MTL - Dark Moon Era-Chapter 757 The final key

  Chapter 758 The final key

  Dark room, the only light source is the projection in front of you.

  As the picture changes, the light beam before the projection fluctuates, and the boring little flying insects and dancing dust chase the light beam, bringing a little bit of relaxation to the silent and depressive atmosphere in the room.

   Depressed? Perhaps the first impression is not so.

  At least the teenager watching the movie was very calm. He sat on the soft sofa in a comfortable posture, and his expression did not change much from beginning to end.

  Only occasionally, he would light a cigarette. Let the light blue smoke cover his expression, and the indeterminate cigarette butts seemed to swallow all his emotions.

  Occasionally, he would unceremoniously take the hip flask from the man next to him and take a sip, but it was just a sip.

  Beside his legs, two fat white girls with pink jade carvings were sleeping soundly.

  On his left hand, a beautiful girl is slightly leaning on his shoulder, holding his hand from time to time, as if giving him support and strength.

  The atmosphere between the man who was robbed of him and him is actually very harmonious, harmonious with a little warmth and concern.

  Because the man will look at his side face from time to time, his eyes are full of appreciation and expectation, and there is a trace of satisfaction.

  Like the satisfaction that a father looks at his son.

Of course, besides this, there is a billowing octopus lying on his other shoulder. The octopus is very human-like, but maybe because it is an octopus, it is not interested in the content of the projection, and it sleeps. Finished.

  Just in this sleep, the octopus did not forget to hold his neck tightly with three tentacles.

  As if he was the treasure that the octopus lost and recovered.

  What a beautiful scene, others can tell at a glance that these people may not be a family, but such a silent night of watching movies naturally brings out the atmosphere that a family should have.

  It’s just that the projected content is not so disgusting.

   ‘pop’, flicking his fingers, a ray of flame appeared between Tang Ling’s fingers, and he lit a cigarette again.

  This is what he thinks at the moment.

  After returning from the fragments of time and space, one of the most beautiful and peaceful nights, but it was used to see such an infuriating scene.

  Of course, one must also be thankful that he was watching under such circumstances, otherwise Tang Ling asked himself that he could not be so calm.

  What is the projected content? Actually it is not a secret.

  Some of them are the content that most people have seen after entering the new era, about underground races and super fierce beasts.

  But no one cares. When the sky falls, there is a tall man against it. What does the Iron Blood City do?

  But others are top secrets that only members of the Spark Brigade have seen, such as the scene where the human spy risked his death to take secret pictures.

  Tang Ling watched a little later, but after all, he received the same information with his contemporary geniuses.

  In silence, the projection finally ended.

  The light came on with a ‘pop’, except that the two dumplings and Monty were stimulated by the sudden light, and hummed a few times in dissatisfaction. No one spoke.

   After knowing that Tang Ling had returned, Boss Huang pulled Tang Ling excitedly, and his incoherent words shocked Tang Ling.

  But in the end, he still refused to give Tang Ling the answer directly.

   Just like the strange middle-aged man in the projection, he was excited but excited, but he did not agree to boss Huang, only that he could not decide things alone, and let boss Huang wait.

  Boss Huang can only wait willingly.

  But Tang Ling was definitely not willing to be fooled. From the time he walked out of the No. 17 security zone, he had been fed up with this state of being tightly wrapped in secrets, but could not see clearly. He had to ask clearly.

  He knew that he seemed to be responsible, but no fool would take responsibility without knowing anything.

   Anyway, Tang Ling said so to Boss Huang.

  So Boss Huang took out these projections. He said to Tang Ling, "I'll talk about it after you read it. I don't like to explain the ins and outs."

  Now that the projection has been finished, Tang Ling is not in a hurry to ask. After being silent for nearly half a minute, it was Boss Huang who spoke first: "Are you interested in going out for a walk?"

   "Okay, wait a few minutes for me." Tang Ling picked up two glutinous rice **** while talking, and took the two little girls who had fallen asleep and refused to wake up back to their room. Putting them on the bed, pulling on the quilt, they couldn't help squeezing their faces.

