Embers Ad Infinitum

It was still a long time before the 8:30 power outage, and the street lights were still shining brightly, illuminating the way ahead for pedestrians.

However, it is incomparable with the interior of the "Pangu Biology" underground building. Many street lights on South Street have been broken for a long time. Only one intact one is found dozens of meters apart. In many places, there is only a dim light, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Bai Chen took Long Yuehong out to walk around the place before dinner. She had several plans for what to do next. She walked calmly and calmly, as if she was just a woman returning home with a large utensil in her arms.

There was no doubt that Long Yuehong was a little nervous, but he had experienced too many things for the first time when he went out, and he had some immunity to similar situations, so that his hands and feet would not become weak and his heartbeat would beat like a pounding.

He followed Bai Chen silently, blocking the sight of passers-by from time to time to prevent the "orange" rifle wrapped in cloth from being too conspicuous.

There was a sentry post at the entrance of the South Street Slave Market. Two guards inside were holding assault rifles of the same standard. They were looking around unfocusedly, sitting and standing.

Bai Chen passed them and walked slowly towards the central square.

Soon, she and Long Yuehong entered the blind spot of the street light, like two blurry shadows on the dim street.

At this time, Bai Chen suddenly turned around and came to the entrance of the courtyard of the adjacent building. In a second or two, he nimbly climbed through the iron gate.

Long Yuehong watched with admiration, because during this process, Bai Chen was also careful to stabilize the rifle in his arms.

Without wasting any time, Long Yuehong followed and climbed over the iron gate without causing any movement.

He and Bai Chen immediately entered the building adjacent to the South Street Slave Market. Under the dim light of the light bulb, they climbed up the cold stairs to the top floor.

Bai Chen took out a piece of wire that had been prepared in advance, inserted it into the keyhole, and after a few moves, opened the door to the rooftop.

——Although the appearance of this building seems to have cornices and brackets, it is more of an imitation and decoration, and it has all the normal layout.

After going up to the rooftop and closing the door, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong came to the side near the South Street Slave Market under the dim moonlight.

In this quiet night, in this open place, they heard singing, shouting, music and various noises coming from West Street.

At this moment, Long Yuehong looked towards the South Street Slave Market, tilted her head slightly and said:

"There seems to be some noise over there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, as the noise on West Street subsided briefly, the movement in the slave market on South Street became much clearer.

There were many whimpering sounds.

Each sound was not loud, so weak that it seemed as if it did not exist. But after they overlapped together, they swayed quietly in the dark night, occasionally mixed with a few heart-wrenching coughs and vague pain. snort.

"It's the slaves who are crying." Bai Chen looked at the market below expressionlessly.

Long Yuehong was silent for a while, then sighed:

"It's so miserable...

"It's a pity that we only have four people and can't save them."

Bai Chen turned his head and looked at the alley opposite.

After a while she said:

"This season, if we don't prepare enough supplies, we might as well let them stay here."

Long Yuehong thought about it carefully and found that this was really the truth.

But just because this truth was true, it made him feel a lot more unspeakable sadness than before.

He watched Bai Chen choose a position, set up the "Orange" rifle, put his eyes in front of the scope, and monitored the alley opposite. He also followed the instructions and used the telescope to observe the rooftops and rooms on the other side of the South Street Slave Market.

"Nothing was found." Long Yuehong came to a conclusion after repeated confirmation.

"Watch it every three minutes." Bai Chen emphasized.

"Yes..." After saying the first word, Long Yuehong was speechless.

He usually said "yes, team leader", but this time he didn't know what to "yes", so he simply added Bai Chen's name to the end, as if it wasn't good enough.

Bai Chen didn't pay attention, concentrating on monitoring the target area.

Long Yuehong looked across the way and happened to see the team leader and Shang Jianyao turning into the alley like taking a walk after dinner.

…………

"Wait next to the broken street lamp in front." On top of Jiang Baimian's head was the hat that came with his black cotton-padded jacket, with a ring of brown fur inlaid on the edge.

This seems to have the effect of making your face smaller.

