Chapter 892 goes deeper
Along the way, Jiang Baimian found that there was nothing in the open rooms, and it was empty.
If she hadn't occasionally encountered a few broken beds and chairs, she wouldn't have been sure that this was a place where people lived.
"It's so clean......" she sighed sincerely.
"Don't give relic hunters a chance." Shang Jianyao sighed.
Du Heng stretched out his palm and touched the handle of the door next to him, and said with a smile:
"That's not enough.
"This handle, this floor tile, this ceiling, and these lamps still have a certain value, not to mention that there may be steel bars in the walls......"
Dangdang, Shang Jianyao's applause interrupted Du Heng's words.
He praised:
"Teacher Du Heng, you have a lot of life experience."
Du Heng laughed:
"No matter how I say it, I am a relic hunter for many years."
Just a few years after becoming an "official hunter"...... Jiang Baimian silently added in his heart.
After coming to the elevator area, she checked:
"There is still electricity."
"There is still electricity!" Shang Jianyao was shocked, "Blessed are the relic hunters."
"Maybe the Eighth Research Institute didn't have time to dismantle the power station, and they should have moved a few days ago, and the power station was still operating automatically." Jiang Baimian guessed the reason.
Judging from the characteristics of the mountain topography and ice fields, it is not possible to build hydropower stations or thermal power plants here, nor is it suitable for solar power generation, and wind power is limited by the seasons, making it impossible to maintain the stable operation of the entire research institute.
Therefore, Jiang Baimian suspects that there is a miniaturized nuclear power plant somewhere on this mountain.
"This is a good thing, you don't have to climb stairs." Du Heng pressed the button without caring at all.
One of the elevators immediately opened the door.
Jiang Baimian frowned suddenly.
This was blocked by the mask of the military exoskeleton device, and no one noticed.
Jiang Baimian saw Du Heng and Shang Jianyao walking towards the elevator, and quickly said:
"There's something wrong."
"What's wrong?" Shang Jianyao asked.
Jiang Baimian pointed to the elevators and said:
"You see, at least one-third of the elevators stop on the fifth floor."
"What's wrong with this?" The honest Shang Jianyao confidently expressed his confusion.
Seeing that Du Heng also looked over, Jiang Baimian explained:
"Normally, the transfer must be to gather and leave on the entrance and exit floor.
"Those elevators should all stop at the bottom floor."
"Maybe the last people who came down didn't use the entire elevator." The honest Shang Jianyao retorted.
"The problem is that as many people go up as many people as there are." Jiang Baimian has already analyzed the corresponding situation.
The same group of people used seven or eight elevators to go up, and not just three or four to come down.
"It's normal to squeeze it." As Shang Jianyao spoke, his voice suddenly lowered and he told a ghost story, "There may be some people who go up and don't come down again......"
This is exactly what Jiang Baimian wanted to say:
"Then where did they go?"
"I don't know." Shang Jianyao shook his head, "Anyway, I didn't sense their human consciousness."
Speaking of this, he looked horrified:
"Is there a trap on it?"
"Go up and take a look, and you'll know." Du Heng was still carefree and didn't care much.
Speak lightly...... Jiang Baimian thought for a while, did not object, but reminded Shang Jianyao with the help of the communication system embedded in the military exoskeleton:
"Keep a little distance from Teacher Du Heng and drag him behind."
Shang Jianyao raised his right hand and made a good posture.
This time, neither he nor Jiang Baimian carried assault rifles anymore, anyway, military exoskeleton devices have corresponding weapon modules.
The three of them took the elevator and quickly came to the fifth floor.
There is little natural light here, and it relies entirely on street lights on the ceiling.
Fortunately, the power has not been cut off yet.
Otherwise, it will greatly reduce the search efficiency of Jiang Baimian and others.
According to Professor Qin's memory, the fifth layer is divided into three parts.
Coming out of the elevator, the first area is where the "Joint Council of Professors" usually meets and the various departments that provide services for it.
In that conference room, not to mention the information, not even a single piece of waste paper was left.
Maybe because the black conference table was too big to move, it was placed in the center of the room, but there was not a single chair in sight around it.
"Too thorough, too thorough......" Shang Jianyao shook his head and sighed.
The rooms belonging to different departments nearby are also in a similar state, only the bulkiest things remain, and you can occasionally see one or two copies of paper materials, but it is not a penalty decision by anyone, or the distribution plan of certain materials, which is an outdated document that will not affect anything if not taken away.
After passing through this area and passing through a dark metal gate that opened opposite, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Du Heng entered the place where the "New World" powerhouses such as "Vice Dean" and "Professor Li" lived.
Not only does it have their sleeping room, but it also retains the original dean's office.
For some reason, as soon as he stepped into this area, Jiang Baimian felt a heavy feeling in his heart.
This is very close to the dullness and depression before the rainstorm.
"Do you think something is wrong?" She asked with the help of the communication system of the military exoskeleton device.
Shang Jianyao replied:
"There's nothing wrong with that."
"Don't feel like you're in a dark mood and feel stuffy in your chest?" Jiang Baimian asked.
"No." Shang Jianyao usually doesn't joke at times like this.
Jiang Baimian turned his head sideways, made a sound, and asked Du Heng.
