Twenty minutes later, Jill followed Caroline to a 180-meter-high, 49-storey, bullet-like Securities Building, which had been diagonally and irregularly cut off part of the dome and most of the curtain wall by an unknown external force. The building was in tatters, but the streets around the week were very clean, there was not a single piece of broken glass on it, there were no walls that had been cut or smashed and fallen, and even the floor tiles were intact. Obviously, it was repaired by man, but for some reason, the building has not been demolished for a long time, and it stands there, which looks particularly desolate.

Jill and Caroline entered through the gate on their feet.

The inside was a mess, with large and small debris and steel frames scattered all over the large and small passages on the first floor, making it difficult for Jill to walk. Thankfully, Caroline used her "cat ears" to make an aisle that was neither wide nor narrow, and also left him with a message about where to go. He deliberately walked slower to avoid being noticed.

He slowly approached the center of the building. This is a circular core consisting of stairs, elevators, fire elevators, toilets and other auxiliary rooms, which have been damaged to varying degrees. The spiral staircase was cracked and fractured by heavy objects, but it was the only way he could get to the upper floor.

He stepped on it, and the stairs instantly made a "creaking" sound, which turned his mood to the highest, for fear that he would step on the air next. When he encounters a fault, he slows down and lightens his pace as much as possible and steps through. One minute later, he reached the second floor. The core of the second floor had been chiseled through, and standing at the top of the staircase, he could clearly see six horizontal strip branches of the circular area in a vector distribution of gears. Each branch is an ordinary office area, and the desks and office instruments on it are messily upside down or broken into pieces, and the broken windows show a depressed scene.

The third to sixteenth floors are the same structure as the second floor. Each floor spirals around each floor, creating a twisted atrium between the branches, filling the building with natural elements. The 17th floor is an indoor park, and the 18th to 32nd floors are another cycle.

On the west side of the 33rd floor of the indoor park, Jill found Caroline, who was sitting at the ends of a two-meter-long wooden bench with a stout man with an iron arm and a short-sleeved hooded sweatshirt. An inch in front of the toes of the two is the building wall, but the scenery is unique.

Jill quietly hid behind a sculpture called "Time Travel" ten meters southwest of the two of them, holding her breath and trying to find out what they were saying. The male voice is very strange, like coming from a robot, and the initials are very soft, giving people the feeling that the robot is malfunctioning.

"I love it and hope to come back more often in the future...... 35 Orange Street, this is the sincerity of my cooperation. ”

"I'll think about it." Caroline stood up.

"Don't you need me to give you a ride?" The man snapped his fingers, and with the chirping of an eagle, a huge eagle flapped its wings from far and near—its body was filled with metallic luster—hovering in the air in front of his toes a meter lower than thirty-three floors of the ground. He got up slowly, jumped on the eagle's back with a stride, and rode away with the wind.

Jill thought back to last night's scene, and it turned out that this was the real appearance of the big bird he had seen in the tail of the ship last night, no wonder its eyes flashed red in the night. Seeing Caroline turn around, he quickly collected his thoughts, squatted down and walked quickly to the staircase, and then trotted back from the thirty-third floor to the first floor.

Next, he plans to use the remaining $177.5 to buy a decent set of clothes for Caroline's Chinese food appointment.

He wasn't sure that the overall pattern of New York hadn't changed, so he asked someone for directions. Ten minutes later, he turned a corner and walked down a road lined with medium-sized elm trees that looked like broccoli. At a glance, he saw a hundred meters ahead of Caroline leaning against the locomotive on the left side of the road, and patted him on the back seat of the locomotive.

How did this 100 meters become so long? As she walked, Jill struggled to figure out what form they should begin their conversation, "What a coincidence! "When did you find me?" Or "I didn't mean to stalk you." ”。 walked up to the other party, and was just about to speak, but was robbed of the right to speak: "I don't care why you're here." ”

She got on the locomotive one by one, and said in a slightly playful voice: "Get in the car, I'll take you somewhere." ”

It turned out that Caroline had found the taxi following her shortly after leaving the Turrett Abbey, but she couldn't figure out who it was. Entering the Securities Building, she hid for a while, and after discovering that the person she was following was Jill, the emotions brewing in her heart were not only surprised, but also inexplicably happy. Along the way from the first floor to the thirty-third floor, she used "cat ears" to clear the way while deliberately leaving traces, just to make it easier for Jill to find herself. As she expected, the mysterious man discovers Jill. To make sure the negotiations continued, she told the mysterious man that Jill was her own man, and if he didn't feel at ease, he could choose another time. The mysterious man compromised.

