After listening to Qiao Chu's words, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao spoke at the same time:
"I… "
Seeing that the other party had something to say, they closed their mouths together again, and the scene suddenly fell into a strange silence.
After a few seconds, Jiang Baimian smiled and said:
"You speak first."
Shang Jianyao nodded seriously and said:
"I want to go to the toilet first."
"...Don't have any other ideas?" Jiang Baimian was almost at a loss for words.
Shang Jianyao didn't think about it, and replied directly:
"By the way, look around the other rooms."
"Patrol... Would it be better to use patrol?" Jiang Baimian asked habitually.
Then, she nodded in satisfaction:
"Go."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to look at Long Yuehong:
"When resting in this closed room, you must remember to confirm that there is nothing abnormal inside.
"This is not a problem that can be solved simply by working at night, because a similar environment is narrow and cramped, with many obstacles, it is difficult to escape, and it is not easy to fight. Even if the unexpected situation can be discovered in time, it will be quite troublesome."
Having said that, Jiang Baimian glanced at Qiao Chu subconsciously, surprised at his carelessness in vigilance.
Is the special commissioner of the Eighth Research Institute too confident and not afraid of accidents, or is he simply inexperienced in related fields
Qiao Chu didn't look at her, took off the silver rifle behind him, and pulled a tan-yellow painted chair that was still intact in front of him.
He immediately walked to the old coffee table, took out several tissues from the dark packaging, and turned to wipe the heavily dusty chair.
Seeing this, Long Yuehong didn't know whether to follow Shang Jianyao to search the room or help Qiao Chu clean things.
"Just remember this time, sit down." Jiang Baimian didn't embarrass him.
Long Yuehong sat on the sofa like a conditioned reflex, but as a result, the surface of the gray puffy, which was originally unknown, sank suddenly, and then tore apart with a stab.
This made Long Yuehong unable to sit firmly and almost fell into the sofa.
Jiang Baimian withdrew his gentle gaze, glanced at the disgraced subordinate, and said with a low smile:
"Be careful, here are antiques from seventy or eighty years ago or even longer.
"Also, there are so many bacteria and viruses in the dust. Although you have done genetic modification, you are not prone to diseases, but you have to be careful."
"Yes, team leader!" Long Yuehong stood up and responded loudly, just like many times in the past.
"Team leader..." Qiao Chu repeated the term in a low voice with indifferent eyes, not paying much attention.
He had cleaned the chair and sat down.
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen began to pack up the sofa, chairs, and coffee table, while Shang Jianyao went back to the junction between the living room and the dining room, and walked to the short aisle in the depths of the room.
At this time, as night came, the room was already dark.
The living room area is okay, the floor-to-ceiling windows are very large, even if there is no moon outside, the starlight also shines in a little, so that Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and others can barely see each other's faces, and enter the aisle position, Shang Jian Yao You can only roughly distinguish the outline of some things.
Shang Jianyao unzipped the camouflage backpack and took out a grainy silver flashlight from the inside.
- He doesn't always hang the flashlight on his armed belt, but occasionally puts it in the security department's standard backpack.
With the orange beam of light from the flashlight, Shang Jianyao clearly saw the scene ahead:
There are brown-red wooden doors on the left and right sides of the aisle, but they are not asymmetrical, and the styles are also different: the one on the left is closer to the entrance, and there is a thick glass above that makes it impossible to see the scene inside. Brass color with patina in places.
On the wall at the end, there is another brown-red wooden door on the far left.
Shang Jianyao walked to the door on the left side of the aisle first, because it was the closest.
During this process, he took off the "Icemoss" pistol to prevent accidents.
He twisted the handle with the palm of the hand holding the flashlight, and pushed open the door, Shang Jianyao didn't rush in, and used the flashlight outside for a while.
He saw a sink inside, something like a toilet in a textbook, a glass door that seemed to move, and a partitioned area with a shower head.
"Toilet." Shang Jianyao whispered and walked in.
From this place where he could see every angle at a glance, he sometimes jumped up and glanced at the air vent above, and sometimes squatted down, checking the narrow space between the toilet and the washbasin, as if he felt that there could be someone hiding there.
In the end, he only found some moss and a few ants in some shady places, but not much.
After checking, he walked to the toilet and lifted the lid.
There is no water in it.
Shang Jianyao tried the buttons in different positions of the toilet one after another with a scientific spirit, and found that they all lost their function.
He straightened up, twitched his nose exaggeratedly, and took a few deep breaths.
"It doesn't taste like..." After a few seconds, he came to a conclusion, his expression couldn't tell whether he was happy or regretful.
Next, he tried the shower head and confirmed that there was no water coming out.
After completing these inspections, Shang Jianyao was lost in thought, wondering what he was thinking.
After a while, he put the "Icemoss" pistol back on his armed belt, reached out his palm and pulled out the metal filter plugged under the sink of the sink.
It was so rusted that Shang Jian Yao almost pulled it off.
