When the autumn tiger was raging, the "Old Tune Team" arrived at the entrance area of the "Pangu Creature" underground building together with the three intelligence officers who came back to report.
Like last time, they had to undergo strict security checks.
Although the right hand is an iron-black machine, Long Yuehong, who is also flexible, took out the items on his body and put them in the wooden basket, while looking sideways at Shang Jianyao.
Seeing this, he almost shouted.
Shang Jianyao actually took out both the "Six Senses Pearl" and the "Angel of Life" necklace, and obviously did not transfer the breath left by the awakened people who explored the depths of the "Spiritual Corridor".
-The surfaces of the two items were moist, as if they had been coated with pulp, reflecting a certain amount of light.
Don't you mean to hide it somewhere outside so that the company doesn't know about it? Long Yuehong had strong doubts in her heart, but did not dare to speak at this time.
Shang Jianyao seemed to have heard his heart, and said to him with a smile:
"Today's me is not the me of yesterday, and the me of yesterday is not the me of the day before yesterday.
"Now it's an honest businessman."
"..." Long Yuehong's mouth was half open, almost forgot to close it.
After a while, a word flashed in his mind:
"Bullshit!"
Jiang Baimian resisted the urge to raise his hand to cover his face.
She is tired, it doesn't matter. Anyway, for the current "old tune group", this is not a big deal. After all, they have completed a lot of tasks this time, some of which are very difficult ones. His contribution is absolutely high, and he is not afraid of being detained.
Moreover, Kang Na knows about the fact that they captured the special commissioner of the Eighth Research Institute, and the ghost knows whether she has reported to the company what items Kaa is suspected of having.
Bai Chen quickly calculated how many contribution points she might have left in the end, which was related to some of her future choices.
After passing the security check and parking the vehicle, the "Old Tunes Team" and "Garibaldi" Giuseppe entered the elevator.
"You should go to the 649th floor." Jiang Baimian said thoughtfully.
"Yes." Giuseppe nodded. "They said it just now."
Jiang Baimian helped them highlight the 649th floor, and then chose the 647th floor where his group was located.
After the elevator descended for a while, the three intelligence officers waved goodbye and disappeared before their eyes.
When the sedan door closed, Long Yuehong suddenly sighed.
"What's wrong?" Bai Chen asked.
Long Yuehong was moved:
"We met a lot of people along the way and walked with a lot of people, but now there are only four of us left."
Before Bai Chen responded, Shang Jianyao looked at Long Yuehong suspiciously:
"I don't remember using the 'literary youth' ability against you."
At this time, the elevator stopped at the 647th floor.
Jiang Baimian didn't give Shang Jianyao a chance to talk about the topic, and took the lead:
"Let's go."
They made their way back to room 14, where the furnishings were slightly different from before they set off, but generally the same, because every once in a while someone would come to clean up the dust.
"Huh..." Jiang Baimian threw his body into the back chair representing the team leader, and leaned back comfortably.
She sighed with satisfaction:
"It's still comfortable at home!"
If the team members hadn't been staring, and there was no bed where she grew up from naps, she would have wanted to roll around to express her feelings.
"Yeah." Long Yuehong also took his place.
Shang Jianyao dropped his tactical backpack and raised his hand to touch his stomach.
Gollum, gollum.
The sound came as expected.
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian laughed:
"Disinfect first, take a bath, change clothes, and then go to the dining hall for dinner, please!"
"Long live!" Shang Jianyao shouted without any shame.
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen glanced at each other, expecting the same.
Immediately afterwards, Shang Jianyao made a request:
"I want braised pork."
"I want beef brisket with potatoes." Long Yuehong couldn't help swallowing saliva.
"I want three fresh food." Bai Chen hesitated for a while, then said.
Jiang Baimian cursed angrily and hilariously:
"What to eat doesn't depend on what we want, it depends on what's in the cafeteria!"
After speaking, she waved her hand in disgust:
"Without the management, how could it be possible to open a small stove for you
"Even if it's a small stove, it depends on what ingredients are available that day.
"Okay, go to disinfect, take a shower, and change your clothes!"
In fact, when they entered the underground building, they went through a round of disinfection, dust removal and sterilization, which are now additional insurance measures.
…
After dinner, the four members of the "Old Tunes Group" were paralyzed in their positions with their bulging stomachs.
After a while, Jiang Baimian straightened up and said:
"You can go back. I will hurry up and get a draft report out, and I will revise it tomorrow."
"Okay." Long Yuehong was the first to stand up rarely.
This time, after rolling between life and death, he misses his family very much.
Jiang Baimian watched him walk out of the room with Shang Jianyao and Bai Chen, picked up the phone, hesitated for a long time, and finally dialed a number.
