Chapter 87: had it before

　　 After listening to Shang Jianyao's description, Jiang Baimian nodded and said nothing.
　　Bai Chen and Long Yuehong also suddenly felt a little heavy, and they didn't know how to respond.
　　 "Which floor to go? Those two elevators should work." After a few seconds, Jiang Baimian glanced at the blue LCD screen and said.
　　 At this time, the numbers representing the other two elevators are displayed normally.
　　 "Sixth floor, right? The room before, we searched carefully, it should be the safest place." Bai Chen put forward his own opinion.
　　 "Okay." Jiang Baimian nodded lightly, smiled and said, "Moreover, even if Qiao Chu returned, I would never think that we would still dare to stay there. It happened to be caught off guard."
While 　　 was talking, she took a few steps forward and pressed the button with her hand holding "Ice Moss".
　　 Soon, the silver-black door of an elevator opened, and a slightly corrupt atmosphere escaped.
　　 Jiang Baimian checked carefully and walked inside first:
"no problem."
　　 When Shang Jianyao and others entered, the elevator door slowly closed and moved up steadily.
　　 When they left, they didn't close the door of Room 605, just let it be hidden.
　　 Nowadays, there is a whitish light from inside, shining the metal door cracks quite shiny.
　　 Seeing Yaogang opened the door when Shang saw that Jiang Baimian suddenly stretched out a hand to block him in front.
　　 "There are people inside." Jiang Baimian said in a deep voice.
　　 "How many?" Shang Jian Yao was like asking how many customers there were.
　　Long Yuehong raised the muzzle under stress, and was ready to shoot.
　　 Jiang Baimian took a slow breath and glanced at Shang Jian Yao:
"One."
"Qiao Chu is definitely not as fast as us... The powerful should all rush to the'Urban Wisdom Network Control Center'... Those who are not strong will not act alone..." Bai Chen quickly analyzed, "Or a companion All dead, looking for a place to hide alone, but this is a coincidence. The ruins of this city are so big and there are so many houses. How can we just choose the one we’ve stayed in before? Either the original owner of this house, a "The unintentional", after the light came on, followed instinct and returned."
"Yes, my reason tells me that the probability of the former is slightly equal to zero, but didn't we happen to encounter so many things along the way, and finally came here? Man, you can't be hard-talking, I'd rather be more on guard." Jiang Baimian I wanted to say "this may be that our fate is not very good these days", but I was afraid that Long Yuehong would be stimulated, so he changed his statement forcibly.
　　 Just as she was about to give an order to change the hiding room, Shang Jian Yao suddenly spoke:
　　 "I want to go in and take a look."
　　 "Hmm..." Jiang Baimian groaned, "Look, I'm also very curious about what the original owner of this room was like. Be careful."
　　 Shang Jian Yao nodded, holding an assault rifle, and cautiously entered Room 605.
　　 Compared with when they left, there is almost no change here, except that the white tiles and the brown floor reflect the light, bringing out an indescribable warmth.
　　 After entering a certain range, without Jiang Baimian reminding him, Shang Jianyao can already sense where the person is.
　　 "He" is deep in the corridor, in the small bedroom on the right.
　　 Shang Jian Yao stepped closer, and soon saw that the bedroom door was open, and an orange light was streaming out.
　　 And on the not wide bed inside, there are many golden stars on the blue sheet surface, lying alone.
　　 She should be a female, with a slightly rickety body, her face is dry and wrinkled, like dried orange peel, and her hair is long and messy, all white.
　　 glanced at the woman, Shang Jianyao instantly understood where the white hair he found on the pillow in this bedroom came from.
　　 At the same time, he also recognized the other person, this is a "unintentional person" he had seen during the night.
　　 The "unintentional" has pulled up the messy and curled quilt set with the sheets, covering half of his body.
　　 At this time, she stretched out her hands, took this thing, and looked at it intently.
　　 Her sleeves are pink, a little whitish, and they don't seem to fit.
　　 Perceiving Shang Jian Yao's approach, the "unintentional" looked up at him, then lowered his head and looked at the booklet in his hand.
　　Shang Jian Yao stared at him for a while, holding the assault rifle, and walked over there gently.
