All the failures in history are because they did not make a timely decision to eliminate the threat after discovering a small threat, and people who learn from history will not make the same mistake.

Yi Ersan, who was almost equivalent to Gao Dasong's deputy in the Battle of Fu'an, had a great possibility of knowing the secrets of the state like Gao Dasong, but he did not mutiny or rebel like Gao Dasong, but pretended not to know anything.

Why is that?

It shows that he may have more far-reaching plans, and the more far-reaching his plans, the greater the harm to the country in the future, so he must die, and let him die in defeat, otherwise the people will sympathize with him as a "young hero" and make other public opinion come out.

As for bringing them into the system, that would be tantamount to raising tigers.

If you want to make people desperate, first make them crazy.

The bright world has no boundaries in sight, tall buildings support the sky, and the huge red cross symbol on the upper floor of the First Hospital is particularly eye-catching.

The gun-type needleless syringe pressed on Zhou Nan's arm, and then made a "poof" sound, and then the figure was stunned for a moment and lifted the quilt on the hospital bed.

On the bed, it was a doll.

At this time, a van truck of a cleaning company carrying hospital bed towels drove up the road from the hospital yard and headed west.

Every day, all the sheets, sheets, pillowcases and other fabrics that need to be washed in the hospital will be transported by the cleaning company to the "housekeeping" town in the suburbs in the afternoon, washed and dried overnight, and then transported back to the hospital the next morning. So washing the company's car will not arouse anyone's suspicion.

In the driver's seat, there is a young man with a colorful cockscomb head, and if you look closely, you can't be the model bad taxi driver who picked up Zhou Nan at the train station. In the passenger seat was a forty-year-old uncle with a pipe in his mouth and a scruffy beard.

"Dude, I still want to complain about your pipe." Cockscomb looked at the co-pilot's uncle with a sympathetic look, "If you can't smoke it, don't hold it." ”

"You know what, it's called temperament."

Looking at the middle-aged man's furrow-like wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his rough and yellowish skin, and his beard, which he hadn't dealt with for a few days, the young man with the colorful cockscomb couldn't help but complain: "The temperament is so good." ”

Because smoking pollutes the air and the environment, and tobacco production also occupies farmland, the yield of tobacco is extremely low, and the average person has no quota at all. On top of that, not many people smoke at all.

Located in the western suburbs, the town of "housekeeping", located 1.5 kilometers northwest of the Ninth Military Academy, as the name of the town, is mainly engaged in housekeeping and municipal services, such as: washing clothes, bed sheets, cups, road cleaning, and green belt tidying.

Although things like bed sheets can be completely machine cleaned, there are some places that are stained with particularly dirty dirt, and can only be washed by hand, not by machine. If robots are used for road cleaning, the probability of causing car accidents is far greater than that of manual work, and the same is true for green belt management, which can never replace humans in those jobs that require flexible and temporary judgment.

The "housekeeping" town is not large, with only one street and more than a dozen low-rise houses. At night, only managers live here, but during the day it is a distribution center for the city's "domestic service workers", mainly engaged in jobs on call or where the work place changes at the request of customers, such as house cleaning, nannies, nurses, nail salons, etc., with a total of more than 200 people, basically from the village on the wall a kilometer away. At the fabric washing factory, about 50 people gather every day.

When this van truck drove into the factory, there were already more than a dozen identical trucks, and they came to the city's hospitals, hotels, and inns. The sheets and quilts in the truck are dumped directly onto the picking platform, and then five employees divide the transferred fabrics into two categories: machine wash and hand wash in front of the tracks.

Machine washing is the use of only 20 washing machines twice as large as household washing machines to clean centrally, the machine is too small to be inefficient, too large to wash clean, so this kind of washing machine in the factory is a balance.

Hand washing is the same as everyone remembers, a worker in front of a large basin with a diameter of one meter, and then one by one to rub off the stains, and then throw it into the washing machine to wash again.

Maybe it's because life underground is so tight that people simply don't have the energy and resources to study: how to do laundry. For most three-generation families, the society they remember may not have changed much.

There is no GDP, no per capita wages, has the standard of living improved or regressed in 50 years? The vague memory that is gradually crushed due to old age is not clear at all. As for the materials of 200 years of modern history, it is simply not visible to ordinary people, and there is almost no content on these topics on TV and the Internet.

This is an era without modern history.

Due to the failure of the conveyor tracks, today's picking operation is twice as slow as before, and the large amount of fabric that is piled up on the picking platform is no longer able to increase the number of fabrics, so the van drives to a parking area with a green floating plastic assembly floor, waiting for the picking platform to be emptied.

