Chapter Twenty-Three: Let Him Go
In the cramped room, the man meditated to himself. The commander had already ordered him to hurry up and hand over the materials requested by Chen Zhi and the others to them, and he knew that the commander wanted to bring this matter over quickly. However, this is not a small amount, Chen Zhi They want almost 20% of the armament of the entire base, they only have a total of five people, what do they want so much armament for?
He told the commander his doubts, but the commander laughed and reassured him. He said that in fact, this matter is very clear, it is just the wall of the brothers of the Hongyan base, Bai Heng is far from long, he can only move himself to raise armaments, and it just so happened that they collided with this matter, so they had to break the fortune and eliminate the disaster. However, this matter is also good for the expeditionary base, they are fighting among themselves, not to mention how big the consumption will be, at least they will not have the ability to reach out to the expeditionary base within ten years, according to their current development speed, after ten years, they will also be among the seven bases, and when that time comes, they will not be peeped at or underestimated by anyone, do they still need to look at other people's faces?
"Our family's wish for a hundred years will be fulfilled under my name, and then there will be no seven bases, and we will be collectively called the G8 and become the master of the world. Qingcheng, don't you feel your blood boiling? hahahaha......"
Wan Qingcheng was full of ambition hidden under the surface of Sven by Su Baiming, he was a leader worthy of following and admiration, but the oppression brought to him by Chen Zhi and others made him have to think about it one more step.
A large porcelain jar with blue flowers on a white background holds steaming hot water and is placed in Wanqingcheng's hand.
He was awakened and looked sideways. The beautiful woman smiled slightly, and whispered with intimacy: "Drink some water, Mr. Wan." β
Wan Qingcheng was intoxicated by the quiet and gentle temperament of a woman. Temporarily erased the intricacies, the rough and hard hand held her snow-white and delicate, and he said with a smile: "I've been very busy these days, I haven't come to see you, you seem to be much better." β
The previous snow clouds were always sad at the corners of their eyes and eyebrows because of their fear day and night, although they were pitiful. However, after watching it for a long time, it is inevitable to feel depressed. But today's snow clouds are radiant and moving. has a unique charm, Wan Qingcheng can't help but be happy when he sees it, and he is even more emotional.
Xueyun smiled vaguely.
This man, he is up to now. I don't know where her fear comes from.
Or do you know. But ignore it?
Let him be.
Xue Yun thought, faintly relieved of revenge.
Yan Yuzhen's room is on the tenth floor, and he has a single room, which is a status symbol.
At this time, Gu Lian and Yan Yuzhen were sitting facing each other at the table in his living room. She frowned sadly at the yellow memo, there was nothing she could do, and what worried her even more was Zhou Zhao's whereabouts.
She asked Yan Yuzhen, "Ah Zhao will be fine, right?"
As the previous thirty times, Yan Yuzhen only glanced at her. Lazily look away and don't speak. This angry performance wordlessly conveyed his resentment to Gu Lian. Gu Lian blinked, and only then did she see that he was sullen.
Gu Lian softened her heart a little, she thought about it for a while, and said in a clear tone: "Doctor Yan, do you know about crossing?"
Yan Yuzhen's eyes lit up, and he suddenly turned his head to look at her, and the sparkling appearance of his eyes made Gu Lian feel Alexander.
Given some minced meat, Gu Lian continued to stare at the memo. The fact in front of him is that Ah Zhao can't see her because of something, and his roommate must have a deep meaning in giving her this book. She pulled out a small paper cutter from her pocket, with a dark green handle, cheap materials, and the blade was already rusty.
This is what the small, aloof boy quietly handed to her when the memo was handed to her. He used a lot of force, as if he was going to cut off her hand with a paper cutter, and his eyes were not good.
But this is certainly a hint.
Gu Lian took the knife and made two strokes, except for leaving two marks on the yellow straw paper, which were neither deep nor shallow, there was no other trace.
She flipped through it casually, and suddenly her expression moved, and because of the scratching just now, the pages below were torn. She swept her gaze as if looking for something, and soon settled on the pencil that hung in the pen sleeve beside her.
She pulled out her pencil and looked at it, and it was easy to see that it had been freshly sharpened, and she could smell sawdust when she got closer. She thought thoughtfully, thought of the plots in various detective dramas, and was very entertaining self-sarcasm, thinking that she could do such a bloody thing. Gu Lian held the pen uncertainly, and lightly drew a shadow on the paper.
Except for the original few figures, there is no trace.
Frustrated, she thought of something at once, and opened the first page, drawing a pen on the blank second page.
A line of recessed white letters, shadowed by a pencil, came to mind - the same letters that were widely spaced, and it was evident that someone had torn the paper between the two pages to conceal the invisible line. Gu Lian was overjoyed, but the numbers were still meaningless, she was expecting wordsβeven if it was just to tell her what had happened to him.
She repeatedly compared the two sheets of paper, at a loss. What do they mean, why are they so wide, and what kind of message does Zhao want to leave her?
She leaned back in her chair, staggered the two sheets of paper, and rubbed them slightly, her head turning into a pulp. Just as she was about to give up, suddenly, as if she had seen something, she swooped down on the table, carefully lifted the first piece of paper, and shone it into the light.
Sure enough, the numbers on the first and second pages can be staggered and overlapped - that's why they're so far apart. Gu Lian excitedly wrote down the newly obtained string of numbers and fell back into deep thought.
It must have something to do with the network, maybe an address?
"This is the permission password. Doctor Yan on the other side spoke.
Gu Lian was startled and looked up, Dr. Yan held her chin and was casually looking at the numbers she had written.
"What is that for?" Gu Lian simply asked.
