The ground floor blocks the border, Canaan, the entrance, and the cold hall of the silence.

It is completely different from the expected city of criminals, with no trace of dirty and messy signs on the walls.

If you want to say anything, you will only feel cold as if you were a prison.

It seems that you are not entering a city of freedom, but a dark cage.

The huge hall used to be able to line up for review and entry and exit, but now it is empty. At the only open entrance, there is only a lonely table.

"It's so deserted."

The cottage in the forest sat in front of the table, exhaling a hot air, and his smile blurred in the rising breath: "It's really not easy to find you here, why be so autistic?"

And behind the table, the slightly old fat man sat under the spotlight, glanced at the visitor in front of him, and said without any politeness: "What are you doing?"

"The messenger, representative, or debt collector... as much as you like."

The small house in the forest turned around and looked at the cameras that had been locked on him since he stepped into the hall. It seemed as if you could see the faces staring at him behind the screen. He suddenly smiled: "Not mentioning the connection between the Lin family and Canaan, I remember that my ninth brother has been away from the limelight for a long time, right?

You shouldn't be unaware of who I am."

The examiner had no expression on his face, as if he hadn't heard it, and just stretched out his hand: "Where is the certificate?"

A piece of iron was thrown on the table, looking like a machine part from where it came from. It was shaped like a dial.

As an exception hidden among countless borders, Canaan's existence itself is a variable independent of the regulation of the Grand Secretariat, like a satellite that can freely adjust its orbit.

The former ideal country laid its foundation and gave it the independence of the astronomical society in order to be in the future.

This is the legacy of the former Green Day plan.

It is the cantilever of the present realm and the fulcrum of the lever. Only with this basis can it be possible to pull out the target hell from the depth, capture it with the gravity of the present realm, and complete the transformation of borderline.

Unfortunately, it never came in handy until the end. By now, it has become a shadow of the present situation, and a lawless place that makes the governor helpless.

Even Green Sun reviews outsiders as strict as possible, and it is impossible to enter and exit freely.

What the hut in the forest is the emblem given by Liu Dongli, a crucial certificate for entering Canaan.

Unfortunately, Liu Dongli no longer responds to external messages.

Since four days ago, at the end of the battle between the worlds, he sent out the final alarm and the signal of the beginning of the operation, there has been no more news.

The outside world has no way of knowing what happened in Canaan. The only thing that can be determined is that Canaan is no longer a good place for the messengers of the heavenly genealogy.

But they had to figure out what was going on inside Canaan.

As a poor tool man, I could only hold the hot potato stuffed by the teacher and hurry up on the road, trying hard to avoid the result of never returning.

His identity and Liu Dongli's emblem are just temptations to throw a stone to ask for directions. The key is, what kind of response will Green Day deal with today?

In the short silence, the cottage in the forest held its chin, looked at the man behind the table, waiting for his vain and condemnation, or simply throwing the cup as a symbol.

But in silence, the reviewer lowered his eyes and looked at the emblem on the table. For a moment, he seemed to pick it up and carefully distinguish it, but he seemed to be afraid that the thing was too hot, and he did not move anyway.

He turned his head slightly, as if he was listening to something.

After a long time, he nodded slowly.

"Oh." The fat man said, "You go in."

The cottage in the forest was silent, motionless, looking at him, full of confusion: "What?" "What then?"

The fat man asked impatiently: "Aren't you coming to Canaan? You're here, and you're still holding a certificate. You want it.

Go in, then go in. What are you waiting for?

Will we wait for you to line up and blow a small trumpet to hold a welcome ceremony?" "Of course."

The cottage in the forest nodded: "It's better to find a few more kids to sing and offer flowers. You know who I am, and you know where I come from."

He shook his hand and slapped his astronomical meeting certificate on the table, looked straight at the fat man, and told him word by word: "I came on behalf of the genealogy of heaven and wanted to meet your leaders. I think you'd better be more serious, and more serious!"

The fat man's expression twitched for a moment, restraining his urge to stare and get angry. The blue veins bulged up on his skin, and a sound was squeezed out from his teeth: "The commander is not seeing outsiders."

"But you have to see me."

The small house in the forest raised its head and told him for granted: "He wants to see me not because of who I am, but because of what I represent."

He turned around, looked at the cold camera around him, and warned: "You must understand that I am here not to play games with you!"

