After becoming the captain, Tang Yi finally regained the feeling of being a platoon leader in the army before. In addition to arranging the training of the team members, regularly reporting to the Military Affairs Office, evaluating the performance and loyalty of each team member and the Kraken, and being a parent, he is responsible for the maintenance and inspection of all the furniture and electrical appliances in the dormitory. I've been busy for two weeks, and I don't even have time to go out on weekends.
However, he kept thinking about finding an excuse to go out once. He remembered that Tang Ya said in the CD that there were originally five works of the same type as him in the Kraken team, and he might have explained the identities of these people in the unfinished content.
Although the others are also heavy hearted, there is nothing they can do at the moment. He was just anxiously waiting for the result of the trial against Tsuruta. But I don't know the reason, and the commissioner of the Ministry of Security has not come to investigate. Tsuruta was kept in a solitary cell, and a detachment of soldiers guarded him closely.
After Tang Yi typed the last word of the weekly training report, he only felt a burst of pain in his head. It was already two o'clock in the night, the twilight was dark outside the window, the pitch-black sea lay at the end of the sky and the earth, and endless inaudible infrasound waves overlapped and echoed, blending into a strange and eerie movement.
Once you get used to these infrasound waves, you will know that this is the true nature of "silence", and you will no longer find it scary and unbearable. Tang Yi retracted his gaze from the window and looked around the empty room.
Mercury has not returned.
Except for training these days, Mercury rarely returns to the dormitory. Tang Yi was not very happy in his heart, but he felt that it was too uncool for him to be inquiring about Shui Bank all day long, so he just gritted his teeth and pretended not to care.
However, the day after tomorrow is his birthday.
To be precise, it was his and Tang Ya's birthday. They don't know exactly when they were born, so every year they celebrate the date they entered the orphanage. The old dean said it didn't matter who their parents were. It was enough to know that their new home was in an orphanage, with all the other children.
But now Tang Ya told him that the old dean was sent by the rebels.
After seeing the CD, Tang Yi started to inquire about the whereabouts of the old dean. He tried to contact a few of his companions who used to be in the orphanage, but no one could tell where the old dean was going.
Sure enough, you still have to watch the CD.
Tang Yi has already asked Qu Lan for a good vacation. Due to the change in eye color and the scar, he will go to Yandu's personal information office to update his identity photo tomorrow morning, so that he will have the opportunity to pick up the CD in the afternoon.
Mercury didn't know about this, and Tang Yi was worried about finding a reason not to take Mercury out, but now it seems that he doesn't need to worry too much about this issue...
Tang Yi looked at the time, went to the bathroom to wash his face indiscriminately, and got into the quilt to sleep.
Early the next morning, he took the earliest public aircraft to Yandu. After waiting in line for a long time in the iron-grey building that was as majestic and oppressive as a monument, I took another photo and revised my personal information. Looking at the word "Tang Ya" in the name column, he wondered a little whether he would have a chance to see "Tang Yi" on official documents in the future.
It was already afternoon when he finished his work, and he wandered aimlessly on the long street crisscrossing Yandu. The tall buildings on both sides are all the same, with the most simple geometric lines, which are densely packed straight up and down. There were not many pedestrians on the road, most of them were as expressionless as him, with empty eyes, some in working clothes, some in suits and leather shoes, and some in school uniforms, rushing to make a living in this gray jungle.
If his military academy application was not approved, what industry would he be assigned to now? Maybe he was a painter, maybe an ordinary worker in a production workshop, maybe a maintenance worker in a power plant, maybe a monitor in an information monitoring team.
He felt so lucky that he wanted to be a soldier, he really became a soldier. If he wanted to enter the Kraken team, he really entered the Kraken team. How many people can't do what they want to do in their entire life.
Just like Tang Ya, he failed to become a musician after all. Because there is no music in this world now.
So, what qualifications does he have to ask for more
On the way, he saw a few mechanical police officers pushing a dirty worker to the ground. There were a few people watching, but of course no one dared to intervene. The security department must have received a whistleblower letter from someone, and the loyalty value of this unfortunate person has probably been deducted. In the base's 210 districts, this kind of thing happens every day. If you have evidence of someone's infidelity to the base, just provide it to the security department and you can get extra loyalty points. On the other hand, if your loyalty value is lower than 10%, you will be taken away by the mechanical police one day, and you will disappear from the world.
