After listening to Shang Jianyao's description, Jiang Baimian nodded and said nothing.
Bai Chen and Long Yuehong also suddenly felt a little heavy and didn't know how to respond.
"Which floor to go to? Those two elevators should be available." After a few seconds, Jiang Baimian glanced at the LCD screen with white characters on a blue background.
At this time, the numbers representing the other two elevators are displayed normally.
"The sixth floor, right? We searched that room carefully before, and it should be the safest place." Bai Chen put forward his opinion.
"Okay." Jiang Baimian nodded lightly, smiled and said, "Also, even if Qiao Chu returned, he would never have imagined that we would dare to stay there, just to catch him off guard."
While speaking, she took a few steps forward and pressed the button with the hand holding the "ice moss".
Soon, the silver-black door of an elevator opened, exuding a slightly old-fashioned atmosphere.
Jiang Baimian checked it carefully and walked in first:
"no problem."
When Shang Jianyao and others entered, the elevator door slowly closed and went up smoothly.
When they left, they didn't close the door of Room 605, but just let it hide.
Now, there is a whitish light shining through, illuminating the cracks of the metal door quite brightly.
Just as Shang Jianyao opened the door, Jiang Baimian suddenly stretched out a hand and stood in front of him.
"There is someone inside." Jiang Baimian said in a deep voice.
"How many?" Shang Jianyao seemed to be asking how many guests there were.
Long Yuehong raised the muzzle of her gun and was ready to shoot.
Jiang Baimian took a slow breath and glanced at Shang Jianyao:
"One."
"Qiao Chu is definitely not as fast as us... The strong ones should all go to the 'City Intelligence Network Control Center'... The weak ones won't act alone..." Bai Chen quickly analyzed, "Either all the companions died, A relic hunter who is looking for a place to hide alone, but this is too coincidental. The city is so big and there are so many houses, how could it be possible to choose the one we stayed in before? Either the original owner of this house, an 'unintentional person ', after the lights came on, following instinct, came back."
"Yes, my reason tells me that the probability of the former is slightly equal to zero, but didn't we happen to encounter so many things along the way, and finally came here? People, you must not be hard-mouthed, and would rather be more careful." Jiang Baimian I wanted to say, "This may be because our life is not very good recently", but I was afraid of irritating Long Yuehong, so I forcibly changed my statement.
Just when she was about to give an order to change the hiding room, Shang Jianyao suddenly said:
"I want to go in and have a look."
"Well..." Jiang Baimian pondered for a while and said, "Let's see, I'm also curious about what the original owner of this room looked like. Be careful."
Shang Jianyao nodded, holding an assault rifle, carefully entered room 605.
It was little changed from when they left, except for the white tiles and tan floor, reflecting the lights, bringing out an indescribable warmth.
After entering a certain range, there is no need for Jiang Baimian to remind him again, Shang Jianyao can already sense where the person is.
"He" is deep in the hallway, in the small bedroom on the right.
Shang Jianyao approached step by step, and soon saw that the bedroom door was open, with orange light flowing out.
And on the bed that is not wide, there is a blue sheet surface with many golden stars, and a person is lying next to it.
She was supposed to be a woman, with a slightly hunched body, a shriveled face, wrinkled, like the peel of a sun-dried orange, and long, messy, white hair.
Glancing at the woman, Shang Jianyao instantly understood where the white hair found on the pillow in this bedroom came from.
At the same time, he also recognized the other party, which was an "unintentional person" he had seen when he was on duty at night.
This "unintentional" has pulled up the messy curled quilt that was set with the sheets, covering half of his body.
At this time, she stretched out her hands, held this thing, and watched intently there.
Her sleeves were pink and whitish and didn't seem to fit well.
Aware that Shang Jianyao was coming, the "unintentional" looked up at him, then lowered his head and looked at the booklet in his hand.
Shang Jianyao stared at it for a while, holding an assault rifle, and walked gently over there.