The truck went back and forth several times at an awkward angle, and finally reversed into a reserved parking space surrounded by cars on three sides, and scraped with other cars during the process.

"Hey, hey, there's still valuables in the car, are you new to the road?" The uncle with the cigarette butt complained about it, while the colorful cockscomb head brother on the side was sweating profusely and holding the steering wheel cautiously.

"I'm a newbie!"

When the car pulled into the parking space, several more cars arrived, completely enclosing it in the middle of the car. The distance between the front and rear of the vehicle is less than one meter.

There are a total of 24 "social assessment cameras" inside the factory, which are spread around the factory and on the ceiling, and the layout is in the shape of a "back" when you stand in the sky and look down on it. The images captured by the camera of the factory and the working status of the workers are automatically monitored and evaluated by a computer program to better evaluate the social contribution.

Every corner of the factory is in the camera's field of view, but there is a single blind spot, or one that has been successfully created.

The gap of less than one meter between the rear of that van and the front of another vehicle is a blind spot. Even though there are cameras on the ceiling, at this angle, due to angle restrictions and artificial vehicle occlusion, a "non-visible space" is formed behind the car that is 2 meters long, 80 centimeters wide, and 2.1 meters high.

The cockscomb and the pipe-smoking uncle got out of the car and walked towards the back of the car, at this time their figures were still completely exposed to the cameras on the ceiling above the slope, and when they turned the corner to the back of the car, they were nowhere to be found in all the cameras.

There is a small door behind the van that resembles a sliding door in the home, and when the door is opened, the cockscomb head gets in.

At the same time, the plastic assembly floor at the feet of the middle-aged man with a pipe is cocked, revealing jigsaw-like jagged edges and corners. Then a hand came out of the ground and moved the plastic floor under the car, revealing an underground cave about 1 meter long and about 70 centimeters wide, or the entrance to the secret room.

There was a woman standing in the vertical underground entrance, and if Ijizo was here, he would have remembered her.

It's the researcher who asked to take a photo with Yi Ersan in the research institute under the earth before. But unlike what she saw before, she now doesn't wear glasses, and her hairstyle is a slightly curly short bob instead of straight shoulder-length hair.

"Big beauty is coming." Princess Cockscomb walked out of the back door with a sleeping little girl in a hospital gown.

That's right, it's Zhou Nan.

"Good work." The woman said in a slightly cold voice and hugged Zhou Nan from the arms of the cockscomb.

Zhou Nan's body just passed through the narrow underground entrance, and because the woman was holding Zhou Nan with both hands, facing the "stairs" made of steel bars on the vertical ground, she could only rely on the friction between her back and the cave wall to keep her body balanced, and go deeper into the ground step by step.

The rough walls of the cave pressed against the back of the thin clothes, and the destructive force caused by the friction was terrifying.

After about five meters deep, the woman stopped continuing to descend, and almost at the same time, Uncle Pipe on the ground casually stretched out his foot and kicked the assembled floor under the car into the hole, and the edge was like a puzzle like a jagged and jagged plastic spliced floor perfectly embedded in the gap at the hole.

The cave was pitch black, but after only a few seconds, a light appeared beneath his feet.

It was a space of more than 30 square meters, with a simple light bulb glowing overhead, two beds against the wall on the left, a row of cabinets in front of it, and about two large men sitting on either side of a small table in the middle, and nothing else.

No toilet, no bathroom, no other furniture.

"The mission was successful." As she spoke, the woman carried Zhou Nan to the bed and covered her with a quilt.

The two people behind her stared at her bleeding back, her clothes were worn out, and the underwear straps were directly exposed, turning a blind eye to the temptation of blood, and the two of them showed their apologies.

"Yuxiu, I'm sorry, we can't hold people down in our size." It was a bald-headed middle-aged man who spoke, although it is like this now, but it is said that five years ago he was a handsome man, and he was also a major general in the army! From a family, named: Chu Society.

Another man with an explosive head blushed slightly, was about 30 years old, and the sleeve of his left arm was empty. He was once Yi Ersan's comrade-in-arms, one of the soldiers who survived the Battle of Fu'an, his name: Han Yu

"Don't worry about me, let's discuss what to do next." The woman named Yuxiu also sat down, her brows furrowed, "The military is already planning to force Yi Er San to rebel." ”

"He should know the truth, but he doesn't want to stay in the system, that's why the people above want to kill people." The bald Chu She said.

"No one is Yi Ersan's opponent, and he can't be assassinated, so he can only fabricate charges." Han Yu's muscles stiffened due to anger, "Everyone in the Battle of Fu'an, I'm afraid they are all in danger. ”