　　 Jiang Baimian behind him wanted to remind him, but saw Shang Jian Yao squat down, squatting on the bed, and the "unintentional", looking at the things in her hands.
　　 After thinking for a second, Jiang Baimian followed, leaned over Shang Jianyao's head, and looked at the booklet.
　　 With her experience and insight, she recognized that this should be a photo album at a glance.
　　 Every page of this album is made of transparent plastic, and there are many colorful photos in it.
　　 The first thing Jiang Baimian saw was a little girl.
　　 She was dressed in furry and very cute. She was being held by a young woman with a dignified and graceful smile, crying very sadly.
　　 At this time, the "unintentional" turned the album and came to the next page.
　　 And this also made Jiang Baimian see the back of the photo just now.
　　 The white is slightly yellow there, and someone wrote a sentence with a black pen:
　　 "When I was one year old."
　　 Jiang Baimian seemed to understand something, and as the "unintentional" flipped over, he looked at other photos.
　　 In those photos, the little girl grows up, or rides on a man's shoulder, or is held by the men and women that appear repeatedly in the photos, or wears a green monster costume with a tail, or a pink dress that makes the skin white and tender.
　　 Behind these photos, they all have the same black handwriting.
　　 They wrote:
　　 "When I was two years old."
　　 "When I was three years old."
　　 "When I was four years old."
　　 When the album turned over, the handwriting stayed at "When she was seven years old".
　　 Jiang Baimian silently read these photos, raised his head, and once again looked at the "unintentional" lying on the bed.
　　 Her body was slightly crooked, her face was dry and wrinkled, like dried orange peel, and her hair was long and messy, all white.
　　 Jiang Baimian closed his eyes and leaned to Shang Jian Yao's ear and said:
　　 "Let's not disturb her."
　　 Shang Jian Yao nodded, slowly stood up, and returned to the living room area.
　　 Jiang Baimian wiped his eyes and pointed outside:
　　 "Let's change the place."
　　Bai Chen and Long Yuehong have no objection to this.
　　 It didn't take long for them to find a temporary hiding place on the eighth floor.
　　 The layout here is exactly the same as Room 605.
"Jeep and armored vehicles can only be seen from the dining room window, Bai Chen, you go there to monitor." After checking room 805, Jiang Baimian looked around and began to issue the task, "Long Yuehong, you are here at the French window and observe the outside The movement of the street. Shang Jianyao and I will rest for a while, and we will rotate you in an hour."
　　 "Yes, team leader!" Bai Chen and Long Yuehong each took their weapons and came to the best position.
　　 Shang saw Yao but did not rest. He found a place with a jack and took out the palm speakers and various small instruments, tools, components, and wiring from his tactical backpack.
　　 "Don't worry about repairing it, right?" Jiang Baimian saw his intention.
　　 Shang Jian Yao tried the tools one by one with the glow of the fluorescent lamp, and answered:
　　 "This is very important."
　　 "Why?" Jiang Baimian was a little surprised.
"Don't you think that at critical moments, having musical accompaniment can make you play better?" Shang Jianyao said without raising his head. "This speaker seems to have its own memory chip, and it must have old world music inside. ."
　　 "...I don't think." Jiang Baimian gave up persuading.
　　 Anyway, she doesn't think she can really rest here, because the existence of "higher unintentional people" and distorted creatures makes her feel uneasy about Long Yuehong, a novice.
　　 She said she was going to rest, but in fact she just closed her eyes and rested her mind, she still felt distracted and felt around.
　　 In that case, Shang Jian Yao wanted to do what he wanted.
　　 With the physique of a genetically modified person, I stayed up for one or two nights, and I was still full of energy.
　　 When Shang Jian Yao focused on repairing the speakers, Long Yuehong watched the outside while looking into the distance.
　　 Although there is only the eighth floor here, he can still see the lights of the entire city spreading like stars.
　　Although he hasn't seen the night with dazzling stars, at least he has seen photos and can make corresponding associations.
　　 After watching this for a long time, he finally sighed:
　　 "It's so beautiful..."
　　 In addition to beauty, he feels that such a scene also contains a certain unique flavor, but he can't describe it.
