Chapter 655 layer by layer
"Du Heng......"
The name Jiang Baimian said seemed to have magic, causing the members of the "old tune group" in the room to lose their ability to speak.
Before this, they had never thought that they would see Du Heng's name here in a Buddhist holy place located in the ruins of the city.
There should be no relationship between the two.
After more than ten seconds, Shang Jianyao said with sincere emotion:
"Teacher Du Heng is indeed a person who has lived from the old world to the present!"
He looked proud and proud, and those who didn't know thought it was really his teacher.
"The appearance and age are not ...... at all" Long Yuehong muttered.
Du Heng looks like he is only in his forties, and the destruction of the old world has been nearly seventy years old, even though he was a child prodigy when he participated in the genetic research academic lecture jointly organized by the Holm Reproductive Medical Center and the Northern Company as a special guest.
Bai Chen organized the following language and said:
"Is it just the same name and surname, or is the sound of the same word different?"
"With the strength and specialness of Teacher Du Heng, it is a completely acceptable explanation to have the art of staying in the face." Jiang Baimian said considerately, "A character like him has a name and surname in the old world, which is in line with my imagination."
This is a mysterious being who runs around chasing Xiao Chong, who is suspected of being the "King of the Heartless", and it is simply the most logical speculation that he has experienced the destruction of the old world.
Moreover, he also has many old friends, such as the "Buddha's Body" of the "Crystal Consciousness Teaching".
"If it is really Teacher Du Heng, we should have asked him about the cause of the destruction of the old world and the origin of the 'heartless disease'." Long Yuehong sighed quite regretfully.
The honest Shang Jianyao made a sneering voice:
"You forgot? Teacher Du Heng said he lost a lot of memories."
"He chose to be an antiquarian scholar because he had the idea of retrieving that part of his memory." Jiang Baimian agreed with Shang Jianyao's words, feeling that this and Du Heng's self-claim could form a logical chain.
At this time, Bai Chen remembered something, and while being vigilant about possible accidents, he asked:
"In what capacity did Teacher Du Heng participate in that academic lecture?"
Jiang Baimian shook his head slowly:
"I don't know.
"He is the only special guest who does not have a name in Honghe Chinese, and does not indicate his identity or position."
Even those with a government background have very legitimate titles on the surface.
"It's really mysterious!" Shang Jianyao actually showed obvious envy.
"Is there anything else behind?" Long Yuehong felt that Du Heng's origin should not be specifically discussed at this time, and why he wanted to participate in such an academic lecture in the frontier field of genetic research.
On the one hand, there is a lack of effective clues, and on the other hand, the "old tune team" is in the ruins of Wasteland No. 13, and time is equal to life, and such a waste cannot be tolerated.
Jiang Baimian turned the last page of the document:
"After the special guests, there was an academic lecture, on the fourth floor of this small building, Conference Room 3.
"Nothing else."
Without waiting for the team members to respond, Jiang Baimian sighed:
"It seems necessary to do a search there."
Although under normal circumstances, after an academic lecture, the relevant conference room would definitely be cleaned up and there would be other arrangements, but at that time, there were only a few days before the destruction of the old world.
After saying that, she pointed to the drawer of her desk and said:
"Come here, help read the remaining documents, and strive for a quick resolution."
Since Shang Jianyao, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong have completed their tasks, of course they must make reasonable use of their labor force to save valuable time.
After more than ten minutes of search and searching, the "old investigation team" finally confirmed that there was no other information of investigative value in the office belonging to the center supervisor.
"Being able to see the names of Lin Sui and Teacher Du Heng on such a document is worth the price of our trip." Jiang Baimian was not disappointed at all.
Compared with the kind of team that has been exploring the ruins of the city for many years without finding the slightest effective clue, the "Old Tune Group" can be called completely lucky.
As Jiang Baimian stuffed the document into his tactical backpack and picked up the individual combat bazooka on the ground, Long Yuehong turned out the window and posed to "snoop" inside.
Pudu Zen Master Shang Jianyao sat down cross-legged unhurriedly, turned the "Six Consciousness Beads", and recited the contents of the medical record from the ruins of the steel factory.
After completing this "ceremony", he took out the little jade Buddha.
There is still no change.
"There is no fate...... Shang Jianyao's words are always ingenious and inexplicable.
After he finished sighing, he put away the little jade Buddha and the restoration of medical records, and the "old tune team" slowly evacuated the room and searched other places on the same floor.