  Bi An lay on Tang Ling’s shoulders, watching this warm and natural scene, I don’t know why he took the initiative to talk about the "taboo" that was almost never mentioned between the two: "When I was young, it was the same?"

   Tang Ling didn't look back, but smiled naturally: "Yes. Speaking of which, I still seem to be able to smell a certain smell."

   "Dried venom?" Higan also smiled.

   "Hmm." Tang Ling's voice was very soft. He once thought that the life in the colony was far away, but in fact it was the imprint of the soul, never far away.

  As long as there is a trigger, everything at that time will come back, including the lingering fragrance of dried clover, the simple but clean and tidy bed.

  That was the beginning of him and the other side.

  The two were silent for a while, and Tang Ling tore Monty off his shoulders. Monty woke up and expressed strong dissatisfaction.

   "Tonight you can stay with the other side." Tang Ling patted Monty's head and said.

  Monti’s round eyes immediately narrowed into crescent moons, and the eight tentacles of joy all held the arm of the other side.

  Bianan slapped Monty helplessly, but she didn't dislike the intimacy of this little octopus. She just said to Tang Ling: "Go, boss Huang is waiting for you."

  **

  The night is already late.

  Tang Ling and boss Huang are wearing short black cloaks, hoods covering their heads, and masks walking side by side on the streets of Dark Harbor.

  After all, it was night, and the street after a shower of rain was very quiet. It seemed that the footsteps of Boss Huang and Tang Ling were slightly abrupt.

  From a distance, Boss Huang glanced at the street where the Mengke restaurant was located. Compared with the street where he and Tang Ling were, the street was brightly lit, and noisy noises could be faintly heard standing here.

  Boss Huang couldn't help but smile, smiling very contentedly.

"Don't go there?" Tang Ling didn't say it through seeing through. Boss Huang and Qinggu used to be separated by a layer of yarn forever. Both of them used exaggerated ways to perform at both ends of that layer of yarn, but there was nothing. The interest in ripping the yarn.

  But today, it is natural for them to care about each other and care about intimacy.

  "Don't go." Boss Huang shook his head and retracted his gaze. He and Qing Aunt were reunited, and the whole reason was not that he broke down today. Qing Aunt couldn't help but feel distressed.

  But—knowing that I will sacrifice.

  Since this is the case, there are not many days left in life, so what is the delay? When he and Qing Gu reached this age, they already knew too much. The two finally had a tacit understanding to tear off that layer of yarn.

  "Go underground?" Tang Ling thought Boss Huang would find a place with wine and talk slowly. After all, men’s talk is generally ignited in such an atmosphere and drunkenness.

  And underground? Tang Ling remembered the passionate arena, the clown who always had a passionate commentary, and the drunken dream that never seemed to sleep.

  "Don't go." Boss Huang also shook his head.

  Tang Ling doesn't ask any more, just do it whatever, hope Boss Huang will not go crazy and climb on someone else's roof for a night chat.

  **

  Long chain, wide, allows a strong man to walk without obstacles, and there is still space left.

  This chain is the symbol of the dark harbor, connecting the ‘island’ with the ship.

   also divides the Dark Harbor into two hierarchical classes. Those who can live on the island are the strong, and most people can only live on that huge ship.

  Tang Ling never thought that Boss Huang would bring him here to talk-Chain Bridge.

   Let's call it that way.

  The dark port has the rules of the dark port. Tang Ling thought that choosing to talk here might take a bit of trouble.

  But I don’t know what privileges Boss Huang has. Anyway, he brought Tang Ling to the bridge naturally and easily.

  In the middle of the bridge, Boss Huang sat down, and Tang Ling also sat next to Boss Huang.

   is not considered a violent sea breeze, but with the unique coolness of the night, it blows the cloaks of the two people hunting, but the sound is soon drowned by the sound of the waves that are hundreds of meters away from their feet.

  However, it does not affect the conversation.

   Boss Huang took out two jugs of wine from his arms, handed Tang Ling a jug, and then lit another cigarette, looking at the distant sea in silence, his expression seemed to be remembering something.

   Tang Ling shook his feet, but did not disturb Boss Huang.

  The night is long, and he is not in a hurry.

