At that moment, Shang Jianyao seemed to sink into the deep seabed, his body was under heavy pressure, his eyes were dark, and his ears were silent.
They gathered up their strength early and shouted at this critical moment:
"Little Chong!"
After a short pause, the feeling of being covered by layers of seawater disappeared, and Shang Jianyao saw the light again.
What appeared in front of him was something like a "corridor of the mind", full of rooms.
But there are more than one aisles here, criss-crossing, twists and turns, as if building a labyrinth.
The walls, ceilings and roads of the "labyrinth" are painted with white paint, and the doors are of various colors without any pattern.
"Every room has a 'Zhuang Sheng'?" Shang Jianyao made a guess with excitement.
He knew that "Johnson" had split personalities, and each personality seemed to act independently.
This can be seen from the dream of Taicheng No. 1 Senior High School. The brightly lit buildings around the tower are also doing the side proof.
Shang Jianyao looked back and looked at the place where he came from, but did not see the corresponding gap, only a white wall blocked his return and eliminated the previous danger.
He trotted carelessly and kept opening the rooms on both sides of the aisle.
Bang dang, bang dang, bang dang, Shang Jianyao was like a prank child, just glanced inside along the open door, and whizzed past.
Those rooms were empty of occupants and unfurnished, as if they had just been built.
bang!
Another door was opened by Shang Jianyao.
He glanced around and saw an LCD screen, a black game console, and a child sitting on the ground holding a controller.
"Xiao Chong!" Shang Jianyao stopped the car excitedly and happily.
That was his good friend Xiao Chong.
Xiaochong, who was wearing a green sweater, ignored Shang Jianyao, still sitting there, playing games.
It's not surprising that Shang Jianyao moved closer, stretched out his palm and patted Xiaochong's shoulder:
"The level is not good today."
On the LCD screen, the tank controlled by Xiaochong had just been bombarded.
Xiaochong still didn't respond, but Shang Jianyao's right hand passed through Xiaochong's shoulder and fell.
He didn't touch anything.
Xiao Chong in this room is just a phantom.
Shang Jianyao gave a "uh" and checked the black game console, the LCD screen, and the low white cabinet where the screen was placed, and found that they were all phantoms.
"Holographic projection?" The calm and rational Shang Jian Yao rubbed his chin and turned his body.
His eyes fell to the snow-white ceiling, where a very advanced projector hung.
"Who made this video, Xiaochong's parents?" Shang Jianyao is full of old world entertainment materials, and his ideas are jumping enough, and his ideas have always been open, "Recording the growth of children?"
He immediately crouched next to "Xiao Chong", watching the other party play a game.
In less than a minute, Xiaochong's tank was bombed again, exactly the same as the previous picture.
The video is playing in a loop.
"It's boring..." Shang Jianyao muttered and stood up.
He left the room and continued to walk the maze and play the game of opening doors.
In the sound of bang bang bang, door after door opened, revealing the empty interior.
It was not until he turned into another aisle that Shang Jianyao saw a single bed in a room.
The single bed was covered with a white four-piece set, the frame was made of metal, and the bottom was equipped with wheels that could be pushed.
It also appears to raise the back area with certain buttons, allowing the person above it to lie down and sit.
Shang Jianyao is no stranger to a similar single bed, which belongs to a hospital bed.
The room where the hospital bed is located is very small, giving people an obvious sense of crampedness.
Shang Jianyao walked into this room, touched left and right, and confirmed that there were no people or animals lying on the bed.
"This is Zhuang Sheng's spiritual world, is this one of his memories?" Shang Jianyao rubbed his chin and turned his gaze to the low log cabinet beside the hospital bed.
There is a stack of disposable paper cups above the low cabinet, but there is no water in them.
Shang Jianyao bent down and opened the drawer above the low cabinet.
Inside the drawer are darker wooden partitions, and other than that, there are no snacks.
Shang Jianyao couldn't help shaking his head when he saw it.
He immediately opened the drawer below.
Here is a white sheet of paper.
Shang Jianyao picked up the piece of paper and saw that many inspection items were listed in gray text, and a line of bold text was printed on the header of these items:
"Observation object No. 1, Du Shaochong."
