"Du Heng..."
The name Jiang Baimian said seemed to have magic, and the members of the "Old Tune Group" in the room lost their ability to speak.
Before that, they had no idea that they would see Du Heng's name in a Buddhist holy place in the city ruins.
There should be no relationship between the two.
After more than ten seconds, Shang Jianyao said sincerely:
"Teacher Du Heng is indeed a person who has lived from the old world to the present!"
He looked proud and proud, and he didn't know that he thought it was really his teacher.
"You don't look like your age at all..." Long Yuehong muttered.
Du Heng seems to be in his forties, and the old world has been destroyed for nearly 70 years. Even though he was a prodigy when he attended the academic lecture on genetic research jointly organized by the Holm Reproductive Medical Center and the Northern Company as a special guest, he was young. It's definitely over eighty now.
Bai Chen organized the following language:
"Is it just the same name and surname, or the same pronunciation and different words?"
"Given Mr. Du Heng's strength and speciality, it is a completely acceptable explanation to have the skills to stay in the face." Jiang Baimian said with deliberation, "a character like him has a name and a surname in the old world, but it is in line with my imagination."
This is a mysterious existence chasing Xiaochong who is suspected to be the "King of the Unintentional". It is the most logical speculation that he has experienced the destruction of the old world.
Moreover, he has many old friends, such as the "Buddha's Body" of "Crystal Consciousness Teaching".
"If it was really Mr. Du Heng, we should have asked him about the cause of the destruction of the old world and the origin of the 'innocence'." Long Yuehong sighed with regret.
The honest Shang Jianyao sneered:
"You forgot? Teacher Du Heng said he lost a lot of memory."
"He chose to be an antiquarian, and he had the idea of retrieving that part of his memory." Jiang Baimian agreed with Shang Jianyao's words, feeling that this and Du Heng's self-proclaimed can form a logical chain.
At this time, Bai Chen remembered something, and while being alert to possible accidents, he asked:
"In what capacity did Mr. Du Heng attend that academic lecture?"
Jiang Baimian slowly shook his head:
"do not know.
"He is the only special guest who does not have the name of Honghewen, and has not marked his identity or position."
Even those with government backgrounds have very legitimate titles on the surface.
"It's really mysterious!" Shang Jianyao showed obvious envy.
"Is there anything else in the future?" Long Yuehong felt that it was not appropriate to discuss Du Heng's background and why he should attend such an academic lecture on the frontier of genetic research at this time.
On the one hand, there is a lack of effective clues. On the other hand, the "Old Tune Group" is in the ruins of Wasteland No. 13. Time is equal to life, and there is no room for such waste.
Jiang Baimian turned over the last page of the document:
"After the special guests is the location of the academic lecture, on the fourth floor of this small building, conference room No. 3.
"Nothing else."
Before waiting for the team members to respond, Jiang Baimian sighed:
"It seems necessary to do a search there."
Although under normal circumstances, after an academic lecture is over, the relevant conference room will definitely be tidied up, and there are other arrangements, but at that time, it was only a few days before the destruction of the old world. Jiang Baimian looked forward to Home Reproductive Medicine The staff of the center did not clean up thoroughly enough, and there are still clues or traces left.
After speaking, she pointed to the drawer of the desk and said:
"Come here, help to read the remaining documents, and strive for a quick solution."
Now that Shang Jianyao, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong have completed their tasks, of course, they must make reasonable use of their labor and save precious time.
After more than ten minutes of searching and browsing, the "old investigation team" finally confirmed that there was no other information of investigative value in the office belonging to the director of the center.
"Being able to see the names of Lin Sui and Teacher Du Heng on such a document, our trip is already worth the fare." Jiang Baimian was not disappointed at all.
Compared to the kind of team that spends years exploring the ruins of a city but can't find any valid clues, the "old tune group" is completely lucky.
As Jiang Baimian stuffed the document into his tactical backpack and picked up the individual combat bazooka on the ground, Long Yuehong turned out the window and took the pose of "spying" inside.
Purdue Zen Master Shang Jianyao calmly sat down with his legs crossed, turned around the "six knowledge beads", and recited the contents of the medical record of the ruins of the steel factory.
After completing this "ceremony", he took out the little jade Buddha.
Still no changes have occurred.
"There is no fate..." Shang Jianyao's words are always inexplicable.
After he sighed, he put away the Little Jade Buddha and the restored medical records, and the "Old Tune Team" slowly evacuated the room and searched other places on the same floor.