In this way, they went up layer by layer and finally reached the top floor, which is the fourth floor, and there was nothing to gain on the way.
Of course, this is mainly because they look down on it, and they are replaced by an ordinary team of relic hunters who enter here, and everything they see is valuable, and they want to move away everything they see.
After a slight distinction, Bai Chen pointed diagonally ahead and said:
"That's Conference Room 3."
As soon as she finished speaking, Shang Jianyao took out a piece of paper and unfolded it.
There are nine patterns drawn on it, each corresponding to different years.
The heavens hold the blessing of the year.
Shang Jianyao pushed the picture out and held it there, while he lowered his head and fell silent.
After a few seconds, he finally made a sound:
"Please bless me."
When praying, it is best not to wear the "Six Consciousness Beads", otherwise, I am afraid that only the "mandala" in September will appreciate you, and you have not drawn a symbol representing Him...... Jiang Baimian couldn't help but scold.
When Shang Jianyao put away the Heavens' blessing map, Long Yuehong asked with a curious attitude:
"Why don't you use the prayer corresponding to each year, what 'dreams everywhere, why be serious', what 'vigilance is eternal', what 'new life is like the sun, life is the heaviest'?"
Shang Jianyao sighed and said very embarrassedly:
"Who is in front and who is behind?
"This is a very serious issue, and I am afraid that they will fight because of it."
"Isn't it okay to come by month?" Bai Chen gave advice.
Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up:
"Yes! Why didn't I think of it?
"Then I'll do it again!"
He wanted to take out the picture of the blessings of the heavens again.
"Stop, stop!" Jiang Baimian stopped his time-wasting behavior.
Then, she passed Bai Chen and Long Yuehong and took the lead in walking to Conference Room 3.
Shang Jianyao stretched his neck and looked, quite disappointed that she did not go through the wrong door.
Conference Room 3 is quite large, still arranged to hold academic lectures, with a huge projection screen and a podium on the side in front, and rows of seats and projectors below.
Unfortunately, there is no piece of paper left here, not even blackened blood, as if after the destruction of the old world, even the "heartless ones" have never come.
Jiang Baimian secretly exhaled, but still gave an order according to the process:
"Each of them searches an area."
When Shang Jianyao heard this, he walked directly to the front of the conference room, gently patted the projection screen, and asked in a soft voice:
"After so many years of hard work, what happened in the first place?
"Did that academic lecture invite a great person?"
It was like asking an old friend.
Unsurprisingly, the projection screen did not answer him.
If the projection screen can speak, the first sentence must also be "crazy"!
Jiang Baimian wanted to raise his hand to cover his face, but because he was holding a single combat bazooka in his left hand, his right arm was paralyzed and could not be implemented at all.
She could only pretend that nothing had happened, and checked the corners, behind the doors, and some of the seats in the afternoon sun shining through the window.
As a result, there was no doubt, and the "old tune group" found nothing.
They immediately searched the other rooms on this floor, but still did not get any valuable clues.
Jiang Baimian did not forget to let Shang Jianyao recite medical records and display the Jade Buddha, but this Buddhist holy place seems to be really different from the previous two.
"It feels too normal, too ordinary." At the entrance of the fourth floor of the stairs, Long Yuehong expressed his opinion.
As a Buddhist holy place, being too normal is the biggest abnormality.
In Changhe United Steel Plant and Tieshan Second Food Company, there are more or less "abnormalities" hidden!
Bai Chen pursed his mouth and said:
"But we have already searched, and we have tried all the methods that should be tried."
"No." Shang Jian Yao rubbed his chin, smiled and asked, "Don't you think there is something missing here?"
Bai Chen's expression was slightly dazed, and after thinking for a few seconds, there was still no answer.
Jiang Baimian coughed lightly and said:
"Along the way, we didn't see any warehouses of frozen reproductive materials.
"This is essential for a reproductive medical center that can treat infertility."
As employees of "Pangu Bio", they are always sensitive enough to similar things.
Long Yuehong suddenly realized:
"This ...... Is this underground?
"We haven't looked for it yet!"
"Hmm." Jiang Baimian nodded, "Let's go now."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly turned sideways and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window in the opposite room:
"There is a relatively strong bioelectric signal!"
But it does not belong to humans.
Long Yuehong was shocked and immediately felt a strong fear.
This was like substance, holding his heart tightly.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a huge black shadow slapping on the floor-to-ceiling window.
It was a bucket-thick python, with cold, round and large eyes, as if filled with blood.
(End of this chapter)