"Huh?! …… Sister, are you crazy?? We're going up to the eighth floor?! "My brother looked at me with a neurotic expression.

"But there are no roads to go up now, what else can we do but climb the wall?" I know how ridiculous my proposal is. But special treatment is special under special circumstances......

"This ......," my brother choked on me and looked at me with an aggrieved expression, "but to climb to the top of the eighth floor without any safety measures like this is a joke with your own life......

"I know. I'm just proposing......" I replied as I looked at the part of the building's staircase. In fact, if I were to climb up to the eighth floor from the outer wall, I guess I would have refused.

"Speaking of which, this kind of building is usually equipped with a special escape road for fire alarms...... If you look for it again, you will definitely find a path that you can go up. I encouraged, and then I took the lead to run to the place that would normally be used as a special escape route for fire alarms, only to be confronted with a large wall of white flowers - nothing.

How so? I was very confused. So how do the people in this building usually go up and down?

"Otherwise, that's the only way to go -- let's 'create' a way up ourselves." The younger brother clasped his hands together and said, "Let's find some rope or something on this floor first, and then find a way to tie it to the ceiling ourselves......"

I was already laughing and crying: tied to the ceiling with ropes...... It's up to him to think of such an unreliable method.

But it's finally come to this point, and I'm forced to get stuck here. It's really unwilling......

Before I could be reconciled for long, suddenly there was a loud bang not far away, and then the ceiling in front of us cracked with a "click", and a pile of cement and stone mixed with flying lime powder fell in front of us.

It seems that there is something strange mixed up at the same time.

"Ahem, ahem......" We were all choked by the dust that suddenly came from the pavement, and we coughed while trying to sweep away the dust with our hands.

Finally the dust was dispersed, and we were surprised to see a man sitting on top of the fallen ruins.

A man in a lab coat.

At this moment, he was ignoring the terrible environment around him, and he was excitedly recording something in the notebook in his hand, and he kept muttering something strangely in his mouth, "The 1426th experiment...... Explosive ...... Interesting finds......" and other intermittent suspicious words.

Be...... Crazy experimenter? Or terrorists? ……

Still is......

Infected person?!

My brother and I were on guard at the same time.

But the man apparently didn't notice us. After recording the data he wanted, he beckoned to the hole in the ceiling.

After that, a huge robotic arm reached out of the hole. Grabbed him and dragged him back upstairs - my brother and I stood dumbfounded and watched.

…… No wonder they don't need stairs or anything......

Seeing that the man was about to ascend completely. I hurriedly took a step forward and shouted at him, "Hello!! Excuse me...... Can you take us to the eighth floor? ”

The mechanical arm stopped, then spun in our direction.

The man looked at us curiously: "Who are you?" Why go to the 8th floor? ”

I looked at him hesitantly, not knowing whether to tell him about volunteering...... Who knows if he can be trusted? Anyway, from the current point of view, he is indeed very suspicious......

"If you don't speak, then I'll go up! My time is precious. The man shrugged his shoulders indifferently. With a wave of his hand. The robotic arm began to slowly rise again.

"Wait!! …… All right. I say. I gritted my teeth and shouted, "I was recruited to volunteer!! I'm going to the eighth floor to find an agency to recruit volunteers......"

"Haha! Sure enough. The man waved his hand again. The mechanical arm stopped again. I saw him smirk.

Looks like you're asking the right person? When I saw him like that, I couldn't help but ask, "...... Are you in a volunteer organization? ”

The man kept his smile and didn't answer my question, but asked me, "Can you tell me how you got your address here?" And why did you guess that it was a volunteer recruitment? It must have been just a letter that appeared in an inexplicable place, with only an address written on it, and nothing else clearly marked, right? ”

...... I hesitated again, how did he know this? Could he be the one who sent the letter? Or did he ever receive such a letter?

"Don't worry, I'm not your enemy. You can rest assured that you will tell me everything that is in your heart. The man waved his arm down again, then walked up to us in a few steps himself, and said to us with an arrogant expression, "Because if it were, you wouldn't be standing here unharmed right now—you're no match for me at all." ”

"Sister, he's a good middle school......" My brother whispered to me after two seconds of silence behind me.

Obviously, he also heard it, and immediately "snorted" from his nostrils, hooked the corner of his lips and said, "You can come over and try to see if I am a secondary school or really have strength." ”

As soon as I heard this, I was not happy: "What an old man, do you have a sense of accomplishment in bullying children?" ”

The man didn't seem to want to dwell too much on this topic, and with a nonchalant look, he turned to me and asked me again, "So, are you going to tell me?" How the hell did you get here? ”

"......" I glanced back at my brother, and he had a "I don't trust him" expression, so I turned back to the man and said, "I still can't trust you." Unless you can give me more proof of your identity, I'd rather find another way with my brother to get there. Sorry to bother. ”

After saying that, he nodded at him, and then pulled his younger brother and turned around to leave.

The man scratched his head helplessly, scolded in a low voice, and as soon as he raised his hand, he beckoned the other two mechanical arms to grab us separately and lift us into the air at once.

My brother and I screamed, but we didn't dare to struggle vigorously for fear of falling, and watched as our feet farther and farther off the ground. I closed my eyes in fear - I guess what we just said angered the man, so he now wants to kill us with this mechanical arm.

only heard the man's helpless voice: "Hey, why are young people so impatient now." Really, I'm not happy to ask a few more words. (To be continued.) )