Chapter 062 Chapter 62

After exiting the exclusive elevator, the group walked towards the isolation area in a confident and confident manner.

I received countless curious glances along the way.

"Hey? What's going on? Why are there so many foreigners here suddenly?"

"Can't you see they're all following behind Li Shen? They're probably his foreign brothers."

"Ohhhh, no wonder it looks so powerful."

"Of course, how can a great master's younger brother not be powerful?"

Young brothers: “………………”

Because they were going to the Beijing Tower to carry out a mission, the special agents sent by each branch were basically sentries who were proficient in Chinese.

Without exception, these sharp-eyed and sharp-eared sentinels understood everything.

They feel like they might as well not understand.

How come I was recruited for no apparent reason after coming on a mission?

For a moment, these people's eyes were darting around.

Look at Li Zhou, he looks at his nose and his heart, and he is unmoved.

Sure enough, this is the mentality of a big boss.

Looking at Hermann again, he also looked as still as a mountain.

The two of them walked in the first row, with Xia Meng between them. It seemed that both of them were very powerful.

But both of them were half a step behind Xia Meng.

The other sentries followed behind them.

So, the picture looks like a small and cute rabbit boss is patrolling with a group of strong and powerful wolves.

The scene is strange yet harmonious.

When we arrived at the entrance of the quarantine area, Bai Yizhu, the director of the guide center, was already waiting there.

He turned around, entered the access key at the entrance of the isolation area, and led everyone in.

He introduced the situation inside as he walked.

On both sides of the long white corridor are tightly sealed isolation wards.

The caregivers coming and going here are all fully armed.

In addition to Patient Zero, there are also many innocent Beijing Tower staff members lying here who were involved.

At first glance, the number is staggering.

When the strange disease first occurred, it came with great force and many people were affected.

The Peking Tower was completely defenseless and could not be defended.

Fortunately, the situation was quickly brought under control.

In the past month, apart from sporadic incidents that occasionally cropped up in society, the situation inside the Black Tower has been well controlled.

Walk to the end of the corridor.

Director Bai finally slowed down.

He turned around and pointed to the ward at the end with the name Cui Yang written on it.

Director Bai: "Cui Yang is right there. You can come in anytime when you're ready."

The American A2, palms up, asked in surprise, "Are you just going in like that? Without any preparation?"

The Canadian A3 echoed the sentiment, patting himself and making a gun-raising gesture. "That's right, where's the equipment? Where's the weapons? Nothing at all?"

The other sentries also looked puzzled.

I thought that the Chinese branch has always been rich, so it’s impossible for them to be so stingy that they have to provide their own ammunition, right?

Seeing how surprised they were, Su Fangxiao shook his head and sighed.

She said calmly, "Don't even think about it. Do you think we don't want to take it?"

Su Fangxiao: "I can't bring it in."

Everyone was surprised.

It was the first time they knew that they couldn't bring weapons in.

Too.

No one in their major branches has yet successfully cracked the mysterious disease.

Those who went in haven't come out yet.

The information they knew was very limited.

Su Fangxiao said: "We can't bring any additional weapons in. We can only rely on our bare hands."

Are you surprised or surprised?

Normally when their Alpha Team goes out to perform joint missions, these European and American sentinels always look down on them.

They think that the yellow race is not good enough.

This is when their sophistication finally showed.

She said: "To put it bluntly, this mission is not just about force, it's also about brainpower."

She raised her hand and pointed to her head.

She: “Just take this with you.”

Everyone was silent.

At this point they finally started to get a little nervous.

This really is like going back to the pre-liberation era overnight.

The ability to use tools that humans have spent tens of millions of years evolving has been reduced to its original state?

But there's nothing I can do.

The new recruits who knew nothing could only stand at attention and follow instructions.

Xia Meng pushed open the door and the four people from Beijing Tower walked in first.

There was only one bed in the huge room.

Only 9-year-old Cui Yang was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, looking thin and small.

Various instruments are connected to his body, closely monitoring all changes in his body and brain waves at all times.

More than a dozen chairs have been placed in the ward.

The chair was leaning against the wall.