Jiang Baimian, who was behind him, wanted to remind him, but saw Shang Jianyao squatting down, squatting beside the bed, and looking at the thing in her hand with the "unintentional".
After thinking for a second, Jiang Baimian followed, leaned over Shang Jianyao's head, and looked at the booklet.
With her experience and knowledge, she recognized at a glance that this should be an album.
Each page of this album is made of clear plastic and contains many colorful photos.
The first thing Jiang Baimian saw was a little girl.
She was furry and quite cute, and was being held by a dignified and smiling young woman, crying very sadly.
At this time, the "unintentional" flipped through the album and came to the next page.
And this also allowed Jiang Baimian to see the back of the photo just now.
The white there was slightly yellow, and someone wrote a sentence in black pen:
"Nan, one year old."
Jiang Baimian seemed to understand something, and as the "unintentional" flipped, he looked at other photos.
In those photos, the little girl grows up, or rides on the shoulders of a man, or is held by the men and women who appear repeatedly in the photos, or wears a green monster costume with a tail, or is all pink, which makes her skin white and tender.
On the backs of these photos, they all have the same black handwriting.
They respectively wrote:
"When I was two years old."
"When I was three years old."
"Nan, when she was four years old."
When the album was finished, the handwriting stopped at "Nannan seven years old".
Jiang Baimian watched these photos silently, raised his head, and once again looked at the "unintentional person" lying on the bed.
Her body was slightly hunched, her face was shriveled and wrinkled, like the peel of a sun-dried orange, and her hair was long and messy, all white.
Jiang Baimian closed his eyes, leaned into Shang Jianyao's ear and said:
"Let's not disturb her."
Shang Jianyao nodded, stood up slowly, and returned to the living room area.
Jiang Baimian wiped his eyes and pointed out:
"Let's go somewhere else."
Bai Chen and Long Yuehong have no objection to this.
It didn't take long for them to find a temporary hiding spot on the eighth floor.
The layout here is exactly the same as Room 605.
"You can only see jeeps and armored vehicles from the window of the restaurant. Bai Chen, you go there to monitor." After checking room 805, Jiang Baimian looked around and started to assign tasks, "Long Yuehong, you are here at the floor-to-ceiling window, observing the outside. The movement on the street. Shang Jianyao and I will rest for a while, and we will take turns with you in an hour."
"Yes, team leader!" Bai Chen and Long Yuehong each took their weapons and came to the position with the best view.
Shang Jianyao did not rest, he found a place with a jack and sat down, and took out the slap loudspeaker and various small instruments, tools, components, and circuits from the tactical backpack.
"You don't have to be in such a hurry to repair, right?" Jiang Baimian saw his intention.
Looking at the brilliance of the fluorescent lamp, Shang Jianyao tried the tools one by one and replied:
"It's important."
"Why?" Jiang Baimian was slightly taken aback.
"Don't you think that at critical moments, with music accompaniment, you can play better?" Shang Jianyao said without raising his head, "This speaker seems to have its own memory chip, and there must be old world music in it. ."
"...I don't think so." Jiang Baimian gave up his persuasion.
Anyway, she didn't think she could really rest here, because the existence of "high-level mindless people" and distorted creatures made her uneasy about Long Yuehong, a novice.
She said she wanted to rest, but in fact, she just closed her eyes and rested, and she would still be distracted and sense the surroundings.
That being the case, Shang Jianyao can do whatever he wants.
With the physique of a genetically modified person, he is still full of energy without sleep for a night or two.
When Shang Jianyao was concentrating on repairing the speaker, Long Yuehong watched the distance while guarding the outside.
Although there is only the eighth floor here, he can still see the lights of the whole city like stars spreading out piece by piece.
—Although he has not seen the starry night, at least he has seen the photos and can make corresponding associations.
After watching this for a long time, he finally sighed:
"It's so beautiful..."
