Sean and Theresa didn't talk for a while, when a staff member in a blue security uniform walked over and said, "Both, do you need my help?";

"No, thank you!". Sean declined the offer, he knew that this place also belonged to the semi-secret agency of the state, so he understood the situation after they landed on the island, although it was not very comfortable, and followed the two back. When the gang sent someone out to interrupt one of their private conversations, it meant that the gang couldn't eavesdrop.

After a few minutes of coffee and small talk, Ms. Harry looked at her watch again and said, "We can go and see the rest of the side halls, and then go to Dr. Clinton's office." ”

"You said that half an hour ago, Harry. Sean said with a smile.

"He's very busy, even though it's at night!. Harry replied, "The phone is on the go, Washington, and journalists from all over the country." Sean noticed that she was speaking with a look of surprise and disbelief, and then continued, "I don't believe what they say about the Bartys. Not believing for a minute. At first glance, he is the kind of person who hypnotizes himself.

Following Sean, Theresa, and the two detectives, they all left the café and wandered around the dark gray corridor for a while. Finally, when he saw the computer room, Sean had seen enough, turned to Harry and said, "I want to go and see the real room where the Barty and his wife worked." ”；

"That's in the biocontrol zone. You'll probably see it later. Harry said.

"Okay, so where's Tom and Viddy's office in the borough?" asked Sean.

Harry hesitated. And he said, "You can go and ask Dr. Clinton." He told Sù not to bring you to Mr. and Mrs. Barty's office. ”；

Sean didn't want to be rude to Harry, but sometimes he couldn't blindly follow the other party, so he said, "As an FBI investigator." I ask you to take us to the office of Tom and Viddy, the victims of the homicide we are investigating. ”；

Harry, who looked a little pitiful at this point, looked like he was about to faint. Theresa said, "It's okay, do as Deputy Inspector Sean says." ”；

"Because of the nature of the Bartys' work. and the documents or archives of their office may ......"

"Something to do with national security?", Sean interjected, "Something like that, I think it's a bit of nonsense!";

Poor Harry continued: "Mr. and Mrs. Barty have permission to participate in secrecy, so their text is confidential. ”

"!" Sean said again, "but, out of solidarity and to avoid a dispute over the right of justice, you should make a phone call." I'm sure I'll get you into Mr. and Mrs. Barty's office. Okay?", everyone nodded.

Of course, Sean could imagine that the Bartys' office had been thoroughly searched, and the secret content of the text was deleted that was not suitable for disclosure. And when people look at it, they can only see what they want to see. But Sean thought he should find something interesting in the Bartys' office.

Harry looked relieved and said, "I'm going to call Dr. Clinton." She picked up a phone from her desk and pressed the intercom button. At the same time, Sean pulled out his mobile phone and walked away for some distance, talking with his back to the crowd, or pretending to talk. To the gods of national security in the great capital of the Empire of Confusion. The trick of pretending was vividly played by him, and he turned to face these mortals again. At the same time, Harry finished his phone call to Dr. Clinton. Harry nodded and said, "Alright, please come with me." ”；

The group followed her into the hallway, toward the east wing of the building, past the staircase where they had come up. Then he came to a room, and Harry opened the door with a key.

The office has two desks, each with a personal computer, a modem and a shelf. A long workbench is piled with books and texts. There was no real equipment or anything of that nature - just a few office items, including a fax machine.

Sean, Theresa, and two detectives searched around the Bartys' desk, opened the drawer, and looked through the text, but as Sean had just thought, the office had been cleaned up earlier. In any case, those involved in a conspiracy do not put things on the record or indiscriminately scatter memoranda involving them.

Shaun flipped through Barty's business card book, noting that they knew people from all over the world, most of whom seemed to be scientists, and Shaun saw a business card of Tom's parents under Barty's last name, with the names of his sisters, brothers, and other family members, all in Indiana.

Sean then searched for "Tolstoy", the next-door neighbor of the Bartys, and found it! Sean then searched for and found the phone number of the Historical Society and the number of the Society's president, Emma #Jiawhite's house.

Sean then went on to find Pizarro, a drug* dealer, who Sean guessed as a possible "buyer"! After that, he went down to look for Carpenter, a drug* dealer in Columbia, but he couldn't find it. Sean looked for radicals again, and looked for Alabai's radicals, but all came to naught. Sean didn't see the names of Eric and Clinton, but Sean analyzed the business cards of all the employees on the island, and it was possible that he had set up a separate directory. Sean was going to get a copy.