"Dad, I'm back." She looked at the microphone with a relaxed smile.
Jiang Wenfeng was pleasantly surprised:
"At last I'm willing to come back!
"I heard that you have done a great job in Primordial City?"
"We're just soldiers..." Jiang Baimian acted coquettishly and complained of bitterness, "I'll tell you in detail when the confidentiality level is set."
She looked away from the landline, looked at the opposite wall, and said silently for a while:
"Dad, I want to have cochlear implant surgery."
"Ah?" Jiang Wenfeng felt that the sun today must be rising from the west.
Jiang Baimian muttered:
"There are too many dangers outside, I feel that I can't let this weakness continue to remain, and I can't let my fear affect the safety of the whole group. Oh, if you don't agree, I'm going to back down, hurry up, stop my thoughts. think!"
"Okay, I'll make arrangements now." Jiang Wenfeng felt a sense of urgency.
Jiang Baimian gritted his teeth lightly, and his voice subconsciously became smaller:
"Also, I want to participate in the experiment of awakening."
Jiang Wenfeng was silent for a few seconds and said:
"Are you sure? This is not a small risk."
Jiang Baimian looked at the opposite wall and sighed:
"Sure."
Without giving Jiang Wenfeng a chance to say more, she smiled and said:
"Dad, do you still remember my childhood dreams?"
Jiang Wenfeng recalled it and smiled bitterly:
"Remember... At that time, when you were only in your early ten years, you heard me talk about the destruction of the old world, the horror of 'innocence' and the tragic past of the dust, what it looks like now, and clamoring to investigate the cause of the destruction of the old world and the 'no heart disease' Heart disease' the source of the disease, has been shouting until graduation, into the laboratory.
"I was really relieved at that time. Who would have thought that after going around in circles, you still embarked on this road."
The smile on Jiang Baimian's face became more and more obvious:
"You said you would support me in pursuing my dreams."
Jiang Wenfeng was silent for a while and said:
"All right."
Jiang Baimian hung up the phone.
She immediately opened the music player on the computer and found a song that matched her current mood—one of them copied from Shang Jianyao.
The beautiful singing sounded quickly:
"Do you remember your childhood dreams
"Like a flower that never dies
"Accompany me through the wind and rain
"Look at things
"Look at the vicissitudes of life
"The price paid for love..." (Note 1)
Hearing this, Jiang Baimian frowned. After some operations, he made the song play only the first five sentences and repeated it:
"Do you remember your childhood dreams
"Like a flower that never dies
"Accompany me through the wind and rain
"Look at things
"Look at the vicissitudes of life..."
…
Somewhere in the corridor on the 647th floor, Shang Jianyao, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen walked side by side.
At the corner, Bai Chen pointed to the other side and said:
"I'm home."
She lives on the 622nd floor, not in the same area as the elevator that Shang Jianyao and the others used.
Before waiting for Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong to respond, Bai Chen pursed his lips and said again:
"When the rewards are distributed, I plan to apply for biological prosthetic transplantation and genetic modification."
"It's very dangerous." Long Yuehong frowned.
He was referring primarily to genetic modification.
Bai Chen said calmly:
"I have decided."
I don't want to give up my companions and leave by myself... She silently added in her heart.
"Okay." Long Yuehong never felt that he could persuade Bai Chen, and only hoped that the team leader could do it.
When the petite companion walked out of their sight, Long Yuehong and Shang Jianyao went to another area and entered the correct elevator.
He looked at his figure projected on the metal compartment wall, and asked a little uneasily:
"Does my face look okay?"
Of course, such a serious injury cannot be completely healed in a few days or a few weeks. Until recently, Long Yuehong got rid of various sequelae and was completely cured, but his body is still relatively weak and needs to be exercised to recover later.
He is now mainly worried that his family will see that he has been seriously injured, and it will be plain sad.
As for the mechanical arm that could not be concealed, he had already thought of an excuse, and Shang Jianyao helped him think:
"It's so cool, so strong, it's tempting for a man to stand it!"
Shang Jianyao looked up and down Long Yuehong a few times:
"As long as you don't fight people, you won't be seen as a problem."
"I'm not stupid." Long Yuehong muttered.
My current physical condition, how can I fight with people
Besides, for so many years before, I, Long Yuehong, have always abided by various regulations and never violated them!
Shang Jianyao added with a serious look:
"I mean, people will see how strong this robotic arm is."
"..." Long Yuehong exhaled slowly.
Soon, the elevator reached the 495th floor. Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong waved their hands in disgust, and each walked towards the road home.
