"Da Siming" and "Shao Siming" are both legendary gods somewhere in the old world, and they are in charge of human life and death.
And that place is called "Chu".
For Jiang Baimian, this is not an important thing, it just adds a little new content to her folk culture library.
What she was more concerned about was seeing the word "Siming" here and now at this moment.
Jiang Baimian once again set his sights on the administrative director named "Zhao Danlin" and the corpse that had turned into bones.
She hesitated to search the body's pockets.
After a brief hesitation, she made up her mind and went around the desk to the corpse.
What she thought was that she had come here anyway, and went deep into this whirlpool-shaped building, what else would she dare not do?
Since both horizontal and vertical are extremely dangerous, it means that you can choose no matter how you choose.
Jiang Baimian rummaged through the pocket of the corpse, but only found a neatly folded plain scarf.
She checked the desk drawer and the filing cabinet next to it, but found no valuable clues, only wrote down a bunch of people's names.
These are not the researchers, they are either executives, or financially related, or they are affiliated with the safety director Brian Klein. Stanley.
Jiang Baimian did not confirm repeatedly because she knew that time was very tight.
She turned and walked out of the office and headed for the administrative distinction.
After going around for a while, her gaze suddenly froze.
The office with the exact same layout as just now appeared in front of her eyes again!
The sign in the room also reads "Supervisor's Office".
Jiang Baimian slowly walked to the door of the room and looked at the skeleton sitting behind the desk.
The skeleton is wearing a white women's shirt, a corresponding black professional uniform, and a metal nameplate with the words "Executive: Zhao Danlin" written on the right chest.
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian's scalp went numb.
Everything before is repeated.
The next second, Jiang Baimian considered another possibility.
After careful recall, she probably understood what was wrong:
She was lost......
She walked back to the supervisor's office in the administrative district!
Phew, it's not a ghost hitting the wall, nor is it a space reset or a time loop...... Jiang Baimian was obviously relieved.
In this place where the electromagnetic environment is abnormally disturbed, the time display of her electronic watch and military exoskeleton device is not accurate enough to make judgments based on this.
After calming down, Jiang Baimian once again sacrificed a magic weapon that passed slowly, thinking and passing, and walked towards the area connected by the administrative district.
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"Winster. Garland ......" Shang Jianyao stood at the door of the room with the dark red door, repeating the other party's name.
Winster. Garland didn't care about his behavior, still sitting on the sofa, eating the bear cookies piece by piece.
"I've never heard of this name......" Shang Jianyao thought for a while and shook his head.
He looked at Winster again. Garland, puzzled, asked:
"This is the spiritual world of 'Zhuang Sheng', are you one of his personalities, or a character in a certain memory?"
Winster. Garland maintained a slightly honest smile:
"It's the latter."
"But as a character in a certain memory, how can you interact with me, with questions and answers?" Shang Jianyao was quite puzzled by this, "Could it be that 'Zhuang Sheng' also implanted a different mindset and a complete set of thinking for everyone in the memory?"
Winster. Garland smiled:
"The characters in my memories may not be the same as you understand."
"Then you have to make it clear, let me understand it myself?" The honest Shang Jianyao expressed his dissatisfaction.
Suddenly, a picture flashed through his mind, and he raised his hand to rub his chin.
Shang Jianyao looked at Winster. Garland, thoughtfully, said:
"I seem to remember why I think you look familiar.
"I was in Konimis, in that place called Brooklyn. At the home of Garland's son, I saw a group photo, and the middle-aged man in it looked very similar to you.
"Hehe, you and the son of the year have the same surname, Garland......"
Speaking of this, Shang Jianyao suddenly paused.
His pupils dilated suddenly, reflecting Winster. Garland's figure.
The next second, he blurted out:
"Are you the 'Twisted Shadow'?
"Are you the 'Twisted Shadow' of April?
"Why are you here?"
Winster. Garland sighed, put down the bag of bear cookies in his hand, and slowly stood up:
"If you continue to walk, no matter what choice you make, it is not what I want to see.
"'Siming' has used you to contact me, but I still hope to maintain the status quo.
"So, I came here."
Shang Jianyao didn't listen carefully to Winster at all. Garland was saying something, and when the other party spat out the first word, he had already forcibly twisted his body, took a step, and ran away.