After putting this item aside, Shang Jianyao propped up with one hand, jumped up, and stood firmly on the sink, stepping on one side, extremely balanced.
He then clamped the flashlight under his chin, took off his pants, and aimed at the drain.
After solving the physiological problem, Shang Jianyao jumped down again and stuffed the metal filter back into place.
In the living room outside, Qiao Chu frowned and pinched his nose when he heard the movement. Long Yuehong and Bai Chen showed complicated expressions one after another.
Jiang Baimian didn't hear the small movement, and carefully distributed food such as compressed biscuits and energy bars.
Shang Jianyao walked out of the toilet, closed the door politely, and walked to the end of the aisle with a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other.
At this time, there was a door on his right and a door on his left.
He gestured with a pistol and flashlight and decided to choose the left.
In the process of opening the door, he was equally cautious.
The most striking thing in it is a relatively wide bed, with a dirty bed sheet that looks like a light green, and two pillows with the same pillowcase.
There was a low cabinet to the right of the bed, and to the right of the low cabinet was a row of high, tattered cabinets with milky white paint that reached the ceiling.
On the left side of the bed is a table with a large LCD screen and a box made of black metal.
Near the LCD screen, there are also the mouse, keyboard and a dark blue thing at the bottom that covers the honeycomb-like thing that Shang Jianyao knows.
To the left of this table is the wall and a large window sill. The window sill is covered with a brown blanket that seems to have been bitten by mice, and there is a small wooden table on the blanket.
Shang Jianyao took the flashlight and walked from the aisle between the end of the bed and the wall to the window sill.
He bent down, searched carefully for a while, and finally could only regretfully say to himself:
"No rat shit..."
This sentence echoed in the slightly empty room, as if there was still some doubts.
Shang Jianyao immediately walked to the table where the LCD screen was placed, and picked up different items in turn with his gun-wielding hand.
As a graduate of the higher education electronics department of "Pangu Biology", it is not difficult for him to recognize the computer in front of him.
He turned his head hard, glanced at the camouflage backpack behind him, and gave up the idea of stuffing big things into it.
Finally, he picked up the thing that was covered with black honeycomb-like things.
This is also slightly larger than the palm.
Combining his professional knowledge and his experience in the small trading market of the "activity center", Shang Jian Yao quickly confirmed that this should be a small speaker.
A speaker that can play music.
He quickly unplugged the speaker, pulling the item completely away from the computer.
After cleaning the dark blue speaker with the sheet next to him, Shang Jianyao took off the camouflage backpack behind him and stuffed it inside.
He's not sure if the speaker still works, and even thinks it shouldn't, but it doesn't matter, he will repair it, as long as he can find suitable and intact components for some replacements.
After putting on the camouflage backpack again, Shang Jianyao once again held a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other, and checked every corner of the room and different items.
He quickly went around to the other side, first bent down to look under the bed, and then pulled out the bedside table.
There are two upper and lower drawers in this low cabinet. Shang Jianyao opened the upper one for the first time.
"Ultra-thin... aspirin... white and black..." He flipped through the items and put them back.
He then pulled open the drawer below, which was empty and nothing.
Shang Jianyao stared for a few seconds, then withdrew his gaze, straightened his body, and walked to what was probably the wardrobe.
After opening the cabinet door, he saw a black jacket, a white gauze dress, and other clothes of indescribable style.
They hang there neatly, and seem to be the same as they were back then, except for the smell.
The reason why Shang Jianyao knew the dress was because some women in "Pangu Creatures" liked it very much.
This is a kind of impractical thing. Long clothes and trousers are the best choice when all the energy from the environment is directed to the "inner ecological zone", leaving only a small part for the "living zone". It is also very convenient to work.
Only those women with a little wealthy family will exchange contribution points for fabrics and make them themselves according to the style of skirts worn by some management relatives.
This is one of their most precious things, and they only wear it when they watch the year-end report performance, participate in certain group activities, and walk around various corners with their lovers.
Shang Jianyao reached out his hand subconsciously and touched the white gauze dress.
Perhaps the bar of the hanger was already rusted, or it was already in a fragile balance. As soon as Shang Jianyao touched the dress, the bar slid down with a bang, causing many clothes to fall on the wooden board below.
Shang Jianyao watched silently for a few seconds, then withdrew the hand holding "Ice Moss".
He continued to examine the drawers in the closet, but found nothing of note.
Soon, he left the room and entered the one on the right side of the corridor.
The room was even smaller, with only a less wide bed, a row of cream-colored wardrobes, and a desk with a lamp.
The sheet on the bed was blue with many little golden stars on it, much cuter than the set next door.
However, it also has a lot of smudges on it.
Shang Jianyao searched the past place by place, and finally, he leaned over to the pillow and lit the flashlight back and forth.
I don't know how long it took, Shang Jianyao put the torch on the bed and adjusted the position.
He immediately stretched out a hand and twisted a long hair on the edge of the pillow where the beam of light hit.
white hair.