  "What do you think?" After about two minutes, boss Huang spoke first.

  "Do you mean the ones you saw tonight?" Tang Ling sneered unconsciously.

   "Hmm." Boss Huang didn't seem to be answering Tang Ling's confusion, but he seemed to come to ask Tang Ling questions.

  Tang Ling did not rush to answer, but picked up the hip flask on hand, taking one sip, another sip.

  The spicy wine entered the throat, and immediately radiated a strong enthusiasm. It burned from the throat to the stomach, making the brain warm up.

  From the safety zone No.17 to the present, nearly four years have passed, and I have experienced a lot.

  Everything that seems to be unrelated, scattered like a fog, and full of suggestive words, can finally be connected and read now.

  Tang Ling likes deduction, but standing on such a big picture, it is the first time to deduct everything.

  That might as well assume boldly.

  "Underground races have long infiltrated human forces. Human beings have internal traitors." This is the first sentence Tang Ling said, the most superficial analysis.

   Boss Huang did not interrupt Tang Ling, but with a cigarette between his fingers, he took a deep look at Tang Ling.

   "The whole thing is incomprehensible. Why do you want to help foreign races? Become a traitor to humans." Tang Ling shook his head.

   "You seem to understand a lot." Boss Huang turned his head, thick smoke came out of his nose, but he couldn't see the fluctuations in his heart.

   "Well, I understand. Today's projection is the last closed loop of the whole reasoning. It fully explains all the logic." Tang Ling put the flask away and lit a cigarette.

   "Explain in more detail." Boss Huang urged.

"Purpose, what has always puzzled me is the purpose! Although there are sporadic speculations, there is a lack of key evidence." Tang Ling does not have to sell off in front of Boss Huang. Boss Huang should have known everything for a long time. prove.

  "What is the history of mankind? From the perspective of pre-civilization, after sitting at the top of the biological chain, it is a complicated history of internal fighting."

  "To evaluate the core of these struggles with a simple look, it is actually nothing more than human desires-resources, power, greater freedom, and so on."

   "I don't comment on these. But in any case, these drives are not enough to make humans willing to cooperate with foreigners, unless it is a matter of life and death."

   "Hmm, yes." Boss Huang agreed.

   "But there is no life-or-death matter. At least the underground races have not shown an overwhelming advantage over humans. And that traitor has all the resources and power, what are they for?" Tang Ling frowned slightly. Then he said: "In addition, the pressure of life and death may cause some people to kneel down, but many people are not willing to kneel down? Not to mention the strong will not give in. The **** force is so powerful, they do not lack the strong."

   "It seems that you already have a firm guess." Boss Huang's tone was calm.

   "The Star Council, it couldn't be more obvious. Isn't it?" Tang Ling's tone became colder.

  "What's their purpose?" Boss Huang's tone also became hasty.

  "Stealing humans, to be precise, stealing human gene chains." Tang Ling answered simply.

  "The underground race is like this, why do you think the Star Council is the same?" Boss Huang didn't give Tang Ling time to stop.

  "Very simple, I killed the former Dragon Twelve. Later, there was a team of monsters similar to Dragon Twelve. They have been cooperating with the underground race ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Tang Ling's tone became very positive.

  "Where did they penetrate?" Boss Huang's tone became extremely serious.

   "It's terrible. And this thing has been going on all the time." Tang Ling looked at the sea, and past events emerged one by one, Security Zone No. 17, the Anse family.

"Even a small No. 17 security zone, they have already begun to infiltrate. My intelligence is limited, but I estimate that at least 30% of their agents will have no surface in this era." Tang Ling The answer was quick.

  All things are connected in series, and all doubts have finally landed, but are things clear? No!

  Boss Huang smiled and looked at Tang Ling with satisfaction. This kid, this kid is far more horrible than the previous leader.

  He is only 19 years old, and the future is promising.

  But Tang Ling didn’t mean to laugh at all. He looked at Boss Huang and said word by word: “So, why does the Star Council steal the human gene chain? They are also human forces.”

   "In fact, from the overall situation, you don't need to be so radical to start a decisive battle against the underground races. But why is it so urgent?"

  (End of this chapter)