"Da Si Ming" and "Shao Si Ming" are both legendary gods somewhere in the old world. They control the life and death of human beings.
And that place is called "Chu".
For Jiang Baimian, this is not an important thing, it just adds a little new content to her folk culture library.
What she cares more about is seeing the word "Si Ming" here and now at this moment.
Jiang Baimian once again turned his attention to the executive named "Zhao Danlin", to the corpse that had turned into bones.
She hesitated to search the pockets of the corpse.
After a brief hesitation, she made up her mind, walked around the desk, and came to the corpse.
What she thought was that she had come here anyway, and went deep into this vortex-shaped building, what else could she dare to do
Since both horizontal and vertical are extremely dangerous, it means that you can choose whatever you want.
Jiang Baimian turned over the corpse's pocket, but only found a neatly folded plain-colored square towel.
She checked the drawers of the desk and the file cabinet next to her, but found no valuable clues, but only wrote down a bunch of names.
None of these belonged to the researchers, either administrative staff, financially related, or security chief Brian Stanley.
Jiang Baimian did not confirm it repeatedly because she knew that the time was very tight.
She turned and walked out of the office, heading for the administrative distinction.
After walking around for a while, her eyes suddenly froze.
The office with the same layout as just now appeared in front of her again!
The room's sign also says "Office of the Director".
Jiang Baimian slowly came to the door of this room and looked at the skeleton sitting behind the desk.
The skeleton was wearing a white women's shirt with the corresponding black professional attire, and a metal nameplate with the words "Administrative Director: Zhao Danlin" on the right chest.
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian's scalp felt numb.
Everything that happened before was repeated.
The next second, Jiang Baimian considered another possibility.
After careful recall, she probably understood what went wrong:
She got lost...
She walked back to the administrative district supervisor's office!
Huh, it's not a ghost hitting the wall, nor is it a space reset, a time cycle... Jiang Baimian was obviously relieved.
In this abnormal electromagnetic environment, the time display of her electronic watch and military exoskeleton device is not accurate enough to make judgments.
After calming down, Jiang Baimian once again sacrificed the magic weapon of slowing, thinking, and passing, and walked towards the area connected to the administrative district.
…
"Winster Garland..." Shang Jianyao stood at the door of the room with the dark red door, repeating the other party's name.
Winster Garland didn't care about his behavior, still sitting on the sofa, eating bear biscuits piece by piece.
"I've never heard of this name..." Shang Jianyao thought for a while and shook his head.
He looked at Winster Garland again and asked suspiciously:
"This is the spiritual world of 'Zhuang Sheng'. Are you one of his personalities, or are you a character in a certain memory?"
Winster Garland kept a slightly honest smile:
"It's the latter."
"But as a character in a certain memory, how can you interact with me, and have any questions and answers?" Shang Jianyao was quite puzzled by this, "Could it be that 'Zhuang Sheng' also planted seeds for everyone in the memory? Into a different thinking, a whole set of thinking?"
Winster Garland laughed:
"The characters in the memories I'm talking about may not be the same as what you understand."
"Then you have to make it clear, do you want me to understand it myself?" The honest Shang Jianyao expressed his dissatisfaction.
Suddenly, a picture flashed in his mind, and he raised his hand and rubbed his chin.
Shang Jianyao looked at Winster Garland and said thoughtfully:
"I seem to remember why you feel familiar.
"I was in Corning Meath, at the house of that old son named Brooklyn Garland, and I saw a group photo where the middle-aged man looked very much like you.
"Hehe, you have the same surname as that old son, Garland..."
Having said that, Shang Jianyao suddenly stopped.
His pupils dilated suddenly, reflecting the figure of Winster Garland.
The next second, he blurted out:
"You are 'Shadow of Twist'
"You are April's 'Shadow of Distortion'
"Why are you here?"
Winster Garland sighed, put down the bag of bear biscuits in his hand, and stood up slowly:
"If you keep going, no matter what choice you make, it's not what I want to see.
"'Si Ming' used you to have contact with me, but I still hope to maintain the status quo.
"So, I came here."
Shang Jianyao didn't pay attention to what Winster Garland was saying at all. When the other party spit out the first word, he had already twisted his body forcibly, took a step, and ran away.
