take father as heaven

The style of this conference room tends to be calm and solemn, and the arrangement of dark tones makes it appear a bit depressing.There were more than a dozen men sitting at the long oval table, the oldest of whom was only in his early forties, all wearing dark blue uniforms of the Federation, sitting upright like a pair of javelins, with no expression on his face.

At first glance, I thought there were a bunch of models there, but the introverted aura emanating from each person made people involuntarily intimidated. They are all talents who have experienced many battles and battles. The temperament cultivated.

The man sitting on the main seat wore a black uniform, a pair of thick black and deep eyes slowly passed over everyone, when they were swept by his sight, everyone lowered their eyes slightly, and subconsciously put on a respectful expression. attitude of obedience.

"Let's end this meeting here."

He asked to end the meeting, and everyone sitting around him stood up in unison, gave him a military salute, and then slowly exited the meeting room in an orderly manner.

Murong Chen frowned slightly, a trace of fatigue welled up, and the next moment, there was a rhythmic knock on the door outside the meeting room.

He looked up, and instantly returned to the serious and introverted Marshal, calm and majestic. "Come in."

General Shu's complexion looked a little strange, he walked to Murong Chen's side, saluted and handed over an urgent message just received, it was sealed well, and the secret coat of arms dedicated to the Federation was still well stamped on it.

When he took it, he glanced at the man next to him calmly, standing as straight as a green pine, with full respect on his face, but a trace of imperceptible worry in his eyes. There are not many things about the heart.

Murong Yan hadn't opened the secret report yet, so he already felt a little inexplicable, but the movements of his hands didn't stop.

There is only a thin piece of paper inside, and there are not many words, but it is enough to express clearly.For the first time, Murong Chen's unchanging face showed shock, then turned to worry, and even had an imperceptible killing intent.

The red group attacked outside Disa City, the weasel was seriously injured, and the son was robbed.

What really made Murong Yan feel jealous was the following sentence, there was no news, life and death were uncertain.

General Shu, who had been waiting respectfully aside, finally spoke. "My lord, send me there."

Murong Yan shook his head, and then put the secret report back intact, but unfortunately his disturbed mood could not return to the original state, he stood up from the chair, and Shu Li immediately followed behind him.

It wasn't until he entered the special office of Lord Marshal that Shu Li couldn't help calling him again, "My lord..."

Murong Chen didn't look at him, but gave instructions in a low voice. "Activate contingency plans."

Shu Li was slightly startled, barely visible, and immediately raised his head to refuse. "My lord, no."

"Why not?" Murong Yan's voice suddenly became cold, with no doubt.

Shu Li bent down and made a pleading gesture, "My lord can no longer put himself in danger, please send your subordinates down."

Murong Chen didn't look at him any more, just walked to the window.From there, one can overlook the prosperity of the entire capital, but what Murong Chen sees is nothing but emptiness, as if the entire federation has nothing to do with him, but he is the soul of the entire federation, the most indispensable core.

"Shu Li, he is my son." Murong Chen rarely opened his mouth to explain to others.

Shu Li nodded, he naturally knew, and because he knew that he asked himself to go to the Demon Realm to save the young master.

From his expression, it was clear that he didn't understand, so he said again. "He is my only relative."

As soon as this sentence came out, it meant that there was nothing to keep him from staying. Murong Chen's decision had never been stopped by anyone.Shu Li froze, then lowered his head obediently, no matter when, he couldn't help submitting to this man's mighty aura.

When Murong Yan woke up, he found that he was tightly bound, and he was extremely hungry. He had received special training from the military to fight hunger and cold, and he could last for nine to ten days with only water. , and can maintain a certain degree of combat effectiveness.

Relying on the intuitive feeling of his body, the first useful information Murong Yan got was that he had been in a coma for at least five days, and a conservative guess should be between six and seven days.

His hands were tied tightly to the bed by belts, and he tried to move his legs again, but his calf was also tied in the same way. At this moment, he was like meat on someone else's chopping board, waiting to die without any strength to fight back.

He didn't panic too much. Excessive excitement at this time is not good for him, and it will make his physical strength and water in his body lose faster. He slowly calmed down and adjusted his breathing rate to that of sleep. Rhythm, eyes quietly glanced at the surrounding arrangement.

