At the small station, under the cold and dim lights, the questioning had been going on for nearly an hour. The officer was followed by two other men, a thin man, who seemed to be the officer's guards. One was an ordinary-looking woman with a somewhat pointed face and holding a notepad. The pale gray fountain pen in his hand scribbled on it quickly, recording in detail all the conversations that lasted for nearly an hour.

"That's it, the retrain drove straight from here, and it didn't stop at all. It looks a little strange, there are a lot of square cone-shaped fortress-like things on it, and there seem to be some traces of destruction on it. The Administrator recalled the pitiful memory, and though he had recalled it many times, the officer in front of him kept asking the same thing, digging into the details.

The officer nodded, and the shadow on his face became heavier, like an iron mask enveloping it. Without speaking, everything around them fell silent, and became quiet, only the sound of the wind wafting in, making the place seem a little dark.

The officer thought for a moment, sorting out his thoughts and the details of the entire questioning to see if he had missed anything. Finally, a stiff smile finally appeared on his face, like a melt mark on the top of the steel after heat treatment, and there was no factor in it that made it easy at all.

"Thank you for your cooperation. The officer said that the thin man behind him and the woman with a slightly sharp face also bent down slightly at the same time and said thank you.

By the time the three men left, the Administrator realized that his back was already covered in cold sweat.

"What a 、、、 what a 、、、、," he muttered a few times, but he couldn't think of the right adjective.

The officer, with two of his men, was mounted on a military chariot, which was parked outside the small town and not a single one of them found it.

In the car, the woman with a somewhat sharp face was still writing something on a notepad, probably perfecting the final report.

"Tell the other troops to focus on searching the area between this small town and the foot of the mountain range. The last person left on the list should have left from there. You don't need to block the road, just send someone to keep an eye on it. The goods are still there, and even if there is a loss, there is no need to calculate it at all. The point is to find the main culprits in this matter and figure out what happened to the whole thing. The officer said that the thin man acted as a liaison officer, using a radio device to relay the officer's words.

"And," continued the officer, said unhurriedly, "the people who are waiting at the stations below to receive the retrain would do well not to deal with these matters themselves. The order and location of the rearranged pit stops have to be as concealed as possible. It's not something that can run in the sun, and if it can reduce the probability of appearing in people's eyes, try to reduce it as much as possible. ”

"Before dawn, the retrain should pass through another station. There is not much time, and the people there must be relined to the way they were, and the official number on the car, also spit and old. ”

The information was sent accurately by radio, and it was received by teams working on different things in different places.

At the same time, another team was collecting specific clues along the railway line. Not long ago, they had found a major battlefield after leaving the Snow Peak base, and many empty ships had fallen there, and the corpses had not been dealt with.

At night, they used flashlights and rickshaws to speed all the way on the railway.

"There!" shouted someone, a very observant man with an eerie glow in his eyes. With contact lenses, otherwise there would have been a pair of bright red cross pupils.

Once again, they found the body of a woman, lying in the snow not far from the railway, with a special dagger-style tactical knife stuck in her head.

"People from the Far Sea Commonity. The captain of this team recognized it at a glance, he had a lot of communication with the people of the Far Sea Commons, and he was proficient in the language, "The corpse is wrapped back, especially the tactical knife, it should be possible to find out the owner of this weapon." ”

The captain pondered, and his men were searching the surrounding area, and before long, a jumble of footprints that had not yet been completely covered in snow was discovered, with splattered blood.

"Shovel back. "The captain gave the order simply. The surrounding area was quickly cleared, and they boarded the human-powered railcar again, heading towards the endless front of the railway.

It was about early in the morning, when some light had fallen, and the surroundings were so gray that I could barely see what was around. By this time, they had entered a wilderness, a barren area covered with snow.

An iron plate entered their eyes, and the old butler's face was frozen white, and he was also facing the pale blue and faint clouds drifting in the sky. His scattered eyes opened slightly, as if he had been staring at something.

"Connect to the base and tell the Supreme Commander that the body of the old butler has been found. ”

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It's not early in the morning, because it's winter, and it usually takes place after seven or eight o'clock in the morning until the sky is fully bright. Sodar looked at the clock, the hour hand pointing squarely at four o'clock. He took out a cigarette with body temperature from his bosom, took out one and lit it and smoked it. The fatigue and bitterness that crawled on his face were also greatly reduced in the rising smoke.

He was a porter and worked as a welder at the station. Every time he did the night shift, he would always find a place to sit in his spare time, smoke a few cigarettes, and think about the present. I'm old, but I've never been far yet. From birth to this age, the footprint has always been limited to a few small cities around it. Every time he listened to the passengers on the train, he had never seen any of the novelties in the big city.

Should you go out for a walk? As his thoughts were flying, he felt something in his sensitive ass sitting on the ground. It was a tremor, coming from far away. There must be a train coming into the station, he thought, it's still the kind that is very big and heavy.

It's his personal secret, a pair of butts who sit on the ground all the year round, and they have developed feelings for the ground?

Sure enough, in less than a few breaths, there was a sound of "ba-la-la-la" behind him on the ground with shoes dragging on the ground.

"Sodar, there is a retrain coming, hurry up and prepare tools, the stationmaster said that it will be disassembled and repaired, and there doesn't seem to be much time. ”

"Got it. Sodar sighed, took one last puff of his cigarette, and got up.