The whole quarry town is built on the mountain, and the colorful ores are distributed in the open air, distributed in the black rock mass, like a bowl of oil paint accidentally poured into the splashing ink painting, the bright and messy colors are dotted everywhere, the afterglow of the evening falls, the whole The mountain reflects a splendid glow.

The Colored Stone Mountain was open, and Yaerlin was standing on a small hill next to him looking into the distance. The densely packed workers seemed to be carrying ants and concentrated on a dense ore on the southwest side.

A steel-made excavator is like a swallowing monster, making a rumbling sound, thick black smoke and water vapor rising from the top of the head, the exposed mechanical chain is turning frantically, and the huge steel arm is connected with a heavy hammer. The head smashed into the pit, and the surrounding miners carried sacks and woven baskets full of ore and moved towards the wharf.

"A machine powered by a steam engine?" Yaerlin squinted his eyes. Looking at it from a distance made him unable to make an accurate judgment, but from the steam that was steaming above the big guy's head, he had some vague guesses in his heart.

Putting aside the guesses in his mind, Yaerlin looked at the ore piled up at the foot of the mountain. There was another simple warehouse. The warehouse was facing the suddenly clear coast not far away. Pier for mooring boats.

The sea is calm now, but Yaerlin seems to have seen a row of ships slowly approaching, and the shadows brought by the forest of masts shrouded the sea and seemed to be quietly swallowing the entire coast.

Withdrawing his gaze, Yaerlin picked up a few colored stones with alternating red and blue, and rubbed his fingers on the stones. Tossed into the sky by the wind.

The air is filled with this kind of fine sand and dust, and the clouds on the top of the mountain are covered with a layer of gray fog all year round.

Although he has only stayed in this quarrying town for a week, Yaerlin has experienced three heavy rains. This frequent rainfall and terrifying rainfall are slightly exaggerated even for the seaside islands.

However, this is the norm in Caishi Town.

The clouds piled up by the lead layer cut through the dazzling thunder light, and the fine raindrops slammed into the mountains to form a rain curtain. Yaerlin held up the black umbrella that he had prepared, and slowly walked down the mountain.

Most of the men were working in the mines, and the town under the raindrops seemed very deserted. A few playing children soon went home to hide from the rain. As Yaerlin walked, he pondered the news that he had inquired over the past few days.

"The Thiago Chamber of Commerce, a maritime caravan spanning thousands of miles across the sea, there are even rumors that it came here from the great waterway, and the great waterway is the most chaotic and dangerous sea area in the world, and the same is the most powerful. Compared with the East China Sea, which is the most barren and weakest sea area, for example, it is like a city person running all the way to the countryside thousands of miles away, and still enjoying it, there must be a problem. ."

Walking on the rainy ground, the footsteps made the sound of "tattoo...". Yaerlin habitually touched his left eyelid, and the sparse crow's feet drooping at the corner of his eye added a calm and mature charm to him.

"The problem is obviously on these colored stones. Either there are amazing profits or hidden secrets. No matter which point, the Thiago Chamber of Commerce will take care of this place carefully."

This is not Yaerlin's wild speculation. As a former smuggling tycoon, drug lord and warlord, he imagined what would he do if he discovered a secret gold mine?

"Blocked by heavy troops, secretly mined, murdered and silenced..." In just an instant, countless poisonous schemes flooded into his heart, and Yaerlin's face turned dark.

To save others by himself, Yaerlin can't imagine that the Thiago Chamber of Commerce, which can cross the ocean, will play the pure role of "Little White Rabbit". In fact, Yaerlin has already discovered some dangerous clues in this small town.

The first is this island. He didn't find any sea ships on the coast, let alone a sea ship. He didn't even find a sampan, as if the people in this small town never thought of going to sea by themselves. What a joke, this is the era of the great pirates, and going to sea should be the mainstream voice in this world; the second is the unguarded mine, which is against common sense, what is the difference between opening the door and robbing the thief; the last is the hotel in the town Now, it is understood that there are no outsiders in this town all the year round, but it has been operating three hotels. Except for the arrival of the Chamber of Commerce at the end of each month, the rest of the time is in a state of empty camp and loss. What kind of ** spirit is this tm. .

Yaerlin sighed softly. He has no interest in the stone in his hand, and he has no malice towards the Thiago Chamber of Commerce. He simply wants to take a ride, but... I'm afraid the attitude of the Thiago Chamber of Commerce Not so friendly.

He bought a bunch of food in the restaurant as usual and carried it back to the hotel. In the empty and depressing hotel, the sleepy head of the old man was propped on the wooden table in front of him~lightnovelpub.net~ His eyes were cloudy. He looked at Yaerlin, then withdrew his gaze, and behind the cover of the wooden table, he was holding a cold razor in his thin, chicken-like hands.

The razor was long, narrow and flat, and the bandage wrapped around the handle was dark red. I don't know how many innocent people's blood was contaminated.

Yaerlin and the boss looked at each other and said hello, turned his back to each other unsuspectingly, and walked upstairs slowly, "Boss, this staircase should be repaired."

The damp stairs made a "crunching" sound, as if it would shatter in the next moment, Yaerlin stood on the stairs and turned his head.

"Ah? It's raining every day, so it can't be repaired." The old man said perfunctorily in a vague voice.

The innermost third floor.

Yaerlin knocked on the door next door, and it was Fick who opened the door. William was not in the house. He handed over a bag of food, and then in a hoarse voice said, "Get some rest early, there is work to do at night."

Fick received the food, nodded and closed the door.

He opened the door, pushed the door open, and entered the house. Seven skinny men in the house sat side by side by the bed and on the ground, with their backs facing the window, and their eyes were dull.

"It's raining, but there's no sun."

Yaerlin threw the food on the ground, then closed the curtains, the seven transformants behind him formed a circle, and a strange "sucking" sound sounded in the room.

Like a mummy that has been sucked dry, a thin layer of flesh hangs on the outside, and the flesh and blood inside has long been drained. Through the skin, you can see that the bundles of black silk touches are supporting the torso without falling apart. The slender skeleton is full of potholes, as if it will all shatter into dust in the next second.

Yaerlin stared coldly, a strange line of writing appeared on his retina...