Shang Jianyao happily walked towards the classical building, intending to knock on the door to visit.
He has always been polite.
Just as he was approaching the gate, in the only lit room in the building, a slightly sharp female voice sounded:
"Don't come in!"
This is in the Red River language.
The sound came from far away in the dark and quiet street, bringing out the feeling of emptiness.
"Why?" Shang Jianyao asked in confusion.
He stopped on the side of the street, raised his head, and looked at the lighted window on the second floor.
On the glass with painted patterns, dim yellow light poured out quietly, but did not outline a single figure.
The slightly sharp female voice swayed again, but was quieter:
"This is my home and I won't let anyone in."
"Oh oh oh." Shang Jianyao obeyed like a stream.
At this time, only the street lamp next to him and the second floor of the building in front of him had light to disperse the darkness in the entire street.
"Then can I ask a few questions?" Shang Jianyao made a new request, "I just came here, and I don't understand many things."
He was quite honest and didn't hide anything.
There was silence behind the shadowless window on the second floor, and the woman neither agreed nor refused.
When Shang Jianyao acquiesced to her plea, she asked:
"Is this the 'New World'?"
"Yes." The female voice passed through the window and into the empty, dead street.
Shang Jianyao asked:
"Then are you an Awakener of the 'New World' level, or an aboriginal here?"
The woman was silent for a few seconds:
"There are no Aboriginal people here."
"Is it being chased and killed?" The honest Shang Jianyao got to the bottom of it.
This time, the woman didn't answer.
Shang Jianyao turned and asked:
"Are people here as friendly as you are?"
The female voice sounded again in the quiet "night":
"I'm not as friendly as you think, if you just forced your way into the house.
"In the 'New World', avoid those who are starving and don't touch the price of others."
"Isn't the 'New World' free of hunger and disease?" Shang Jianyao paled in shock.
The female voice was silent for a while and said:
"You've entered the 'new world' and should know what I mean by starvation."
"But I'm not hungry at all." Shang Jianyao expressed doubts.
The dim yellow light from the window on the second floor shook, and the female voice immediately said:
"It seems that you still retain your own body, and you haven't met any of those who are older or stronger."
"In this case, it's a good thing to keep your body?" Shang Jianyao raised his hand and rubbed his chin.
"Not necessarily." The female voice did not give a detailed answer.
Shang Jian Yao's thinking jumped and changed the problem:
"The core here is that tower?"
"Yes." The female voice paused, "All the seniors live there."
There was an unconcealed fear in her tone.
"Is that so." Shang Jianyao snapped his right fist and left palm, "Then I have to go to the tower to register."
At the window on the second floor, the lights did not flicker, and the sound did not come out.
After a while, the female voice said a little hurriedly:
"Don't ask any more, I can't answer you other questions."
"Who said that?" Shang Jianyao retorted, "I also want to ask you whether the price is cowardice or vigilance. Don't you even know what your price is?"
At the window on the second floor, the lights shook violently a few times, but still no one appeared.
Shang Jianyao didn't seem to understand the other party's "expulsion order" at all, and asked himself again:
"Then why don't you turn off the lights? That way no one will know you're hiding in the room.
"Could it be that without the light, the darkness will swallow you up?"
The female voice came from behind the window:
"The light is the embodiment of your spirit and consciousness, and it goes out only when you die."
Shang Jianyao suddenly realized that he once again held his right fist and left palm and said:
"No wonder the street lights turn on wherever I go, and all the previous ones go out!
"I thought it was the executives who were both hospitable and economizing on electricity."
The female voice didn't respond.
Shang Jianyao asked again:
"Then what danger lurks in the darkness here?"
"There's no danger." The female voice became more and more impatient.
Shang Jianyao said "oh":
"Is there day, it can't always be night, right?"
"There is no day." The female voice said quickly.
"Why?" Shang Jianyao was puzzled.
The female voice was sharp again:
"I have no idea!"
She fell silent, only the light from the window showed that she was still there.
Shang Jianyao asked a few more questions, but the other party didn't answer, so he waved his hand and said:
"Then I'll go to the tower, let's talk later."
