In the next few days, I was basically with Xiao An, and I didn't go to Xiao Qian's house. Although everything is unproven, the pressure in my heart still makes me breathless. Xiao An is a good companion, but he is not good at words and is not very good at comforting people. When we're together, she basically speaks when I speak, and she doesn't talk when I don't.

The fat man also went back to school after that, but I kept avoiding him and didn't go back to the dormitory at night, and I don't think the fat man should have gone back to live either. Xiao An has no place to live outside the school, and we stayed in a hotel for the first two or three days, but the accommodation fee of more than 100 per day is not something that the two of us can afford for a long time. So I asked Xiao An to live back in the dormitory first, and I ran to Sister Jing's dormitory myself.

That night, she took the initiative to get close to me, but I had come to spend the night, and I had no such thoughts. When she saw that I didn't respond, she turned around and lay down with her back to me. After waiting for a while, she spoke again, "There are two things I actually want to tell you. ”

"Well, you say," I said.

"The first one is that I'm sure I have," she said slowly.

After hearing this, I was shocked, but I had already prepared for it, so I had to be much calmer. I turned around and hugged her from behind, and my hand touched her belly gently. "What else?" he asked. ”

She didn't resist my intimate movements, and still said calmly: "I came here for another mission, and several key members of the research team that disappeared back then were students here. ”

I didn't answer her words, just kept stroking her belly with my hands. But my mind was racing through what had happened recently, and I felt as if I had fallen into a pre-set game, but I didn't know who the person was setting up and what he was going to do.

Seeing that I didn't speak, she paused for a moment, and then spoke again: "There should be a secret laboratory hidden here, which contains the materials of their research on immortality back then, and I need to find it." ”

"Is it important?" I asked.

"Yes, or the family is old, and the problems they are facing now are the same as those of the big people back then. Only by finding that information will it be possible to find some solutions from it. When she said this, I felt her heartbeat quicken slightly, but it wasn't overshadowing.

"Does immortality really exist? Even if it really exists, as you said before, there will be such big side effects, so what's the point of immortality? When I asked, she didn't answer, but reached out and grabbed the hand I had placed on her stomach.

Life is like this, there are things that happen that we can't control. Something happened and we couldn't resist it. Fate, life and death are not forbidden places that we mortals can touch, no matter what kind of status they have, they are treated equally in front of them, and there is never preferential treatment.

Sister Jing is pregnant, and I can't let her take too many risks. Where is the secret laboratory she mentioned, the campus covering an area of thousands of acres, with countless houses and buildings, and trying to find such a secret place is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

After my initial investigation, it was found that there were indeed some abandoned old buildings in the school. I drew a floor plan of the campus and annotated them one by one. It took me two days to complete the work, and although I stayed at Sister Jing's place at night, I didn't tell her about it. On the third night, I took a rope that I had prepared in advance, a flashlight, and a dagger, and set out on my own, intending to rediscover the targets.

First, we came to an early abandoned school building in the northwest corner of the campus. Because of its disrepair, it has become a dangerous building, and it is absolutely forbidden for people to approach. The surrounding area is surrounded by blue iron sheets, which are more than three meters high, and the surface is very smooth, and there is no place to climb up with strength.

If you can't go up, you can only go down. Fortunately, the iron sheets were stuck directly into the dirt, and the soil was not hard enough to be easily dug with a dagger, but it took a lot of effort to dig a hole that I could drill through.

Looking up, the silhouette of the building looms, and it looks like a hill under the dark night sky. It is said that this building should have twelve floors, I have not counted it specifically, and it should be about the same height when I look at it.

Afraid of being discovered, I didn't dare to turn on the flashlight, so I could only use a little starlight to slowly touch the door of the building. Although it has been exposed to wind and sun for many years, the gate is still intact, and the wooden vermilion lacquer gate has been eroded over the years, but it is slightly mottled. In fact, as long as the process is good, wooden equipment is more durable than steel, and steel will rust, while wood will not. Wood is hardened, moisture-proof, waterproof, and even fireproof, and then painted to keep the air out, which can last for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Thankfully, the door was unlocked, so I pushed one open with a little force, and I looked at the left and right to see that there was no one, and then dodged into the building.

When I went inside, there was a wall barrier, and I was a little relieved, so I turned on the flashlight and looked around. About 10 meters down from the main gate is the staircase, and when the flashlight illuminates the staircase, you can see that there are passages in both directions up and down. To the left and right of the staircase is the hallway, and I can only see the entrance to the corridor in the dark. The flashlight swept over and saw that the corners of the walls were covered with cobwebs, and there were also a lot of peeling wall skins on the ground.

It's a little soft to step on, I don't know how many years of dust has accumulated, even a light step will fly a lot, so that the light of the flashlight forms a pillar of light visible to the naked eye in the flying dust.

Walking to the staircase, I thought about it for a while, so important place, presumably not upstairs, since there is an underground space, then if the laboratory is in this building, it must be underground, after all, it is not easy to be found hidden underground.

Although Yin knew that there was no one else here, every step I took was extremely light, and I didn't dare to make any noise. The stairs that go down are twice as high as the one floor we normally go up to. When I went down to the basement floor, I saw the same corridor as the one above, and the stairs could continue down, but I didn't know how many floors there were underground. Now that I'm here, I'll just take a look at what's on this basement floor.

I used a flashlight to shine into the corridor on the left, the layout is exactly the same as above, a row of rooms used to be one by one, the two sides of the corridor are almost symmetrically distributed, the corridor is too long, I can't see how many rooms there are.

After a short walk down the hallway, about three or four rooms, I saw that the door of one room was open, so I stopped and looked in along the doorway, and the flashlight swayed back and forth a few times. It was supposed to be a utility room, but now there are some broken tables, chairs and benches in a messy place, not all of which are old styles from many years ago. I looked at it several times with a flashlight, and I didn't find anything special, but I always felt that this room was weird, but I couldn't tell what was wrong.

Further inside, all the rooms are almost locked. And the quality of those old wooden doors seems to be pretty good, I chose a random room door, and I couldn't push it open even if I pushed it by hand. Then I lifted my foot and kicked it over, and the door opened. The dust that fell from the door was suddenly kicked up, and I choked on coughing. I had to retreat a short distance, and after about four or five minutes, the dust gradually cleared, and then I walked back over.

There were two single beds in the room, placed side by side at one end of the room, the ordinary wooden bed without any cushions or covers, a worn-out washbasin on the floor, and a broken slipper, all of which had been covered with a layer of dust that could only be distinguished by the outline. However, it is probably certain that this is a dormitory.

There was a candlestick on the windowsill, and a small section of unburned candle on it. The curtains cover the window very tightly, and you can't see what is going on outside the window. No, this is an underground room, how can there be a window. When I saw this, I suddenly thought of where I had just seen that room was wrong: the window.

In the room on the ground, the window is left for lighting and ventilation, but here it is a few meters deep underground, and the window can neither let light nor ventilate, so what is the window for? I walked softly towards one of the windows in my room, and there was nothing on the windowsill except a thick layer of dust. But the curtains covered the entire window. I reached out and pulled the curtains, but because of the age, the curtains did not know what kind of fabric they were, they had already weathered, and I pulled them with my hands and a large piece fell off.

I used my flashlight to shine out from the place where I had torn off the curtains, and the flashlight shone directly through the glass window and onto a wall outside.