Chapter 65: Search the room

　　 After hearing what Qiao Chu said, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao spoke at the same time:
"I……"
　　 Seeing that the other party had something to say, they closed their mouths together again, and the scene fell into a weird silence.
　　 After a few seconds, Jiang Baimian smiled and said:
"You speak first."
　　 Shang Jian Yao nodded seriously:
　　 "I want to go to the toilet first."
　　 "...No other ideas?" Jiang Baimian was almost at a loss.
　　 Seeing Yao didn't think about it, Shang directly replied:
　　 "By the way, take a tour of other rooms."
　　 "Will patrol...will it be better to use patrol?" Jiang Baimian asked habitually.
　　 Then, she nodded in satisfaction:
　　 "Go ahead."
As soon as 　　 finished her words, she already turned her head and looked at Long Yuehong:
　　"When resting in this kind of enclosed room, you must remember to confirm that there is no abnormality inside.
　　 "This is not a problem that can be solved simply by staying at night, because the similar environment is narrow and cramped, with many obstacles, it is difficult to escape, and it is difficult to fight. Even if the unexpected situation can be discovered in time, it will be quite troublesome."
　　 At this point, Jiang Baimian glanced at Qiao Chu subconsciously, and was quite surprised at his carelessness in guarding.
　　Is the special commissioner of the Eighth Research Institute too confident and not afraid of accidents, or simply has no relevant experience?
　　 Qiao Chu didn't look at her, took off the silver rifle behind his back, and pulled a brown-yellow painted chair in front of him.
　　 He immediately walked to the old coffee table, took out several paper towels from the dark-wrapped paper, and turned around to wipe the chair with heavy dust.
　　Long Yuehong saw this, and for a while, she didn't know whether to follow Shang Jian Yao to search the room or help Qiao Chu clean the items.
　　 "Just remember this time, sit down." Jiang Baimian didn't embarrass him.
　　Long Yuehong sat on the sofa like a conditioned reflex. As a result, the gray surface of the originally unknown color suddenly sank, and then tore apart with a thorn.
　　 This made Long Yuehong unable to sit firmly and almost fell into the sofa.
　　 Jiang Baimian withdrew his gentle gaze, glanced at the gray-headed subordinate, and said with a low laugh:
　　"Be careful, here are all antiques from seven or eighty years ago or even more.
　　 "Also, I don't know how many bacteria and viruses are in the dust. Although you have been genetically modified and you are not prone to diseases, you have to be careful."
　　 "Yes, group leader!" Long Yuehong stood up and responded loudly, just like many times in the past.
　　 "Team leader..." Qiao Chu repeated this term in a low voice with indifferent eyes, not caring much.
　　 He cleaned the chair and sat down.
　　 Long Yuehong and Bai Chen began to pack up the sofas, chairs, and coffee tables, while Shang Jian Yao returned to the junction of the living room and dining room and walked towards the short aisle deep in the room.
　　 At this time, as the night approaches, the room is already dark.
The living room area is okay, the floor-to-ceiling windows are very large, even if there is no moon outside, the starlight shines in a little, so that Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and others can barely see each other’s faces, and enter the aisle. You can only roughly distinguish the outline of some things.
　　 Shang Jian Yao backhanded the zipper on his camouflage backpack and took out a grainy silver flashlight from the inside.
　　He doesn't always hang the flashlight on the armed belt, but occasionally puts it in the backpack provided by the Ministry of Security.
　　 With the orange beam of light from the flashlight, Shang Jianyao clearly saw the scene ahead:
There are brown-red wooden doors on the left and right sides of the aisle, but they are asymmetrical and different in style: the one on the left is closer to the entrance, and there is heavy glass above which makes it difficult to see the scene inside. The one on the right is almost at the end and has a handle. Brass color, with green rust in some places.
On the wall at the end, there is another brown-red wooden door on the far left.
　　 Shang Jian Yao walked to the door on the left side of the aisle first, because it was the nearest.
　　 In the process, he took off the "Ice Moss" pistol to prevent accidents.
　　Using the palm of the flashlight to turn the handle, after pushing the door open, Shang Jian Yao was not in a hurry to get in, and he kept the flashlight out for a while.
　　 He saw a sink inside, something similar to a toilet in a textbook, a glass door that seemed to move, and a partitioned area with a shower head.
　　 "Toilet." Shang Jian Yao whispered and stepped in.
　　 From this one glance, he can see every angle. He jumped up from time to time, looked at the vents above, and sometimes squatted down, checking the narrow space between the toilet and the toilet. It seemed that he could hide a person there.
　　 Finally, he only found some moss and a few ants in some dark places, but not many.
　　After checking, he walked to the toilet and lifted the lid.
　　 There is no water in it.
　　 Shang Jianyao tried the buttons in different positions of the toilet in a scientific manner, and found that they all lost their function.
　　 He straightened up, twitched his nose exaggeratedly, and took a few deep breaths.
　　 "It doesn't taste much..." A few seconds later, he came to the conclusion that he couldn't tell whether he was lucky or regretful.
　　 Next, he tried the shower head and made sure that no water came out.
　　 After completing these inspections, Shang Jian Yao fell into deep thought, not knowing what he was thinking.
　　 After a while, he put the "Ice Moss" pistol back on his armed belt, probing his palm and pulling out the metal filter plugged in the sink of the sink.
　　 It was so rusty that Shang Jianyao almost pulled it off.
