It was late at night. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Foster Architects was still working overtime, and the night view of London outside the window couldn't attract anyone's attention at all, because there were so many projects waiting for all the architects to participate. As one of the world's top and the UK's best architectural design institutes, Foster has always had an infinite number of orders.

"No, no, no, there should be a cantilever structure here, otherwise the stability of the whole building will not be guaranteed......"

"Actually, it is completely possible to use the old process of reinforced concrete here, after all, we still have to lay tiles outside......"

"Director, the customer's evaluation has been received, and I will hand it over to you for inspection?"

Not only an office, but also many employees are busy all the time. Each table was filled with piles of materials, and a random stack of designs could be drawn out to reveal a myriad of designs, which could easily be overwhelmed by the staggering amount of data if a shorter person happened to sit behind a stack of papers.

"Where's the triangular ruler?"

Remus-Byrne suddenly raised his head: "Kenneth, who took my triangular ruler?" ”

"Triangular ruler?" Kenneth looked up from the corner, Wang Jian, Remus-Byrne and Benny Teplan, drawing a structural diagram: "I don't know~"

", nonsense!"

Remus scolded, "Benny, help me press the structure diagram, I'll find a ruler." Without that help, our water supply system would have to go to the toilet next door! ”

It was too late, and Remus was already striding around the office, searching for every desk, not forgetting to ask his colleagues at the desk.

"Where's my triangular ruler?"

"Oh shit, who saw my triangle?"

It's a pity that I couldn't find a ruler after looking around, but the urge to urinate came up. Remus cursed again, and then shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Benny, continue to help press the picture, I'll go to the bathroom first!" ”

"Okay, Lem!"

After getting the letter from his colleague, Remus hurriedly walked out of the office, this urge of urine came so quickly, God swear, he had the feeling that he would pee his pants if he didn't spill it out in the next second!

Then, God forbid, he successfully and promptly rushed into the bathroom.

"!"

Hurried to a urinal, Remus immediately pulled the zipper, God knows where this urge to urinate came from, he usually drinks coffee all night long, and now this urge to urinate like a downpour will come, right?

Quickly pulled out the old bird, pointed the gun at the urinal, and sprayed it ready.

"Hey, sir?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded!

Remus was covered in a clever body, and the urine that was about to squirt was held back by the way!

In the next second, a delicate and small steel tong stretched out from his back, and it hit a very critical part of the old bird's upper body just right. The cold feeling was very pleasant, and the squeezing of the pliers gave him a feeling between S and M, but the problem was that he was about to collapse now.

"Ah...... Woo! ”

Then the next second, just as Remus subconsciously wanted to turn around and scream, a binding ball was stuffed into his mouth, and his head was forcibly pulled towards the wall.

"Cooperate obediently, I guarantee that you are safe and sound."

Then, immediately after that, the cold, and obviously mature woman's charming voice behind him again: "Do you understand?" ”

Cold sweat began to trickle down Remus's forehead, but I don't know if the sweat was due to the suffocation of urine insipidus, or the clamping of pliers, or the old bird that was about to collapse was clamped by pliers.

"Woo! Woooooo Remus nodded wildly as if he had just hesitated for a moment, and the pliers were clamped even harder!

"Okay, then now I'll ask, and you answer."

The mature girl with a cold voice asked questions behind his back, his gloved left hand firmly clamped around his neck, and Remus couldn't look back, but nodding was still okay.

"Very good, question one, you are the chief designer of the Exeter Computer Research Center, right?"

Although the problem was abrupt, the idea of "this is the case" made Remus relax a little.

He whined and nodded.

I only heard the girl behind me say: "Very good, then you should know, where is the blueprint of this building stored?" ”

It was another expected question, and after a brief panic, Remus had basically calmed down, but the feeling below was still very uncomfortable. Therefore, when nodding, he still couldn't help but drip cold sweat.

"Where's the blueprint?"

After asking this question, the gloved hand pressed Remus's lips, which by touch showed that it must be a typical women's leather glove.

"I'm going to take out the bindingball now, if you scream indiscriminately, I'll dare to make you can't do it anymore, do you understand?"

