Chapter 65 Search the room (asking for recommendation votes)
After listening to Qiao Chu's words, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao spoke at the same time:
"I ......."
Seeing that the other party had something to say, they closed their mouths together, and the scene suddenly fell into a strange silence.
After a few seconds, Jiang Baimian smiled and said:
"You say it 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 didn't think about it, and replied directly:
"By the way, take a look at the other rooms."
"Inspection...... Wouldn't it be better to use patrol?" Jiang Baimian habitually asked.
Then, she nodded in satisfaction:
"Go."
As soon as she finished speaking, she had already turned her head to look at Long Yuehong:
"When resting in such a closed room, be sure to make sure there is nothing unusual inside.
"This is not a problem that can be solved simply by being on duty at night, because similar environments are narrow and cramped, with many obstacles, making it difficult to escape or fight.
Speaking of this, Jiang Baimian subconsciously glanced at Qiao Chu, and was quite surprised by his carelessness in vigilance.
Is this commissioner of the Eighth Research Institute too confident and not afraid of accidents, or is he simply inexperienced in related fields?
Qiao Chu didn't look at her, took off the silver rifle behind him, and pulled a fairly intact brownish-yellow painted chair in front of him.
He immediately walked to the old coffee table, took out several tissues from the pitch-black packaging of drawers, turned around and wiped the chair that was heavily dusty.
Seeing this, Long Yuehong didn't know whether to follow Shang Jianyao to search the room or help Qiao Chu clean the things.
"Just remember it this time, sit down." Jiang Baimian did not embarrass him.
Long Yuehong sat on the sofa reflexively, but the surface of the gray fluttering surface, which I didn't know what color it was, first sank suddenly, and then tore apart with a stabbing sound.
This made Long Yuehong unable to sit still and almost fell into the sofa.
Jiang Baimian withdrew his gentle gaze, glanced at the gray-haired subordinate, and said with a low laugh:
"Be careful, these are all antiques from seventy or eighty years ago or even older.
"Moreover, I don't know how many bacteria and viruses there are in those dusts, although you have done genetic improvement, you are not prone to diseases, but you have to be careful."
"Yes, team leader!" Long Yuehong, like many times in the past, stood up and responded loudly.
"Team leader......" Qiao Chu repeated this term in a low voice with indifferent eyes, not caring much.
He had cleaned his 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 the dining room, and walked towards the short aisle at the back of the room.
At this time, as night approached, the room was already dark.
Even if there was no moon outside, the starlight shone in a little, so that Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and others could barely see each other's faces, and when they entered the aisle, Shang Jianyao could only roughly distinguish the outlines of some things.
Shang Jianyao backhanded the zipper of his camouflage backpack and took out a silver flashlight with a grainy appearance from it.
- He doesn't always hang a flashlight on his belt, and occasionally puts it in a backpack that comes standard with the security department.
With the orange pillar of light emitted by the flashlight, Shang Jianyao saw the scene ahead clearly:
There are brownish-red wooden doors on the left and right sides of the aisle, but they are not symmetrical and have different styles: the one on the left is closer to the entrance, with heavy glass above that makes it impossible to see the scene inside, and the one on the right is almost to the end, with brass handles and green rust in some places.
On the wall at the end, there is another brownish-red wooden door on the far left.
Shang Jianyao walked to the door on the left side of the aisle first, because it was closest.
During this process, he took off the "Ice Moss" pistol to guard against accidents.
After twisting the handle with the palm of the flashlight and pushing open the door, Shang Jianyao was not in a hurry to go in, and used the flashlight outside for a while.
He saw a sink inside, something like a toilet in a textbook, a glass door that seemed to move, and a divided area with a shower head.
"Toilet." Shang Jianyao whispered and walked in.
At this glance, he could see every angle clearly, sometimes he jumped up, looked at the vent above, and sometimes squatted down, checking the narrow space between the toilet and the sink, as if he thought there could be a person hidden there.
In the end, he only found a little moss and a few ants in some shady places, but not much.
After the inspection, he walked to the toilet and lifted the lid.
There was no water in it anymore.
Shang Jianyao scientifically tried the buttons in different positions of the toilet in turn, and found that they all lost their function.
He straightened his body, twitched his nose exaggeratedly, and took a few deep breaths.
"It's not smelly......" After a few seconds, he came to the conclusion, and his expression couldn't tell whether he was happy or regretful.
Next, he tried the shower head and confirmed that no water was coming out.
After completing these inspections, Shang Jianyao fell into deep thought, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a while, he put the "Ice Moss" pistol back on his belt and reached out to pull out the metal filter stuck in the sink sink.
It was so rotten and rusty that Shang Jianyao almost pulled it off.
