Mei Shou'an didn't say too much. Relatively important knowledge, such as how to determine whether there is a door leading to the "new world" in a room, needs to pass all examinations by Shang Jianyao before telling him that the main part of the current part is mentioned. It is a precaution, lest Shang Jianyao, an awakened person with mental problems, rashly explore the "Spiritual Corridor" during the review period and encounter problems that could have been avoided.
After nearly an hour of conversation, Mei Shouan asked his researcher to take Shang Jianyao for a detailed physical examination.
…
Floor 495, Zone C, Activity Center.
Long Yuehong, who had eaten dinner, gathered up her courage and came here.
He found that most of the neighbors didn't regard him as a monster, but were very curious about the robotic arm and interested in his current state.
After Long Yuehong explained with the prepared remarks, their attention quickly turned to the function of the mechanical arm. From time to time, someone came to touch and tap a few times, requesting a demonstration.
There are even some young girls, making Long Yuehong strangely embarrassed.
After successfully removing the psychological barrier, he finally found an opportunity to squeeze out the crowd and come to a corner.
"Hi, Meng Xia, long time no see." Long Yuehong greeted a lady with a smile.
He used the excuse of seeing his classmates to get rid of "harassment".
Just as Meng Xia was about to get up and respond to her old classmate, her husband Zhang Lei was already brushing over the ground, posing as a supportive gesture.
"This is?" Long Yuehong was also someone who had experienced outside, and immediately noticed that there was a "situation".
Zhang Lei, who seemed to be very silent and restrained, with only sharp eyes showed a rare smile:
"Xia Xia is pregnant."
Long Yuehong was not surprised by this at all. Meng Xia and Zhang Lei have been married for more than a year. With the style of "Pangu Creatures" encouraging fertility, it is already too late for them to have children until now.
"Congratulations!" Long Yuehong smiled.
He took the initiative to pull a chair and sit down, preventing the old classmate from getting up out of courtesy.
"Thank you." Meng Xia replied, and then asked slightly curiously, "Is your robotic arm really strong?"
She originally wanted to ask "Did you really apply for a transplant on your own initiative?", but she felt that the relationship between the two parties was not that good, so she changed the topic.
Her husband, Zhang Lei from the outside world, further asked:
"What model is it?"
"Type T1." Long Yuehong didn't hide it.
Zhang Lei was slightly surprised:
"Have you been to 'United Industries'? It's a relatively new model, and it's rare even in Prime City."
"We know an arms dealer from 'United Industries'." Long Yuehong briefly explained.
Meng Xia became more curious, and asked her husband:
"Is this really great?"
"Yes." Zhang Lei looked around and gave an example, "If it is applied well, he can kill everyone here by himself."
This refers to the activity center.
Long Yuehong subconsciously said modestly:
"The premise is that there are no awakened people here, no genetic modification, no biological prosthesis transplanted."
Meng Xia was stunned when she heard it.
What she cares about is not the power of the robotic arm, although it does have a point, what she is angry and funny is the example her husband gave.
What a broken example!
Long Yuehong even responded to this example!
It's like someone asking if this kitchen knife is not sharp, and the answer is enough to hack your whole family to death.
Although the tone and nature are not so serious this time, the underlying logic is similar.
Meng Xia couldn't help but sighed:
"Can you discuss something good?"
Is this the habitual thinking of people who have lived on the surface
Long Yuehong also noticed this problem, raised the mechanical arm, scratched the back of his head, and forcibly changed the topic:
"Meng Xia, you are just pregnant, aren't you? You can't even tell.
"At times like this, shouldn't you go out less? Why did you come back here?"
Under the influence of Shang Jianyao, a qualified follower of the "Rite of Life" sect, Long Yuehong has acquired some common sense that he should not have.
Meng Xia pouted and said:
"Our floor is too dull. There are no people in the activity center. It's uncomfortable to stay here. The atmosphere here is good."
Only then did Long Yuehong remember that Meng Xia and Zhang Lei lived on the floor where foreign employees were the mainstay.
He was about to say something, but saw Shang Jianyao walk into the activity center.
"This way." Long Yuehong waved his hand.
As soon as Shang Jianyao approached, he touched his stomach and asked Long Yuehong:
"Do you still have noodles at home?"
"Yes. What's the matter, didn't eat?" Long Yuehong asked.
Shang Jianyao sat opposite Meng Xia and sighed:
"The institute doesn't care about food, and it has left me until now. I have nothing to eat, so I can only make it myself."
"What are you doing at the research institute?" Meng Xia asked curiously.
Shang Jianyao replied calmly:
"Being studied."
"Haha." Meng Xia laughed.
Long time no see, Shang Jianyao still loves to joke as before.
However, compared with that at school, his personality has changed quite a bit.
