Vol 2 Chapter 168: "room"

Aino was startled:
　　
　　 "Ha, how is it possible?
　　
　　 "These are the ‘higher unintentional ones’ that Tarnan has encountered for so many years."
　　
　　 Without waiting for Jiang Baimian and Shang Jian Yao to ask, she curiously asked:
　　
　　 "What happened in the middle?"
　　
　　 Boss, your appearance is in your thirties, and you are about forty. In fact, let alone why you behave so gossip? Jiang Baimian has mastered many old-age vocabulary from Jiang Xiaoyue's related materials.
　　
　　 However, she can also understand that the nature of gossip has nothing to do with age. The more idle people are, the more they love gossip.
　　
　　 "In fact, it is a series of things caused by a ‘Miracle’s cultivator’ and a ‘protector of dreams’ who got ‘innocent disease’..." Jiang Baimian said everything he could say, only concealing a few important points.
　　
　　 Anyway, the lady boss is really willing to take the time, Jiang Xiaoyue will definitely be able to inquire about it.
　　
　　 "That's it..." Aino nodded in the gorgeous dress, "It sounds like a ghost story, especially the last jump."
　　
　　 "Yes." Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong both agreed.
　　
　　 If the "high-level unintentional person" chooses another suicide method, they may not feel that way yet, but he, like Jiang Xiaoyue, jumped down from the stairs, and it will inevitably make people think of it.
　　
"Anyway, you have to take half the credit for solving this matter. I will tell Old Man Gu to see how I can get you some substantial rewards." Ainuo sat down again, and looked at the computer screen with a smile. Said.
　　
　　Long Yuehong has always been a little curious about the relationship between the lady boss and President Gu, so she couldn't help but ask:
　　
　　 "Ms. Ainuo, are you familiar with President Gu?"
　　
"I’m familiar, how can I be unfamiliar? Everyone in the village has been so many years old, if I’m not familiar, do you believe it?" Ainuo laughed, "The old man, the ghost, he doesn’t suffer from anything he does, just a little bit Cowardly, I would rather miss it than risk it."
　　
　　 chatted for a few more words, the "old tune group" took the elevator and returned to the second floor.
　　
　　 Ainotto Gill watched their backs hidden by the elevator door, and slowly retracted his gaze.
　　
　　 She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.
　　
　　…………
　　
　　 In a pink room full of teddy bears, lace skirts and various electronic products.
　　
　　 Aino sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the scarlet door with a suspicious face.
　　
　　 Behind her, which is the head of the bed, hung a huge decorative painting. The painting was a gloomy ocean with shimmering light and several looming islands.
　　
　　 Aino jumped off the bed and walked to the door step by step, holding the brass-colored handle.
　　
　　 She twisted and pulled gently, and the scarlet door opened backwards.
　　
　　 Outside the door is a corridor covered with dark yellow thick carpets, and there are rooms after rooms on either side of the corridor.
　　
　　 No matter which end of the corridor you look at, there is no end in sight.
　　
　　 The countless rooms all have vermilion wooden doors and old brass locks. They are all the same except for the golden door numbers.
　　
　　 Ainuo stepped into the corridor and glanced at each side, his eyes swept from the irregular "house number".
　　
　　 Her body trembled at some point.
　　
　　 At this time, this section of the corridor was extremely quiet, and nothing happened.
　　
　　 A few seconds later, Aino suddenly turned around, walked back to the room, and closed the wooden door.
　　
　　 On the vermillion door of her room, the golden number identifies its identity:
　　
　　 "506"
　　
　　…………
　　
　　 In room 221, Long Yuehong saw Jiang Baimian moving out of the radio transceiver.
　　
　　 "Team leader, don't you wait to report to the company after you finish the phone call with'Yuannao'?" He did not hide his doubts.
　　
Before, Gnawa had made it clear that after the end of the hand who had dealt with the "high-level unintentional" and brought back the intelligent robots and auxiliary robots that had fallen into the cliff, the "old tune group" and the "source brain" could be arranged. "Called.
　　
　　 This is just two or three days.
　　
　　 Jiang Baimian wrote the telegram and replied with a smile:
　　
　　 "Although I think the'Miracle Cult' is not like an organization that can do things like killing people, we can't be guarded at all."
　　
　　 "Well, you can't believe it blindly." Shang Jianyao recovered his status as an "honorary member" of the Vigilant Sect.
　　
　　 "This..." Long Yuehong suddenly became a little nervous.
　　
　　 Jiang Baimian smiled while writing quickly:
　　
　　"This kind of thing is mainly because we are not afraid of 10,000 yuan, just in case, so we still have to report on our experience during this time.
　　
　　 "After that, if we suddenly lose the news, the company at least knows which way to look, right?"
　　
　　 After speaking casually, she suddenly stunned, and subconsciously glanced at Shang Jian Yao, and found that his expression was normal and there was no change.
　　
　　 "Cough..." Jiang Baimian cleared his throat, "I wrote this, do you think there is a problem?"
　　
　　 She quickly read the manuscript of the telegram she had planned.
　　
　　Bai Chen finished listening quietly, frowning and saying:
　　
　　 "Will you say too little?"
　　
　　 Jiang Baimian’s telegram only mentions the origins, encounters, and endings of the "high-level unintentional man" and the illusion in which Jiang Xiaoyue committed suicide by jumping from a building. It did not mention the "old tune group"'s speculation, judgment, verification, and role.
　　
　　 Of course, this includes the numbers "five", "zero" and "three", but there is no corresponding interpretation attached.
　　
　　 At the end of the telegram, Jiang Baimian also mentioned that he would be able to talk to Yuannao in two or three days.
　　
　　 "How much content can a telegram contain? When I return to the company and write the mission report, I will add it according to the situation." Jiang Baimian is already a veteran in this regard.
