Chapter 182 Pyongyang

I was pushed out of the cave by the North Korean soldiers. The dazzling sunlight made it hard for me to open my eyes. At that time, I didn't know how long I had been locked up. I studied various talismans day and night in the cave. I read all three books carefully. Although I don't know what my strength is now, I think if I face the corpse controller again, I won't be as embarrassed as the first time.

I was taken to the army camp. Some North Korean soldiers around me said some incomprehensible words. Occasionally, I saw my current appearance through the glass. My face was full of beards, messy hair, tattered clothes, and a dirty bag in my hand. I looked like a young version of Sharp Brother.

For a moment, I really had the illusion that I was in another world. I didn't stay in the camp for too long. The North Korean army gave me a translator to talk to me. Only then did I realize that I had been trapped for six months. During my time trapped, the entrance to the laboratory completely disappeared, and the locals found a large number of villagers who looked like zombies around, so Jin Pangpang temporarily decided to change the location of the nuclear test to Beichuan, and today is the day when the nuclear test equivalent to 100,000 tons of TNT explosives will be detonated.

Then the troops sent me a military vehicle alone, and a company of soldiers "escorted" me to Pyongyang. Along the way, the translator kept asking me about the laboratory. It seemed that many people did not know what the laboratory was studying. The few people who knew about it died unexpectedly that day, so everything seemed to be a mystery.

From Wujunli to Pyongyang, when I entered Pyongyang in the afternoon, I looked at the green plants on the streets through the car window. The deepest impression on me was that there were many green plants here, clear and green like a river winding through the city. The main color of the city was light white, so it looked very clean. There were few pedestrians on the street, and some were just in a hurry, as if they were in a hurry to do something. It was rare to see social vehicles on the road. The bus seemed very crowded. There were many people waiting for the bus on the platform. Everyone lined up consciously. There was no guardrail and no one to maintain order. This scene made me feel ashamed.

I was taken to a rather grand office building. The translator was called Miao Enjun. He was an international student who had studied at Chang'an University. Here I was not subjected to the test of being locked up in a small dark room like the one Xing Zhan had given me before. I was taken to the conference room. I sat at the long table. After a while, Miao Enjun said to me: "Sir, please wait a moment. The leader wants to ask you something."

I nodded and glanced at him: "Do you have cigarettes?"

He was stunned and apologized. Then he handed me a box of cigarettes in his pocket and found me an ashtray. When I took a few puffs quietly, I actually coughed a few times, but it didn't take long for me to get used to the burning feeling in my heart and lungs.

Just after finishing a cigarette, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a young woman came in, wearing a knee-length skirt on the lower body and a suit with high shoulder pads on the upper body. She had short hair standing up, her eyes were bright and capable, and she was holding a pile of documents in her hands. She frowned, as if she didn't like the smell of this tobacco.

She said in awkward Chinese: "Hello, Zhang Dabao, Comrade Miao passed your information to me on your way here."

I nodded gently to say hello, and the woman said: "To make a long story short, I think you must know the strange virus in Beichuan. A long time ago, our scientists participated in a research with you. What happened on that day?"

From her words, it seemed that she didn't know about the "True Dragon". I felt as if General Jin deliberately erased all the information secretly, and his purpose was obviously to take the things in the laboratory for himself, so I just shook my head and pretended to be confused and said: "I don't know, I can't remember many things."

The brain is a complicated part of the human body, just like when you fight with someone, you say that your head is confused after the fight, then even the doctor can't do anything about you, so I just said "Sorry, I have amnesia."

She asked me how I could know what my name was? My answer was that I only forgot the things in the laboratory, and I remembered everything else.

The young North Korean female official was so angry that her face turned red. She left a word "scoundrel" and stood up in anger. That whole day, I met many local North Korean officials. Those who could speak Chinese chatted with me. After all, everyone was curious about what was in the laboratory. Those who couldn't speak Chinese had Miao Enjun translate.

Until dark, Miao Enjun received a call, and then his expression became extremely nervous. He said: "Mr. Zhang, you come with me to clean yourself first. The leader will see you later."

I said that I didn't clean myself up all day, so why did I have to take a shower and change clothes after receiving a call? I moved my body. You can imagine how it feels to not take a shower for more than six months, so I didn't refuse and went to the bathhouse with Miao Enjun.

"Protected" by countless soldiers, I took a shower, had a simple meal, and had a haircut. The barber almost wanted to cut my hair into a side parting in the 1970s, but at my strong request, it became a buzz cut. The people in Pyongyang don't have a nightlife. There is no external network here. Everyone works and sleeps every day. But the strange thing is that I don't see boredom in the barbers or the employees of the bathhouse. On the contrary, they are all very positive.

