I skipped classes all the way over the wall and took a taxi to the research institute. The journey on the road was similar to that of the second week, except that the driver changed.
This time the driver was not as talkative as the uncle in Erzhoumu. The driver was taciturn along the way, and Xia Yihui happened to be happy and relaxed. He just leaned back slightly on the seat and closed his eyes to rest, thinking about the missile in his mind.
In the silent space, the audience in the live broadcast room also began to chat.
"It's more than 9:00 in the morning, and there are still one or two hours before the armored vehicle arrives. I feel that Xia Xia arrived a little early."
"No, Er Zhou Mu Xiaxia robbed the second armored vehicle, and they waited for a long time. This time, it is estimated that they robbed the first vehicle and entered it. It is not too early."
"That means I saved a lot of time this time, maybe I can pass the level!"
"In the case of missiles, what are you doing in the research institute? Could it be that the research institute can also control the launch of missiles?"
"Ask Academician Xia, Xia Xia was safely evacuated during the missile crisis ten years ago. I feel that Academician Xia should know something."
"You can ask God Zhang! He was also in City S back then, isn't he still alive now? Then he must know!"
Seeing the last barrage, Xia Yihui's heart moved. This thread of inspiration ran so fast that he had no chance to catch it at all, but he couldn't help planting a seed of doubt in his heart.
Generally, in the event of an urban crisis, it is always the superstructure that is evacuated ahead of schedule, followed by high-tech talents, and some important equipment and documents.
Generally speaking, Zhang Qingyu was just an ordinary high school student ten years ago, and it was impossible for him to be included in the list of evacuees.
But the current fact is that Zhang Qingyu did indeed survive... Is there such a possibility that maybe he also participated in some major events back then
It's useless to think too much, but the opinions of the barrage can indeed be referred to.
Xia Yi looked to the left, and Zhang Qingyu was sitting in the back of the driver's seat in a regular manner at this time, with his back straight, just as he seemed to be, reserved and calm.
There is a shadow area over there, and the sunlight can only be projected there, hitting Zhang Qingyu's white skirt and slightly drooping eyelashes, making him even more refined and beautiful.
Surprised by Zhang Qingyu's extremely high appearance, Xia Yihui quickly said, "Do you have any ideas?"
Zhang Qingyu paused slightly, and tilted his head in doubt.
It can be clearly seen that the light spots move on his face, and the places they pass are as if created by gods, as touching as the most beautiful works of art.
Xia Yihui said again: "I mean the missile thing."
Zhang Qingyu stared at Xia Yi for a while, then nodded and said, "I do have an idea."
The eyes of the driver in the driver's seat drifted for a while, and he couldn't help but quietly observe the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
The two people in the conversation did not notice any abnormality in the driver's expression, and their conversation was going on as usual.
Xia Yihui said, "What do you think? Do you know something?"
The point of these words is a bit clear, and ordinary people may think it is too sharp, but Zhang Qingyu is not very human.
His expression was as calm as usual, and he said, "I know where the console that controls the missile launch is."
Xia Yi was taken aback, his pupils dilated slightly, and after a long silence, he said, "Since you didn't stop me from coming to the research institute, that means...that thing is really in the research institute?"
Zhang Qingyu said, "Yes."
Xia Yihui frowned and said: "But this is unreasonable. The research institute has always been in charge of medical development. When will even missiles go to get involved?"
"..."
This time it was Zhang Qingyu's turn to be silent.
The audience in the live broadcast room calmed down and fixed their eyes on the electronic screen, for fear of missing a little bit of information. Even the driver NPC in the dungeon didn't care that the two high school students were talking about this topic, which was too fantasy. He also secretly glanced back through the rearview mirror, obviously very curious about Zhang Qingyu's answer.
In the silence, there was a barely audible sigh.
Zhang Qingyu said: "The discussion of the voting session was conducted in the research institute. In order to save time, the console was naturally moved to the research institute."
Xia Yi asked, "What vote?"
Zhang Qingyu said: "There is an expression on whether the missile should be activated."
Xia Yihui paused, and asked cautiously, "Which one did I vote for back then?"
The audience in the live broadcast room were all very curious because of this question. The driver in the driver's seat took out his mobile phone and started editing Weibo while waiting for the red light.
#开租租 I received two high school boys, both of whom are good-looking, but unfortunately their brains are broken at a young age. #
Zhang Qingyu didn't make a fool of himself, and said bluntly: "A total of 203 people have voting rights, including 163 high-level executives and 40 scientific researchers. As a result of the voting, 174 people chose 'yes', 28 people chose 'abstain vote', and only one person Select 'No'."
Xia Yihui: "..."
Zhang Qingyu leaned forward slightly, approached Xia once, and said with clear eyes: "The only one is you."
Maybe it was because of passing under a big bridge. At this moment, the sun was completely gone, and the whole car was shrouded in darkness. It was so dark that I couldn't see anything. The only thing I could feel was Zhang Qingyu's breath so close. Voice.
Xia Yihui's heart beat faster, slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, and said in a trembling voice, "All 174 people choose to massacre the city?"