　　-The batch of computers they obtained from rescuers did not mention a word when they telegraphed to the company last time that they had arrived in Tarnán.
　　
　　 "It can be serialized." Shang Jianyao provided suggestions.
　　
　　 "They don't want to." Jiang Baimian answered briskly.
　　
　　 "They" refer to the employees of the Confidential Communications Division of the "Ministry of Security".
　　
　　 Soon, Jiang Baimian translated the original telegram and sent it out.
　　
　　 When the "Old Tune Group" had had breakfast and lunch and was about to make up for sleep, "Pangu Biology" replied a telegram:
　　
　　 "...well done...after talking to'Yuannao', you can go back to the company and rest."
　　
　　 Listening to Jiang Baimian's last half sentence, Long Yuehong felt a little bit of joy and weeping.
　　
　　 They have been on the surface for several months, from late autumn to late winter.
　　
　　 Counting the time required for the return journey, they will inevitably miss the "Pangu Creatures" every year's most lively, grand and joyful festival-the New Year.
　　
　　 This makes Long Yuehong more homesick than usual.
　　
　　 Just when Long Yuehong wanted to say "finally", Shang Jianyao expressed his opinion:
　　
　　 "This is a bit unlucky."
　　
　　 also... Jiang Baimian suddenly felt that there would be no more accidents in the middle.
　　
　　 Bai Chen glanced at Long Yuehong without a trace, quickly retracted his gaze, and lightly patted his face.
　　
　　 "What's wrong?" Jiang Baimian asked curiously.
　　
　　 "The habits of our wild wanderers." Bai Chen explained briefly, "After saying or listening to unlucky words, you can treat it as if it hasn't happened before by slapping your mouth."
　　
　　 "Really?" Long Yuehong tried to imitate Bai Chen's movements.
　　
　　 Jiang Baimian asks again:
　　
　　 "Why haven't you done this before?"
　　
　　 It's not the first time that unlucky words have appeared in the "Old Tune Group".
　　
　　Bai Chen was silent for two seconds:
　　
　　 "I didn't believe in such things as auspicious and unlucky before."
　　
　　 "..." Long Yuehong didn't know what to say.
　　
　　…………
　　
　　 slept until the evening, and the "old tune group" got up and went out, looking for food.
　　
　　 Through the secluded alley, they arrived at Binhe Avenue.
　　
　　 The street lights here are not very spaced, all of them are on, illuminating the street like daylight.
　　
　　 Under the light, the stalls were laid out one by one, and most of them were items retrieved from the ruins of old world cities.
　　
　　 Sermons, choruses, dances, and performers with balance ability, all gathered in one place, making "Binhe Avenue" very lively.
　　
　　 This is just like what Shang Jian Yao saw when they first arrived in Tarnan the night before.
　　
　　 Recalling the emptiness and silence of the previous two days, Long Yuehong suddenly sighed:
　　
　　 "I kind of understand the meaning of our previous work..."
　　
　　 "Not bad." Jiang Baimian smiled and nodded.
　　
　　 Bai Chen's eyes flickered a little, and he didn't know what he thought of.
　　
　　 Shang Jian Yao turned his head, looked at Long Yuehong, and said with a smile:
　　
　　 "So, do you want to save all mankind together?"
　　
　　 Long Yuehong didn't ignore it like the past few times, but hesitated a little.
　　
　　 He opened his mouth, but was stunned to see Shang Jian Yao walking to the other side, got into the group of "Glory Scales", and watched the "performance" excitedly.
　　
　　 The congregants of "Glory Scales" are walking up and down on stilts, showing their balance.
　　
　　 In addition to this, they also have stacked Arhats, stand bicycles on one wheel, and in short, expound the doctrine in various ways.
　　
　　 "How is this like an acrobatic troupe..." Jiang Baimian whispered.
　　
　　 Shang Jian Yao didn't look at it for too long, because his stomach didn't allow it.
　　
　　The "Old Tune Group" came out to hunt for food.
　　
　　 They walked all the way to the "Wild Pigeon" bar and pushed in.
　　
　　Because many of the customers who often come are still in the hospital, the bar seems very deserted, only a few people gather to play cards.
　　
　　Owner Cai Yi saw Qian Bai's team coming in, stood up, and greeted the door. The enthusiasm of the attitude and the humble tone made Long Yuehong a little uncomfortable.
　　
　　 "Boss ~EbookFREE.me~ don't do this." Jiang Baimian also felt similarly.
　　
　　 Cai Yi rubbed his palms and said:
　　
　　 "Oh! Ooh!
　　
　　 "If it weren't for you, don't say that this bar can't be opened, I have to say whether I am or not.
　　
　　 "What can I have today? I invite you!"
　　
　　 "It's not just cans, biscuits, or energy bars." Shang Jianyao asked.
　　
　　 Cai Yi laughed and said:
　　
　　 "No problem, I will take down the frozen meat at home and show you my craft.
　　
　　 "That's right, President Gu said, everyone gathered some supplies these past two days, exchanged a bite of pigs, turned around and set up a few tables at Nankeguan, and got some pig dishes, thank you."
　　
　　Long Yuehong, their saliva suddenly became abundant.
　　
　　 "Okay." Jiang Baimian did not refuse, but said with some embarrassment, "Will Fang Nan Keguan be too good?"
　　
　　 Such a sacred and solemn religious place, is it not good to set up banquets and kill pig dishes?
　　
　　 Cai Yi smiled:
　　
　　 "Zhou Guanzhu agreed, she said the sooner the better."
　　
　　 At this moment, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao and others flashed the same sentence in their minds:
　　
　　 "There are dreams everywhere, why take it seriously?"