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I dialed back from the number on the screen, and the other party was no longer answering.

The elevator was still rising, and by the time I paced anxiously around the elevator, it had risen to the first floor.

When Mrs. Zhu is in trouble, Yu Bing will pack up her things and find a way out, just wait for Mrs. Zhu to die, take away these headless accounts together, and escape to the ends of the earth with a lot of money.

"Who can move Mrs. Bamboo? Who will do it to Mrs. Bamboo right now? Could it be Qi Mei?" is the most direct guess I can make.

After spending a while by the underground ice lake, my whole body was pierced by the cold and even numb and painful, and even my brain was stiffened.

Madame Bamboo is in charge of the "Mirror Room", which must contain a lot of top-secret information that few people know, and the soul decomposition function of the "Mirror Room" constantly generates new and authentic materials. Comparing the old and new materials one by one, deleting the complicated and simplifying, it is easy to produce the most valuable "real historical materials" and completely restore the truth of the world.

This kind of information is the most urgent in black and white, so the existence of the "mirror room" has become quite subtle.

In today's Internet era of big data and cloud information, whoever has the truth will become the operator who absolutely controls the situation.

The emergence of the "mirror room", in the environment of "pictures and truths, big data speaking, video of emergencies, and live broadcast by the whole people", every day of existence, it will become more and more the focus of competition between the major forces of black and white.

If we predict to the future, the "Mirror Room" will surely become a pearl in the eyes of the world's superpowers because of its absolute leading position in "soul research", and of course it may also be a "thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh".

Those who possess it are eager to let it be renewed a hundred times overnight, to expand its leading advantage to endless and limitless, so that those who come after it will not be able to catch up even if they try their best to catch up; those who do not have it are eager for a devastating explosion in the "mirror room" in the next second, erasing it from the earth without leaving a trace, so that all the super-powerful forces will once again stand on the same starting line.

In other words, the "mirror room" has become a rope of tug-of-war between the major forces. At both ends of it, I don't know how many invisible forces are joining in one after another, playing this real game of "soul decomposition and redefining history".

The "mirror room" is the machine, and the bamboo lady is the "person".

The 21st century is a new era in which machines are gradually replacing people, so as long as Mrs. Zhu hands over the key to control the "mirror room", then she will be replaced at any time, and she will be killed by a headshot at any time.

Can she fight again, can she beat the special forces death squad of the superpower?

This time, I had to save her because I had already heard part of the truth from Yu Bing.

Outside the building, the sun was shining brightly.

Through the fence covered with vines, I could see the students hurrying on campus in the distance.

They must not have imagined that when they run around the dormitory, classroom, and canteen every day, just below the large playground, a complex and far-reaching "mirror room" is operating day and night. Even if the "Mirror Room" cannot influence the fate of people and the city now, in the near future, it will definitely have this great ability to make the city soar into the sky. Or, on the contrary, to plunge the city into a miserable situation from which it will never recover.

Up and down, good and bad, are all in the mind of the leader.

When I walked to the moon bush on the west side of the building's entrance, a black Honda SUV drove by.

Before the car stopped, four young men with sturdy bodies jumped down and ran towards the building. When they run, their steps are light and fast, and there is almost no sound, and they know at a glance that they are very clever practitioners.

I saw from afar, as soon as the four of them entered the door, their hands reached into their arms, and each pulled out a short gun.

The buggy stopped for a moment, then reversed away and drove out of the gate. Except for the less obvious tire prints on the ground, the four people in this car did not leave more traces for analysis.

I thought of what Yu Bing said, and I was almost 100% sure that these four gunmen were going for Mrs. Bamboo.

"Madam Zhu is in trouble! Is it King Qin's people or Qi Mei who want to kill her?" I couldn't figure it out for a while, but I didn't delay and immediately entered the hall.

The gunmen had already taken the elevator down, and according to the number of floors on the screen, they had reached the eighth basement floor, which was the one above Mrs. Bamboo's office.

I don't take the elevator, I run down the walking ladder.

It doesn't matter if Mrs. Zhu dies alone, but the entire "Mirror Room" will be defeated, all kinds of ghosts will lose their restraint, and all of them will rise upward, and the people of Jinan will suffer.

To do this, I must do everything in my power to save Lady Bamboo and thwart the assassin's plot.

In less than three minutes, I was already in the corridor outside the elevator on the eighth basement floor.

The corridor was silent, and there was no sign of the gunman.

I paused for a few seconds, discerning my bearings, and immediately sprinted forward against the right side of the hallway.

As I expected, the eight-storey and ninth-story buildings were all the same, and in the location of Mrs. Bamboo's office, there was also an identical office, and the eerie laughter of the eyebrows was coming from the half-open door.

