Without the hustle and bustle of the day, Pine Creek City at night looks unusually cold. www.biquge.info In the gentle evening breeze, the flat-roofed or domed-top houses are stacked and scattered, resembling undulating hills. In the administrative district south of the city, the military hospital, which had been forced to seal off the gate earlier, was now like a giant beast dormant in the mountains, and Eko was in its belly.

Because it was long past bedtime, the entire building was almost dark, and only a few rooms near the hallway still had a faint light. The dense shadows and the black clothes borrowed from Rosalyn became Ekko's best cover for a while. He went smoothly to the lobby of the military hospital, only to see that there were only two lamps lit in the hall facing the door, and the light was gathered on the desk in the center of the room, shining on the two military doctors who were chatting happily.

Echo listened to the conversation for a while, thinking that perhaps she could learn about Sean and Durag from their words, but unfortunately, the two of them were complaining about their teachers behind their backs, and the most valuable words they talked about were only related to the people during the day.

After a few moments, one of them yawned and left, and in the whole hall, only a young military doctor with short brown hair was left writing papers, but this man was not attentive, and from time to time he leaned out from behind the documents and looked around. Ekor saw a brooch shaped like an iris pinned to his chest, and immediately walked to the light. His sudden appearance seemed to startle the other party, and the young medic stood up suddenly, and the quiet lobby suddenly resounded with the screeching sound of seats touching the floor.

"You're here!, uh, let's not introduce each other, okay? After all, I use a pseudonym, so you might as well just call me a pseudonym, okay?" the man asked, looking embarrassed.

Seeing him propping up his desk with one hand and coincidentally holding down the payment of a document, Ekor couldn't help but smile, "You can call me 'no problem.'" ”

This is a rather kind answer, which relieved the pseudonym. He turned his head to look at the wall clock on the wall, then put away a few papers on the table and walked down the aisle with the lamp in hand.

As Eko followed him through the narrow passage with the examination rooms on either side, the man remained silent. However, when they went down to the ground by the elevator, the man suddenly blocked the doorway and did not go out.

"Uh, I guess, you have your own rules for doing things, don't cause trouble for others, or something?" The pseudonym glanced at Ekor with some trepidation, his deliberately muffled voice sounding indistinct in the basement hallway, but the meaning of these words was not difficult to guess - the man was worried that if the matter was revealed, he would be involved in himself.

To be fair, this concern was not unreasonable, after all, Rosherine's earlier arrangement was to contact the Devil Dagger's people to make some trouble. At that moment, there was nothing to do with this person at all. He could have watched the show while still being paid double in peace -- the salary paid by the military hospital and the pay paid by some politician to spy on the military. And now, the situation has suddenly changed, and the pseudonym has to take an outsider to steal confidential documents under the instructions of his superiors, and this time, he has become an accomplice to the thieves...... However, he was so naïve that he wanted to rely on verbal assurances to clear up the relationship?

"The White Sparrow does have three commandments, one of which is that we can't use violence to steal information from others or force others to help us, so if you regret it......" Ekor sneered and reached for the joystick of the elevator.

This action annoyed the pseudonym, and he grabbed Eko's arm, smiled and let go, "You're really thinking too much! I just hope, uh, that you'll listen to me a few words before you get to work, so that you can save yourself a lot of trouble." ”

"Okay. Ekor shrugged her shoulders.

After a short sigh, he stepped out of the elevator under a pseudonym, "Listen, I shouldn't have gone down to this floor, let alone let people see me wandering around the archives, after all, the places where I work are the upstairs examination rooms and wards...... In a moment, I'll make up a reason to get rid of the guy here, and then you'll take the opportunity to do what you're good at, okay?"

"Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

"Well, by the way, since we're here to get the papers, if someone gets in the way of you later, don't kill you? That would make things very complicated, and it wouldn't end well. ”

"I know, I don't like to be eventful either. Ekor laughed.

The pseudonym took a deep breath and led the way forward. This time, Ekor deliberately took a few steps behind to keep the man's lantern from dangling to him. He also used his alien eyes to take a closer look at the darkness that enveloped him – an area that seemed to have been built a little later than the level on which the hospital lobby sits, and many of the facilities were designed in recent years. However, there was an uncomfortable chill in the place, and an iron grille resembling a prison door was pressed under the load-bearing beams visible when it looked up, and the sound of rats jumping by was heard from time to time in the ventilation duct buried in the roof.

In addition, the smell of potions here is stronger. Egor sniffed the slightly pungent air, and couldn't help but think of the past - Governor d'Estain's mansion had also spilled a lot of potions, but unfortunately it couldn't hide the smell of blood.

Unsure if he was frightened by the gloomy atmosphere, the pseudonym's pace became slower and slower, and he frequently looked back to make sure that he was not alone, a situation that did not change until Ekor caught a glimpse of another light in the aisle that turned to him. He saw two guards approaching him, and hurriedly hid against the wall to the side of a cabinet, while the alias ran quickly.

"There's a patient missing, did you see the patient running down?"

The two guards patrolling the building looked at each other and shook their heads. They went to the pseudonym and put on a posture of asking him to go back.

"Well, in fact, some of the blades are missing, and I don't know what's going on on that floor in the lobby anymore, so I really don't dare to stay there......" said in a pseudonym's voice trembling slightly.

His feigned pity made one of the guards feel compassionate, and the man pushed his companion and said, "It's a newcomer, it must be those guys above who dumped the matter on him, so let's go and see it." ”

Iko waited for the two to walk away from the pseudonym before moving forward. In the darkness, he couldn't make out the handwriting on the door card, so he had to summon another ability, but luckily the door to the archives was close at hand.

The door was unsurprisingly locked, and Ekko, with her hearing and touch, pried open the barrier and walked straight to what she wanted to pick. And just as he was about to return the way he came, someone else's voice came from outside the room.