Those people sitting at the conference table ignored Shang Jianyao's self-talk, and seriously discussed related issues.
Seeing what they mean, it seems that they have to ask Shang Jian Yao about some details.
How could Shang Jianyao understand this? Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately ran to the brown door of the conference room.
With no other changes to the scene there, he wanted to see if the door could now be opened.
Shang Jianyao stretched out his palm, twisted, and pulled, and the brown conference room door moved backwards without any insistence.
He immediately stroked his hands and smiled:
"Sure enough, we have to solve the problems they discussed before we can go further in the dream."
He didn't leave the conference room in a hurry, just stood at the door and looked out.
What caught his eye was darkness, which made it impossible to see what the corridor looked like, or there was no corridor at all.
Shang Jianyao did not hesitate, strode out of the room with his head held high.
A bright and soft light quickly lit up in front of him, illuminating the surrounding environment.
This is still the conference room, with a long pale white table and chairs of the same style occupying most of the space.
Immediately afterwards, those figures appeared again.
Shang Jianyao was stunned, and said without concealing his surprise:
"Don't you have to explain it clearly to them, in order to pass the test in the true sense, you can leave here and enter the next scene?"
He was not given a chance to come forward to communicate. Among the group of people, a man walked to the curtain, projected on the screen, and started to speak.
Unlike before, this time, those people communicated in Honghe language, mixed with a lot of long and complicated proper nouns.
Shang Jianyao had a heavy face and muttered to himself:
"Originally, I could understand every word, but I don't know what it means when they are connected together. Now, I can't understand many words...
"It's terrifying, it's terrifying!"
He tried to step back, only to find that the brown door was closed and could not be opened again.
Shang Jianyao thought for a few seconds and walked towards the shadow at the bottom of the conference room.
This time, he left as he wished and returned directly to the "Spiritual Corridor".
With great interest, he passed the door again and entered "205".
Sure enough, what he saw was the same conference room, but all the voices he heard were in Honghe language.
…
"Anyway, at least the dream has changed enough." Jiang Baimian, who was leaning against the jeep door, reassured Shang Jianyao, "This shows that there is no problem with our direction."
She pondered for a while and said:
"What you need to do next is the same as before, forcibly memorize the issues discussed by those people, and tell me little by little in the way that ants move."
"But I don't understand many words!" Shang Jianyao was very sad.
"Remember the pronunciation." Jiang Baimian responded without hesitation, "As long as it is confirmed that they are discussing biomedical issues, even if you misspell a few letters, I can correct the mistakes based on the words before and after, and restore the actual meaning. ."
"Okay." Shang Jianyao didn't hide his embarrassment.
Then, with "pain" written on his face, he said:
"Could it be that the essence of that dream is a conference room set into a conference room, questions followed by questions, and each one is more difficult than the other
"If there is no end to this, sooner or later I will go crazy!"
When did you get the illusion that you're not crazy? Jiang Baimian laughed for a while.
She immediately relieved Shang Jianyao:
"Don't be afraid, you are a legitimate patient with a doctor's certificate anyway."
"Yes." Shang Jianyao breathed a sigh of relief.
Du Heng watched from the side, but did not speak.
…
It took several days for Shang Jianyao to finally bring the problem of the "Second Office" conference room to reality. Their jeep had arrived at the headquarters of the Eighth Research Institute.
Of course, they didn't dare to go deep for the time being, they just hovered on the edge and determined the situation in various ways.
"I don't think anyone is patrolling." Shang Jianyao sat in the passenger seat and looked out in disappointment.
Du Heng in the back row smiled and said:
"Didn't I say it? Maybe after the Eighth Research Institute found out that the location of the headquarters was exposed, it felt that it couldn't be covered up, and they didn't want to force it, so they simply moved to the backup base."
"But isn't there something important hidden in the depths of their headquarters?" The honest Shang Jianyao pointed out the problem.
Du Heng laughed:
"Maybe that thing is transferable."
"It makes sense." Shang Jian Yao applauded.
Jiang Baimian, who was in charge of driving, glanced at the rearview mirror:
"Maybe the Eighth Research Institute relies on satellites in space to monitor the surrounding situation."
"I can't say yes or no to this." Du Heng said that he didn't know much about these.