　　 After putting this item aside, Shang Jian Yao supported it with one hand, jumped up, and stood firmly on the sink, stepping on one side, very balanced.
　　 He immediately clamped the flashlight with his chin, took off his pants, and aimed at the drain.
　　 After solving the physiological problem, Shang Jianyao jumped down again and plugged the metal filter back into place.
　　 In the outside living room, Qiao Chu frowned when he heard the movement and pinched his nose. Long Yuehong and Bai Chen showed complicated expressions one after another.
　　 Jiang Baimian did not hear the small movement, and carefully distributed compressed biscuits, energy bars and other food.
　　 Shang saw Yao out of the toilet and closed the door politely. Then, with a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other, he walked to the end of the aisle.
　　 At this time, he has a door on his right hand and a door on his left front.
　　 He gestured with a pistol and a flashlight, and decided to choose the left.
　　 In the process of opening that door, he was equally cautious.
The most eye-catching thing in 　　 is a relatively wide bed, which is covered with dirty, light-green sheets and two pillows with the same pillowcase.
　　 There is a low cabinet on the right side of the bed. To the right of the low cabinet is a row of tattered tall cabinets that reach the ceiling and are painted with milky white paint.
　　 There is a table on the left side of the bed, on which is placed a large LCD screen and a box made of black metal.
　　 Near the LCD screen, there are also a mouse, a keyboard, and a dark blue bottom covering a honeycomb-like thing that Shang Jianyao recognizes.
　　 To the left of this table is the wall and a large window sill. The window sill is covered with a brown blanket that is suspected of being bitten by a mouse. There is also a small wooden table on the blanket.
　　 Shang Jian Yao took the flashlight and walked to the window sill from the aisle between the foot of the bed and the wall.
　　 He bent down and searched carefully for a while, but finally he could only say to himself regretfully:
　　 "No mouse shit..."
　　 These words echoed in the slightly empty room, seeming to be a little confused.
　　 Shang Jianyao then walked to the table where the LCD screen was placed, and picked up different items in turn with his gun hand.
　　As a graduate of the Department of Higher Education Electronics of "Pangu Biology", it is not difficult for him to recognize a computer in front of him.
　　 He twisted his head hard, glanced at the camouflage backpack behind him, and gave up the idea of ​​stuffing big things in.
　　 Finally, he picked up the thing with a black honeycomb-like surface.
　　 This is also slightly larger than the palm of the hand.
　　 Combining his own professional knowledge and his experience in the small trading market in the "Activity Center", Shang Jian Yao quickly confirmed that this should be a small speaker.
　　 A speaker that can play songs.
　　 He quickly unplugged the speaker cable and pulled the item completely away from the computer.
　　 After cleaning the dark blue speaker with the sheets beside him, Shang Jianyao took off the camouflage backpack behind him and stuffed it in.
　　 He is not sure if the speakers can still be used, and even thinks that they should not, but it doesn’t matter, he will repair them, as long as they can find suitable and intact components to do some replacements.
After 　　 put on the camouflage backpack again, Shang Jian Yao once again held a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other, and checked every corner of the room and different items.
　　 He quickly walked around to the other side, bent over to look under the bed, and then opened the bedside table.
　　 There are two drawers in this low cabinet. The first time Shang Jianyao opened it was the one above. The contents inside were dazzling, but full of stale taste.
　　 "Ultra-thin...aspirin...white and black..." After turning over the items one by one, he put them back.
　　 Then he opened the lower drawer, which was empty and there was nothing.
　　 Shang Jian Yao stared for a few seconds, then retracted his gaze, straightened his body, and walked to the place that was probably the closet.
　　 After opening the cabinet door, he saw a black jacket, a white gauze dress, and other indescribable clothes.
　　 They hang there neatly, except for the smell, which seems to be the same as before.
　　Shang Jianyao knew the dress because some women in "Pangu Creature" liked it very much.
This is an impractical thing. When all energy from the environment is directed to the "inner ecological zone", and only a small part of it is left for the "living zone", long clothes and trousers It is the best choice, which is also very convenient for work.
　　Only those women with a little affluent family would exchange their contribution points for fabrics, and make one by themselves according to the skirt styles of some relatives in management.
　　 This is one of their most precious things. They only wear it when watching year-end report performances, participating in certain group activities, and walking with their lovers in various corners.
　　 Shang Jian Yao subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the white gauze dress.
　　 Maybe the horizontal bar of the hanger had been rusted, or maybe it was already in a fragile balance. As soon as Shang Jian Yao touched the dress, the bar slid down with a crash, causing many clothes to fall on the wooden board below.
　　 Shang Jian Yao stared silently for a few seconds, then withdrew his hand holding "Ice Moss".
　　 He continued to check the drawers in the closet, but found nothing worthy of attention.
　　 Soon, he left this room and entered the one on the right in the corridor.
　　 This room is even smaller, with only a not so wide bed, a row of milky white wardrobes and a desk with a lamp.
　　 The sheets on that bed were blue with many small golden stars on them, which was much cuter than the one next door.
　　 However, there are also many stains on it.
　　 Shang Jian Yao searched the past place by place, and finally, he leaned over to the pillow and shone the flashlight back and forth.
　　 I don’t know how long it took, Shang Jianyao put the torch on the bed and adjusted the position.
　　 He immediately stretched out a hand and twisted a long hair on the edge of the pillow where the beam of light hits.
　　White hair.
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