Chapter 824 A Life-Threatening Situation

——All this... is a nightmare...

After many years, Xiangshan's skin once again felt the same hot air - maybe it was a little hotter here.

Just like the last time, a group of peacekeeping troops wearing blue berets appeared in front of him.

But this is not Indonesia in Asia, but Sheluke Midom in Africa.

The 1940s have just begun, and the most glorious future of mankind has just begun. For Xiangshan, this should be a good time like drinking fine wine.

But reality slapped a sea of ​​blood and corpses in his face.

It was a real sea of ​​blood and corpses. On the yellow land, there were traces of black and brown. A large group of flies made a noise like an engine. There were many black things piled up randomly, like a sand castle made by a child. The strong stench seemed to penetrate Xiangshan's highest-level mask.

He almost vomited.

It's hard to imagine that this is the 21st century.

This is actually the 21st century.

After the world war, it was actually...

It seemed that someone put his palm on his back and pushed it gently.

Xiangshan then turned his attention away in a trance.

Zhu Xinyu was standing behind him. The woman was wearing a thin white long-sleeved shirt and a sunscreen gauze on her head.

Xiangshan forced a smile: "Fortunately Yingjia didn't come. She can't stand this..."

He didn't say anything else, but walked towards the UN peacekeeping force's base.

Farther away, a few local residents looked at him in confusion, but were glared back by the security personnel with guns and live ammunition.

There are some things that the peacekeeping force can't do, but private security personnel can do.

It's really strange.

Thinking of this, Xiangshan saw a place decorated in black and white. It seems that someone tried their best to arrange the mourning hall according to Japanese customs, but due to misunderstanding, it was somewhat out of place.

A burst of exasperated roar came from the air: "You Japanese! You are just psychopaths! Sick! This twisted culture! Fuck!"

A man in a heavy coat fled away, stumbling. He even wore a hood.

Yawgmoth. Now there is only one person who can wear a down jacket in Africa.

Xiangshan wanted to call out to Yawgmoth, but Yawgmoth ignored him.

Xiangshan turned around and continued walking. Every step was so slow that it seemed like torture.

——How terrible...

He wanted to laugh for some reason.

In a corner of the mourning hall, a skinny local child was lying on the ground, crying. There was a small cut on his forehead, which seemed to be a new wound, and blood was still flowing, forming a small pool. Next to him, a little girl in pure black clothes fainted. The cut on the boy's head seemed to be caused by her. A woman hugged the girl tightly.

——Xiao Yanye... Tsk tsk, it's not good to vent your anger on the locals...

——Go...

There seemed to be some noise in my mind.

The woman was the wife of Kamihara Zun. She had met Xiangshan several times.

On the other side of the mourning hall, there was a small group of mainly Asians, plus a few guys who looked like soldiers in the peacekeeping force.

The leading officer looked haggard, but still extended his hand: "Respected Mr. Xiangshan, hello."

Xiangshan nodded, instinctively dealing with the two bodies, but his eyes fell on the body. Under the transparent coffin, a body was covered with white fabric. The body was a circle larger than that of an average person, and there was no way to mistake it. There were several new wounds on the half of the palm exposed.

Xiangshan's eyes were focused on the upper part of the body.

"Where's the head..." he asked hesitantly. All other negotiation skills were forgotten at this moment.

Another European with bloodshot eyes stood up: "This, let me explain..."

Xiangshan stared at him: "This... why..."

"This is the request of the deceased himself..." This person seemed to be too weak to stand up, and sat back down: "When we arrived, Mr. Kanhara had just died... He was holding a bunch of cards in his hand... It seemed that he had been hanging on his belt... He used his last strength to hold this card... It said..."

The man suddenly choked up. His shoulders twitched. He couldn't continue.

"'If I die, please properly handle my body within a 30-minute window.'" The officer-like man said in a calm manner: "Written on the back with a marker is 'If conditions do not permit, only the head can be preserved'..."

The sobbing man said: "The refrigeration function of the memorial coffin cannot meet the level of preservation of bodies used for scientific research... I actually did it... Oh my God... How could I do such a thing..."

It seems that executing that outrageous will caused great mental trauma to the peacekeeping military doctor.

Xiangshan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his mind was blank.

Far away from the mourning hall, David bent over and seemed to be vomiting.

It is said that when the peacekeeping force heard that Kanhara was in danger and a bloody incident was brewing, they sent some personnel to rescue him. Kanhara probably heard the movement of the peacekeeping force at the last moment of his life.

Before coming, he did sign an agreement with Superman to donate his body for Ingrid and Yawgmoth's research project on "exploring the origin of human language ability."

Many years ago, they seemed to have talked about related topics together. Ingrid also made an inappropriate joke at that time.

Why did Kanbaru-san think of this in the last moments of his life?

When was the text written in marker on the card written?

Why doesn't Kanbaru-san leave this hellish place?

Xiangshan didn't know how he walked out of the mourning hall.

Those peacekeeping force members seemed to have other things going on. They just knew Kanbaru, who was also a foreigner, and admired what Kanbaru did in the end, so they collected the man's body and contacted Superman Enterprise. This mourning hall was decorated by the assistants and students of Kambara-san. Peacekeeping force managers have a lot on their plate right now. Their appearance here is partly due to...

Superman Enterprises provides technical support for some of their exoskeleton equipment and is likely to contract medical services for disabled members of the military.

Xiang Shan stood outside the mourning hall, looking at the traces of corpses and sea of ​​blood, silent.

"Mr. Xiang..." Kanbaru-san's wife came behind him. Xiang Shan turned back, and the woman bowed deeply: "Please accept my husband's last thoughts. I... can understand the concerns in your hearts. However, this is what he is thinking about at the end of his life... Treating you like this It's also cruel...but please...don't waste his heart..."

Xiangshan remembered what Yawgmoth said.

At this moment, something broke.