In the lively activity center, the four of them chatted, and the atmosphere was very leisurely.
During this process, Zhang Lei glanced at Shang Jianyao:
"I thought you would also have a robotic arm transplanted."
This is his intuitive judgment.
"It was robbed by him, there is only one such one." Shang Jianyao pointed to Long Yuehong angrily.
He showed undisguised envy and hatred.
Meng Xia completely believed that Long Yuehong had voluntarily applied for a transplant.
After chatting a few more words, Shang Jianyao looked around, but did not see a familiar figure, so he asked:
"Where's Old Chen?"
In private, they called Chen Xianyu, the director of the activity center on this floor, more of an old Chen, and in person, it was mainly Grandpa Chen.
Meng Xia's expression changed a few times, and he replied with a heavy voice:
"In early August, a wave of 'involuntary disease' broke out in the company, and Grandpa Chen was unfortunately infected."
"Ah..." Long Yuehong felt a little unreal for a while.
It's only been out for a few months, and things are wrong
Shang Jianyao also fell silent, while the people in the activity center were playing cards, chatting, or discussing whether to organize a dance party on the weekend, which was very lively.
Long Yuehong, who originally thought this kind of leisurely and comfortable feeling was very good, suddenly couldn't sit still.
He said to Meng Xia:
"Shang Jianyao and I left first, he is still hungry."
"Goodbye." Meng Xia waved his hand.
…
After making a big bowl of braised beef noodles with the reserved canned food and dried noodles from Long Yuehong's family and eating it all, Shang Jian Yao washed up and went to bed.
He entered the "Spiritual Corridor" again.
He divided it into ten, looked around, and found that the distribution of house numbers was the same as before, and there was no change.
Following the original route, the merchants went to the side of the corridor.
Before long, he came to the vicinity of room "1215".
This time, he intends to go a little deeper and collect more abnormal situations to facilitate future preparations.
Looking around with ten eyes, the eyes of Shang Jianyao froze at the same time.
The location in their memory, the golden house number is:
"1235"
"Changed?" Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a deers hunting hat, said silently for a moment.
"No other house numbers have changed." The cowardly Shang Jianyao reminded his "colleagues".
Business meeting with colleagues at the Democratic Consultative Council.
The honest Shang Jianyao frowned:
"That's weird.
"Could there be something odd about room '1215'? It's of a movable type and difficult to re-enter?"
"It's hard to say, it's hard to say." The half-human, half-machine businessman in a red cassock shook his head.
Ten Shang Jianyao, you discussed each and every word for a while, but still could not come up with an effective explanation. You can only wait for the review to end and ask Mei Shou'an if he has seen any changes in the house numbers of the surrounding rooms.
…
The next morning, in the elevator leading to the 647th floor.
Looking at the changing numbers on the LCD screen, Long Yuehong was silent for a while and said:
"Is there at least one outbreak of 'involuntary heart disease' every year?"
He was referring to the inside of "Pangaeon".
"That's what we remember." Shang Jianyao raised his hand and rubbed his chin.
Although many times before the "innocence disease" did not break out on the 495th floor where they lived, the adults who heard the corresponding broadcasts were always a little scared and subconsciously reduced the number of gatherings in the activity center, so they were young at the time. left a certain impression.
"Last year was late autumn, and there were people from the 'Rite of Life' sect... This year is the beginning of August..." Long Yuehong tried to find the connection between the two epidemics.
Without a doubt, he failed.
If the pattern of the "innocence disease" epidemic was so easy to find, it would have been found by researchers long ago!
At this time, Shang Jianyao, who put his hand on his chin, said "Huh":
"Isn't the beginning of August your surgery time?"
The first unrest in the city occurred in early August.
"What's the connection?" Long Yuehong thought it was just a coincidence.
He thinks that Shang Jianyao wants to joke more about himself, saying that his serious injury has caused an "unintentional" epidemic within the company.
Coming to the 647th floor and entering room 14, Shang Jianyao shouted directly to Jiang Baimian who had already arrived:
"Da Bai, check when the company's outbreak in August began and when it ended."
Jiang Baimian grinded his teeth:
"Any questions?"
Although Dabai was a nickname she took and asked the team members to use, but every time Shang saw Yao shouting like this, it gave her a feeling of being beaten.
"Guess what?" Shang Jianyao responded with interest.
Jiang Baimian gave him a sideways glance, too lazy to pay any attention to him, using the computer, entering the intranet, and flipping through the corresponding news within the scope of authority.
She looked and said:
"The first case was on the morning of August 7, between 8:30 and 10:30. Because it was discovered relatively late, the time point could not be precise...
"The end is on August 13th..."
Having said that, Jiang Baimian paused and frowned.
Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong.
After hesitating for a while, Jiang Baimian said in a deep voice:
"August 7th was the day of the first city turmoil."