The girl's question was violent, and her behavior was even more violent, and it was clear that the old bird was being pinned harder, and Remus nodded hurriedly.

When the bound ball was removed, he hurriedly whispered: "The blueprint is in the archive room of the firm, but only the administrator has the key, and usually even if the partners want to browse the blueprint, they must find them to get the key!" ”

The pincers on the old bird did not relax in the slightest.

"Name the Administrator and his avatar traits."

"Jimmy, Jimmy Payne! Fifty-two years old, red-haired, square-faced, with a residual scar from smallpox on his nose, he was in room 807. Auntie, just let me go! ”

Remus begged, for he was getting more and more unable to hold back the insipidus, and even the presence of pliers would not help.

Hearing only a silver bell-like laughter, followed by a sweet and greasy smell, Remus subconsciously took a deep breath.

Then, with a roll of his eyes, he fainted and fell to the ground.

The situation in the bathroom was not noticed by anyone, because for a company like an architectural design firm, each employee is highly focused on their work, and they do not have much communication with more people when they are not in their spare time.

This is especially evident in the archives.

Every building is an order, every building will have a blueprint, and each blueprint is the core secret and wealth of the building. Some blueprints don't necessarily need to be used once in decades, while others need to be retrieved in a short period of time for a variety of reasons, and in many cases, once they happen, they are big things. As one of the world's leading architectural firms in the UK, Foster will certainly keep all the blueprints of the years in one place.

That's the archives.

Administrator Jimmy Payne is fifty years old after all, and since smallpox was caused by a work injury twenty years ago, he was able to continue working in the firm, but he can no longer do brain-based work. The illness caused an astonishing high fever, and he was already blessed by God to survive, and he could no longer be forced to do any more design work.

Twenty years of veteran employees were able to ask the company to build a separate room for him, and the janitor room of the archives room was born. The wealthy Foster Office was not short of space, and directly moved the materials in the huge archive room back, freeing up the space in front of it for Jimmy. The office with a window on this side of the corridor is his only one.

It's late at night, the highlights of the early hours of the morning, and the designers are still working day and night on various projects, but for Jimmy, who is over fifty years old, it's time to sleep.

He lives in the company, in this guard's room, and he is old and has no wife and always works in the same company, so people naturally decorate the guard's room like a home.

At this time, in the spacious and warm room, the sound of snoring kept coming from the bed.

It was the time for old Jimmy to sleep normally, so the curtains facing the hallway were drawn, and of course no one would come to this secluded corner to disturb him. The guard's room in the middle of the night and the entire corridor outside belonged to him alone for many years.

Only today is an exception.

Tick, tick, the alarm clock that doesn't need to set the time turns the second hand, and its owner wakes up early in the morning on its own.

Tick, tick, old Jimmy's snoring is rhythmic.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the handles of the guard's room are turning.

An extremely tall figure appeared in the guard's room.

The dark room was hung with curtains, and the tall figure could only vaguely reveal its existence, although it was difficult to see the face, but the female body was still enough to distinguish. The dark-toned clothes seem to fit closely, and reminiscent of the weather in London in April, it is estimated that it should be a combination of leggings and an elderly pullover.

With a silent footstep, it took only one minute and thirty seconds for the extremely tall woman to find the key to the archives.

The door to the archives room is at the end of the guard's room, and the walls of the cubicle were built twenty years ago, and although there is no technical content at all, the drawings for the painting were designed by the creative director of the office himself.

With a click, the door opened softly, and the girl quietly walked inside.

Through the beam of the flashlight on her wrist, the girl clearly saw the classification principles of the archives, apparently in alphabetical order, which really helped her. The shelf of the letter A is in the nearest position, and the blueprint from half a year ago is also a recent information, so she doesn't need to go far to find her goal.

Soon, she found the general location, but the shelves were too low, and she had to squat down completely to flip through them, as she was the same height as a normal man.

Bag after file, marked with the most detailed information, and in less than a minute, with the light of the flashlight, she found her target efficiently and quickly.

"Exeter Computer Research Centre ......"

Looking at the name of this line of printer mimeographs, smelling the stale smell of the surrounding archives that can only be found in the archive room, the girl's rosy lips picked up proudly under the light of the yellow beam. (To be continued.) )