Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Serious Man Who Writes a Diary?
(Chapter 37 is trying to rescue, everyone is a little restless, ask for a collection and ask for recommendation votes)
After Shen Weimin's car got into the belly of the mountain, he continued along a wide tunnel road, and before he drove far, the narrow field of vision suddenly opened up.
A space the size of a football field comes into view, and the tall, smooth dome is covered with dense searchlights, illuminating it as if it were daylight.
The space is crisscrossed by elevated passages and suspension bridge tracks, filled with rows of automatic weapon systems, and occasionally a few armed men can be seen patrolling with guns.
Shen Weimin got out of the car and looked at the handling robots and freight trailers that kept walking around, shuttling back and forth, and from time to time a team of patrol soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor walked by, a busy scene.
Shen Weimin looked around and found a group of people gathering in a corner, and there was a middle-aged man standing on the innermost box, forty or fifty years old, with half-white temples, but full of energy, with a serious face, bright eyes, and talking about something in a neutral manner.
"Alright, disband." The middle-aged man noticed Shen Weimin, and after saying a few words, he waved his hand, and the people around him saluted in unison, and then turned around and walked away.
"Old Zhou, it's over there." Shen Weimin watched the middle-aged man come over with a smile, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, skillfully shook out one and handed it over.
Lao Zhou waved his hand and didn't pick it up, "The recovery team has passed, the body is on the way, and it is estimated that there will be results tomorrow morning." β
Shen Weimin saw that Lao Zhou didn't answer, so he ordered one himself, and said with a smile: "Just clean it up, I don't care about the result." β
Lao Zhou didn't follow this topic, turned his head and asked, "How is Qin Tianyuan?" β
"I've got it back." Shen Weimin took a puff lightly and spit out a smoke ring, "Except for scratching a little skin, there is no, and I am very energetic." β
"Oh, it's fine." Lao Zhou nodded, and then fell silent.
"yes, it's fine." Shen Weimin sighed with emotion, "Don't we just hope that everything will be fine every day." β
"How he got into trouble." Lao Zhou suddenly asked.
Shen Weimin spat a little annoyed, "It should be a problem with which program, it doesn't matter, this matter is easy to check, as long as you know how that file got into Qin Tianyuan's hands, there are records." β
"What about David Wei?" Lao Zhou frowned, waved his hand to drive away the smoke in front of him, "You smoke less." β
"I can't smoke it." Shen Weimin took a few more sips disapprovingly, "Wei Dawei's matter is about our, and some people are worried about this case." β
"There's a bit of trouble over there in Eden, they've been nervous since David Wei died." Lao Zhou said softly, "Reliable news, Eden has been engaged in artificial neural technology and brain-computer interfaces. β
"It's normal to be nervous, they have a bunch of inside themselves, and David Wei was either killed by a competitor or died from internal strife." Shen Weimin smiled sarcastically, "Just do it, I don't care if they die." β
As he spoke, a truck with a closed compartment slowly drove over, and a team of people in protective clothing surrounded it, trained to begin testing, opening the compartment, and carrying goods.
Shen Weimin raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Yo, is it neat enough to work?" β
Lao Zhou smiled with satisfaction and pointed to the personnel who were busy, "I heard that there is a new tactical commander this year, who is quite powerful, and he is very optimistic." β
As soon as Shen Weimin heard this, he immediately showed a very interested look, "What kind of powerful method?" β
"Well done." Lao Zhou pointed to the carriage in the distance, "And after he led the team, the casualty rate of the mobile unit dropped to the lowest in history." β
Shen Weimin showed an expression of amazement, "Oh, then you have to take the time to get to know each other, what's your name?" β
"Qin Yufeng."
Shen Weimin thought for a while, frowned and asked, "Is it your real name?" β
Lao Zhou smiled, "Is there a real name for what we do?" β
Shen Weimin nodded, and smiled a little self-deprecatingly, "That's right, even if we people die, we don't dare to engrave our real names on the wall." β
Lao Zhou glanced at Shen Weimin deeply, and said seriously: "We have all sworn that we are willing to remain incognito for the rest of our lives." β
Shen Weimin didn't speak, and took a few puffs of cigarette.