I am also idle. When I was getting my hair cut, I asked Miao Enjun how much the barbers here can earn. He told me that it was **, and they only earned basic wages. The work intensity was very high, and they often had to stand for 12-14 hours a day.

And Miao Enjun also asked the young man in his 20s in Korean if he felt tired and bored? Then the young man told us very formally that he didn't feel tired, and he felt that he was making a contribution to the motherland. If someone around us said this, you would definitely think he was funny or hypocritical, but I only saw seriousness on the face of this young man.

I was so excited after listening to his translation. Miao Enjun said to me proudly: "This is the power of the people!"

I couldn't refute it. I washed and changed my clothes. I looked in the mirror and felt that I had aged a lot. I went out and took a car with Miao Enjun to a super large villa. There was no one within a radius of five miles. I observed the Feng Shui of the villa. It was really a place with tigers and dragons, and two swans piercing the sun. When the sun rises in the morning, it will be illuminated by golden light. In ancient times, it was the place where the imperial palace was built.

There was a checkpoint every 30 meters. I was searched almost all over my body. When I entered the villa, all my belongings were confiscated. Miao Enjun's expression was excited and panicked. It made me feel like many Chinese girls going to see their favorite stars.

After entering the villa, I was asked by several soldiers with serious faces to change clothes. Now I was under someone's roof, and I had to follow their instructions even if I didn't want to. But just when I changed my clothes, a woman in her early 20s, who was very beautiful and half a head taller than most North Korean women, came to us with a small military cap, looking very heroic and beautiful.

He walked up to us and said, "The chief will only see him, you go to the side hall to wait."

Hearing this arrangement, I found that Miao Enjun looked particularly disappointed. Then the beautiful woman made way for me: "Come with me, Mr. Zhang."

I responded and followed her into this luxurious palace-like residence. The room was decorated with gold and splendor, and people felt a sense of majesty when they stepped into it. It is undeniable that this pomp was indeed good enough.

When we arrived at the hall, the woman pointed to the mahogany chair and said, "Wait here for a while." After that, she left the hall.

I looked around, and what impressed me most was the rare Northeast tiger skin hanging on the wall. Judging from the layout of the Yang house, the outer perimeter of the house must be carved with a dragon wall, with a tiger lying in the center, and a tiger crouching and a dragon coiling. Here, no matter how powerful the sorcerer or evil master is, he cannot kill the owner of the room, and the tiger's eyeballs have been specially treated, glowing, and I can feel the flow of the tiger's soul.

The feng shui bureau of the Yang house can be summarized in four words: natural. I believe that the person who arranged this bureau is a master.

After more than 20 minutes, a total of five people came to the living room. Most of them were around 50 years old. Among them, there were two young people who followed the crowd like followers.

Soon everyone sat down, and the silver-haired elder spoke first: "Excuse me, are you a Chinese sorcerer?"

I nodded to show my agreement, and then said: "I know you arrested me here to find out what happened in the laboratory, but I have lost my memory, so I hope your country can send me back to China." I said it very politely, because magic is not omnipotent, and flesh cannot resist bullets, so I have been trying to talk to them.

"No hurry." The elder smiled.

In fact, when I scanned the people around me, I had a plan in my mind. Except for the two young men who had no special features, the three of them had bright eyes and strong yang energy. The three yang fires were different from ordinary people. It was obvious that they were all people who had practiced magic, especially the silver-haired old man. The ring on his hand should be the "fixed star ring" passed down from the Chinese Nine Star Feng Shui School.

I felt that things would not end so easily, so I chose to keep silent, but I was ready to fight in my heart. At this time, the elder said again: "I heard General Jin mention dragons by chance before, I wonder if it is true."

"I am not sure about this." I said.

The elder asked again: "A huge dragon claw print was found in the laboratory, is it true?"

"I don't know." I answered very straightforwardly.

But after saying this, the other two could not sit still. The middle-aged man with a hooked nose stood up angrily, pointed at me and cursed angrily: "Mu Lao, why are we talking nonsense with him? Just arrest him. I don't believe that he will not confess. I will use the soul-searching technique. Can't we get what we want!"

I was also anxious when I heard what he said. Except for the elder who was called Mu Lao who always smiled at me, the two wanted to eat me alive. I saw that what they said became more and more unpleasant, and finally they even wanted to take action.

So, I bit my index finger and drew the first stroke of 'dragon' on the marble floor. Immediately, a small whirlwind with green light formed around me within half a meter. When I saw the green light sinking into the ground, I glanced at the three people coldly: "Do you really think I am a soft persimmon?" The three people immediately faced a great enemy and showed their magic weapons to fight me, but I sneered and glanced at the young man behind Mu Lao: "I am sure I can kill him before you do anything."