I don't have a system but I have a hammer

So the young man immediately calmed down after a short period of panic, and followed the instructions of the team leader to patrol, eat and sleep restlessly...

After tossing and turning all night, he finally made it to the next morning...

After getting out of bed, he didn't even have time to wash up, so he ran to the security room in a hurry, and then entered the warehouse on the grounds of checking the goods...

Finally, the young man who came out of the warehouse endured the great sadness in his heart, and walked slowly to the dormitory of the team leader...

That's right, he saw the lost and recovered weapons and equipment, and also predicted the end of the team leader...

But the young man didn't dare to contact the team leader directly. On the one hand, he still had luck in his heart, and was afraid that the facts would be as he had guessed...

On the other hand, if the assassin really succeeds, he will definitely take away the team leader's communicator to check who he was in contact with last night...

And the team leader is thoughtful, he must have deleted his communication channel last night, so contacting him now, wouldn't it be tantamount to throwing himself into a trap?

That's right, experiencing life and death is always the best way for a person to grow quickly, and the young man who accidentally stepped on the edge of the vine, after experiencing the death of the team leader, quickly learned what it means to... plan before moving, and follow every step!

With slightly heavy steps, the young man entered the team leader's room and managed to find the diary...

But he didn't check the contents immediately, but quietly waited for the team leader's news after returning to the accommodation safely...

What killed fluke was the internal announcement the next day...

Under the grief, the young man did not lose his mind. After half a month, he submitted an application for transfer to his superiors according to the instructions of the team leader, hoping to work at the border defense station...

Perhaps, this is the only place he can think of, the farthest from the secret service team...

A week later, the young man packed his bags and got on the bus to the border station...

The young man has no nostalgia for the group of colleagues who have been with him for three years and the military area full of solemnity...

Because at the beginning, he who was full of awe and longing, hoping to show his ambitions in the secret service team, died in the cemetery with the team leader's burial...

Seeing that the size behind him was changing from big to small, gradually moving away, which symbolized the sacred and inviolable military area, the young man suddenly felt dull for a while, and then he sat silently in his seat, touching the diary in his inner pocket and staring blankly...

Yes, he is hesitating...

Hesitating whether to open the diary...

In fact, the young man is very clear that the team leader's last words were to protect himself, so he said that sentence...

"The farther the better!"

But once he knew the truth, he couldn't help but avenge the team leader...

Even the young man has a deep premonition that someone will come to take the diary in the future...

Because the team leader has already predicted the end of death, it is impossible to leave only one dark chess...

Similarly, it is impossible for the team leader to just hand over the diary to himself without explaining whether the diary can be opened...

Yes, maybe it is the best choice not to open the diary and keep the secret until the day when the dark chess comes...

Because in this way, I will never touch the truth, and I really did what the team leader hoped...

The farther away from the secret service team, the better, the farther away from the truth, the farther away from danger, the better...

but…

The boy is not reconciled...

He was not reconciled, he could clearly know the truth, but because of his cowardice and the so-called "someone might come to get the diary" he chose to avoid danger...

Also unwilling, a benefactor who sponsored him to go to school, specially recruited him to join the secret service team, and cared for him all the way, was killed but no one avenged him...

Even more unwilling, I will live a stupid and muddled life in the days to come...

As if for some reason, but can only be like a puppet, for those people who have a glorious image on the bright side, but are dark and dirty behind the scenes, to dedicate their youth that should throw their heads and blood to maintain justice...

After realizing this, the young man no longer has any hesitation in his eyes, but is full of determination to move forward...

That's right, he decided to open his diary and have a look...

Behold the darkness within that no one knows...

Look at the deep filth hidden inside...

Behold the terror of those man-eating vines...

Look at this so-called truth...

in the end…

What a shame!

"Don't read it, don't read it, although your old bone story is good, but if you want me to read the diary, it's better to forget it. I can't stand sensationalism the most. I guess it's all about how great I am... Ha, or yourself Save it for the enjoyment…”

The wrinkled man gave me a disgusted look...

"You are too self-righteous. Not only did you not praise your greatness in the diary, but it said that you have a lot of stinky problems. You like to torture corpses, pretend to be mysterious, and like to pretend to be cold. By the way, it also said that you have very serious problems. Mental illness...need to do more psychological counseling..."

I curled my lips, turned my head and looked out the window, and lit a cigarette casually to cover up the embarrassment in my heart...

Seeing me avert my eyes, the wrinkled man grinned...

"Actually, you don't need to read it. After all, I have uploaded so much content to the network disk, and unlocking it is quite troublesome..."

After a pause, he added meaningfully...

"But I believe that one day in the future, you will definitely ask to read the diary..."

Shrugging my shoulders noncommittally, I looked at the rising red sun outside the car, and spit out a not-so-pretty eye circle...

"Let's put the diary aside for now. Anyway, I understand what you mean. That young man can help us leave Huaxia, can't he?"

When it came to business, the smile on the wrinkled man's face immediately disappeared, and he returned to his usual seriousness...

"That's right, he has worked in the border defense for four years, during which time he has contributed a lot to resisting the plague of rats, and now he is the station chief of the border defense station. Of course, the main reason is that the last station chief was cut into pieces by the murderous rats." It's..."

Hearing this, I was overjoyed, and hurriedly nodded to express my approval...

"Huo, you're still a station master, so this matter seems to be settled, old bone, you have contributed the most to this matter. When we go out, I will take you to have a good rub!"

The wrinkled man ignored my words, instead he glanced at the road ahead and the village dirt roads on both sides, and then glanced at the navigation, his eyes were full of vigilance...

"We will arrive in Xishuangbanna in two hours at most. It was not a big problem for us to take the small road just now, but now it is dawn, and there will only be more and more people nearby, so I will drive from now on. You just lie in the back seat and try not to let anyone see your face..."