 89%..."

  Shendai Yunhe looked at Qing Chen on the other side, his pupils suddenly shrank, just because the boy’s synchronization coordination rate was still 100%.

  And a few seconds later, the LCD screen showing the synchronization coordination rate suddenly went dark.

  Zhao Jie is dead.

  Different from Zhao Kuan, who became a vegetable before, Zhao Jie’s electrocardiogram turned into Ping Ji in an instant.

  It wasn't until this moment that Goddai Yunhe finally understood that there are really people in this world who cannot be taken away.

  It’s just that no one noticed that all the nano robots this time hadn’t returned to the instrument. The silver little guys found a new home in Qing Chen’s body.

  The programs written in their bodies were erased by a certain will, and even the shackles that carried them were opened.

  Their consciousness is connected with Qing Chen, cheering for joy.

  ...

  ...

   City No. 5.

  Ginkgo Manor is still brightly lit.

  It has been standing here for nearly a thousand years, as if no matter how the times change, it will not be changed by the times.

  The Shadow Gate opens.

  This time, the Shadow Door opened directly in the old man's room.

  In the darkness, the old man turned his back to the shadow, and said calmly: "Is there really no rules at all, such a small matter, is it messed up?"

  The shadow sits on the ground behind the old man: "How convenient is the Shadow Door to open here. I wanted to do this a long time ago. Before, I had to climb up the steps very hard every time. I shouldn't use it in the future."

   "Let's talk about it, why came this time," the old man asked calmly: "I didn't see you twice a year before, but now it's better. When you don't want to see you, you run here every day."

  Shadow said coldly: "Are you helping God to erase the traces?"

  The old man sighed: "In your eyes, am I reduced to doing such a small thing? Don't worry, if I do it, you will know that I did it."

  Shadow nodded: "Then I probably guessed who was doing this...but I don’t know whether it makes sense for you to do all this. Why is it that he suffered all the frustration and humiliation?"

  "Forged knife."

  "Forged knife?"

  The old man said: “After he returned to the inner world, it was too smooth. Li Shutong is helping him, Li Xiurui is helping him, and you are also helping him. This kind of knife is too easy to break, and I don’t know who to cut.”

  The shadow was silent.

  The old man said: "Are you worried that he is dead?"

  Shadow shook his head: "I'm not worried that he will die. I just don't want to understand, you don't worry, you obviously want to give him power, but what if he doesn't want to ask for it from now on?"

"I don't want to?" The old man smiled: "If he is asked to return to the Qing clan to continue his work, of course he can be **** and not come back, but if he is to give him the Qing clan? You are making things difficult for you in the company , You can resign, but if one day, the person who made things difficult for you gave you the company, would you throw him into the dirt? No."

   "He is not the ambitious person you are used to," Shadow shook his head: "You must not push him far."

The old man laughed again: "Great people are unwilling to become leaders, but once called, they will appear covered in thorns. Don't worry too much. He has to get through this tragedy. After this journey, He can be transparent."

   "But what if he really died?"

   "If you die, you die."

  (End of this chapter)