It can be seen that the fat man worked very hard.

I tried very hard to restrain my urge to turn over the table and pinch this foreign dog to death, or to try hard to avoid causing humiliation by myself.

From the overlook of the cottage in the forest, he finally broke his defense. Unfortunately, even though he broke his defense, there was still an invisible chain tied around his neck and he dared not act.

"Let's wait for the notification."

He reached out and took off the chain hanging from the railings of the entrance and exit behind him, and finally warned: "Canan is not the territory of you astronomical lackeys, so I advise you not to make trouble."

"I should say this."

The cottage in the forest sighed regretfully, picked up the suitcase, walked towards the entrance and finally passed by. He gently patted his shoulder and advised him thoughtfully:

"I hope you don't do stupid things."

From the crackling sound of teeth rubbing, he stepped into Canaan's realm openly and pushed the door out.

What came to my face was still a desolate and dilapidated aura.

You can vaguely tell the bustling and noisy appearance of the past, but at this moment there is no vitality. The streets are empty, and you can vaguely see the collapsed buildings in the distance.

Not even a single bullet was fired at itself.

Only a young man squatting on the curb smoking was not far away, looking worried. "Long time no see, Brother Jiu."

The cottage in the forest walked to the side and smiled: "Why don't you even say hello?" "You are well-developed."

The man called Jiu Ge shook his head and snatched the cigarette. "The big guys are so domineering. Jiu Ge is a man who is looking for a place to work as a hard worker to make a living, so how dare he speak."

"Wow, Brother Jiu, you are a middleman in the Collection of Ten Thousand Devils. Who run away does not know that Brother Bai Zhu has great magical powers, don't ruin me."

The small house in the forest smiled: "Do you have time to have two drinks together?" "Okay, I will definitely have a chance."

The white trunk in the forest grinned, raised his chin and pointed to the car waiting for him not far away: "Someone is here to pick you up."

"So enthusiastic?"

"Yes, you're at home."

Bai Zhu stood up and finally patted his shoulder: "Uncles have said that Xiao Zijiu is promising recently. Don't forget to go home for the New Year when you have time. The old and young people at home are looking forward to you."

However, when patting his shoulder, he gently exerted force on the index and tail fingers, bringing greetings and reminders to his family within his ability.

【The situation is not good, and I am always ready to run away】. "It's easy to say."

The small house in the forest watched the white turtle leave, turned around and walked towards the car. His smile was cheerful and without any gloom.

Like a passionate tourist.

There is no communication, no intimidation or alarm.

The silent driver didn't even speak, and sent him to a hotel in silence and left. Next, someone who was obviously not a waiter shook his face and took him to the room.

Finally, he told him that he didn't go out if he was fine, and he had any questions.

After calling the front desk, he left.

After feeling the indifferent sight from the corridors and rooms, as well as the sharp aura that was guarding the surroundings without any concealment, the small house in the forest lying on the sofa couldn't help but pinch his chin and fell into thinking.

"Did I be under house arrest?"

It would be fine if there was no hideousness and cruelty of meeting swords and axes, but there was nothing... I didn't say anything, didn't answer, ignored it, and didn't communicate.

What is this? Canaan local cold violence?

And...what the hell is this?

He opened the curtains and looked down from the upper floors.

Countless dense and chaotic buildings, buildings that almost squeeze in the gaps, and even countless dark buildings, seem to be stretched to the end of their sight.

And more are all kinds of ruins.

Collapsed wreckage, walls covered with cracks and building facades...

And, in the center of countless wreckage, several white bone spears like giant towers, still continuously exuding huge corpses deposited in the abyss...

The viscous blood had turned into a dark lake, silently emitting bubbles, as if boiling. It was the wreckage of the ruler...

Looking down from a high place, the tragic appearance of the heavy damage that had not healed was a pity. Thinking about Liu Dongli's last alarm, it is self-evident who caused it.

"Miss Gloria."

The cottage in the forest sighed softly, "How do you feel after many years of experience when my hometown is withering so much?" No one responded.

Blood and floods are silent.

"To be honest, I have an ominous premonition now."

The small house in the forest pinched the cigarette box in his hand, rotated his five fingers, and continued to mutter to himself: "You said, is my teacher's senior still alive?"

The bloody disaster remains silent.
To be continued...