"Yes." Zhang Qingyu's eyes were dull, as if recalling some extremely unfriendly memories, he was silent for a while before continuing: "Because everyone is on the evacuation list, and family members are also there, so naturally there is no scruple. "
Xia Yihui was silent: "..."
This reason... is so cruel that it is impossible to argue.
But so what if the city is not slaughtered, if the reptile virus spreads to Linshi, even the entire Huaguo. At that time, the number of casualties will not only be in the tens of millions.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Xia Yihui felt faintly that the choice of massacring the city was correct. In order to protect the majority of people, the sacrifice of a small number of people was really unavoidable.
Then the problem came again, in addition to the frozen man project, this time there was also the problem of missile projection. Xia Yihui, ten years ago, chose an answer that was different from his original intention.
What happened ten years ago that caused such a huge change in his personality
squeak—
The wheels rubbed against the ground violently, and the ear-piercing brakes suddenly sounded.
The car swayed for a while, Xia Yi turned around and slammed to the side, almost throwing herself towards Zhang Qingyu. The latter's reaction was naturally extremely quick, and he caught him with his arms slightly opened.
When they raised their eyes, the two looked at each other, almost frozen.
The sunlight shone into the car, as if it had been frozen for a light year, leaving only the tenderness of this moment.
"It's the research institute."
The driver turned his head slowly, and said earnestly: "It's good for high school students to have imagination, but be careful not to get too caught up."
Xia Yihui: "..."
**
"Are you waiting for the armored vehicle?"
"Aoooo excited.ing"
"I want to see Xia Xia and Zhang Dashen fighting everywhere in the research institute!"
"Master Zhang must know where the missile console is, and the time can be greatly saved. It's just that the armored vehicle has to wait for more than an hour. This is too annoying."
The taxi drove away in a hurry, Xia Yihui and Zhang Qingyu had a very tacit understanding, neither of them mentioned the matter of "dropping into the arms" in the taxi just now.
Just looking at the expressions and reactions, it seems that both of them have lost their love, and their reactions are not even as big as the CP fans in the live broadcast room.
Turn two corners and the research institute is in front of you.
Familiar buildings are displayed in front of my eyes.
The new site of the research institute is grand and magnificent, and the security in front of the gate is also very strict, just like Er Zhoumu, giving people a very difficult feeling to deal with.
I remember that Xia Yi had to wait for an armored vehicle in the cold wind for a long time last time, this time he will not be so stupid again.
Thinking of the thoughts in his heart, Xia Yihui turned directly around the corner without any hesitation, and strode towards the gate of the institute.
Seeing his reaction, the audience in the live broadcast panicked.
"Xia Xia, calm down, although we are going in to do things, we have to go in first!"
"I didn't see it, I just watched the replay of Lucian's live broadcast just now. Does Xia Xia want cos lu to kill AWM?"
"Pull it down, God Lu still has at least one awm, and Xia Xia only has one, not two, but one! Isn't it just courting death to fall!"
"Zhang Dashen is really a favorite, just follow Xia Xia so recklessly, anyway, no one is afraid of a high force value. Hey... still have to pay attention, although no one has cleared the level yet, but just dying like this is a waste of three weeks , it's still a pity."
While the audience in the live broadcast room were chatting, Xia Yihui had already reached the gate of the research institute, followed by Zhang Qingyu.
The guards were holding their guns and looking at Xia Yi with serious eyes. Seeing this strange look, many people who were watching the live broadcast suddenly cried out in their hearts.
Although Xia Yihui is an academician of the research institute, firstly, he didn't carry his ID card, and secondly, because he looks too flamboyant, he preconceived that he was here to make trouble, how could he let it go so easily
In a few breaths, the two groups of people formally met.
"Who are you? Stop! You will shoot within ten steps!"
A guard shouted loudly, with a vicious look on his face.
Xia Yihui didn't panic in the slightest, as if walking leisurely and elegantly in the back garden of his own house, he stopped the general good ten steps away.
Glancing at the camera at the gate, he laughed loudly: "I forgot to bring my ID card, can you accommodate me?"
The guards caught a glimpse of Xia Yihui's high school uniform, and immediately showed contempt on his face. He sneered and raised his gun directly.
There was a burst of sighs and sighs in the live broadcast room, and one after another felt that a wise man will lose everything if he thinks about it.
**
In the monitoring room hundreds of meters away.
"Hahahahahaha… "
The new intern watched the monitor laughing and his shoulders trembled.
The elderly mentor entered the room, and was surprised to see it, and asked, "What happened?"
The intern pointed at the monitor and continued to laugh: "Here are two idiot high school students who pretended to be researchers and wanted to sneak into the research institute. The kids nowadays are really... lie and don't take it seriously. This kind of low-quality lie that can be broken at one point can't be done at all." Fortunately, they can figure it out!"
"A high school student?"
The instructor scratched his head, took out the reading glasses from his pocket, approached the monitor, and wiped the glasses. After finishing this series of actions, when he raised his eyes, he saw the guard pointing a gun at the two people. After seeing the faces of the two people clearly, the instructor froze.
The intern couldn't understand the wink, and continued to laugh at this time.
The instructor couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the table, shouting: "Fucking high school student, this fucking boss is my boss!"
The laughter stopped abruptly, and the intern was petrified like a lightning strike.