Mei Shouan didn't say much, the relatively important knowledge, such as how to determine whether there is a door to the "new world" in a room, needs to pass all the reviews before Shang Jianyao can tell him that the part mentioned at the moment is mainly a precaution, so as not to prevent Shang Jianyao, an awakened person with mental problems, from rashly exploring the "spiritual corridor" during the review period and encountering problems that could have been avoided.
After nearly an hour of conversation, Mei Shouan asked his researchers to take Shang Jianyao for a detailed physical examination.
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495th Floor, Area C, Event Center.
After dinner, Long Yuehong plucked up the courage and came here.
He found that most of his neighbors did not regard him as a monster, but were very curious about the robotic arm and were quite interested in his current state.
After Long Yuehong explained with the prepared rhetoric, their attention quickly turned to the function of the robotic arm, and from time to time someone came over to touch it, knock a few times, and ask for a demonstration.
This even included some young girls, which made Long Yue Red feel embarrassed.
After successfully removing the psychological barrier, he finally found an opportunity to squeeze out of the crowd and come to a corner position.
"Hi, Meng Xia, long time no see." Long Yuehong greeted a lady with a smile.
He used seeing his classmates as an excuse to get rid of "harassment".
Meng Xia was just about to get up and respond to her old classmates, her husband Zhang Lei had already brushed the floor and put on a gesture of support.
"This is?" Long Yuehong is also a person who has experienced outside, and immediately noticed that there was a "situation".
Zhang Lei, who looked very silent and restrained, with sharp eyes, smiled rarely:
"Xia Xia is pregnant."
Long Yuehong is not surprised by this at all, Meng Xia and Zhang Lei have been married for more than a year, with the style of "Pangu Biology" to encourage childbearing, they have children until now, which is actually too late.
"Congratulations!" Long Yuehong smiled.
He took the initiative to pull a chair and sit down, preventing his old classmate from getting up for politeness.
"Thank you." Meng Xia replied, and then asked slightly curiously, "Is your robotic arm really strong?"
She originally wanted to ask, "Did you really take the initiative to apply for a transplant?", but she felt that the relationship between the two parties was not so good, so she changed the topic.
Her husband, Zhang Lei from the outside world, further asked:
"What model is it?"
"T1 type." Long Yuehong did not hide it.
Zhang Lei was slightly surprised:
"Have you been to 'United Industries'? This is a relatively new model, even in the early days, it was rare."
"We know an arms dealer from 'United Industries'." Long Yuehong explained briefly.
Meng Xia became even more curious, and asked her husband sideways:
"This is really amazing?"
"Yes." Zhang Lei looked around and gave an example, "If applied well, he can kill everyone here by himself."
This refers to the activity center.
Long Yuehong subconsciously said humbly:
"The premise is that there are no awakened people here, no genetically modified people, and no biological prosthetics transplanted."
Meng Xia was stunned when he heard it next to him.
What she cares about is not the power of the robotic arm, although there is a little bit of this, and what makes her angry and funny is the example given by her husband.
What a breaking example!
Long Yuehong even responded to this example!
This is like someone asking if the blade of the dish is not sharp, and the other party answers that it is enough to kill your whole family.
Although this time it is not so serious in tone and nature, the underlying logic is similar.
Meng Xia couldn't help but scold:
"Can you discuss something?"
Is this the habitual thinking of people who have lived on the surface?
Long Yuehong also noticed this problem, raised her robotic arm, scratched the back of her head, and forcibly changed the subject:
"Meng Xia, you haven't been pregnant for a long time, right? I can't see it.
"At times like this, shouldn't you go out less, why did you come back here?"
Under the influence of Shang Jianyao, a qualified member of the "Life Sacrifice" Order, Long Yuehong has some common sense that should not have been.
Meng Xia curled his mouth and said:
"Our floor is too dull, there are no people in the activity center, it's uncomfortable to stay, but the atmosphere here is good."
Only then did Long Yuehong remember that Meng Xia and Zhang Lei lived on a floor dominated by foreign employees.
He was about to say something when he saw Shang Jianyao walking into the activity center.
"This way." Long Yuehong waved his hand.
As soon as Shang Jianyao came closer, he touched his stomach and asked Long Yuehong:
"Do you still have noodles at home?"
"Yes. What's wrong, didn't you eat?" Long Yuehong asked.
Shang Jianyao sat opposite Meng Xia, sighed and said:
"The institute doesn't care about the food, and it has left me until now, I have nothing to eat, so I can only cook it myself."
"What are you doing in graduate school?" Meng Xia asked curiously.
Shang Jianyao replied calmly:
"Being studied."
"Haha." Meng Xia laughed.
After a long time, Shang Jianyao still loves to joke as before.
However, compared to the school club, his personality has changed quite a lot.