"The card connected to the computer corresponds to a password, and the permissions in it vary depending on the individual. Looking at the number of digits of this password, it should be quite a high management level. β
"I don't have a PIN on my card. Gu Lian thought about it for a moment.
Doctor Yan was impatient: "You are using a gold card, and the base gives the gold card unlimited power. Its purpose is to allow your customers to bypass all centers and normalities. β
So that's the case, Gu Lian nodded and looked straight at him: "One last question." β
Yan Yu really seemed to feel something. Looking up at her, he pursed his thin lips, and his eyes were indifferent as if resisting.
The air froze for a moment, and the girl seemed to hesitate for something, and took a deep breath.
"Why do you know that I use a gold card?" Gu Lian asked seriously.
"She's sharp. β
On the third floor of the base, in an empty room that was rather backward and unsupervised, a fat man as white as tofu and delicate skin sat comfortably on a scarlet soft leather sofa. Stingy sucks on a glass of freshly squeezed watermelon juice.
It is a room that does not exist - or more accurately, it does not exist in any official maps or archives. There are countless such rooms in a large base, but this is no evidence of the incompetence of the management. Because the terrain of the expedition base is too complex and confusing. Some rooms are wrong with each other, others are stacked on top of each other, and there are countless unused rooms buried in infinite possibilities that only the people who live nearby and God will know where they are hidden. People call such rooms "ghosts". Because no one knows when it will pop up.
In a social system where resources are scarce, there is no family value, and land is not privatized, these rooms are worthless in the eyes of the paranormal and the common people. It can be seen from the management methods of the base - they register the population only according to the houses where the allottors live, and the map only shows a general overview of the periphery, and they disdain and do not want to work hard to measure every inch of land, because they are confident that everyone is in control.
As a result, Room 3087D, a ghost hidden among the walls, became a paradise for the trio of intelligence merchants.
Xu Fei only finished saying a word, and then lowered his head and drank the juice. His partner knew him too well. Luo Shi rolled his eyes, and Jiang Ran served him a plate of expensive cheese with a kind of Virgin Mary-like tolerance. When Xu Fei solved the watermelon juice. Jiang Ran had already had the foresight to carefully cut the cheese into thin and suitable slices with a small silver knife.
Luo Shi shrugged his nose with disdain for Jiang Ran's flattery, and secretly slandered himself, the person who paid the salary was really more able to bend and stretch.
He was still the appearance of a handsome young man with a high nose and deep eyes at this time, and if he wanted to return to his steel body like yesterday, he needed someone to attack all of his skin, but Jiang Ran and Xu Fei were unwilling to do so.
According to Jiang Ran's words, he was disgusted with a pain in his hands.
"A thousand blue coins a minute is fine. He added.
The poor ghost Luo Sai pulled his wallet and gave up the struggle in frustration.
Xu Fei's dark eyes bent, and he happily took the plate, which was as energetic as the mobile phone that was renewed at the beginning of the month, and pointed out the country again: "She can almost rely on intuition to solve any problem." You know, it's not a joke, some people may take a long time to solve a math problem with the orthodox solution, but they can know the answer just by looking at it, which we generally call ...... talent."
"Just like you. Jiang Ran said half sincerely and half flatteringly.
Luo Sai added: "A genius. β
This statement was almost a humiliation and mockery in this day and age - at least for the people of the expeditionary base. In their values, talent is only ability, and all other talents are useless.
However, Xu Fei deserves it, he has already conquered his partners with his talent, according to the words of the boss Jiang Ran, after all, money does not know abilities.
He shrugged, a little worried about whether the T-shirt would burst: "The stupidest and wisest decision she's ever made was to put a cage on top of that talent." She firmly binds her intuition with reason, and she imposes an acquired preference for good and evil on a thing that does not distinguish between right and wrong, but only recognizes facts. How can I make an analogy......" the white jade fat man tilted his head and thought about it, "It's like ...... A beast has the morality of a human being?"
"It's a tragedy. Jiang Ran smiled without sympathy.
"Good news for us. β
"So you asked me to tell her part of the information last night?"
"She will find what we want for us, as long as her morals have not been eaten by dogs. Xu Fei licked his fingers contentedly and burped, "When I found out that she didn't act that way, but was being taken advantage of, I knew her weakness." She had a beastly instinct, how could she really be used unknowingly, not to mention that when she mentioned Aster, her expression was very wrong. β
Hearing Shion's name, the other two partners were silent for a while. Luo Xian said in a low voice: "Boss, she is also an ordinary person, do you think it is possible for her to become the second you?" Xu Fei stopped eating when he heard this, and also turned his head to look at him.
"I, what do I have to become?" Jiang Ran showed a self-deprecating smile, and immediately shook his head, a cold look appeared on his soft face, which made people feel contradictory and sharp, "Whether it is an ordinary person or an alien, I have never seen a soft-hearted person who can still hold power in this bullshit world." I don't know what the future holds for her, but if she continues like this, there's only one word. β
Luo Sai guessed: "Can't help yourself?"
Jiang Ran sneered: "There are no dead corpses!"
The following does not count the number of words (3575)***
Thank you Lin Damei & Pharaoh's Maihime for the chocolate~
The rice cakes brought back from Zhejiang are soft and glutinous, and they are simply delicious!
I feel like a little daughter-in-law who is constantly being teased by chapter testimonials, and every time I say that I don't believe it anymore, but as long as the chapter testimonials hook my fingers, I paste it upside down without any position......
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It's all tears, and you can write a book that hangs and beats scumbags, and Nanzhu's name is: Chapter ......
3721, above!(To be continued.) )