　　 After another while, Long Yuehong said sincerely:
　　 "Unfortunately, this place is too short. If you can see it from a high place, it will definitely be more beautiful."
　　 Hearing these words, Jiang Baimian stood up and walked to the French window.
　　 She stared for a long time, then smiled and said:
　　"Would you like to go to the roof to try?
　　 "While it is still quiet,'everyone' is very polite."
　　 "Okay." Long Yuehong responded immediately.
　　 "Are you going?" Jiang Baimian turned his head and asked Shang Jian Yao and Bai Chen.
　　 "Yes." Bai Chen knew it was a stage where he could relax a little.
"I'm almost done." Shang Jianyao stood up and stuffed all the messy things back into the tactical backpack, holding only the small speaker with a blue background and a black surface. "I wonder if the long-lasting battery can use."
　　 "Let's go, let's go, come back and try again." Jiang Baimian urged.
　　 They quickly took the elevator to the top floor, then climbed the stairs, opened the gate, and entered the rooftop.
　　 Before they got close to the edge of the bust wall, they saw the scene around the building:
　　 One after another, the lights are densely distributed in all directions, emitting yellowish or whitish light.
　　 Some of them are located on the side of the road, some are from different buildings, and some are erected on high ground. They are like a lighthouse in the endless ocean, each illuminating an area, but also like the bright stars flowing slowly in the night sky.
　　 And near these lights, there are either people flashing, or vehicles passing by, making them move more and more.
　　 "It's magnificent..." Long Yuehong sighed with sincere emotion again.
　　 Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao and others did not speak, standing on the edge of the roof, staring at the picture in a daze.
　　 They went so far as to learn what they had learned, and couldn't find a suitable word to describe it.
　　 After an unknown period of time, Shang Jian Yao suddenly took two steps back and squatted down.
　　 "At this time, you have to have a song..." He put down the speaker, continued to play drums, and started debugging.
　　 At this moment, in the direction of the "Urban Wisdom Network Control Center", there was another desolation roar that shook the sky.
　　 The roar was still reverberating, and Jiang Baimian saw a bright fire burst out of the corresponding position.
　　 "Boom!"
　　 The deafening explosion sounded, drowning all the movement.
　　The gray airflow gathered quickly and rose upward, like a giant mushroom.
　　 This makes the building where Jiang Baimian and the others are located can't help trembling.
　　 Shang Jian Yao stood up subconsciously, walked to the side of his companion, and looked at the place.
　　 When the billowing firelight and air current expanded, the lights in that area flickered several times and then went out one after another.
　　 This includes the building where the "Urban Intelligent Network Control Center" is located.
　　 Immediately after ~EbookFREE.me~ in the entire city, whether it was the street lights on the street or the lit building glass, area after area was extinguished.
　　 After just a few seconds, the city became extremely dark. Only the faint moonlight and starlight made the rows of buildings looming, like monsters hidden in the depths of a nightmare.
　　 And those figures moving behind the windows, those "unintentional" busy outside, and those vehicles driving on the road are also engulfed by the dense night and can no longer be seen.
　　 The ruins of the entire city are once again dead.
　　 Shang Jian Yao and the others watched blankly for ten seconds, and their mood became heavy inexplicably.
　　 They don't know how to express such emotions, so they can only continue to stare.
　　 After a while, they lowered their heads subconsciously and looked downstairs.
　　 In the faint light, a "unintentional person" crawled out from one window.
　　 She has all white hair and is draped in a mess.
　　 She climbed and jumped down slightly with difficulty, and soon disappeared in the shadow of the building, like an old ape.
　　Long Yuehong seemed to have been shocked, and she took two steps back as if she didn't dare to look again.
　　 Snap, he kicked the speaker Shang Jian Yao had placed on the floor.
　　 The speaker suddenly made a zizzi sound.
　　 The four members of the "Old Tune Group" instinctively turned their heads and looked over.
　　 Almost at the same time, a sad and melodious female voice came from the speaker:
　　"Recall the past...
　　 "The painful lovesickness cannot be forgotten..."
　　 On the empty rooftop, in the boundless darkness, and in the dead city, this song is like weeping in the quietly standing Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen.
　　 Note 1: Quoted from Wan Fang, "New Love"
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