After placing this item aside, Shang Jianyao supported it with one hand, jumped up, stood firmly on the sink, and stepped on one foot, extremely balanced.
He immediately clamped the flashlight with his chin, took off his pants, and aimed at the sewer.
After solving the physiological problem, Shang Jianyao jumped down again and stuffed the metal filter back into place.
In the living room outside, Qiao Chu heard the movement, frowned, pinched his nose, and Long Yuehong and Bai Chen showed complicated expressions one after another.
Jiang Baimian didn't hear this little movement, and carefully distributed compressed biscuits, energy bars and other foods.
Shang Jianyao came out of the toilet, closed the door politely, and then, holding a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other, walked to the end of the aisle.
At this time, there was a door on his right hand and a door on his left.
He gestured with a pistol and a flashlight and decided to choose the left side.
He was equally careful in opening the door.
The most eye-catching thing inside is a relatively wide bed with dirty sheets of suspected light green and two pillows with the same pillowcase.
There is a low cabinet on the right side of the bed, and to the right of the low cabinet is a row of tattered tall cabinets that reach the ceiling and are painted with milky white paint.
There is a table on the left side of the bed, on which is placed a large LCD display and a box made of black metal.
Near the LCD display, there was also a mouse, keyboard, and a dark blue bottom covered with honeycomb-like things.
Further to the left of this table was a wall and a large window sill, covered with a brown blanket that seemed to have been bitten by a mouse, and a small wooden table on the blanket.
Shang Jianyao took a flashlight and walked towards the windowsill from the aisle between the end of the bed and the wall.
He bent down, looked carefully for a while, and finally could only say to himself regretfully:
"No rat poop......"
This sentence echoed in the slightly empty room, as if there were still some doubts.
Shang Jianyao immediately walked to the table where the LCD monitor was placed and picked up different items in turn with his hand holding the gun.
As a graduate of the Department of Higher Education Electronics of "Pangu Biotechnology", it is not difficult for him to recognize that there is a computer in front of him.
He tried to turn his head, glanced at the camouflage backpack behind him, and gave up the idea of stuffing something big into it.
Finally, he picked up the thing covered in something black honeycomb-like.
This is also slightly larger than the palm of your hand.
Combining his expertise and experience in the small trading market in the "activity center", Shang Jianyao quickly confirmed that this should be a small speaker.
A speaker that can play songs.
He quickly unplugged the speaker and removed the item from the computer completely.
After cleaning the dark blue speaker with the bed sheet next to him, Shang Jianyao took off the camouflage backpack behind him and stuffed it in.
He wasn't sure if the speaker would still work, and even thought it shouldn't be able anymore, but it didn't matter, he would repair it, as long as he could find a suitable and intact device to replace it.
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 went around to the other side, bent down to look at the bottom of the bed, and then pulled open the bedside table.
This low cabinet has two drawers, the first time Shang Jianyao opened the upper one, the contents were dazzling, but full of stale smell.
"Ultra-thin...... Aspirin...... White and black......" He finished flipping through the items one by one and put them back again.
He then opened the drawer below, which was empty and empty.
Shang Jianyao stared for a few seconds, retracted 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 unspeakable styles.
They were neatly hung there, and they seemed to be no different from back in the day, except for the slightly unpleasant taste.
The reason why Shang Jianyao knew about dresses was because some women in "Pangu Biology" liked it very much.
This is an impractical thing, and when all the energy from the environment is directed to the "inner ecological zone", leaving only a small part for the "living area", long clothes and trousers are the best choice, and at the same time it is very convenient to work.
Only women from slightly wealthy families will exchange their contribution points for fabrics and make their own dresses according to the skirt styles worn by some management relatives.
This is one of their most precious things, and they only wear it when watching year-end report performances, participating in certain group activities, and going for walks in various corners with their lovers.
Shang Jianyao subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the white gauze dress.
Maybe the bar of the hanger has long been rotten and rusty, or maybe it is already in a fragile balance, as soon as Shang Jianyao touched the dress, the bar slipped off with a bang, causing many clothes to fall on 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 and found nothing noteworthy.
Soon, he left the room and entered the one on the right side of the corridor.
The room was even smaller, with a bed that wasn't that wide, a row of milky wardrobes, and a desk with a lamp.
The sheets on the bed were blue with many small golden stars on them, which was much cuter than the one next door.
However, it also has a lot of smudges on it.
Shang Jianyao searched place by place, and finally, he leaned over to the pillow and shone the flashlight back and forth.
I don't know how long it took, but Shang Jianyao put the flashlight on the bed and adjusted the position.
He immediately stretched out a hand and twisted a long hair on the edge of the pillow where the light beam hit.
White hair.
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