Shang Jianyao threw the brass-colored key and walked slowly on the "street", greeting the passing neighbors from time to time.
They were all very interested in this young man who had returned from an outing on duty, but they could see that the other party had just returned, so I was embarrassed to interrupt now.
It didn't take long for Shang Jianyao to return to room 196 where he lived.
He pushed open the door and entered, the narrow and cramped room reflected in his eyes.
The deepest horizontal bed, the red lacquered wood table and back chair on the left, the stove and the sink on the right, were all squeezed into a space of only six square meters.
Shang Jianyao didn't pack up immediately, went into the room and closed the door, walked to the bed, and lay down.
The room was unusually quiet, and he was alone again.
Shang Jianyao immediately raised his right hand and pinched the temples on both sides.
He came to the empty soul room and sat cross-legged on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, he divided it into three and began to transform this place with his mind.
He separated two rooms, one big and one small, and also got a very narrow bathroom.
Then, he revealed the furniture in his memory, such as the red lacquered wooden table, one by one, including the clothes he could no longer wear.
At the end of the renovation, Shang Jianyao fixed the mist representing the "Sea of Origin" on one of the walls in the small room, making it an "LCD TV".
After all this, he sat down and looked at the room silently.
(End of the fourth part)
Note 1: "The Price of Love" by Li Zongsheng.
Part 4 Summary
I haven't written a summary for a long time, my hands are a little raw, laugh.
The fourth "Emperor" has two main meanings. One is to represent the last words of the former "First City" Emperor Olei, which is also the main task of the "Old Tune Group". City" rights change.
In addition, I am also trying to use different characters to represent different musical instruments. They come from all directions, meet into the most intense movement, and then go away one by one, leaving one by one, leaving only the musical instrument representing the protagonist. out of loneliness.
Such a writing method inevitably requires new characters, good shaping, and progressive character levels of the original characters.
To this end, I wrote the arrogant "priest", the general Phokas with the appearance of a lion and the inside of a fox, the merciful Zennaga, the accommodating Galoran, the ambitious Gaius, the indulging in desire Asus, for Zeng Duo, who is running around in his hometown and forgetting himself, wait, wait, and so on.
At the same time, Xiaohong ignited his courage, Lao Han understood the meaning of his lover, Xiaobai's complete presentation of the past and present determination, Dabai began to face his fears, and Shang Jianyao took another step on the road of mental illness After taking a solid step, Lao Ge slowly grasped the meaning of the word emotional intelligence. These belong to the developmental trajectory of the characters, making their images more hierarchical.
At this point, the self feels that it has achieved its intended purpose.
The main problem lies in six points:
First, when I first arrived in a big place, and it is a place where I will be active for a long time, I am always accustomed to cutting in from some corners to show the characters and customs here, and then bring out the characters little by little. Outlining the events bit by bit, this leads to a slow rhythm in the early stage, and for some friends, the reading experience may not be very good.
The second is the issue of rhythm. As I said in this book, there are upgrades, but I will try to weaken the help of upgrades to the rhythm. Therefore, in the whole book, Shang Jianyao has only improved once. From the perspective of more varied readers, such a rhythm is indeed not very friendly. For this reason, when I initially made the settings, I made "props" similar to magical items, hoping to reflect the changes through the acquisition and consumption of props, so that the focus of the story was more focused on the advancement of the plot.
The third is fighting. How should I put it, every fight involving an awakened person consumes my brain power. It is more difficult than writing boxing, martial arts, etc., so it is easy to become polarized: when certain abilities are the first When it appears once, in order not to let everyone be confused, I will definitely explain it completely, and the fight will be long-winded, suitable for reading in one breath, and I don't have the ability to write so much in one breath; The second or even third time, when the focus is on wits and bravery, the effect is not bad, it is fun and intense.
The fourth is the lack of tension. When the main characters have never died, the tension of the story is indeed a bit difficult to create. Without tension, it is not exciting enough, and there is no big climax. The solution to this problem is not to die for the sake of the dead, and to die when you deserve to die. I will try to use "failure" to create a corresponding atmosphere in the future. That is to say, not every mission can be successful.
The fifth is the change of power in this "First City" because the protagonist group is only playing soy sauce on the edge, so I use it more as a stage that leads out more settings and deeper secrets and shapes characters, rather than a trigger for a climax Point, this and readers' expectations formed a certain dislocation.
Sixth, it dragged too long on some suspenseful settings, resulting in a lack of enough shock when decrypting.
The above is the summary of the fourth part. The fifth part is "Hero", which is named after Beethoven's Third Symphony. From the name, you should be able to guess that the fifth part will have "The Salvation Army" related content.
The fifth hero