Embers Ad Infinitum

After listening to Qiao Chu's words, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao spoke at the same time:

"I……"

Seeing that the other person had something to say, they closed their mouths together again, and the scene suddenly fell into a weird silence.

After a few seconds, Jiang Baimian smiled and said:

"You speak first."

Shang Jianyao nodded seriously and said:

"I want to go to the toilet first."

"...don't you have any other ideas?" Jiang Baimian was almost speechless.

Shang Jianyao answered directly without thinking:

"Let's check out the other rooms by the way."

"Inspection...would it be better to use patrol?" Jiang Baimian asked habitually.

Then, she nodded with satisfaction:

"Go ahead."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to look at Long Yuehong:

“When resting in such a closed room, you must remember to confirm that there is nothing abnormal inside.

"This is not a problem that can be solved by simply staying on night watch, because similar environments are cramped and cramped with many obstacles. It is difficult to escape and fight. Even if the unexpected situation can be discovered in time, it will be quite troublesome."

Speaking of this, Jiang Baimian glanced at Qiao Chu subconsciously, and was quite surprised by his carelessness in warning.

Is this special correspondent of the Eighth Research Institute too confident and not afraid of surprises, or does he simply have no relevant experience?

Qiao Chu didn't look at her, took off the silver rifle from his back, and pulled a brown painted chair that was still intact in front of him.

He immediately walked to the old coffee table, pulled out several paper towels from the black packaging, turned around and wiped the dusty chair.

Seeing this, Long Yuehong didn't know whether to follow Shang Jianyao to search the room or help Qiao Chu clean the items.

"Just remember this time, sit down." Jiang Baimian did not embarrass him.

Long Yuehong sat on the sofa like a reflex. As a result, the gray surface of an unknown color suddenly sank, and then tore open with a stabbing sound.

This made Long Yuehong unable to sit firmly and almost fell into the sofa.

Jiang Baimian withdrew his gentle gaze, glanced at the gray-faced subordinate, and laughed softly:

“Be careful, these are antiques from seventy or eighty years ago or even older.

"Besides, there are countless bacteria and viruses in that dust. Although you have been genetically modified and are not prone to disease, you still have to be careful."

"Yes, team leader!" Long Yuehong stood up and responded loudly, just like she had done many times in the past.

"Team leader..." Qiao Chu repeated the term in a low voice with indifferent eyes, not paying much attention.

He had cleaned the chair and sat down.

Long Yuehong and Bai Chen began to pack up the sofa, chairs, and coffee table, while Shang Jianyao returned to the junction of the living room and dining room and walked toward the short corridor deep in the room.

At this time, as night came, the room was already dark.

The living room area was okay, with large floor-to-ceiling windows. Even if there was no moon outside, a little starlight shone in, allowing Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and others to barely see each other's faces. When they entered the aisle, Shang Jianyao I can only roughly distinguish the outlines of some things.

Shang Jianyao unzipped his camouflage backpack with his backhand and took out a silver flashlight with a grainy appearance.

——He does not always hang the flashlight on his armed belt, but occasionally puts it into the backpack that comes standard with the Security Department.

With the orange beam of light emitted by the flashlight, Shang Jianyao could clearly see the scene ahead:

There are brown-red wooden doors on the left and right sides of the corridor, but they are not symmetrical and have different styles: the door on the left is closer to the entrance, with thick glass above which makes it difficult to see the scene inside, and the door on the right almost reaches the end, with a handle in the shape of a Brass color with green patina in places.

On the wall at the end, there is another brown-red wooden door on the far left.

Shang Jianyao walked to the door on the left side of the aisle first because it was the closest.

During this process, he took off the "Ice Moss" pistol to guard against accidents.

Using the palm holding the flashlight, he turned the handle and pushed the door open. Shang Jianyao didn't rush in and shone the flashlight outside for a while.

He saw a sink inside, something similar to a toilet in a textbook, a glass door that seemed to move, and a separated area with a shower head.

"Toilet." Shang Jianyao whispered and stepped inside.

In this place where he could see every angle clearly at a glance, he sometimes jumped up and looked at the vent above, and sometimes squatted down to check the narrow space between the toilet and the washbasin, as if he felt that a person could be hidden there.

In the end, he only found a bit of moss and a few ants in some dark places, but not many.

After checking, he walked to the toilet and opened the lid.

There is no water in it.

Shang Jianyao scientifically tried the buttons at different locations on the toilet and found that they all lost their function.

He straightened up, twitched his nose dramatically, and took a few deep breaths.

"It doesn't taste..." After a few seconds, he came to the conclusion, and his expression didn't tell whether he was happy or regretful.

Next, he tried the shower head and confirmed that no water was flowing out.

After completing these inspections, Shang Jianyao fell into deep thought and didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he put the "Ice Moss" pistol back on his armed belt, reached out with his hand and pulled out the metal filter stuck in the sink drain.

It was so rusty that Shang Jianyao almost pulled it off.

