u8novel When it was dawn, Rachel finally woke up, as if he had forgotten that he was still playing the cold war with his puppy a few hours ago, subconsciously reached out to touch the pillow, this time, the man touched empty.
"?" His mind slowed down and couldn't keep up with the rhythm. Lei Qie sat up and rubbed his eyes in a daze. When the action was halfway through, the red-haired man suddenly paused because he suddenly noticed Quiet and filled with a certain discordant atmosphere, as if something was missing—
Sitting on the bed with his hands down, he looked around with confused eyes. The empty room finally reminded the man—he woke up naturally today!
This is very telling.
Since the dog's height grew wildly like eating a pig, it took less than a month for it to go back and forth between going to bed and getting out of bed freely. After the dog mastered this ability, Rachel has already It's been a long time since I've used the function of the alarm clock...
Almost every morning, the pup twisted his fat body and used various positions to wake up the man with affectionate love—from biting his hand and pulling desperately to putting the empty dog bowl on the bed on his handsome sleeper. Yan Shang, every morning is unshakable, and the dog can't wait to show its persistent spirit of starving ghost before dawn.
what is it today? The man who is the host thought slightly puzzled, angry? It's never like Falcon's style to be so angry that he doesn't even eat food
"Falcon?"
Finally decided to lower his value, the man tentatively called out to the empty room, but apart from Xiao Hei who was spitting bubbles against the edge of the glass in the goldfish bowl, there was no creature in the room that responded to the man's call
.
Usually when the owner calls him like this, he feels that this is the rhythm of dinner—no matter what he is doing, he will immediately put down and rush towards him cheerfully with his chubby legs. Today, it seems that the pup can hold the scene unexpectedly
The man frowned, and his blue eyes swept across the room. Wherever he looked, all the items were neatly placed where they should be. If there was something wrong, the only one in an abnormal state It was the cell door that was wide open at this moment—so Rachel frowned even more. He clearly remembered that he closed the door tightly before going to bed last night, and the corridor was not ventilated. The air conditioner regulates the temperature, so there is no such thing as "the wind blows the door open".
How did the door open
The man almost already has the answer in his heart. Grabbing the quilt casually, he was about to lift off the bed to see what happened, when suddenly, the man standing up was frozen in mid-air—
Clutching the quilt, his hands froze in mid-air for three seconds of symbolic silence. Rachel first sniffed his nose, and then he definitely felt that a small part of the quilt he was holding seemed to feel a little different from usual...
Not an illusion.
Lowering his head, Lei Qie really saw a small puddle of water stains on the dark quilt that looked like a map. The water stains should be dried or not, and the hands are a little wet. After thinking about it carefully, there is absolutely no such thing as the Absolute Wing Pavilion located in the north. It was cold and damp, and at this moment, the man's thumb just touched the edge of the pool of water—
"..."
Expressionlessly, Raiqie let go of her fingers and calmly watched the quilt slip from her fingers.
Combined with the open door, at this time, as the owner of a four-month-old male husky puppy, only the four enigmatic characters "fleeing in fear of crime" are left in Rachel's mind.
Walking to the internal communicator, he asked Shaoze who was still asleep for a new quilt. The man stood in the room and paused for as long as a minute, then turned his head decisively and went into the bathroom, washing his hands and taking a shower.
Forty minutes later, the man came out of the bathroom again.
At this time, those azure blue pupils that were particularly confused and unfocused when they woke up in the morning finally became as energetic as usual, sharp and indifferent. The original azure blue pupils were dyed into the dark blue of the deep sea by the subtle emotions that rarely appear in men. ... Standing at the door of the bathroom, the man took a deep breath, then casually threw the towel covering his head off the belt of his bathrobe, walked to the communicator, and spent another five minutes staring at the phone hanging on the wall. The gray communicator, until his gaze almost burned a big hole in the communicator, the man raised his hand and quickly pressed a few buttons—
"Hello, Uncle Sparte? I want the monitor access password
. "
…
Since before Leiqie took office, Uncle Sparte on the 28th floor, as the deputy manager of the royal power in Building 2, has the special rights absolutely equal to the two prisoners on the 30th floor. Dim and bright, almost no one is bored enough to have the guts to disturb his dream—
Rachel is the boss, of course he dares.
But in Sparte's memory, Rachel has never called this intercom, and men rarely even touch this device. Facing everyone's doubts at the beginning, the reason given by the king in Building No. 2 was very simple and domineering—
"It's hard to remember the number."
╮(￣▽￣”)╭ Above, that’s it.
Therefore, when the communicator in the prison cell rang like crazy at such a special time, Uncle Sparte, who woke up from his sleep, frowned, very displeased that someone was so ignorant and put the Throwing the other hand away, Uncle Spatt turned over and sat up amidst the desperate screams of the communicator, stepped on slippers and walked slowly to the address book, grabbed the phone, and even I didn't have time to say hello, and by the way, I reported my family name—
"Hello, Uncle Sparte? I want the monitor access password."
So simple and crude straight to the point.
It made Uncle Sparte almost think that he heard it right—this is a thing that is rarely used once in eight hundred years, why do you want it, boss
The voice coming through the communicator is exactly the same as when he used to say "uncle, we have a meeting this morning", "uncle, I want to drink orange juice", "uncle organizes them to clean up" and other insignificant content, and it flies up calmly—usually The law of Building No. 2 is that when the sky falls, Lei Qie remains calm, and everyone in Building No. 2 remains calm.