Xia Meng gestured for them to each take a chair. "Li Zhou has already explained the mission details to you. I'll emphasize again. Everything in the mental image is generated and changes based on Cui Yang's conscious and subconscious mind. He is autistic and very likely even has Asperger's syndrome."

Asperger's syndrome is a very rare autism spectrum disorder, also known as high-functioning autism.

About 15% of patients have extraordinary intelligence or show extraordinary abilities in areas of interest, so Asperger's syndrome is also called "genius disease."

Wang Xiangyi and Xia Meng analyzed the testimonies of Cui Yang's teachers, classmates, spouse, and relatives.

Wang Xiangyi said that he is at least 80% sure that Cui Yang does suffer from Asperger's syndrome.

Xia Meng: "In the world of the mentally ill, you can't use any common sense to speculate or imagine. If you're not careful, you can easily be trapped in that world. I hope you can use your experience and strength to protect yourselves and get out of there smoothly. I wish you good luck."

Everyone nodded.

One by one, they picked a chair and sat down.

Hermann looked at Xia Meng quietly as she talked.

After hearing her last sentence, I smiled at her and whispered, "I wish you good luck too."

Xia Meng: “…”

She gave Hermann a smirk.

Not knowing what was going on, she trembled subconsciously.

I always feel that this person's words reveal bad intentions.

The twelve people took their seats.

The first few people who sat down had their heads tilted gradually, and it was obvious that they had "entered".

Xia Meng looked at Hermann.

He was seen sitting in a dignified and elegant posture, with his hands on his knees and his head slightly lowered.

If you didn't know him, you would think he was just thinking with his head down.

At this moment, the hand beside her suddenly reached out and quietly covered the back of her hand.

Xia Meng looked up and saw Li Zhou's eyes filled with grievance, as if saying: Why are you looking at him? Look at me!

Xia Meng: “…”

Baby, were you a jealous person in your previous life?

She closed her eyes, feeling both amused and helpless.

As darkness fell before my eyes, the warm touch on the back of my hand gradually disappeared.

Xia Meng sighed inwardly, it was indeed useless.

If we have to separate, we will separate.

A familiar thick fog drifted towards us.

Xia Meng put her hands in her pockets and walked forward quietly through the thick fog.

The sound of bagpipes came from afar.

It sounded melodious, as if someone was guiding her forward from behind the thick fog.

Xia Meng stopped subconsciously.

She always felt that the sound of the bagpipes had an ominous quality.

Just like a sailor who has strayed into a mysterious sea, if he is not careful, he may be easily confused and distracted by the sirens singing beautiful songs, and then run aground and sink.

So she stopped.

Let the thick fog continue to pass by her.

Let the sound of the bagpipes get closer and closer, and then gradually drift away.

Until one moment, an indoor scene appeared before her eyes.

In front of me is a gorgeous fireplace.

The fire in the fireplace had just gone out, and there was still a little bit of residual warmth.

She found herself kneeling before the fireplace, with a rag in her hand, apparently wiping the edge of the fireplace.

She stared blankly at the rag in her hand, not quite understanding what was going on.

What?

Do I have to do the rough work this time?

When the servants come?

Cui Yang’s mental picture…is it so miserable?

At this moment, something suddenly flew past her eyes quickly.

It flew right past her and crashed into the pile of soot in the fireplace beside her.

With a "bang", the coal dust was scattered everywhere.

A huge cloud of dust flew up.

Xia Meng was caught off guard and was choked.

She turned her head, covered her mouth and nose, and coughed twice with difficulty.

A female voice rang out from not far away: "Xia Meng! What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to clean up the ashes in the fireplace? Hurry up! Do you want to freeze me to death?"

The voice sounded sharp, arrogant and harsh.

Xia Meng raised her hand to brush away the flying coal dust in front of her and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

There were a few quaint European-style sofas placed not far away.

There were two young women lying on each of the two sofas, both wearing gorgeous European-style long dresses.

They were lying in a crooked position, one leg resting on the armrest, the other on the back of the chair. One of them was showing off a large bowl of fruit, while the other raised her hand towards Xia Meng, index finger raised, and then quickly pointed at the fireplace: "Why don't you pick up my book quickly?"

