Following the clues provided by Song Lan, Dr. Bai Zhu quickly found out some details that they didn't know.

They originally thought that the coalition government had appointed Wind Chime to be Lu Xiang's bodyguard, but this task was actually applied for by Wind Chime on his own initiative, and after the strong recommendation of the Ragus Foundation, the candidate was finally finalized despite public opinion.

This matter is full of strangeness.

The Lagus Foundation is the sworn enemy of the Foster family and other forces, and their members are generally relatively young, and they also have a familiar name - the reformists.

For more than a decade, they have been wrestling with conservatives in their core regions, so much so that many political issues have now become a matter of taking sides.

Although the 17th arrondissement had no dealings with the reformers, it received a lot of favors from them.

On the issue of the Foster family, the reformists played their usual style, set off a storm of public opinion, and gave them a stab in the back, so that they did not slow down for a long time later, and they had no intention of retaliating against the 17th district.

The title of "Jumping Joker" was also the result of the active operation of the Ragus Foundation behind the scenes.

"Before Wind Chimes applied to the Council, they were visited by the Vice-President of the Ragus Foundation."

No one knows what they communicated that night, but judging from the results, Wind Chime, who had been living at home for a long time, offered to take on the task for the first time, and the Lagus Foundation secretly suppressed the opposition of all biopharmaceutical companies and facilitated the matter.

Medell suddenly realized, "No wonder those biopharmaceutical companies let people go." ”

It seems that not only the wind chimes, but also the current situation of the coalition government is unpredictable.

"Don't be distracted by irrelevant things."

Song Lan expressed his opinion in the swarm meeting, he believed that the grievances between the conservatives and the reformists had nothing to do with them, and no matter what conspiracy they were brewing, it would not prevent them from advancing the construction of the Void Paradise.

Last night's fight had given him a new idea.

For the swarm, the meaning of the existence of the Void is not just a universal object, people's discussion of the Void, and the belief that the Void exists itself, can bring them a huge "energy", and O'Bernard promoted the evolution of the Devourer with a live broadcast to the public.

The topic of today's meeting is how to get more people involved.

"We can follow those who have applied to join the Void Investigation Bureau, and pick a few 'lucky viewers' from among them."

Despite Father Bruno's experience, it would be more convincing for more different "adventurers" to leave their experiences of survival in the void than for him to make it up alone.

"You mean to involve the general public?"

Lu Xiang took the lead in raising questions.

Every time she attends a swarm meeting, she feels more and more like a villain.

"Of course, the 'lucky audience' is not the enemy of the swarm, and we want to put safety first, and leave room for them to leave the void while maintaining their good experience."

So they need to first exclude people with heart disease, high blood pressure and other diseases.

"I don't think the average person can afford that."

"Yungang Biopharma once did a similar experiment, if people are in a world where reality and illusion are intertwined for a long time, they have a great probability of going crazy, and they will also be extremely aggressive, in the experiment, 92% of people go crazy and eventually die fighting each other." ”

Even the researchers didn't know what their subjects were seeing in the hallucinations, but it was definitely not a good thing to deduce from the way they fought them.

"So we need to leave a space between reality and the void, so that they can distinguish between reality and the void."

"How?"

"Set up a wizard."

A good guide gives hope to the lost, and is also better able to guide the "adventurer" in the direction they want.

"Wizard?"

"The guide must have excellent adaptability, but also be clever enough to correctly guide the 'adventurer' to make judgments in any unexpected situation, and be ......"

Song Lan's narration came to an abrupt end as he noticed that something was not quite right in the atmosphere in the conference room, "What are you all watching me do?" ”

"That's you!"

Everyone in the conference room reached a unified opinion, it was clear that Song Lan perfectly met all the qualities of a good guide, not to mention that this idea was proposed by him, and no one knew better than Song Lan how to guide a helpless "adventurer" to survive in the void world.

"You can give us a demonstration first."

……………………………………

At 1:03 p.m., a prosthetic hospital in the western suburbs.

"Big Carrot Head" completed his last physical examination, swallowed two extremely bitter pills, and slowly packed his luggage under the impatient urging of the nurse.

In fact, all he had on his body was the leather jacket he had changed into when he was brought to the hospital yesterday.

The reason for the friction was that he didn't want to leave the prosthetic hospital.

He didn't know why Lu Xiang, who had always been cruel, let him go, but this was by no means a good sign, maybe the crazy woman who took the knife yesterday was ambushed outside the hospital at this moment.

He pretended to be dizzy and had abdominal pain all night, and now the prosthetic hospital is finally going to kick him out.

"Big Radish Head" is his screen name, and it is casually called, which has no special significance, but he didn't expect that he would almost lose his life because of an online mutual spraying.

He changed out of his hospital gown, put on a leather jacket, returned to his usual rebellious punk dress, and left the ward under the disgusted gaze of the nurse.

But as the saying goes, when people are unlucky, they will even plug their teeth to drink water, and the elevator in the hospital is broken, so that his sick man, who has just recovered from a serious injury, has to go downstairs along the safe passage.

The sixth floor said that it was not high or low, if it was placed in normal times, he would naturally go down without saying a word, but as soon as he opened the crack in the door of the safe passage, he felt that it was gloomy inside.

The light is dim, making it ideal for ambushes.

"The ......"

He turned to look at the cleaners passing by and asked, "Do you have time?" Can you come downstairs with me? ”

"Not available!"

The refusal was extremely decisive, leaving him no room for maneuver.

"Big Radish Head" wandered back at the door of the safe passage, and finally gritted his teeth, and finally walked in, as a gang member who came out to mix in the streets since he was a child, he thought he had seen a big scene, how could he be frightened by a safe passage?

Every step he takes, he is extremely cautious, watching and listening to all directions, and striving to understand that even if he dies.

Every floor consumes a lot of his strength, I don't know if it's an illusion, the light in the corridor is getting darker and darker, and another problem that makes him wonder is that the business of this prosthetic hospital is so bad, and he hasn't even seen a person for so long.

Hold on a little longer!

With this thought in mind, he went down another five floors with difficulty.

Come on, it's almost there!

The "big radish head" held on to the iron door beside him, and a pungent smell of rust gradually filled the air.

"Huh?"

He seemed to finally realize a serious question, how many floors had he just descended?

"Six minus three minus five ......"

A simple arithmetic problem popped into his head that even a three-year-old could easily answer.

"Equal to two!"

After a pause, he came up with an answer to the question, "There are still two floors to go, two floors, two floors ......."

He shook his breath and removed his hand from the security door, forcibly holding back the sticky and disgusting feeling in his palm and not looking at it.

"Hold on two more floors and you'll be there!"

The stairwell was silent except for the sound of his footsteps, which looked similar on every floor.

Except for the door.

The paint on the door is starting to peel off.

He remembered seeing a similar scene on that website.

A staircase that never ends, where it leads.

Either up or down, it will come back to the same place, except for ...... The space he is in will become more and more polluted.

"Pollution".

"Continues to corrode everything around it."

"I don't know where it came from, but the ceiling, doors, walls, and stairs are all contaminated."

"*Don't let rust get on you*"