After placing this item next to him, Shang Jianyao stood up with one hand, jumped up, and stood firmly on the sink, one foot on the side, extremely balanced.

He immediately held the flashlight with his chin, took off his pants, and aimed at the drain.

After solving the physiological problem, Shang Jianyao jumped down again and put the metal filter back into place.

In the living room outside, Qiao Chu frowned when he heard the noise and pinched his nose. Long Yuehong and Bai Chen showed complicated expressions one after another.

Jiang Baimian didn't hear the small noise and carefully distributed compressed biscuits, energy bars and other food.

Shang Jianyao left the toilet, closed the door politely, and then walked to the end of the corridor with a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other.

At this time, there is a door to his right and a door in front of him on the left.

He gestured with his pistol and flashlight and decided to choose the left.

He was equally cautious when opening the door.

The most eye-catching thing inside is a relatively wide bed, which is covered with dirty light green sheets and two pillows with the same pillowcases.

There is a low cabinet to the right of the bedside, and to the right of the low cabinet is a row of tattered tall cabinets that reach to the ceiling and are painted in milky white paint.

There is a table to the left of the bed, with a large LCD screen and a box made of black metal placed on it.

Near the LCD screen, there were a mouse, a keyboard and a dark blue thing at the bottom that covered a honeycomb-like thing that Shang Jianyao recognized.

To the left of the table is the wall and a large window sill. The windowsill is covered with a brown blanket that seems to have been bitten by mice. There is also a small wooden table on the blanket.

Shang Jianyao took a flashlight and walked from the aisle between the end of the bed and the wall to the window sill.

He bent down and searched carefully for a while, and finally could only regretfully mutter to himself:

"No rat shit..."

This sentence echoed in the slightly empty room, seeming to be a little doubtful.

Shang Jianyao then walked to the table with the LCD screen and picked up different items in sequence with his gun hand.

As a graduate of the electronics department of "Pangu Biology" higher education, it was not difficult for him to recognize the computer in front of him.

He turned his head hard, glanced at the camouflage backpack behind him, and gave up the idea of ​​stuffing anything big into it.

Finally, he picked up the thing covered in black honeycomb-like things.

This is slightly larger than the palm of your hand.

Combining his professional knowledge and his knowledge of the small trading market in the "Activity Center", Shang Jianyao quickly confirmed that this should be a small speaker.

Speakers that can play songs.

He quickly unplugged the speaker cable, pulling the object completely away from the computer.

After cleaning the dark blue speaker with the bed sheet next to it, Shang Jianyao took off the camouflage backpack behind him and stuffed it inside.

He is not sure whether the speaker can still be used, and even thinks that it should no longer be possible, but it doesn't matter, he will repair it, as long as he can find suitable and intact components to make some replacements.

After putting on the camouflage backpack again, Shang Jianyao once again held a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other, checking every corner of the room and different items.

He quickly walked around to the other side, bent down and looked under the bed, and then opened the bedside table.

This short cabinet has two drawers, upper and lower. Shang Jianyao opened the upper one for the first time. The things inside were dazzling, but full of stale smell.

"Ultra-thin...aspirin...white and black..." He rummaged through the items one by one and put them back.

He then opened the lower drawer. It was empty, with nothing in it.

Shang Jianyao stared at it for a few seconds, then withdrew his gaze, straightened up, and walked to what was probably the closet.

After opening the cabinet door, he saw a black jacket, a white gauze dress, and other clothes of indescribable styles.

They hung there neatly, and except for the unpleasant smell, they seemed to be the same as before.

Shang Jianyao knew about dresses because some women in "Pangu Biology" liked them very much.

This is an impractical thing. When all the energy from the environment is directed to the "inner ecological zone" and only a small part is left for the "living zone", long clothes and long trousers are the best choice. It is also very convenient for work.

Only those women whose families are a little wealthy will exchange their contribution points for fabrics and make a skirt according to the style of skirts worn by some relatives of the management.

This is one of their most precious things, and they only wear it when they watch the year-end report performance, participate in certain group activities, or go for walks in various corners with their lovers.

Shang Jianyao subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the white gauze dress.

Perhaps the crossbar of the clothes hanger had long been rusted, or perhaps it was already in a fragile balance. As soon as Shang Jianyao touched the dress, the crossbar slid down with a crash, causing many clothes to fall onto the wooden board below.

Shang Jianyao stared silently for a few seconds, then withdrew the hand holding the "ice moss".

He continued to check the drawers in the closet, but found nothing of note.

Soon, he left the room and entered the corridor on the right.

This room is even smaller, with only a not-so-wide bed, a row of cream-colored wardrobes, and a desk with a lamp.

The sheets on the bed are blue with many golden stars on them, which are much cuter than the one next door.

However, it also has a lot of stains on it.

Shang Jianyao searched one place after another. Finally, he leaned over the pillow and shined the flashlight back and forth.

After an unknown amount of time, Shang Jianyao put the flashlight on the bed and adjusted its position.

He then stretched out a hand and twisted a long hair on the edge of the pillow where the light beam illuminated.

White hair.

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