Theresa is tinkering with Tom's computer while the other two detectives are playing with Viddy's.

Then Sean noticed that there were no personal belongings in the office, no photographs, not a single piece of art, and not even a single piece of furniture on the table that was not issued by the government. Sean asked Harry about it, and the latter replied, "There's no rule against putting personal belongings in the first section, but people tend not to bring too many items on board and put them in the office, except maybe cosmetics and medicines, I don't know why." In fact, as long as we give a reason, we can get almost anything we want in writing. So we feel a little spoiled. ”

Sean walked over to a large billboard, and Theresa got up from the computer and walked over. Looking at the billboard, I was reading some patches of text nailed to it. Sean whispered, "This place was cleaned up this morning. ”；

Theresa said, "Who did it? Damn, it's illegal." Although she also estimated this possibility. But still a little annoyed.

Sean said, "If I were you, I'd let it pass." But you can see why I'm not in a good mood by now. ”；

"I didn't notice any difference, but now I'm annoyed. Theresa said.

Harry. In her most accommodating tone, she interrupted the discussion between Sean and the two, and said, "We're a little out of step with the schedule now, maybe you can stay here for a while." ”；

Then she went on to say, "Let's go look at the duty room, and then we'll go see Dr. Clinton." ”；

The group returned to the hallway and followed her to the door of the room marked 222. She pressed a few codes on the small keypad and opened the door, revealing a huge windowless room. Harry said, "This is the duty room. It is the command, control and liaison center of Sunny Island. ”；

Everyone walked in, and Sean looked around. The worktop stretched along the wall, and a young man sitting with his back to them was talking on the phone.

Harry said: "That's Martinez, Eric's assistant. He is the watchman today. ”；

As he spoke, Martinez had put down the phone and turned around in his chair. Wave your hand to the crowd in a friendly way.

Sean looked around the room, and there were three different types of radio transmitters and receivers on the table, a computer terminal, and a television system. Two fax machines, telephones, mobile phones, a teletypewriter and a number of other electronic devices. Two ceiling cameras scanned the room.

On the walls there are also various maps, radio channels, memos and a list of duty personnel, among others. Harry said: "This is Eric's method of operation, the integration of command, control, and communication."

"From here, we have direct access to Washington, D.C., as well as other research institutes in the United States, Mina, Mexico, and around the world," Harry said. We are also associated with the Centers for Disease Control at Mt. Bamboo University. In addition, we have a direct line to our fire brigade and other important locations on the island, plus the National Weather Forecasting Center, many of the organizations and departments that support Sunshine Island. ”；

"Like the military?" Sean asked suddenly.

"Yes, especially the Coast Guard. Harry didn't shy away, but replied directly.

Martinez, getting up from his chair, walked over to the crowd, and they made some introductions.

This Martinez was a tall guy in his thirties, about the same height as Sean, with blue eyes, short blonde hair like his boss, neatly permed pants and shirt, a blue bow tie, and a bright blue shirt on a chair. Sean was convinced that Martinez was a product of the real yàn chamber here, cloned from some of Eric's cells or something. Because of their dress, they are all about the same!

"I can answer any questions you have about this office," Martinez said. ”；

Theresa said to Harry, "Would you mind leaving us alone with Mr. Martinez for a few minutes?";

Harry looked at Martinez, who nodded. Then Harry went out into the hallway.

Theresa asked, "What would you do if a big northeasterly wind or tornado blew over?";

Martinez replied: "If it happens during working hours, we will evacuate." ”。

"Everyone?" Sean asked.

"Some people have to stay in the back and look after the warehouse. For example, I'm going to stay behind, Mr. Eric, a couple of other security guards, some firefighters, one or two maintenance guys who keep the engines and air filters working, and maybe one or two scientists who are monitoring the virus. I guess Dr. Clinton will want to sink with his ship. With that last sentence, Martinez burst out laughing.

Sean is laughing too, but Sean can't understand the ridiculousness of blowing everywhere, deadly and sick.