The room where he was locked up was about ten square meters. There was an iron bed in the middle, and there were bare walls all around. He observed very carefully. Except for the angles that he could not see, he almost tried his best to observe. Again, without any usable information, nor any beneficial tools.

The more he was at such a juncture where life and death might be decided, Murong Yan felt that he became more and more calm, as if his soul had left his body, and slowly looked at his situation from the perspective of a bystander.

He tried to enter the state of perception, and then radiated his perception, and quickly saw the environment he was in this way. The outside was also pitch black, and next to him were several rooms similar to his, or cell.There is only an iron bed inside, without any tools.

The same thing is, there are men who are the same as him lying on the iron bed in those rooms, men with different appearances, what is the purpose of this?Murong Yan didn't understand. After careful observation, he only came to a conclusion that these men's strength seemed to be quite good. From the distribution of their muscles and some superficial things, he could roughly draw a virtual data.

But the question is, what is the purpose of the Red Team to bring them here? !

Shut them up in this small, dark room, tied them to the bed to prevent them from struggling, and sealed their mouths to prevent them from screaming meaninglessly, or to prevent them from knowing that there is someone else next door, Murong Yan Try to move your body hard and make some noise on the iron bed.

It took him a lot of effort to move the iron bed under him, but it was enough. In such an empty and quiet space, even a slight sound would be amplified to infinity, especially when everyone was in such a claustrophobic environment. In this state, I am afraid that the senses will be several times more sensitive than usual.

Sure enough, after the light collision sound came out, after waiting for a while, Murong Yan heard another light sound, although it was very light, but he knew that the other party would need to use great effort to move the iron bed to make noise, and this The response actually gave him a feeling of ecstasy, like hope for a hopeless man.

After the second sound, the rest of the room also started to make sounds one after another. Murong Yan counted silently, a total of eight rings, then he can preliminarily conclude that there are at least eight people like him alive here .

He has observed with his perception. Although the observation distance is not far, it is enough for him to get some rough information. For example, there seem to be many such rooms, and half of the rooms are closed. He guesses that there may be at least 30 to [-] people. .

Some of them were no longer breathing or showing signs of life, and seemed to have died from long-term hunger and dehydration. Murong Yan estimated optimistically that he could last another two days like this, and maybe two days were not enough.

His throat was so dry that it was about to burn, and the extreme desire for water made him feel a little abnormally palpitated and restless. He tried his best to calm himself down and let himself focus on thinking about the ultimate purpose of those people.

Arresting so many people and detaining them here, without allowing them to eat, replenish water, or communicate with each other, is it to slowly torture them to death in this way?

Unexpectedly, what Seager said to him that afternoon suddenly appeared in his mind.

"A lunatic who takes pleasure in killing, bloodless."

I don't know if it was because of this sentence, or because of the sudden thought of Sig, Murong Yan calmed down quickly, and changed back to the cold and heartless self of the bystander again, spinning and analyzing in his mind.

Starting from the four words "no blood, no joy", Murong Yan roughly came to the conclusion that his current situation is still safe.The purpose of the red team must not be to torture and kill them. If they want to start, those guys should prefer another more direct method.

A very risky idea suddenly popped up in his mind, rather than killing them, it is actually another kind of selection, like letting two people compete with each other in a competition field, and the one who wins wins.

This is just another way to lock them up here, and then win or lose from it?

So, what are the conditions for victory?They can't speak, they can't move, what else can they compare?will?

I don't know if I turned on a certain key button, like a puzzle game, I got the most critical clue, and after connecting all the remaining conditions, I got the answer I wanted.

Murong Yan suddenly understood the intention of the red team.Trapping them in such a dark and secluded confined space, this kind of environment has tested too much, and those with a slightly weaker mental quality, or some emotionally sensitive guys, will drive themselves crazy without being starved to death Lose.

This method is simply a double test of body and spirit, it is really abnormal to the extreme, Murong Yan couldn't help cursing the guy who came up with this method, but at the same time, some hope was ignited.

Ordinary people can't survive the lack of water for five to seven days, and those guys should appear on the seventh day.

For Murong Yan, as long as there is hope, the rest of the time seems not so difficult.