The sincerity given by the mysterious man is only about the address of the survivors of the explosion of the Securities Building that occurred half a month ago. The next thing she has to do is to verify the authenticity of this sincerity.

Pulling Jill in because she thought Jill could just help.

Orange Street is very close to the Securities Building, and it only takes 5 minutes to drive by motorcycle. The whole Orange Street is lined with brownstone houses, and there are three kinds of people living here: drug addicts, artists, and gay people.

The brownstone house at No. 35 is white, and it has a feeling of standing out from the crowd compared to the one next to it. The entrance is a monotonous aluminum-framed glass door, which is locked backwards. "I'll come." Caroline took out the "cat ear" and heated it, then inserted it into the keyhole, melting the cylinder into a puddle of water. The door opened outwards without making any sound.

"Watch out for the infrared under your feet." Caroline reminded her that Jill noticed a faint ankle-high infrared ray on the footline bricks at the end of the entryway, and he learned to raise his legs and straddle over.

It was empty and clean, but there was no light shining through, which made the whole room very oppressive and stuffy.

The two of them walked up the stairs. Caroline was wary and didn't want to let go of any movement; Under her influence, Jill also became cautious, measuring how fast and with every step he needed to step up the next step. Halfway through, a drop of cold liquid fell onto the back of Jill's neck, making him shiver.

He slowly twisted and looked up. A serpentine beast with a thick bowl mouth, a ring of nickel-rhenium superalloy and a pair of horns hung from the second floor, staring at him with red eyes and malice.

The shape-shaped beast spat out an iron letter, and the liquid continued to seep down the two fangs, accumulating more and more, and maybe it would break through the limit and drip down at some point. Far away, Jill could smell the pungent rancid stench coming from the beast's mouth, which made his brain swell. Out of instinct, he hurried to the second floor.

"Little long worm!" Caroline turned, and her first reaction was that an arc of light flew from the Dasher's eyes, but only a small black mark was left on it.

The shaped beast began to fight back: it curled its tail and burst out like a spring, attacking Jill with its large, sharp, jagged mouth; Seeing Caroline holding the preheated "cat ear" in the middle, it immediately changed the color of its body in sections, blending in with the environment of the house, so as to take the opportunity to twist its neck and spare Caroline.

"Your opponent is me." Caroline slammed her hands into the left side of the wall at shoulder level. She could really feel the "cat ears" piercing through something and into the wall. What followed was a violent forward momentum and a faint smell of burnt smell that came from the "cat's ears" to her forearm.

At the same time, in order to avoid the shape-shaped beast, Jill fell forward and broke his elbow. When he turned over, he felt a burst of spicy pain in his left calf, and when he turned around and looked down, there were four blood grooves. Moving his gaze to the top of the staircase, he saw two rows of sawtooth clash at him, gravity striking the steps and shattering the planks.

"Why are you still chasing me?" Jill shouted.

"Once the prey is locked, the shape-shaped beast will not choose another target unless the prey is dead."

The link where the beast was pierced has been revealed. In the next second, it violently exerted force, shaking its body up and down with the back of the knife as the fulcrum, trying to break free from the shackles of the knife. As a result, cracks appeared in the walls, which grew larger and wider. Caroline was about to make the next move, but she heard a slamming door from the third floor facing inward, so she eagerly said to Jill, "Go and catch that man." ”

Jill used his right foot as a fulcrum to get up and staggered to the third floor. Halfway through the run, there was another sound of slamming the door, and he gritted his teeth and quickened his pace, as if he couldn't care about his left calf, which was a little numb in pain.

On the third floor there are three rooms, located on the front and left side of a corridor. To save time, he gambled on the inner room on the left, but the door was locked. I slammed the door open, but it was pitch black inside. When he touched the light and was about to press it down, he heard the sound of the wooden board being broken and cracking downstairs, and he paused before pressing it down. This is a darkroom, with a circular operating table in the middle as the dividing line, on one side are placed measuring cylinders, measuring cups, scissors, jars, medicine bottles and other rinsing equipment, and on the other side are placed more than a person-high 3D printer and two digital printers. On the entire wall directly opposite the doorway, about 15 large and small 3D printed films are hung irregularly, some red and black, some blue and white, but they add a touch of color to the monotonous and lifeless darkroom.