Du Heng also shook his head:
"It's normal."
"That may be my own problem......" Jiang Baimian was almost speechless.
She analyzed it and found the most likely cause:
She is the weakest of the three.
In the realm of the Awakened One.
Although she had passed the psychological shadow that had delayed her for a long time, she had no way of knowing how far she was from the "Spiritual Corridor", and Shang Jianyao and Du Heng, one was an awakened person who had explored the depths of the "Spiritual Corridor", and the other had a mysterious origin, and his strength was only stronger than Shang Jianyao.
In the rooms of those "New World" powerhouses, not only were all the instruments that maintained their physical activity gone, but even the beds they lay on that could be pushed were not left.
"Locusts are crossing the border, locusts are crossing the border!" Shang Jianyao was heartbroken, "If it weren't for the inconvenient removal of the flush toilet, they would probably have to take it away together."
"Understandable." Du Heng smiled and said with relief, "Although the Eighth Research Institute controls some military bases and corresponding farmland and factories, it is not lacking in anything, and this is also to prevent us from finding useful information through clues."
Shang Jianyao glanced at the toilet in the bathroom and said indignantly:
"If you really push us, pull out the dung!
"This can analyze the physical condition of the strong people corresponding to the 'New World', I don't believe they even took the feces with them!"
Have you read too much Old World entertainment materials...... Jiang Baimian exhaled and said:
"In the septic tank, there are so many people mixed together, do you know who belongs to whom?"
Moreover, the strong people of the "New World" usually rely on infusions to maintain their vital signs.
Shang Jianyao was stunned for a moment:
"It's because I didn't think it through enough."
Leaving the rooms of those "New World" powerhouses, they continued to penetrate deeper into this area.
Under the corridor, gusts of wind blew from somewhere, bringing a chill that pierced the bone marrow.
——It is not yet the summer when the ice field is not fully reached, and the mountainside is particularly cold.
Shang Jianyao looked up at the ceiling and said:
"Why don't these lights work?
"If they dangle around, flickering and darkening, they will feel even more."
His tone was full of regret.
"It's meaningless, Xiaohong is not here." Jiang Baimian responded casually.
"Yes......" Shang Jianyao sighed.
It didn't take long for them to arrive at the office that Professor Qin remembered and originally belonged to Dean Zheng.
This room was tightly closed and locked tightly, as if there was some flood beast inside.
"Do you want to go in?" Jiang Baimian asked deliberately.
Du Heng hadn't answered yet, but Shang Jianyao had already said:
"Professor Qin has never sensed that there is human consciousness in this."
"Take a look, maybe you can find something." Du Heng said in a tone that had come and gone, "If there is really something, the Eighth Research Institute should have moved it long ago."
Jiang Baimian did not express any objection.
I don't know where the key to that door was lost, but it was difficult for Shang Jianyao.
He lifted his right foot, which covered the metal bone, and kicked it forward vigorously.
With a bang, the door collapsed directly.
There was no light in the room, and Jiang Baimian saw flying sawdust and dust visible to the naked eye with the help of street lights.
Snap, Shang Jianyao turned on the light inside.
Under the light, the panoramic view of the room was reflected in the eyes of the three of them.
It's not big, a desk is placed on the innermost side, with several documents scattered on it, no computer, and no books.
There is a row of bookshelves near the door, and the other side of it is the sofa area.
With the help of a military exoskeleton device, Jiang Baimian could see the details of the books on the bookshelf clearly at the door.
There are not many of them left, not even a fifth of the bookshelves are occupied, most of them belong to the philosophical category, some tell the ancient classics of the Gray Earth people, and some come from the tome of the Honghe people.
There is also a part of management.
In short, there is little value in flipping through it.
Jiang Baimian turned his head to Du Heng and Shang Jianyao and said:
"Let's search separately to see what clues there are."
"Okay." Du Heng did not object.
He went straight to the bookshelf and seemed interested in those books.
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao approached the desk while searching.
On the way, Shang Jianyao sighed:
"No one has cleaned this place for a long time."
"For the Eighth Research Institute, Dean Zheng is a taboo topic, and it is normal for employees not to be allowed to enter the office he has used." Jiang Baimian said "hmm".
Soon, they arrived at the desk, each picked up a piece of information scattered on it, and looked through it.
Some of these are the building repair plans of the Eighth Research Institute, some are budget plans for a certain year, and some are requests for vacation.
Some of them are written in gray script, and some are all in Red River language, which looks very chaotic.
The only two things they have in common are that they are all old and do not contain valuable information.
"Here's another one." After Shang Jianyao opened three drawers in a row, he took out an equally old document.
Jiang Baimian leaned over and found that this was an application for the transformation of the second research area, using gray language.
Shasha, Shang Jianyao quickly turned to the last page of the document.
Someone here wrote two big characters in the handwriting of the dragon flying phoenix dance:
"Agree".
There was also a signature under these two big characters, and Jiang Baimian looked at it intently and recognized it.
It reads:
"Du Heng"
Du Heng! When Jiang Baimian's pupils dilated, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps behind him.
In the cold wind that pierced the bone marrow, Du Heng's voice floated over:
"What are you looking at?"
(End of this chapter)