Everyone fell silent in unison, and looked at this person who had a low sense of existence, but who could not be ignored.
The hoarseness in Huangpi's voice is not a magnetic hoarseness, but the smoked hoarseness that is unique to old smoking guns. With a low tone, it sounds like a strange owl.
This person has hardly made a sound since he entered the painting, let alone communicated with others. At this time, he suddenly opened his mouth and still faced everyone, which made people have to pay special attention.
Seeing everyone looking at him, there was no expression on his yellow-skinned face, he only looked at Qin Ci with triangular eyes: "Draw lots."
A person who has never expressed an opinion, suddenly gives instructions at this time, there must be a reason.
Qin Ci thought for a while and had no objection.
It is a matter of time before the lottery decides the order of the numbers. It doesn't matter whether it is early or late. If there is a disagreement with Huangpi, it will cause trouble.
So I cut out nine pieces of paper left over from yesterday on the table, and wrote the numbers on them.
Pushing the chopstick tube with the paper sticks into the middle of the table, Huang Pi first reached in and took one, but he didn't open it, just threw it on the table, and then looked at everyone gloomily.
After everyone took out the lottery, Qin Ci put the last one left in the canister on the vacant seat next to it, representing Zhang Hanrui's lottery.
Although she is no different from a vegetable at the moment, she is still alive after all. If she is not allowed to enter the basement tonight, she will surely die.
As the saying goes, it is better to die than to live, as long as you live, there is still hope... even if this hope is really slim.
Everyone opened the signs and showed the numbers on their slips of paper.
The number 1 draw was Li Yaqing, which was equivalent to confirming that she would be in laboratory A tonight.
The No. 2 draw was Qin Ci, followed by Ke Xun, Qi Qiang, Xu Zhen... This time, I was very unlucky. The last three were Zhu Haowen, Wei Dong, and Mu Yiran.
So it is equivalent to confirming that at least Mu Yiran will be in the D laboratory tonight, the perverted laboratory that performed the frontal lobectomy on Zhang Hanrui.
Ke Xun looked at him and Wei Dong, but did not speak.
Qin Ci made the breakfast. He heated up the porridge that Ke Xun duo boiled yesterday, and then mixed the remaining mixed beans, and everyone reluctantly filled their stomachs.
Cai Xiaoyan's death and Zhang Hanrui's experience made everyone in no mood to say unnecessary things. Qin Ci called Zhu Haowen and Wei Dong, went to the archives and brought in all the materials, and everyone sat around the table in the cafeteria and started to flip through. Check the file.
Ke Xun rolled over and fell asleep until he was woken up in a trance: "Get up, eat something."
Struggling to lift his heavy eyelids, he met the face of Mu Yiran who was looking down at him, Ke Xun moved the corners of his lips: "Ha, it's the heart of the palace."
... Damn, my tongue was hard when I slept.
"What did you say?" Mu Yiran's expressionless face still had no expression, but his voice was not as cold as usual, but calm, making people unable to hear emotions.
"Say," Ke Xun wiped his face and sat up with difficulty, "you still care about me. What time is it?"
"One o'clock in the afternoon." Mu Yiran put a bowl of porridge in front of him.
"Why are you eating at this time?" Ke Xun looked at the white rice porridge in the bowl that looked like it was freshly boiled, and then smelled a mush smell.
"Cough," Qin Ci answered, with a little embarrassment on his face, "the first time I cooked porridge, I didn't have a good grasp of the heat, so let's make do with it."
"Okay, Dr. Qin, it's much better than the first time I cooked porridge," Ke Xun took a sip and drank nearly half of it. "It's the first time I've cooked porridge directly into crockpot."
Qin Ci smiled slightly to himself: "Thank you, your words comforted me very effectively. I see that you are very skilled in cooking, which is rarely seen in families with boys. When did you start? Learn to cook?"
Ke Xun also laughed: "Doctor Qin, you are still living in the last century. Now all men can cook. Girls are only in charge of beauty and eating."
"It seems that your father also cooks at your house?" Qin Ci asked with a smile.
"The old couple used to do it together, but now I'm doing it." Ke Xun didn't explain much, just pulled the porridge in a few mouthfuls, put down the tableware, and asked several people, "What clues have you found this morning?"
Qin Ci shook his head: "Kang Lai is not in the staff files of the institute."
Ke Xun thought for a while: "Have you looked for the files of the people who were the test subjects?"
Zhu Haowen interfaced: "No test item files were found, but we found a few pieces of burnt documents in the toilet. There was a half black and white one-inch ID photo on one piece of paper. We suspected that it might be related to the file, because this piece of paper It is obviously the upper right corner of a page, and usually only documents such as archival materials require a photo ID to be attached to the upper left corner or upper right corner of the paper.”
"Oh? Where is it? Let me take a look." Ke Xun stretched out his hand.
Zhu Haowen looked at his hand, then looked up at his eyes: "The toilet is squatting on the wall of the pit, you can take it yourself if you want to see it."
"..." Ke Xun withdrew his hand and stroked his hair.
The toilet in this institute is a pit like many years ago. There is a partition in the middle. The pit under the foot is open, like a ditch. sewer.