He thought, in such an unobstructed room, can you really find a second entrance?

However, as soon as he took a step forward, Jill felt a thin wind blow in his face. After checking with the back of his hand, he found a slit as thin as a sharp needle, tangent to two rolls of film, one red and one white, in the breeze. He pushed forward hard, and the door opened, revealing a staircase more than a meter wide in front of him.

He limped down the stairs. Halfway up the stairs on the first floor, he suddenly heard "Fuck, fuck it!" from below. The sound of invective and kicking the metal shell came out, and he leaned his head out to look down, but couldn't see anything. He felt like he had to run. He used his right foot as a fulcrum and jumped up the steps in three steps and two steps.

But after 3 minutes, he returned to square one, only to realize that he was going around in circles in an infinite corridor. He was teased.

There was another hysterical scream and the sound of metal pounding on the glass.

The most direct and only way to do this is to jump down. That's what he gambled on.

Jill walked down a flight of steps, found a relatively flat angle, stepped on the handrail with his right foot, stood on it, rolled his throat, and jumped down without hesitation. The moment his body was fully opened, he felt the entire floor shake; Two seconds later, a black hole effect appeared in front of his eyes, and by the time he recovered, he had landed on a square life-saving net held in place by four iron stakes.

He turned his body around, only to find that the entire house, the upper and lower floors, was open, without any compartments and columns, and the rooms, corridors, window sills and murals on both sides of the infinite corridor were all made with 3D floating projections. The perimeter of the life-saving net was surrounded by a black cloth that blocked the light from the outside.

As if hearing the movement, Jill suddenly heard a violent knock on the door on his left. He quickly climbed down from the lifenet, lifted the black cloth, and saw the 1.85-meter-described, withered Borg, leaning against the door a little nervously. He could feel that Borg's expression was inexplicably relaxed.

"Who are you?" Borg wondered. His voice sounded decrepit and sickly, uninteresting.

Jill didn't respond, because he really didn't know how to speak.

"Are you here to arrest me, or are you here to kill me?" Borg asked again. As he spoke, he deliberately glared at Jill's tired eyes, trying to intimidate him, but only made his face even more hideous.

"Catch." Jill said dryly.

When Borg heard this, he bent down and picked up a black laser pistol from the ground two steps away from him, and pointed it at Jill: "Then you have to ask me about this gun." The tone was stiff, but it was ruthless.

Jill was ready to gamble again. He walked towards Borg step by step, sonorously and powerfully, and with each step, he could see the glint in Borg's eyes and his hand repositioning the pistol. This made him more confident to go.

After Gil took three steps, Borg finally couldn't help himself: "Don't come again...... Thought I wouldn't shoot? ”

Instead, Jill lunged forward and punched Borg in the stomach.

Borg couldn't stand the force and fell to his knees, but still held the pistol firmly in his hand. Jill half-crouched down and snatched the pistol from Borg's hand to inspect it, and found a tiny groove in the handle of the pistol, which supported his hypothesis: Borg's attempt to escape by shooting the pistol through the locked door was dumb. Later, he tried to use it to smash open the glass, but failed, and in a fit of rage, he threw the pistol into the ground, making a hole in the floor tiles.

"How do you know?" Borg looked at Jill quizzically.

"Guess." He got up, "You just got addicted to drugs, didn't you?" You are sold, and you can't escape no matter what. "Just now, he habitually used his left foot to do an arrow forward, causing the wound to be torn and the pain to increase, but I don't want to spend energy on dealing with him.

He naturally understood the meaning of Jill's words, and although he was resentful, he didn't have the strength to resist at all. He leaned back, leaning back against the door, slowly closing his eyes with a relieved look on his face.

"Jill?" Caroline's voice rang out.

"We're underneath. You can see us by jumping down. Jill replied loudly.

Borg opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes flickering, and a few words came out in a hurry: "Why is she here!" At the same time, he began to comb his messy bangs to the sides, wiped his cheek with one hand—though there was nothing dirty on his face—and buttoned it up, stood up again, and dusted his clothes.

Caroline's entire body straightened when she lifted the black cloth and appeared in front of her. He watched Caroline get closer and closer, and when the other party stood only half a meter away from him, he didn't even dare to gasp for air; He kept twisting his head from side to side, but he couldn't escape Caroline's scorching, murderous gaze. At this moment, he seemed to be humbled to the dust.