No one knows where those who were taken were sent, dead or alive.
The man was screaming and struggling under the ruthless suppression of the robotic police. Looking at his clothes, he probably just got off work. Tang Yi noticed that behind the chaotic crowd, a little girl about 11 or 12 years old was shrinking in the corner of the wall with tears in her eyes.
Tang Yi frowned, wanting to go over to see what was going on, but was stopped by a solid steel arm. The extremely emotionless voice of the police sounded, "Please don't interfere with law enforcement."
Tang Yi just wanted to say that he just wanted to see the little girl, but saw a robotic policeman holding the girl's hand and taking her onto the aircraft.
The child was wearing a clean and beautiful red dress, holding a teddy bear in his arms, looked back at him blankly, and disappeared behind the hatch. The man yelled "don't touch my daughter", but he couldn't do anything. After being electrocuted by an electric baton, he foamed at the mouth and was thrown into the aircraft like a beast.
Tang Yi took a step back and continued on his way.
He can't manage such a thing, and he doesn't dare to manage it. Once the parent's loyalty value is reduced to a minimum, even the child will be affected. These children will be sent to the nearest orphanage after thorough brainwashing. Many of the children who have experienced that kind of intensive brainwashing have irreversible brain damage, and can only grow up in a daze, spending their lives like machines, working hard for the base.
Every time he saw something like this, Tang Yi always had to work hard to suppress his doubts. Even if there is doubt, it must not show a star.
He ate at the noodle restaurant on Banqiao Street and smoked a cigarette against the wall. A few liuying came over to chat with him, but seeing that he didn't talk much, they had to scold and walk away. He waited until it was getting dark before turning into the back alley. The small bar, which only opened at night, was dimly lit, and the calico on the sofa was torn, revealing the dirty sponge underneath. Occasionally, in the ambiguous light and shadow, a few figures gathered together in twos and threes to drink and play cards quietly. The bartender was wearing jeans and a sleeveless vest, with a cigarette in his mouth, wiping his glass absentmindedly.
On the surface, this small bar is just a rundown and ordinary hotel. In fact, their real source of income is to sell some "good goods" by smuggling. At the same time, they also have a "storage room" that only a few people know about. As long as you pay enough money, even if the security department comes, they won't be able to find what you want to hide.
Tang Yi knew this place because the bartender and partner here was one of his companions at the orphanage.
The bartender "Aliang" glanced at him and nodded casually. As soon as Tang Yi took his seat, he put a glass of vodka in front of him.
"Come and get something?"
"Um."
"so fast."
Tang Yi grinned at him and took a stack of cash out of his pocket. Fortunately, his monthly salary in the Kraken team is rich enough, otherwise he really can't get so much. "If you let me go, I will be drained by you."
A Liang put the money in his trouser pocket and shouted in Korean. I saw the teenage North Korean boy who was sweeping the floor rushed into the room behind the bar, took a small envelope and handed it to Tang Yi after a while.
Tang Yi put the CD in his pocket, raised his head and drank the spicy wine in the cup, "Thank you!"
"Be careful, the wind has been tight recently."
Outside the door of the bar, there were a few homeless people lying in the gloomy alley, and a few young people who were obviously a little tall were laughing loudly. These intricate back alleys are rarely visited by "serious people". They are narrow and dirty, and larger than the main street system. Those "outside the system" poor people live in these places.
Tang Yi is no stranger to this place. Compared with those bright cafes, bright and clean shopping streets and luxurious restaurants, he feels that it is more natural here, and even the different eye colors and scars will not attract too much attention, because people are even more "weird" than him. Plenty of them here.
He walked through the alleys, hoping to find a small store with a DVD projector. However, when he was about to turn into another side street, he suddenly saw a pale figure disappear behind a red wooden door that was half-sunk into the ground.
Tang Yi's heart stopped suddenly.
Although the other party was wearing a hoodie, his hair was covered by the hood, and although there was only a fleeting profile of his face, but that seemed to be mercury
Tang Yi ran over quickly, but saw that the red door had been closed. Above the door is a rudimentary neon tube, spliced into the word "".
Walking along the dirty stairs to the door of the basement, the noisy metal sound from the door panel stimulated his sensitive hearing. He took out a pair of recently bought earplugs from his pocket and put them in his ears, pushed open the door and went in.