Lao Zhou quickly changed the topic, "The mobile unit said that this case is a bit troublesome, and they are not sure what it is for the time being, and they want us to help." You know, they just do their job, and they're not good at finding people......"
"No matter." Shen Weimin refused directly without thinking about it, "There will always be only one task for our bureau, and other idle matters have nothing to do with us." β
Lao Zhou hesitated a little, "This is not good, the mobile force responds to our needs every time, and is never ambiguous, let's not be very authentic." β
Shen Weimin sneered twice, "They want people, guns and guns, and the capital budget is very broad." What do we have on this cold bench, the staffing can be counted in a slap, what do we rely on to check? Do you rely on Qin Tianyuan? β
Lao Zhou stopped talking, Shen Weimin snuffed out the cigarette butt and put it in his pocket, "Let them wait, when they bump into each other." Alas, Lao Zhou, you said, the reason why we have not been laid off is that the above doesn't remember us at all. β
Lao Zhou still didn't speak, his eyes kept staring at the busy crowd in the distance.
After a while, four people in protective suits came over with boxes, carefully placed them in front of the two of them, and then saluted, "We have already checked, there is no danger, do the two directors need to open it and take a look?" β
Lao Zhou nodded, and the person wearing a protective suit quickly opened the box, revealing the wrapped corpse inside. The corpse's face was hideous, as if it had suffered from something fearful, and its eyes were wide and terrifying.
Lao Zhou suddenly asked, "Lao Shen, do you say that there are ghosts in this world?" β
Shen Weimin smiled with some disdain, "There are no ghosts in the world, there are ghosts in people's hearts." β
Lao Zhou didn't speak, and looked melancholy at the iron box in the distance, which contained several other corpses.
The dim light of the base reflected on the faces of the deceased, and those distorted and terrifying faces looked extremely strange, as if they were silently mocking.
The director waved his hand, "Let's go into storage." β
Four men in hazmat suits closed the lid of the iron box, fastened the intricate mechanical locks, and then lifted themselves up and stepped into a deep storeroom, followed by several groups of men who were also carrying the boxes.
The director watched the porters enter the depths of the warehouse, then looked at the nearly half-meter-thick door, turned around and walked to the elevator in the distance.
The iron boxes were placed and exited the warehouse, and the heavy door was closed, and the closed door was painted with white paint with four large characters - No. 7 warehouse.
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Qin Tianyuan, who had been tossing for a day, looked a little tired, and was pulled to the archives by Yin Rong in a daze with his head down.
"Well, what are we doing here?" Qin Tianyuan woke up suddenly, and looked at the surrounding environment in surprise, "Didn't you say take me home, why did you pull me to the archives again." β
Yin Rong said lightly: "Your new home is still being cleaned up, and there is no one to live in for the time being, you can rest here for one night tonight, and then talk about it tomorrow." β
Qin Tianyuan was a little unhappy, but he didn't dare to say it in front of Yin Rong, so he had to silently follow Yin Rong into the office.
"You'll be here for one night, and I'll arrange you a new place to live tomorrow." Yin Rong pointed to the simple folding bed on the ground, casually threw a blanket to Qin Tianyuan, turned his head and walked out.
Qin Tianyuan looked at the blanket and the bare folding bed in his hand, and sighed in his heart, did you go out today and didn't look at the yellow calendar, one after another.
When Qin Tianyuan was complaining, Yin Rong suddenly turned back and slapped a cowhide notebook in Qin Tianyuan's arms, "Oh yes, this is your thing, don't put this kind of personal belongings everywhere in the future, I put it away for you." β
Qin Tianyuan looked down and saw that it was his own diary, which actually fell into Yin Rong's hands.
"There are still people who keep a diary these days." Yin Rong smiled, and the expression on his face was a little meaningful.
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I wrote it too much yesterday.,Code two three-thousand-word chapters.,Give the readers a benefit.,But today I found that a chapter is gone.,I'm in a bad mood.,This thing is very SchrΓΆdinger's standard.,I have to guess slowly.,Slowly try to change.γ
The mood is really angry, because I can't think of where I violated the law, and I can't think of it.