In addition to beauty, he felt that such a scene also contained a certain unique taste, but he couldn't describe it.
After a while, Long Yuehong said sincerely:
"It's a pity it's too short here. If you can go to a high place to see it, it will definitely be more beautiful."
Hearing this sentence, Jiang Baimian stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
She stared for a long time, then smiled and said:
"Would you like to go upstairs and try
"While it's still quiet, 'everyone' is polite."
"Okay." Long Yuehong responded immediately.
"Are you going?" Jiang Baimian turned around and asked about Shang Jianyao and Bai Chen.
"Okay." Bai Chen knew that it was time to relax a little.
"I'm almost done." Shang Jianyao stood up and stuffed all the messes back into the tactical backpack, holding only the small speaker with a blue background and a black surface in his hand, "I wonder if the long-lasting battery can still be used. use."
"Let's go, let's go, come back and try again." Jiang Baimian urged.
They quickly took the elevator to the top floor, then climbed the stairs, opened the door, and entered the rooftop.
Before they got close to the edge of the breast wall, they saw the scene around the building:
One after another, the lights were densely distributed in all directions, emitting yellowish or whitish rays of light.
Some of them are located on the side of the road, some come from different buildings, and some are erected on high places. They are not only like lighthouses in the boundless ocean, each illuminating an area, but also like the bright stars flowing slowly in the night sky.
In the vicinity of these lights, there are either shadows flickering or vehicles passing by, making them move more and more.
"It's really spectacular..." Long Yuehong once again made a heartfelt sigh.
Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao and the others did not speak. They stood on the edge of the rooftop and stared at the picture in a trance.
They are so poor that they can't find the right words to describe it.
After an unknown amount of time, Shang Jianyao suddenly took two steps back and squatted down.
"At this time, you have to match a song..." He put the speaker down, continued to fiddle, and started debugging.
At this moment, in the direction of the "City Intelligence Network Control Center", another desolate roar resounded through the sky.
The roar was still reverberating, and Jiang Baimian saw a bright fire erupt from the corresponding position.
"Boom!"
The deafening explosion sounded, drowning all the movement.
The gray-white airflow quickly gathered and rose up like a giant mushroom.
This made Jiang Baimian and the others shiver in the building.
Shang Jianyao stood up subconsciously, walked to the side of his companion, and looked at the place.
When the tumbling firelight and airflow expanded, the lights in that area flickered a few times and then went out one after another.
This includes the building where the "City Intelligence Network Control Center" is located.
Immediately afterwards, in the entire city, whether it was the street lights on the street or the lit building glass, they all went out one area after another.
After just a few seconds, the city became extremely dark, and only the faint moonlight and starlight made the buildings looming, like monsters hidden in the depths of a nightmare.
And those figures behind the windows, those "unintentional ones" who are busy outside, those vehicles driving on the road are also engulfed by the rich night and can no longer be seen.
The ruins of the entire city were once again dead silent.
Shang Jianyao and others stared blankly for more than ten seconds, and their mood became heavy for no reason.
They don't know how to express such emotions, they can only continue to stare.
After a while, they subconsciously lowered their heads and looked downstairs.
In the faint light, at one side of the window, an "unintentional person" climbed out.
Her hair was all white and disheveled.
She climbed and jumped down with a little difficulty, and soon disappeared into the shadow of the building, like an old ape.
Long Yuehong seemed to have been impacted, and took two steps back as if she didn't dare to look any further.
Slap, he kicked the speaker that Shang Jianyao put on the ground.
The speaker suddenly made a zizizi sound.
The four members of the "Old Tune Group" instinctively turned their heads and looked over.
Almost at the same time, a mournful and melodious female voice came from the speaker:
"Remember the past...
"The painful lovesickness will never be forgotten..."
On the empty rooftop, in the boundless darkness, and in the dead city, this song reverberated in the silently standing Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen morning.
Note 1: Quoted from Wan Fang, "New Love"