But there are always exceptions to everything. Under special circumstances, the calmer Leiqie is, the calmer the people say that he cannot
.
Even Sparte thought he was dreaming at the moment when he received Rachel's communication conversation early in the morning. At this time, anyone who wants to say that today must follow the ordinary rules of Building No. 2, that is the rhythm that he would not believe if he killed him.
So in this seemingly beautiful early morning, Lei Qie's calmness caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on his forehead. Uncle Sparte touched his forehead, and pushed it away without knowing when he would get up and come over The face of DK who wanted to listen, hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at DK.
DK looked back at him with inexplicable eyes.
The two stared at each other for a while.
Finally, one second before Uncle Sparte was about to lift his foot to kick someone, DK showed him a gentle smile, turned around and got into the bathroom.
"..."
It wasn't until dk slammed the bathroom door shut that Sparte threw himself in front of the communicator again, but there was no response from the other side, only the light sound of the slight rubbing of the clothes seemed to show that the man was waiting patiently—oh, today The sun rises in the east? Uncle Spatt paused, then lowered his voice and clearly reported to the other party the monitor authority code he had memorized in his mind. Recalling Rachel's memory that was not much better than goldfish, Uncle Spatt, who was in charge, was still finishing reading it. Later, I asked a very considerate question: "Do you remember?"
Unexpectedly, the opposite party actually remembered to take his IQ out today, and hummed very readily.
Accompanied by a series of fast typing sounds on the keyboard, Lei Qie said lightly, "I'm in." The voice seemed to come from the bottom of the communicator. After thinking about it, it was probably after the man got the password, Holding his laptop, he sat under the communicator and immediately started operating—
What's the rush
Forgive Uncle Sparte, middle-aged and elderly people say that their novelties are always more vigorous.
Uncle Sparte leaned against the wall and waited patiently for a while. The faint sound of fast typing on the keyboard and the long silence from the opposite side clearly showed that his rare experience of talking with the king through the communicator was over—the other party The reason why I didn't hang up the communicator was probably just forgetting.
The sound of typing on the keyboard stopped.
"Go in." Only then did Rachel's calm voice resound from the communicator
.
Uncle Sparte quickly seized the opportunity to forcefully insert the topic: "A few corners of the monitors have been turned off."
"How many? Location."
"The northeast corner of the second floor, the northwest corner of the seventeenth floor, and all elevators above the twenty-fifth floor are monitored."
Sparte obviously felt that Rachel was silent for a short time, and amidst the two clear carriage returns in a row, a man's voice also came: "Who approved it?"
This time Uncle Spatt was silent, Rachel asked such a wonderful question—
No one really approved it.
Other buildings do have a rule that "to turn off the monitor, you must get the consent of the king", but the king of their building never seems to say that you need to ask him for instructions... Well, in fact, he certainly didn't say that you don't need to ask for instructions. .
"Scarson, Edward..." Rachel paused after coldly embracing the two names, followed by a series of bombarded names, "Jamie, Hebrew, Adam, Alex, dk, Bardis—"
Uncle Sparte: "..."
Lei Qie: "After breakfast, ask everyone on the list to eat whips for me. Thirty whips can't be less."
Uncle Sparte: "..."
Rachel: "Have you written down the list?"
"..." Uncle Sparte wiped the sweat dripping all the way, "Remember it."
Rachel let out a cry, and the communicator fell silent again—Uncle Spatt looked away from the communicator with a sad face, turned his head to look at DK who was leaning against the bathroom doorframe at this moment, The latter said he was very calm about the great news that he wanted to eat the whip when he opened the bathroom door after taking a shower without knowing what happened.
He even casually raised his finger and pointed at Uncle Sparte's forehead as a joke: "I'm sweating a lot, do you have kidney deficiency?"
"It's not kidney deficiency." At this time, the voice of Uncle Sparte, who had never seen any big scenes in the wind and waves, was a little trembling, "I think I either didn't wake up, or I just saw a ghost
. "
DK raised his eyebrows and looked at the sunlight pouring in from the window—what the hell is it in broad daylight
Thirty minutes ago, the king in Building No. 2, who claimed he couldn't remember the number, used a communicator to drag him out of bed with a scream of death.
Fifteen minutes ago, the king of Building No. 2, who claimed that there was no one in his building other than himself, accurately and fluently started from the second floor, the seventeenth floor, and the twenty-fifth floor to the end of the thirtieth floor. The names of the small stewards on all floors were recited one by one—
Yes, word by word, very accurate, even the name of the second-floor steward was not mistaken, and he recited it completely.
When those names were pronounced with Rachel's calm and magnetic voice, at that moment Uncle Spatt thought of his country's news network, and then he felt that he was about to fly.
This is really a very, very wonderful morning—at this moment, Uncle Sparte feels that he will never encounter anything as wonderful as this morning in his life from now on.
Amidst the frantic typing of the keyboard on the opposite side, Uncle Sparte endured and endured, and finally couldn't help calling the king's name.
Rachel responded.
"What happened?"
This time, Rachel didn't answer him immediately, it seemed like a century of silent blank time.
Even DK couldn't help but walk over from the bathroom door in the weird atmosphere, and approached the communicator curiously. At this time, accompanied by a heavy knock on the keyboard, the calm voice of the king of Building No. —
"Four forty-one."
"… What?"
"The falcon is lost."
“………………………………………………………”
At this moment, Uncle Sparte suddenly felt that compared with this amazing fact—the sky is falling? Ha ha, that's nothing to worry about.
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