In this way, they went up layer by layer, and finally reached the top floor, which is the fourth floor, and there was no gain on the way.
Of course, this is mainly because they despise them, and they entered here as an ordinary team of relic hunters, seeing that everything is valuable, and they want to move away.
After slightly distinguishing, Bai Chen pointed obliquely ahead and said:
"That's Conference Room 3."
As soon as she finished speaking, Shang Jianyao took out a piece of paper and unfolded it.
There are nine patterns painted on it, corresponding to different ages.
The gods hold the picture of the blessing of the year.
Shang Jianyao pushed the picture out and held it there, while he lowered his head and fell into silence.
After a few seconds, he finally made a sound:
"Please bless you all."
When praying, it is best not to wear the "six sense beads", otherwise, I am afraid that only the "mandala" in September will appreciate you, and you did not draw a symbol to represent him... Jiang Baimian couldn't help but slander stand up.
When Shang Jianyao put away the picture of the blessing of the heavens, Long Yuehong asked curiously:
"Why don't you use the prayers corresponding to each one, such as 'everywhere dreaming, why take it seriously', what 'the heart of vigilance lasts forever', and what 'new life is like the sun, life is the most important'?"
Shang Jianyao sighed and said very embarrassingly:
"Who is in front and who is behind
"This is a very serious issue, and I'm afraid they will fight because of it."
"Is it enough to come by month?" Bai Chen suggested.
Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up:
"Yeah! Why didn't I think of that
"Then I'll do it all over again!"
He is going to take out the picture of the blessings of the heavens.
"Stop, stop!" Jiang Baimian stopped him from wasting time.
Then, she passed Bai Chen and Long Yuehong, and headed to Conference Room 3 first.
Shang Jianyao craned his neck to watch, disappointed that she didn't go to the wrong door.
Conference Room 3 is quite large, still arranged to hold academic lectures, with a huge projection screen in front and a podium on the side, and rows of seats and projectors below.
It is a pity that there is no piece of paper here, not even blackened blood. It seems that after the destruction of the old world, even the "unintentional" have never come.
Jiang Baimian secretly sighed, but still issued an order according to the process:
"Search an area each."
When Shang Jianyao heard the words, he walked directly to the front of the conference room, patted the projection screen lightly, and asked in a soft voice:
"You have worked so hard for so many years, what happened in the first place
"Did that academic lecture invite some remarkable person?"
He was like asking an old friend.
Unsurprisingly, the projection screen did not answer him.
If the projection screen can speak, the first sentence must be "neuropathy"!
Jiang Baimian wanted to raise his hand to cover his face, but he couldn't do it because he was holding a single-soldier rocket launcher in his left hand and his right arm was paralyzed.
She could only pretend that nothing had happened, and checked the corners, behind the doors, and some of the seats in the afternoon sun shining through the window.
It turned out that there was no doubt that the "old tune group" found nothing.
They immediately searched other rooms on this floor, but still did not get any valuable clues.
Jiang Baimian did not forget to let Shang Jianyao recite the medical records and show the Jade Buddha, but this Buddhist holy place seems to be really different from the previous two places.
"It feels too, too normal, too ordinary." Long Yuehong expressed her opinion at the entrance of the fourth floor stairs.
As a Buddhist holy place, being too normal is the biggest abnormality.
There are more or less "abnormalities" in the Changhe City United Steel Plant and the Tieshan City Second Food Company!
Bai Chen pursed his lips and said:
"But we have already searched, and we have tried all the methods that should be tried."
"No." Shang Jian Yao raised his chin and asked with a smile, "Don't you think there is something missing here?"
Bai Chen's expression was slightly dazed, and after thinking for a few seconds, he still had no answer.
Jiang Baimian coughed lightly:
"We have not seen warehouses of frozen reproductive material along the way.
"It's essential for a reproductive medical center that treats infertility."
As employees of Pangea, they are always sensitive enough to similar things.
Long Yuehong suddenly realized:
"This... this is underground
"We haven't gone to Negative One to find it!"
"Well." Jiang Baimian nodded, "Go now."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly turned her body to the side and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the opposite room:
"There is a relatively strong bioelectric signal!"
But not of humans.
Long Yuehong was startled, and immediately felt a strong fear.
It was like substance, tightly grasping his heart.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a huge black shadow flapping on the floor-to-ceiling window.
It was a python as thick as a bucket, with cold eyes, round and big, as if filled with blood.