This kind of pit is quite unsanitary, and the dirt will accumulate in places where the water cannot be flushed, which is extremely disgusting.
"Who is so talented that he can even find the scraps of paper in the pit?" Ke Xun couldn't help asking.
The opposite Wei Dong raised his hand: "The artist's eyes are sharp."
"We suspect that this research institute was abandoned suddenly," Mu Yiran said, "The staff of the research institute was evacuated very hastily, and it was too late to take more important documents, or in other words, they could not bring important documents with them. out of the research institute, so I had to choose to burn the deadliest thing.
"If all these informal studies of the institute are exposed, let alone whether the researchers will be subject to legal sanctions and public criticism, even the family members of the subjects who have been selected as test subjects will not give up easily.
"So for researchers, the most deadly thing is the file of the test object, and if you destroy the file, you destroy the evidence of the victim.
"Besides, the important thing is the experiment log. In the four experimental areas below, only the D laboratory keeps a part of the experiment log. I guess it was not destroyed in time. We will find the other three laboratories. Without any paper records, they should have been torched like the experimental files, thrown into the toilet and flushed away."
"In this case, the artist Kang Lai is most likely a test subject?" Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran.
"It may also be an outsider who knows everything," Zhu Haowen replied, "For example, the person in charge of handling this matter."
"Whether it's a test subject or a handler," Xu Zhen suddenly grabbed her hair and stared at several people with some collapse, "We can't get any information about them anymore, can we?! How do we find out? Autograph? Are we just sitting here waiting to die!"
"'Painting' will not create an unbreakable dead end for us," Mu Yi said indifferently, "So, there must be a way to find a signature."
"How to find it?!" Xu Zhen shouted, "Could it be that we have to get into the sewers to collect archive fragments?!"
No one answered her, the room was silent for a while, and suddenly Qi Qiang was heard pounding the table heavily, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Look! The sewers have to be found! You!" He pointed at Xu Zhen, "Go and look!"
Xu Zhen was shocked: "Why do you want me to go?!"
"If you want to go, you can go, stop talking nonsense, and I will kill you directly if you irritate me!" Qi Qiang stepped forward and grabbed Xu Zhen's front, picked her up from the chair, dragged her going out.
"What are you doing! Let me go!" Xu Zhen screamed, kicking Qi Qiang desperately, and was slapped on the face by Qi Qiang, and a broken tooth flew out of her mouth.
"Stop." Ke Xun stood up from his chair, stepped in front of Qi Qiang, and looked at him coldly.
"Boy, I warn you, don't get in the way, otherwise the knife in my hand won't have eyes." Qi Qiang said, showing the knife in the other hand.
It was a knife from the cafeteria, with a narrow blade and a pointed tip.
As if he didn't see the knife in his hand, Ke Xun just stared coldly at his fierce eyes: "The sewers are too small, people can't get through, it's useless for you to let her find them, let her go. "
"She's thin, she can squeeze through it, you fucking hurry to get out of my way!" Qi Qiang said, waving the knife in his hand, and gestured to slash Ke Xun's neck.
This was just a threat. The actual knife tip was still two or three inches away from Ke Xun's skin. Qi Qiang wanted Ke Xun to retreat, but he didn't expect this kid to take the usual path. He held it on his wrist, and then for some reason Qi Qiang felt that his wrist no longer belonged to him. hang on the arm.
Ke Xun's movements hadn't stopped, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the numbness of Qi Qiang's elbow on Xu Zhen's elbow. At the moment when Qi Qiang lost his strength, Ke Xun dragged Xu Zhen out of his restraint. broke free.
Pushing Xu Zhen to a safe distance first, then kicking the knife on the ground, Ke Xun looked at Qi Qiang with a frightened face: "Stretch out your hand, and I'll put it on for you."
Only then did Qi Qiang know that this kid had dislocated his hand, and he had the intention to directly kill him, but when he looked at this kid's physique, he didn't say anything, his strength was great and he responded quickly. The action is also very neat. If you really do it, you may not have the upper hand, so you have to press it first.
Qin Ci looked at the whole process and couldn't help but say: "Xiao Ke's technique is almost as good as a professional bone doctor."
"They practice sports. Dislocations, fractures, injuries, etc. are common occurrences. Long-term injuries can become doctors," Wei Dong said. "In addition, the beasts in their sports department fight with other schools all day long, and they start with black and ruthless attacks. If you can cure a dislocation, you can create a dislocation, and this trick is perfect."
Zhu Haowen glanced silently from the side: "I can't tell that Ke Xun was once a school ruffian."
"Then you have misunderstood him," Wei Dong said, "Ke Er never takes the initiative to make trouble, but you can't stand everyone from one school to one department. All day long, you can't look up, and other schools come to ask for trouble. You can't leave your classmates and brothers behind. When he left by himself, he usually just followed to support the scene and create momentum next to him, unless someone hit him on the head... alas."
When Wei Dong said this, he couldn't help sighing, but he didn't say any more.
Qin Ci and Zhu Haowen didn't ask again. Several people are very clear about the meaning contained in this sigh.
The lives of those normal people have long since left them. At this time, the memories that were once considered boring, childish, boring, or meaningless all seemed so precious, peaceful and beautiful.