"Oh." Shang Jianyao showed a sudden realization.
As for what he understood, he himself didn't know, he just felt that after seeing this sentence, he should suddenly realize.
Shang Jianyao rubbed his chin again:
"The term 'observation subject' is very interesting, this is neither a volunteer nor an experimental subject...
"Could it be because Xiao Chong is the descendant of 'Zhuang Sheng', who has been awakened since he was a child and has the ability?"
The "Past Pictures" seen by the "Old Tune Group" in Linhe Village, Dajiang City shows that Xiaochong was suspected of having the ability to implant thinking in others during his childhood.
In this cramped and depressing room, Shang Jianyao was very uncomfortable. Seeing that there was nothing else to gain, he turned around and walked out.
bang! bang!
He recovered quickly and opened the door of the aisle to say goodbye.
Going around and around, Shang Jianyao didn't know where he was going, but when he opened the door, he saw a spacious living room behind the door that he just opened.
There is a dark coffee table and sofa in the living room, and a person is sitting on the sofa.
It was a middle-aged man, wearing an ordinary black jacket, his dark brown hair was a little messy, and his beard was obviously shaved, but there were still some visible roots left.
After seeing Shang Jianyao, the man showed a simple and honest smile, but his dark blue and nearly black eyes were quite agile.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you." Shang Jianyao hurriedly bowed and apologized for his behavior of opening the door indiscriminately.
It's like being caught on the spot for a prank.
The next second, Shang Jianyao straightened up, looked at the middle-aged man's face, and asked with a little doubt:
"Have we met? Why do I think you look familiar?"
Because the other party looked like a Honghe person, he used the Honghe language.
The man picked up a bag of biscuits with a bear pattern from the coffee table, picked one and stuffed it into his mouth.
He kept the smile just now, looked at Shang Jianyao and said:
"My name is Winster Garland."
…
In the whirlpool-shaped building, Jiang Baimian went up to the second floor and saw a sign in two languages:
"Administrative District"
There should be no confidential research results involved here... Jiang Baimian thought to himself and planned to pass this place quickly.
Wearing a military exoskeleton, she trotted against the clock.
Running and running, she stopped suddenly.
This is not because she found another body. She walked all the way and found that there were seven or eight skeletons scattered in this area.
She just caught sight of a room sign:
"Office of the Director"
Is it Mr. Du Heng, the dean's office in the second research area, or is it the executive director? Jiang Baimian showed a thoughtful expression.
Because of the possibility before, she turned her body and entered the office.
The room is not small but not big, except for the desk and the chair at the back, there are only two file cabinets, a shredder, a trash can and a sofa, a small coffee table, and a conversation area composed of two chairs. They are so close to each other that they appear unusually compact.
At this time, sitting in the supervisor's position was a corpse that had turned into bones.
The corpse was wearing a white women's shirt and corresponding black professional attire. If it wasn't a transvestite lover before her death, it should have been a woman.
There is also a black metal nameplate on her right chest, which reads in grayscale and Honghe language:
"Administrative Supervisor: Zhao Danlin"
Jiang Baimian recalled and confirmed that the name was very unfamiliar.
She turned her attention to the things on the desk.
The most obvious are the computer screen and several books, the latter being:
"How to Raise Dogs", "Love Animals", "In-depth Analysis of Nonsensical Movies", "Chu Culture"...
Jiang Baimian picked up these books and flipped them at will to see if there were any notes or other things mixed in, while scanning other items on the table.
There is no valuable information here. The paper shredder next to it may be one of the answers. Jiang Baimian only found documents such as meeting arrangements, canteen subsidies, and exchange applications from other research institutes.
In the meeting arrangement, only which conference room is used by which group at what time, and there is no description of what meeting is to be held.
Jiang Baimian took a general look and confirmed that there are only three research groups here, numbered "1", "2", and "3", and they seem to be closely related to each other, often two or three groups of people use the large conference room together.
As a last resort, Jiang Baimian put his focus back on those books.
Quickly flipping, she suddenly came across two nouns.
They all come from the book "Chu Culture", they are:
"Big Commander", "Small Commander".