Martinez added: "If it's outside of working hours and the island is almost deserted, we have to find key people on the island. We will then take our ferries and other water tools to a hidden dock in San Francisco County Harbor. They will be safe there. We know what we're doing here. We are prepared for emergencies. ”；

Sean said, "If there is a biocontrol leak, will you kindly sue me?";

"You'll be the first to know. Martinez said.

Immediately, Sean spoke aggressively again. said, "I know this. But I think these two want to know by phone or radio, not coughing up blood or something. ”；

Sure enough, Martinez seemed a little angry. "My standard operating procedure manual tells me who to call and in what order. San Francisco County is among the first ones, and I've asked for a siren here that can be heard even on the mainland. ”

"If you are called in San Francisco County, you can go and ring a siren for residents to hear, if you want. "I'm not expecting any biocontrol breaches, so this question is hypothetical," Martinez said. ”

"No, the problem is that this place scares me out of the. As soon as I see it, I don't feel good. At this time, one of the detectives suddenly said wittily.

"You have nothing to worry about. Martinez said with a smile.

Sean was pleased to hear this and asked, "What would happen if an armed invader came to the island?";

Martinez looked at Sean and asked, "You mean radicals?";

"Yes, I mean radicals or whatever, disgruntled postal workers. Sean said "hehe" twice.

Martinez wasn't amused. He replied, "Oh, if our security guards can't handle it, we'll call the Coast Guard, right from here." With that, he pointed to a radio with his thumb.

"What if this room was breached first?", Sean said.

"There is also a second set of operating procedures in the building. Martinez said.

"In the basement?", Sean asked.

"Maybe. I thought you were investigating a murder. Martinez said.

Sean said, "Yes. That's it. Where were you at 5:30 last night?";

"Me?" Martinez asked, glaring.

"You. Sean nodded.

"Oh! let me think about it. Martinez rolled his eyes and tried to remember.

"Where's your point four- or five-caliber automatic pistol?" said Sean.

"Well, in the drawer over there. Martinez said.

"Have you fired lately?" asked Sean again.

"No, oh, I sometimes take it to the pistol range. Martinez was clearly not expecting the cross-examination to be so sudden, so he was somewhat caught off guard......

"When was the last time you saw Mr. and Mrs. Barty?" said Theresa.

"Let me think about ......" Martinez.

"How much do you know about Mr. and Mrs. Barty?", Sean doesn't give him any chance to react.

"Not very familiar!" Martinez said.

"Have you ever had a drink with them?" asked Sean one by one.

"No!" Martinez said.

"Where's lunch, what about dinner?" said Sean.

"Nope. I said...... "Martinez was in a bit of a hurry."

"On any occasion have you spoken to them in an official capacity?" asked Sean again.

"No, oh......" Martinez stuttered a little.

"Oh?" said Sean, "Oh! what do you mean?"

"A few times. About their motorboats. They love to use the beaches of Sunny Isles. The Barti sometimes come by boat on Sundays or holidays, dock at a deserted beach on the south side of the island, and swim to shore, towing a rubber raft. "On the raft there were their picnic items," Martinez said. We have no problem with this, and we have even held a picnic for all employees and their families in the past. That time we allowed non-staff to come to the island, but we had to stop doing it because of responsibility. ”；

Sean tried to paint a picture of a holiday outing in his head, a bit like a carpeted biocontrol zone on the beach.

Martinez continued: "The Bartys never bring anyone with them, that would be against the rules. But their ship begs a problem. ”；

"What kind of problem?", Sean said.

"Oh, and one thing, during the day, it attracts visitors from other boats, and they think they can come ashore to enjoy the island," Martinez said. And after dark, this poses a navigational hazard to our patrol boats. So I talked to them about those two issues, and we tried to solve them. ”；

"How are you trying to solve this?" asked Sean.

Martinez: "The easiest solution is to let them into the cove and take one of our cars to the farther end of the island. Mr. Eric agreed to do so, which was against the rules of use, but better than they were. But they don't want to drive into the cove, or use the bus. They wanted to do it their own way, which was to drive the speedboat to a beach, then a rubber raft, and then swim. They say it's more fun, more natural, and more adventurous. ”；

"Who cares about the island? Eric, Clinton, or Barty?" asked Sean.

"We have to satisfy the scientists here as much as possible, otherwise they will be upset. There's a joke among the island's non-scientists that if you provoke or argue with a scientist about something, your life will end mysteriously infected with a deadly virus within three days. Martinez said.

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