In the lively activity center, the four of them chatted, and the atmosphere was very leisurely.
During this process, Zhang Lei glanced at Shang Jianyao:
"I thought you would also transplant a robotic arm."
This is his intuitive judgment.
"He robbed me, there is only one like this." Shang Jianyao pointed at Long Yuehong very sadly and angrily.
He showed undisguised envy and jealousy.
Meng Xia completely believed that Long Yuehong took the initiative to apply for a transplant.
After chatting for a few more words, Shang saw that Yao looked around and didn't see a familiar figure, so he asked:
"Where is Lao Chen?"
In private, they call Chen Xianyu, the director of the activity center on this floor, more Lao Chen, and in person, they mainly use Grandpa Chen.
Meng Xia's expression changed a few times, and he replied with some heaviness:
"At the beginning of August, a wave of 'heartless disease' broke out in the company, and Grandpa Chen was unfortunately infected."
"Ah......" Long Yuehong felt a little unreal for a while.
It's only been a few months since I went out, and it's been a long time?
Shang Jianyao also fell silent, while the people in the activity center were either playing cards, chatting, or discussing whether to organize a dance party on the weekend, which was very lively.
Long Yuehong, who originally thought this kind of leisure and comfort was very beautiful, suddenly couldn't sit still.
He said to Meng Xia:
"Shang Jianyao and I left first, he is still hungry."
"Bye-bye." Meng Xia waved his hand.
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After making a large bowl of braised beef noodles with the canned food and Long Yuehong's noodles and eating them all, Shang Jianyao washed up and went to bed.
He once again entered the "corridor of the heart".
He divided into ten, looked around, and found that the distribution of house numbers was the same as before, with no change.
Following the original route, Shang Jianyao and the others walked towards the corridor side.
It didn't take long for him to arrive near room "1215".
This time, he planned to go deeper and collect more anomalies so that he could prepare later.
Ten eyes glanced at it, and Shang Jianyao's eyes froze at the same time.
The location in their memory, the golden house number is:
「1235」
"Has it changed?" Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a deer hunting hat, was silent for a moment.
"The other house numbers have not changed." The cowardly and timid Shang Jianyao reminded his "colleagues".
Consult with colleagues of the Yao Democratic Consultative Committee.
The honest Shang Jianyao frowned:
"This is strange.
"Could it be that room '1215' is also a bit weird? It's a type that can be moved, so it's hard to get in again?"
"It's hard to say, it's hard to say." The half-human, half-machine merchant in a red cassock shook his head.
Ten merchants discussed word by word for a while, but could not come up with an effective explanation, so they could only wait for the review to be over, and asked Mei Shouan if he had seen any changes in the house numbers of the surrounding rooms.
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Early the next morning, in the elevator leading to the 647th floor.
Long Yuehong looked at the changing numbers on the LCD screen, and was silent for a while:
"Is there at least one 'heartless disease' epidemic every year?"
He was referring to the interior of "Pangea".
"That's what we remember." Shang Jianyao raised his hand and rubbed his chin.
Although the "heartless disease" did not break out on the 495th floor where they lived many times before, the adults who heard the corresponding broadcast were always a little panicked and subconsciously reduced the number of gatherings at the activity center, so they were not very young at the time, and they also felt it and left a certain impression.
"Last year was late autumn, and the people of the 'Life Sacrifice' Order were mixed...... This year is early August...... Long Yuehong tried to find a connection between the two epidemics.
There is no doubt that he failed.
If the pattern of the "heartless disease" epidemic was so easy to detect, it would have been discovered by researchers long ago!
At this time, Shang Jianyao, who had his hand on his chin, said "hey":
"Isn't early August the time for you to have surgery?"
The first turmoil in the city occurred in early August.
"What does this have to do with it?" Long Yuehong felt that it was just a simple coincidence.
He believes that Shang Jianyao is more trying to make jokes about himself, saying that his serious injury has triggered an "unintentional" epidemic within the company.
Coming to the 647th floor and entering room 14, Shang Jianyao directly shouted to Jiang Baimian, who had arrived:
"Dabai, check when the company's epidemic in August started and ended."
Jiang Baimian grinded his teeth:
"Is there any problem?"
Although Dabai was her own nickname and asked the team members to use it, every time Shang Jianyao shouted like this, she felt a sense of omission.
"You guess?" Shang Jianyao responded with interest.
Jiang Baimian glanced at him, too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, used the computer, entered the intranet, and flipped through the corresponding news within the scope of authority.
She said while watching:
"The first case was on the morning of August 7, between 8:30 and 10:30, because it was discovered relatively late, the time point cannot be accurate......
"The end is on August 13......"
Speaking of this, Jiang Baimian paused and frowned.
Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong.
After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Baimian said in a deep voice:
"August 7th was the day of the initial turmoil in the city."
(End of this chapter)