Thirteen meters underground, in a room with walls at least three meters thick.
Eyelids fluttered slightly for a few seconds, and Wu Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes.
"Good morning, Brother Morning."
The voice of an old acquaintance was the first thing that got into my ears. Wu Qingchen raised his head slightly, and a few meters away, Ji Mingming was leaning at the door, with a few paper bags beside him.
Phew... finally back...
Smelling the slightly air-conditioned air and stroking the soft mattress, Wu Qingchen let out a long breath.
"How is it? Are you hungry? Do you want to change your breakfast?"
breakfast…
Upon hearing the word "breakfast", Wu Qingchen, who hadn't eaten a good meal for ten days, immediately began to salivate: "Link, Adaha... no... no need to change."
Damn it, I came back with great difficulty, but the first sentence I spoke was the language of the Middle Ages.
Wu Qingchen couldn't help but smiled wryly.
Ji Mingming also smiled, and at the same time turned around and waved to the door, "Hey... wake up... come on, I want to eat."
Four soldiers came in, the two in front were holding toiletries, and the two behind pushed in a dining car.
"Okay, it's all here, go wash up."
After washing his face, brushing his teeth, and stretching his waist, Wu Qingchen felt much lighter. He sat in front of the dining car, and the table closest to Wu Qingchen had the cleanest soup dumplings and porridge from the last breakfast. The order of the portions eaten in each meal is fish fillets, fried dough sticks, bread, cakes, preserved eggs, and pumpkins. There are still two ingredients in the corner: a small bottle of salt and a small bowl of oil.
"This is really... really considerate..."
Wu Qingchen couldn't help but pause when he saw how he was being treated in the most detail-oriented way.
"By the way, Officer Ji..." Picking up a soup bag, Wu Qingchen looked around the room, remembering the last time when he got up to wash himself, there were several soldiers and doctors crowded beside him, "So few people today?"
"I don't know, this is out of my control, maybe it hasn't come yet."
"Oh… "
It's also out of my control...
Thinking of this, Wu Qingchen stopped bothering and bit down the soup dumpling. While feeling the delicious juice, Wu Qingchen pointed to the dining car in front of him and said vaguely: "Officer Ji, don't you want to eat some?"
"I can't bear you." Ji Mingming waved his hand, "In order to stand in front of you for a while, I have been admitted to the hospital six times in the past two days, and I have three physical examinations every day... If I eat a mouthful of buns from you now, I might have to pay for it." How do you torment me?"
"...you can concentrate on eating..." Seeing that Wu Qingchen seemed to have something to say, Ji Mingming shook his head and changed his leaning position: "Don't choke and burn, I can't take this responsibility."
Well... ok... No wonder this bun feels a bit cold...
Thinking of having such a big risk in eating a meal, Wu Qingchen immediately slowed down a bit. Ten minutes later, he ate the last small pastry and drank two sips of the juice prepared next to him. Wu Qingchen finished his breakfast .
"Have you finished eating?"
Putting down the juice, Wu Qingchen touched his stomach and nodded.
"Well, I have a good appetite..." Ji Mingming picked up one from the paper bag at his feet and shook it, "The higher-ups asked me to come over, and some things need to be returned to you."
thing? what
Wu Qingchen frowned, and looked at Ji Mingming's right hand. The paper bag was small and square, and looked like the bag you usually get after buying clothes from a store.
Thinking this way just now, Ji Mingming flipped through the paper bag and found a piece of clothing from inside.
"Huh? These are my clothes!"
More specifically, the new clothes Wu Qingchen bought just last week.
"Yes, these are your clothes." Putting the clothes back into the paper bag and putting them in Wu Qingchen's hand, Ji Mingming opened another bag, which contained Wu Qingchen's wallet: "Didn't I just say that personal belongings are Now give it back..."
The third bag contained Wu Qingchen's key.
The fourth bag contained Wu Qingchen's mobile phone.
The fifth bag contained Wu Qingchen's cigarettes and lighters.
cigarette!
Wu Qingchen, who hadn't smelled cigarettes for a month, quickly took the paper bag, picked up the lighter, and quickly opened the cigarette case...
Then... threw it out forcefully.
The cigarette case was empty.
"Haha..." Ji Mingming laughed, "Smoking is harmful to your health, the higher authorities will take it away for you."
"Ugh… "
Wu Qingchen sighed. After thinking about it, she knew that the steamed stuffed buns were sent to cool on purpose, for fear that she would burn herself, so how could she allow herself to smoke.
"Think about smoking some. It's good to smoke less. I want to quit but I can't." Ji Mingming picked up the cigarette case, put it back into the paper bag, and put the last bag on Wu Qingchen's bed.
"Ugh… "
After touching these boxes and looking at the wallet and mobile phone keys inside, Wu Qingchen sighed again.