Xia Meng turned her head and saw a hardcover book lying in the coal ash pile.

she:"……"

If you still want it, then what are you throwing away?

She sighed, leaned over, picked up the book from the soot, and patted it to remove the black marks on the cover.

Xia Meng wiped while thinking.

This scene looks a little familiar.

It looked so familiar, like a scene from a fairy tale.

This is a European style scene.

These two arrogant and mean women.

And there is myself, looking pitiful, doing housework with my head down.

Xia Meng wondered doubtfully, could it be that she had entered the story of Cinderella... ?

Is she now the oppressed Cinderella herself?

Cui Yang's mental state... He really has such a miserable life!!

If it really is Cinderella, that would be easy.

If you know where the story is going, then everything that happens next can be predicted in advance.

At least I don't have to be in the dark anymore.

Xia Meng just felt relieved and turned the book over.

Hardcover book face up.

There was only one English word written in cursive on the cover - Cinderella.

Cinderella.

Xia Meng: “………………”

Okay, so it's clear that this isn't a fairy tale she's in right now.

...at least it can't be Cinderella.

Xia Meng cleaned the surface of the book and put it aside.

The short-haired woman who had been bossing her around raised her head and said arrogantly, "Didn't I tell you to bring it back to me?"

Xia Meng sighed and could only support herself on her knees to get up from the ground.

She didn't know how long she had been kneeling on the floor. When she stood up, she felt a tingling sensation in her knees like needles.

Xia Meng stood up with difficulty and moved forward step by step.

When she handed the book over, she sighed and asked, "If you still want it, why did you throw it away?"

Hearing this, the short-haired girl glared at her, snatched the book from her hand rudely, and threw it into the coal pile.

She turned over and climbed up from the sofa, then stood directly on the sofa, looking down at Xia Meng and started to criticize her.

"Who do you think you are? You're trying to lecture me? Have you forgotten who you are?"

Xia Mengxin said that she didn't forget.

She really doesn't know.

So she quickly put on a provocative attitude of listening attentively, and the only thing left to say was "Then you tell me."

Who doesn’t know how to fight hard?

Do you think she seems to have a good temper?

The girl with short hair is very short and fat.

Even standing on the sofa, he was not much taller than Xia Meng.

He is small but has a bad temper.

"Don't pay attention to her. Dusula just felt that she was being ridiculed after reading the book." The long-haired girl who was showing off the fruit next to her raised her head.

The girl with long hair has a round face like a pancake, and you can tell she is very tall just by lying down.

The short girl named Dusula frowned and said, "Anastasha! Aren't you angry? Those idiots out there are making up stories about us! They even wrote fan fiction about the three of us sisters! They made us two look stupid and bad!"

Xia Meng looked confused when she heard this.

...Same person! ?

Wait, aren’t Anastasia and Dusula the names of the two stepsisters in Cinderella?

Could it be that this is actually the setting of the Cinderella story?

Xia Meng thought, at least this stepsister named Anastasia looks pretty good.

The next second, Anastasia handed the empty bowl of fruit to Xia Meng and ordered, "This bowl is not enough! Go, cut me another bowl!"

Sure enough, the tone was the same as when giving orders to servants.

Xia Meng silently reached out and took the empty bowl.

never mind.

Think positively.

At least... these two stepsisters don't look very smart.

She'll try to get some words out of him later.

Xia Meng went out holding a huge empty bowl.

This bowl is big enough to hold a large watermelon.

After going out, Xia Meng looked around.

Judging from the decoration of the house, it should be a classical European mansion.

Looking out the window, you can see the lush greenery outside.

You can vaguely see a group of low houses located not far away.

It seems to be guarding the manor of a noble lord.

It can be seen that this family is well off.

It is probably the richest family in the surrounding area.

But when she looked back at the interior decoration of the house, she found that the house could only be described as bare.

Apart from the large pieces of furniture that really couldn't be sold, there were few valuable items left in the house.

As she passed through the corridor, she could see many traces of age on the walls.

The square pieces are obvious to be the marks left by picture frames hanging there for many years.

There are many such traces along the entire corridor.

Looking around, it was empty.