Shang Jianyao closed his mouth tightly and did not speak randomly. He followed the team leader to the other side of the broken street lamp and hid his body in the shadow.

The light from the street can't reach here at all. Only some lights spill out from the buildings on both sides, making the outlines of various things appear vaguely.

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao stopped talking and each looked to one side, paying attention to the passers-by.

Whenever someone approaches, they look at each other like a couple on a date.

——They believe that the male and female friends inside "Pangu Creatures" who have to meet in the corner despite the cold after turning off the lights are representative. There must be similar people on the surface, and the more relative they are in Weed City. The better the place, the more so. Bai Chen did not deny this.

Time passed by minute by minute, and eight o'clock came quickly.

After about a minute or two, a figure walked into the alley from the South Street entrance.

He was wearing a navy blue cotton coat, a furry leather hat, and a black scarf. His body was slightly stooped and his head was lowered, like an old man shivering in the cold wind.

When passing Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, the old man's foot slipped, his body swayed, and he dropped something on the ground.

He hurriedly squatted down and fumbled for the lost items under the lights of the buildings on both sides.

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao had already seen clearly that what the old man dropped was a badge with no words on a red background.

"Is this what you dropped?" Jiang Baimian bent down, smiled and handed his red-backed gold nameplate to the old man's eyes.

The old man took a look and raised his head:

"yes."

Under the dim light, he didn't look old at all. He looked like he was in his thirties, his eyebrows were neither thick nor light, and his facial features were neither ugly nor handsome. He was a person with little memory.

After answering, the man quickly picked up his "badge" and stood up.

After confirming that the other party was the company's intelligence officer lurking in Weed City, Jiang Baimian smiled and asked casually:

"Have you already been here and observed the environment?"

The intelligence officer nodded and said casually:

"Whether it is wearing clothes front and back, adding or removing hats, wearing scarves, or walking posture, you can become like another person at night, but this requires a little skill."

After Jiang Baimian listened quietly, he suddenly laughed and said:

"You've been here four times, right?"

The intelligence officer looked at Jiang Baimian in shock.

He was not surprised at all that the lady in front of him noticed that he had been nearby, but the other party was able to accurately tell how many times in total!

Jiang Baimian smiled, looked at the other person's feet and said:

"Remember to change to a pair of leather shoes next time."

The intelligence officer suddenly understood.

Jiang Baimian said "hmm" and nodded:

“It’s true that extra shoes are inconvenient to carry around, so you can only consider getting them dirty.

"Are you a little reluctant to give up?"

On earth, except for those self-proclaimed noble men, who is willing to take the initiative to waste their own things?

Ordinary employees of "Pangu Creatures" usually lead a life with relatively scarce supplies, but it is just better than most wilderness wanderer settlements.

"A bit." The intelligence officer nodded truthfully.

He didn't say much, looked around and said:

"It's not very convenient to communicate here. I'll take you somewhere."

Jiang Baimian immediately turned his head and glanced at Shang Jianyao.

The intelligence officer noticed this scene and frowned slightly:

"do not trust me?"

At this time, Shang Jianyao laughed:

"How come I don't trust you?

"look:

“We are all employees of the company;

“Our families are all within the company;

"so……"

The intelligence officer's expression gradually softened:

"That's right, everyone is trustworthy."

His attitude was obviously a little more enthusiastic:

"I have been sent to Weed City for almost two years. I will be able to go back in another year. I don't know if my daughter, haha, still recognizes me. She was only five years old when I came out."

"This is not auspicious, please say less." Shang Jianyao interrupted the other party.

The intelligence officer was stunned and subconsciously glanced at Shang Jianyao, only to see his face full of sincerity.

"Yes." The intelligence officer felt his friend's concern.

Then, he pointed to the other end of the alley:

"It's better to change places. There are people coming and going here."

Intelligence agents have instinctive defenses and high requirements for meeting points.

Because of the insurance of "reasoning clown", even if the other party was indeed untrustworthy before, he can now be trusted, so Jiang Baimian no longer hesitated and nodded gently:

"good."

After speaking, she took out the walkie-talkie, pressed the button and said:

"It's time to evacuate."