"Okay, don't think too much..." Ji Mingming patted the dining table in front of Wu Qingchen lightly, "Get your things, come, let's go."
"Walk?"
"En?" Ji Mingming, who had already walked to the door, turned his head and pointed to the five paper bags on the bed, "How about returning the items? Do you think that's all?"
Picking up the paper bag and following Ji Mingming, Wu Qingchen walked out of the room and into a corridor.
The corridor is very wide, about four meters high, and bright white lights are lit every few steps on both sides. If he hadn't walked through the corridor before the last rest, Wu Qingchen would never have thought that this bright, spacious and well-connected place is located in Ten meters below the ground.
"Okay, here we are."
Turning around at the intersection of the second corridor, and walking about a dozen meters away, Ji Mingming stopped in front of a door and gestured to Wu Qingchen.
"kindness?"
"Open the door." Ji Mingming pointed to the door in front of him.
"Open the door?" Wu Qingchen was a little surprised, you asked me to open the door
Patting the paper bag Wu Qingchen was holding, Ji Mingming pointed a few times: "The key is in your arms."
"Ah?" Wu Qingchen opened the third paper bag, took out the key from inside, inserted it into the door, turned it lightly, and heard a "crack".
What the hell!
Just as the door opened a little, Wu Qingchen rubbed his eyes involuntarily.
At this moment, Wu Qingchen fully understood the meaning of "returning personal belongings", and also fully understood the reason why Ji Mingming brought him here.
Such a thorough "return of personal belongings", even if Ji Mingming had ten more arms, he couldn't finish it.
Opening the door, the first thing that came into view was a small living room. The furniture inside was simple and messy. The display of all the items was exactly the same as the room that Wu Qingchen rented in Jiang County thousands of miles away.
At the same time, through a small half-closed door on the right side of the living room, Wu Qingchen can still see a small bed inside, and beside the small bed, there is even a shirt that he accidentally got on the floor when he got up. !
"This, this, this..."
"Brother in the morning, you are home, should you invite me in for a sit down?"
"Please please please..."
Walking into the room, Wu Qingchen felt that his footsteps were a little flimsy, and he habitually walked to the sofa in the living room. Wu Qingchen turned around and sat down, looked at Ji Mingming who walked in together, and then looked at the messy sofa, Wu Qingchen quickly grabbed it. There was a pair of crumpled trousers next to him, and his eyes turned to the corner, and he saw a reclining chair with a lot of dirty clothes piled up.
"Sit, sit, sit..."
Throwing the pants into the recliner, Wu Qingchen couldn't help but look around. Ten seconds later, Wu Qingchen, who was a little excited at first, frowned slightly.
The ashtray under the coffee table has no traces of blackening; the cup next to the water dispenser has no gaps; the keyboard that was removed last month and has been forgotten to throw away has no ash...
These things... don't seem to be mine
"Haha, not bad, did you see it so quickly?"
There is no way, the earth has only passed two days, but the Middle Ages world has passed more than half a month. During such a long time, according to the guidance of the coaches, Wu Qingchen has become accustomed to observing the environment with vigilant and meticulous eyes.
Pushing aside a few magazines and two cigarette cases on the sofa, Ji Mingming sat next to Wu Qingchen, "That's right, these things are not the original ones in your home. What you see now are all things that the logistics department wanted Try to restore the result as much as possible... Of course, certain safety hazards or unsuitable places have also been dealt with to a certain extent. But don't worry, there are very few changes, and there will be no inconvenience."
"Then my original stuff..."
"You don't have to worry about the original things..." Speaking of this, Ji Mingming grinned: "Your things are still where they should be. Your house in Jiang County is now three floors inside and three floors outside. Mosquitoes They can’t even fly in, and all research and observation must be the most meticulous way to ensure that there will be no more footprints.”
"Then these..."
Wu Qingchen looked at the five paper bags in his arms.
"These..." Ji Mingming glanced at them, "It was also imitated by the logistics department."
Clothes, keys, cigarette cases, lighters, wallets, mobile phones.
Putting these six items on the coffee table in front of him, Wu Qingchen looked left and right, and picked up the mobile phone placed next to him. The mobile phone has been turned off, and the screen is black, "Can this be used?"
"Yes." Ji Mingming nodded, "The logistics department imitated it, at least it's better than your original one."
"Oh." Wu Qingchen responded lightly, sliding his fingers back and forth on the phone's keyboard, and after a while, he asked hesitantly, "This, can I use it?"
"Yes...but..."
Hearing the answer of the first two words, Wu Qingchen's finger that had already slid to the power button had already pressed it down.
Two seconds later, the moment the phone screen just turned on, Ji Mingming, who tilted his head slightly, pouted his lips and said, "... However, your number is probably busy at this time."
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