Xia Meng sighed and walked downstairs holding the empty bowl.

She searched around downstairs before she found where the kitchen was.

The kitchen is spacious and fully equipped with all kinds of kitchen utensils.

Very different from the upstairs, this place looks like it has been carefully cared for and is spotless.

Even the vegetables, fruits and melons are arranged in an orderly manner.

In front of the large window at the end of the kitchen, a short, fat woman with red hair was sitting by the window, eating melon seeds.

Seeing Xia Meng coming over, the woman waved at her and said, "What did your two sisters ask you to do again? Look at your face, it's as dirty as a little cat."

Xia Meng put the empty bowl on the table and told Anastasia what she had ordered.

The woman waved her hands and said, "Don't mind them. If she gets any fatter, the lady will scold me."

She said, "Come, come and sit down and listen to the gossip."

Xia Meng walked over curiously.

Xia Meng: "What gossip?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a big head wearing a gentleman's hat popped out of the window.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be a white rabbit with two long ears!

Xia Meng was a little stunned.

This world...why is it becoming more and more fantastical?

The rabbit in the hat opened his mouth and spoke human words.

Rabbit: "Hey! Doesn't this look like Xia Meng's barrier?"

It’s still a Tianjin accent.

Xia Meng: “…”

For a moment I didn't know where to start complaining.

The rabbit jumped up and down, took off his hat and put it aside, then steadied himself on the windowsill with his arms before continuing, "What else could it be? You haven't heard of it? The Snow White Prince in the royal city!"

Xia Meng: “…”

Snow White's Prince...?

Had she fallen into some kind of fairy tale hodgepodge?

She coughed and asked, "What Snow Prince?"

The rabbit shook its ears and said, "Oh! He really doesn't recognize me! Our prince has the most miserable life here! How do you say that? A foolish father, a mother who died young, a wicked stepmother, a broken man - hey! To be honest, at first glance, your barrier is exactly the same as his!"

Xia Meng: “…”

This dead rabbit can really talk.

Did you escape from Deyun Club?

Xia Meng leaned against the window, closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead.

First it was Cinderella, and now Snow White appears.

So what is going on here?

If she follows Cinderella's route, then the next thing would be that the prince would host a ball, her stepmother would take her two sisters to the banquet, and Cinderella would have to go to the banquet in a pumpkin carriage with the help of the fairy godmother, wearing crystal shoes and dressed up.

Isn’t fairy tale simple?

Xia Meng had thought it all out on the way downstairs.

She didn't have to do anything for this mission. She just had to wait quietly for the fairy godmother to show up at night, and then with a few fancy spells, she could dress up beautifully and go to the palace to charm the prince.

...But what's happening now?

Snow White Prince?

So which one is she trying to charm?

It seems that Prince Snow White is not going this way!

Director, why is the script different? Director!

and--

Xia Meng glanced at the top hat that Rabbit placed on the windowsill.

Look again at the rabbit with the strange accent.

This rabbit is also very strange!

Where did it come from?!

Xia Meng sighed indifferently.

Forget it, every time I come in, I always feel confused for a while.

I guess you'll understand it in a few hours.

"Xia-Meng-!"

"Where's my fruit!!!"

From upstairs, Anastasia's powerful shout could be heard from afar.

Xia Meng had no choice but to turn around and find a knife and a chopping board. She picked two apples from the fruit basket, peeled them, and cut them into slices.

On the way upstairs carrying the fruit plate, Xia Meng was thinking as usual.

At present, the three most important things are: first, to find the companions who came in together; second, to find Cui Yang; and third, to find other Black Tower employees who are trapped here.

The latter two may be a bit difficult to find.

I can only find an opportunity to reunite with my companions first.

Now I don’t know what’s going on with other people.

It's likely that others are also scattered along various fairy tale lines.

How to meet them?

Xia Meng thought about it.

She stopped in front of the window, turned her head, and looked across a large forest to the distant royal city.

The royal palace is located at the highest point in the royal city.

Given how frequently princes and princesses appear in fairy tales, it seems like the royal palace is the most likely point of overlap, right?

Xia Meng thought about it and pushed open the door to the living room upstairs.