He looked out the window sideways, as if he was talking about what to eat for lunch:
"Come closer to that mountain and take a look."
The headquarters of the Eighth Research Institute is located in a mountain range that divides the north and the south in the ice sheet, and it was built by hollowing out half of the mountain.
This is somewhat similar to "Pangu creatures", except that the buildings of the Eighth Research Institute do not extend underground.
"Okay!" Shang Jianyao responded excitedly.
Jiang Baimian glanced at him:
"Have you memorized the solution I gave?"
"Come down." Shang Jianyao had an unbearable expression on his face.
This refers to the solution to the problem discussed in the "205" dream.
In Jiang Baimian's words, the problems in the "Dawn" dream are too old, and some of them were solved before the destruction of the old world.
This seems to further confirm that the incarnation of "Dawn" is a scholar of old world biomedicine.
"Go into the 'Spiritual Corridor' when you have time, and try to solve this problem. After passing through that conference room, what will happen to the dream state?"
"Okay." Shang Jianyao agreed quickly, but didn't do it right away.
Because Jeep was approaching the mountain where the headquarters of the Eighth Research Institute was located, he had to concentrate his mind to sense the surroundings, observe the front, and prepare for accidents.
Maybe summer is coming, and the snow on the mountain is almost melted. Only the peaks and high places are still white, reflecting the blue sky, which is extraordinarily pure.
"There's really no one..." Seeing that the entrance to the Eighth Research Institute was getting closer, Jiang Baimian couldn't help but whisper.
Du Heng stroked the beard beside his mouth and said with a smile:
"Most of them ran away, and I sensed that there was no one inside."
Can you feel it so far? Jiang Baimian moved his eyebrows.
Jeep is still two or three kilometers away from the entrance of the Eighth Research Institute on a cliff somewhere, and after entering, no one knows how far the deepest can go.
Under such circumstances, Du Heng actually dared to say that there was no one inside with a fairly certain tone.
In this regard, Jiang Baimian is not surprised at all.
She even felt that this was not in line with Du Heng's "identity".
"Then let's go in directly." Shang Jianyao said impatiently.
At this point, Jiang Baimian will naturally not stop:
"it is good."
She drove the car and went straight to her destination.
Shang Jianyao is still responsible for the manual navigation.
Before long, the entrance to the Eighth Research Institute that had been concealed appeared in front of them.
The heavy, split, protective-colored door opened silently.
"Really ran away!" Shang Jianyao was not without regrets.
Jiang Baimian said "um":
"Probably moved to the military base where they fired the missile."
While speaking, the jeep passed through the gate and entered the mountainside.
Similar to the layout of the "Pangaeon" underground building, they are greeted by a wide parking lot.
But here are only a few cars that look badly damaged and await repairs.
"Hey..." Shang Jianyao sighed again at the fact that the Eighth Research Institute had been transferred.
After passing through the parking lot, there are corridors leading to various places, some of which are connected to various rooms on this floor, and some are connected to multiple elevators and safety passages.
"Where to?" Du Heng asked when he saw the jeep stopped.
Shang Jianyao was surprised and asked:
"Didn't you say go to the depths to find that important thing?"
Du Heng laughed and said:
"I said so, but the problem is, I don't know where the depths are."
Shang Jianyao suddenly realized:
"I know that.
"Take the elevator to the fifth floor, where there is a tunnel that goes deep into the mountainside.
"The meeting place of the Eighth Research Institute's 'Professor's Association', the room where several 'New World' powerhouses slept, and the original dean's office are all outside the entrance of the tunnel, as if guarding there."
"Why are you so clear?" Du Heng was a little strange.
Shang Jianyao straightened his back and replied triumphantly:
"Because it was us who found the headquarters of the Eighth Research Institute, and it was us who spread the news."
We didn't spread the news, we just reported it to the company... Jiang Baimian corrected Shang Jianyao's statement in his heart.
Du Heng nodded and praised with a smile:
"You guys are very good, it's not in vain for me to guide you again and again."
"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao accepted calmly.
This made Jiang Baimian, who wanted to be humble, unable to answer.
She parked the car and put on the military exoskeleton device with Shang Jianyao.
Then, they walked with Du Heng to the corridor connecting the elevator area.