This is called running away on the spot!
But every word Wen Ster said shook the space, bringing high-frequency tremors.
The light around Shang Jianyao dimmed instantly, as if it was covered by a huge shadow.
The airflow is presented in a way that is visible to the naked eye, condensing into an invisible cage.
Not only that, but the space around him was still bending, as if to wrap him around and reduce him to an egg.
Shang Jianyao used his abilities unreservedly, wanting to influence Winster. Garland, whether it was the "thought implantation" in his shouting or the "hypocritical person" in silence, was limited by the curved space around his body and could not fall on Winster. On Garland.
and the bending of the space and the condensation of the airflow to a certain extent, Shang Jianyao's induction range was compressed to the body surface.
He lost Winster in his consciousness. The presence of Garland.
Crush! Ziziz!
Shang Jianyao alternately uses the two basic abilities of "Interference Matter" and "Interference Electromagnetism", sometimes smashing the condensed air flow and curved space with a giant hammer, and sometimes creating an electromagnetic storm.
——As an awakener in the realm of "Zhuang Sheng", after entering the "New World", his ability to "interfere with electromagnetism" is getting closer and closer to "manipulating electromagnetism".
But whether it was silver and white converging into clouds, releasing thick lightning one after another to the surroundings, or the powerful swing of the air hammer, it was like a centipede shaking a tree, unable to shake the approach of the airflow, and it was difficult to stop the bending of space.
In a hurry, Shang Jianyao tried to directly interfere with the airflow and space, but with Winster. Compared to the "giant waves" created by Garland, the impact he exerted was like a wave spraying out of a water gun.
It took only two or three seconds for the condensed airflow to crush all of Shang Jianyao's resistance and wrap around his body.
Shang Jianyao had no choice but to play his trump cards and shout.
"Xiao Chong, save me!"
At this time, the curved space was about to turn into his coffin.
The Eighth Research Institute, at the end of the corridor, behind the iron-black gate.
In the tactical backpack next to Shang Jianyao's body, the "Angel of Life" necklace did not change at all, but the string of "Six Consciousness Beads" lit up with a turquoise hazy shimmer.
This glimmer of light spread and enveloped Shang Jianyao's body.
The spiritual world of "Zhuang Sheng".
Shang Jianyao, whose consciousness had collapsed, suddenly came to his senses.
Then, he saw the turquoise light and the calming airflow, space, and heard Winster. Garland's cold voice:
"'Bodhi', you are also involved with 'Siming' and the others?"
The vicious Shang Jianyao didn't care to listen to the conversation, and while the others had not yet recovered, he rushed to the end of this aisle.
He had to hurry up and pull away from Winster. Garland's distance.
This suspected April's "distorted shadow"!
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Because the end of the administrative district is not too far, Jiang Baimian did not get lost this time and successfully arrived at his destination.
There are several conference rooms on both sides of the front aisle.
Jiang Baimian opened them one by one and found that there were only tables, chairs, whiteboards, projectors and other items inside, and there was no body.
"There was no meeting scheduled at that time?" Jiang Baimian swept it and said to himself silently, "Where are the researchers concentrated, their own laboratory, or the place downstairs guarded by security personnel?"
The place where she tried to enter, there would be signs of "heartless disease".
Jiang Baimian looked at the conference room next to him again, remembering the white walls, brown doors, light white long tables, a dozen matching chairs, hanging curtains, and the row of windows opposite.
She moved on.
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Kicking and kicking, Shang saw Yao running wildly in the "maze" until he was a little tired, and then stopped, holding a vermilion door in his hand, panting and recovering.
With a squeak, the door he was holding on did not close properly, and suddenly opened backwards, almost stumbling into the room.
After stabilizing his figure, Shang Jianyao saw a bay window, and it was dark outside the window.
At this time, there was a young woman sitting cross-legged on the windowsill, she had long black hair, wore a white dress, a beautiful face, and a cold expression.
Shang Jianyao once again wondered and said:
"Have we met, why do I think you are a bit familiar?
"Why do I feel familiar with anyone I meet, and I really think the world is all brothers and sisters?"
The beautiful woman raised her chin slightly and said:
"I'm Jiang Xiaoyue."
(End of this chapter)