After the laughter was over, he continued: "Mrs. Bamboo, I told you a long time ago that it is the most correct way to dry up and fish, but you don't listen. Now, even the superiors have spoken, what else do you have to excuse yourself? unless- unless you want to disobey the orders of the superiors? In that case, you are killing yourself, and the gods will not be able to save you, hehehehe......"

I am familiar with Qi Mei's voice, and when I was at the funeral home, although he deliberately kept a humble and low-key state, I could still see that he was not an ordinary person who was willing to live under people for a long time.

True humility is fundamentally different from pretended modesty, and if you look closely, you can always find the nuances.

"You think too highly of me, disobey the orders of your superiors? I don't have the guts. Mrs. Bamboo replied.

Qi Mei immediately answered: "Okay, then follow the orders on the oracle, fish with all your might, smoke the ice lake completely, and see where the 'Divine Appearance Water Mirror' is hidden?"

The lake is so deep and hundreds of meters low that it is necessary to have an underground pit with the volume to drain it, and the pumping of water is not an overnight task and takes some time.

Of course, the simplest and most crude way for humans to get something under the water is to drain the entire lake to achieve the purpose of killing chickens and eggs.

Listening to Qi Mei's statement, he seems to believe that the "Divine Water Mirror" is at the bottom of the lake.

"That will take at least a year. Mrs. Bamboo replied.

"That's nothing. Qi Mei said lightly, "It's the 21st century, manpower, material resources, and financial resources are not a problem, as long as the goal is set, you just let me exchange a position for Qianfoshan and Daming Lake, and I dare to agree." Mrs. Bamboo, the biggest difference between me and you is that you always emphasize difficulties, and I am here to solve them. You say, with your escapist work attitude, when will you really be able to prop up the girder of the 'mirror room'?"

One year is not a long time, but with the current level of science and technology, it is indeed possible to drain the ice lake to explore the bottom and find treasure.

"This is a big deal, and I want to ask my superiors again. Mrs. Bamboo said firmly.

Qi Mei sneered: "Okay, if you want to ask for advice, call quickly, my people can't wait to enter the site to start work." ”

There was a pause in the office, but I didn't hear Mrs. Bamboo talking on the phone.

Later, it was Qi Mei who broke the silence: "What are you staring at me for?" Mrs. Zhu, this is what the top means, I am only an executor, and I can't change the facts." ”

Mrs. Zhu let out a laugh and sighed: "Mr. Qi, I suddenly figured out one thing - there is only one reason why you are in a hurry to pump water to hunt for treasure, that is, the information says that you have a good friend and good brother who disappeared into the water, and you must go through some complicated scheduling arrangements to find him back." You are very clever, according to the principle that people go to higher places and water flows to lower places, you hollowed out this side, and the people who disappeared in the water will of course follow the movement of the water veins. On the surface, you say that you are doing things for the top. ”

If I'm not mistaken, Mrs. Bamboo is referring to Geshu Feitian, the man who disappeared into the underground supermarket.

Qi Mei was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed, laughing and applauding: "Mrs. Bamboo, I have to admire your imagination, what you said is really wonderful, hahahaha......"

Mrs. Zhu responded coldly: "I have won the award, I only summed this point through the analysis of massive data and the various suspicious performances you have been doing. ”

Qi Mei asked aggressively: "If I really want to do this, will you cooperate?"

Mrs. Zhu sneered: "Impossible, let's die this heart." ”

Qi Mei immediately revealed his fierce expression: "I can't die, but there is a solution, that is, you die and let someone else sit in your seat." Now, the eighth floor is full of my people, and I can do whatever I want, and when I write a report afterwards, I can write whatever I want—"

Mrs. Bamboo replied word by word: "I am not mistaken, you have really become a lackey of the Japanese." ”

Qi Mei sneered: "Everyone else can do it, why can't I? Don't believe it, you ask the people outside, can he do it?"

I was shocked, but there was no shield in the hallway, and even if I retreated, I would be seen by someone who came out of the office.

In this case, it is better to simply go in generously and confront Qi Mei head-on.

I straightened up, held the phone, strode forward, and pushed the door in.

In the office, Mrs. Bamboo sat opposite Qi Mei, with a large desk in between.

The interior furnishings are different from those of the office on the ninth floor, except for a table and two chairs, and hundreds of maps are densely pasted on the four walls, from the root of the wall to the roof, and the four walls are tightly pasted.

Qi Mei changed into a straight cyan suit, his hair was carefully combed back to his head, and his hair and feet were neatly brushed to his ears.

This meticulous image is much more solemn and solemn than the last time I saw him, and it can be seen that he must have come to the "Mirror Room" today to negotiate with Madame Bamboo in order to achieve some kind of private purpose.

As the "first guest in the provincial capital", he usually shows people with an easy-going, relaxed, humble and low-key image. Only in this way will others ignore his ambition and ability and let their guard down against him.

Now that he has changed his dress, it is likely that he has shown his determination to stop forbearance and be himself again.

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