Anastasia sat on the sofa, her hands on her bucket-like waist, and said, "Why did you come just now? I'm starving!"

Xia Meng handed over the fruit plate and responded indifferently: "Yes, yes, eat it quickly."

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of high heels came from far away in the corridor.

Xia Meng moved aside, and sure enough, the next second the door was pushed open.

A woman in her fifties rushed in.

The woman was wearing an exquisite and gorgeous long dress, had a tall and slender figure and a small head.

Xia Meng observed from the side and judging from her face, she thought this woman was probably her stepmother.

Anastasia and Dusula inherited some of the genetic characteristics of women.

Anastasia inherited her stepmother's height, while Dusula inherited her mother's small head.

The stepmother fanned herself vigorously, panting as she said, "There will be a ball at the palace tonight, and every family is required to bring their daughters of appropriate age to the dinner."

Xia Meng thought to herself, as expected!

The next thing should be that the stepmother announces that she will bring her two step-sisters to the party, right?

The stepmother's next words were: "Don't go, both of you! I'm only taking Xia Meng with me tonight!"

Anastasia and Dusula: "Huh?"

Xia Meng looked up: "Huh?"

The stepmother continued to fan her and glanced at her: "You? What? You are the biological daughter of your deceased viscount father. I can only take you with me."

Xia Meng: “…”

Is that reasonable?

The stepmother then spoke the truth, not even bothering to pretend: "Besides, the current queen has no children, and Prince Snow White is not favored. Sooner or later, he will be driven out by the queen to wander. How can I let my daughter suffer with him?"

Xia Meng: “…………”

...That really makes sense.

However, why do you have to use such inexplicable logic in a fairy tale?

"It's getting late."

The stepmother urged, "Go change your clothes and dress up. Don't embarrass me when the time comes."

Xia Meng nodded and went out to find her room.

After searching around, I found that her room was on the first floor.

There is a small room next to the kitchen, which looks like it was converted from a storage room.

Xia Meng opened the closet and took a look.

They were all coarse cloth clothes suitable for work, and there was nothing suitable for attending a dinner party.

Xia Meng thought about it, and thought about it again.

Do I have to borrow clothes from my stepsisters to attend the dinner party?

But their clothes may not suit her.

And she really didn't want to wear their clothes.

Besides, it would be very inconvenient to move around in a skirt.

She had already torn her skirt once before in Chaoyang Village. Was she going to tear it again this time?

Xia Meng pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked out the window.

The little rabbit next door was still sitting outside the kitchen window, chewing on the carrot that Xia Meng had casually handed to him.

At that time, Mr. Rabbit stared at the carrot with his eyes lighting up.

He vowed that he could help Xia Meng fulfill her three wishes.

Xia Meng snapped her fingers.

Mr. Rabbit turned his head holding the carrot.

Xia Meng rested her chin on her hand and waved at it.

The rabbit came hopping over.

"Boundary! What's going on?"

Xia Meng: “…”

She still didn't understand why a rabbit could speak with a Tianjin accent.

It seemed as if it was going to take out a bamboo clapboard and tell her a stand-up comedy in the next second.

Xia Meng leaned over and said in a low voice, "Little Bunny, let me ask you something."

Mr. Rabbit tilted his head and listened attentively with his ears perked up.

Xia Meng wanted to ask if he could help her get to the palace, but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly changed her mind and said, "Do you know where Li Zhou is?"

The rabbit raised its head and fluttered its big red eyes.

"Li Zhou? Who is that?"

Okay, Bai asked.

Xia Meng held up her chin and asked, "Then, can you help me find a dress that fits me? That's my first wish."

Mr. Rabbit: "Hey! It's just a small matter!"

As he spoke, the rabbit took off his hat.

She reached into her hat and quickly pulled out a blue dress.

Rabbit Godmother asked expectantly, "How about the pumpkin carriage and the glass slippers? I'll give you a discount and you can take all three wishes!"

In this way, all three wishes are used up!

This little rabbit is quite good at calculating.

Xia Meng gave a fake smile: "No thanks!"

She reached out to take the dress and then closed the window with a snap.