It's called running away!
Every word that Winster uttered shook the space, causing high-frequency vibrations.
The light around Shang Jianyao dimmed instantly, as if it was covered by a huge shadow.
The airflow is visible to the naked eye, condensing into an invisible cage.
Not only that, the space near him is still bending, as if to wrap him inside and restore it to an egg.
Shang Jianyao used his abilities unreservedly and wanted to influence Winster Garland, no matter if it was the "mind implantation" in his shouting, or the "hypocritical person" in his silence ”, was confined around his body by the curved space, and could not fall on Winster Garland.
When the curvature of the space and the condensation of the airflow reach a certain level, Shang Jianyao's induction range is compressed to the body surface.
He lost the presence of Winster Garland in his consciousness.
bang bang bang! Zizzi!
Shang Jianyao alternately used the two basic abilities of "interference material" and "interference electromagnetic", sometimes smashing the condensed air flow and curved space with a giant hammer, and sometimes creating an electromagnetic storm.
- As an awakener in the field of "Zhuang Sheng", after entering the "New World", his "interference electromagnetic" ability is getting closer and closer to "manipulating electromagnetic".
But whether it's silver and white converging into clouds, releasing one after another thick lightning around, or the forceful blow of the giant air hammer, it's like a mighty cockroach shaking a tree, unable to shake the approach of the airflow, and difficult to prevent the curvature of space.
In a hurry, Shang Jianyao tried to directly interfere with the airflow and space, but compared to the "big wave" created by Winster Garland, the effect he exerted was like the spray from a water gun.
It took only two or three seconds for the condensed airflow to crush all the resistance of Shang Jianyao, wrapping his body.
Shang Jian Yao had no choice but to play his cards and shouted.
"Xiao Chong, save me!"
At this time, the curved space was about to turn into his coffin.
The Eighth Research Institute, at the end of the corridor, behind the iron black gate.
In the tactical backpack next to Shang Jianyao's body, there was no change in the "Angel of Life" necklace, but the string of "Six Consciousness Pearls" lit up with a faint light of turquoise.
The faint light spread out and enveloped Shang Jianyao's body.
In the spiritual world of "Zhuang Sheng".
Shang Jianyao, whose consciousness was already collapsing, suddenly became clear.
Then, he saw the turquoise light and the calm air, space, and heard the cold voice of Winster Garland:
"'Bodhi', you also got involved with 'Siming'?"
The vicious and vicious Shang Jianyao didn't care to listen to the conversation, and before the others recovered, he rushed to the end of the aisle.
He has to hurry up and distance himself from Winster Garland.
This suspected April-year-old "Shadow of Distortion"!
…
Because the end of the administrative area is not too far away, Jiang Baimian did not get lost this time and reached his destination smoothly.
There are several meeting rooms on both sides of the front aisle.
Jiang Baimian opened it one by one, and found that there were only tables, chairs, whiteboards, projectors and other items inside, but not a single corpse.
"There were no meeting arrangements at that time?" Jiang Baimian swept it over and said to himself silently, "Where are the researchers concentrated, their own laboratory, or the place downstairs guarded by security personnel?"
As soon as she tried to enter, there would be a sign of "no heart disease".
Jiang Baimian took another look at the conference room next to him, remembering the white walls, brown doors, light white long table, a dozen matching chairs, the hanging curtain, and the row of windows opposite.
She moved on.
…
Dengdengdeng, Shang Jianyao ran wildly in the "maze", until he was a little tired, he stopped, holding a vermilion door in his hand, panting and recovering.
With a creak, the door he was propping up didn't close properly, and suddenly opened back, almost staggering and falling into the room with him.
After stabilizing his body, Shang Jianyao saw a bay window, and it was dark outside.
At this moment, a young woman was sitting cross-legged on the windowsill. She had long black hair and was wearing a white dress. She had a beautiful face and a cold expression.
Shang Jianyao said again in doubt:
"Have we met, why do I think you look familiar
"Why do I feel familiar when I meet anyone casually, is it really all brothers and sisters in the world?"
The beautiful woman raised her chin slightly and said:
"I'm Jiang Xiaoyue."