He continued along the dark and silent street, the street lamps following his footsteps, lighting up one after another, and going out one by one, and only one remained.
On the second floor of the building behind, the dim light has been quietly illuminating the small area.
Shang Jianyao took a few steps and glanced at the tower, wondering what he was thinking.
Suddenly, he clapped his hands and said "talking to himself":
"I still remember what the tower looked like from the place where Yan Hu was imprisoned...
"Analysis should be able to determine which floor of which building...
"Would you like to visit Yan Hu first? Listen to how he describes 'New World'?"
Shang Jianyao was very motivated, and he did what he said, and immediately changed his route and walked in the general direction.
…
On the mountain road outside the Eighth Research Institute, Jiang Baimian parked the jeep in a hidden place beside the road.
She then looked at Shang Jianyao in the co-pilot position, thinking about what to do next.
The most critical point at the moment is that she has to establish contact with Shang Jianyao from "New World" as soon as possible to get corresponding feedback.
Without that information, it would be difficult for her to determine the follow-up train of thought.
As for how to "contact" with Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian had already made a plan.
Back then, Shang Jianyao had some communication with the sleeping Yan Hu!
Jiang Baimian exhaled, extended his spirit, and connected with Shang Jianyao's consciousness.
Her eyes suddenly became pitch black, with only a faint light flickering in the distance.
The faint light gradually brightened, condensed into a street lamp, and Shang Jianyao, who was wearing gray camouflage, was standing under the lamp.
"Save me!" Shang Jianyao waved his right hand with joy.
Jiang Baimian was taken aback:
"Why are you shouting like that?"
It may be the relationship between the two sides separated by a thick barrier, her voice seemed very low, so she increased the volume and repeated it.
Shang Jianyao smiled and said:
"I'm imitating Yan Hu."
"..." Jiang Baimian said in silence for a few seconds, "Is the mental state not bad."
She did not waste any time, and immediately asked:
"How about it, is our speculation true?"
She did not mention specific things, worried that it would trigger the monitoring of "sensitive words" and cause Shang Jianyao to suffer harm.
- The strong end of the "Salvation Army" who tried to reveal the secrets of the "New World" did not end well.
"Yes." Shang Jianyao nodded solemnly.
In the "New World", the Awakened can draw on the human consciousness of the target to supplement themselves.
Jiang Baimian couldn't help but sighed and turned to ask:
"Does 'New World' have 'Mindless'?"
"I haven't encountered it before." Shang Jianyao answered truthfully.
In this way, those "unintentional ones" like the living dead belong exclusively to the real "new world"? Then I can only sneak into the investigation by myself... Jiang Baimian frowned slightly and said:
"Where do you think the secrets of the 'New World' are most likely to be hidden?"
"That tall tower! All the seniors live in it!" Shang Jianyao replied excitedly.
The seniors live in the towers of the "New World"... What about the real towers? Jiang Baimian's thoughts turned around, but he didn't stop.
At this time, Shang Jianyao babbled:
"There are still many differences between this place and reality. The tower is very high, there are lights everywhere, and the architectural style is not so uniform. There are classical buildings in the style of the Red River, there are courtyards in ancient times, and there are high-rise buildings in the old world..."
The small city in reality belongs to the style of the ten or twenty years before the destruction of the old world, but there are no high-rise buildings.
"Well." Jiang Baimian didn't know what to do with this.
Shang Jianyao took the initiative to say:
"Each lamp here represents the spirit and consciousness of the corresponding awakened person, and it will not go out unless he dies."
Having said this, he "snap" his right fist and left palm:
"I understand! At the beginning, there was only a little light in Yan Hu, and the whole person was like lying in the dark, because his consciousness was close to extinction!"
It turned out to be like this... Jiang Baimian also nodded.
Shang Jianyao continued:
"I plan to go to Yan Hu first, visit him at the door, and see what he has to say."
Jiang Baimian frowned again:
"Yan Hu was imprisoned, aren't you afraid of angering the person who imprisoned him
"That might be an executive."
Without giving Shang Jianyao a chance to find reasons, she put forward her own suggestion:
"You first find Flora, Barnard and other friendly 'New World' powerhouses, figure out the corresponding situation, and then think about what to do."