The loud shouting made my heart skip a beat. I hid behind the bookshelf. Along with the woman's voice came extremely fast footsteps.

The width of the bookshelf was only a few steps long, and it was too late to move to the shelf next to it.

In a hurry, I held the edge of the bookshelf with one hand, exerted strength on my waist, and climbed up to the top of the bookshelf with one hand. My body was suspended in the air for less than a second before I gently landed.

I almost lowered my body and moved from one side of the top of the bookshelf to the other in a crawling posture.

Within the two or three seconds that I took action, the woman also stood in the position where I was just now.

"Is there anyone here?" I was on a high place and could clearly see Nishimura frowning below. I took a few steps forward, but saw only the woman looking at each bookshelf one by one.

Seeing Nishimura approaching, the woman's pupils shrank, and she quickly shouted, "What are you doing here? Go and guard the door. No! Use your card to lock the door!"

The roaring sound woke me up. I didn't care about looking for more things at this time. I jumped down from the bookshelf. The bookshelf was six layers high. Even if a cat jumped down, it would make some noise. No matter how good I am, I can't float down easily. I'm not Ah Piao.

Unless you use your arms to exert force when going down, just like you used your waist to exert force when going up, instead of jumping, you can grab the edge of the bookshelf with your hands and push down with your arms to avoid making the slightest sound.

But Nishimura had already turned around, so I didn't have time to waste. Moreover, these two people were guilty and treacherous, just like me, so even if they knew there was someone, they probably wouldn't dare to tell anyone.

The sound of me falling to the ground with a "bang" immediately attracted the woman's attention. She immediately turned around and rushed over.

But I landed beside the dead man, only one step away from the door. I swiped the card between my fingers through the card slot, and with a "beep", the door lock popped open.

I slipped out of the door like a clever cat, and took out the bomb from my pocket - are you kidding me, I came here to do something big today, would I not bring the eight classic Conan eggs? !

However, this is something I made based on Jingguang's memory, and it is pitifully weak. Having theory and having practical experience are two different concepts, and it is also more difficult to get the materials.

However, it is sufficient as a fire starter.

I pulled out the pull ring, and the red light on the small bomb, which was half the size of my palm, flashed rapidly and intensively. I threw it hard, and it stuck steadily between the papers in the bookshelf.

I closed the door, and the last thing I saw was the woman's face, having seen the bomb.

The face instantly struck me as familiar, but an answer failed to come to my mind within a few seconds.

Without paying any more attention to what was happening inside the room, I hurriedly left the secret room along the same path I came in.

The soundproofing in this place is really excellent; even the sound of bombs cannot be heard from outside.

I first put away the little things I had hidden underneath, then took Nishimura's white coat from the hook and put it on myself, tightened the hat, and turned my back to the only surveillance camera that would see me when I went to the bathroom.

I successfully retrieved the ring from the vent. When I left, I naturally went out the window. But this time I didn't need to deal with all that mess and left directly through the emergency passage not far from the toilet.

As I said before, there are no cameras in the security passage, but the door to the security passage still requires certain permissions to open.

The Nishimura Kusaka copy card in my hand just happened to have the authority to be the person in charge. However, from the fifth floor onwards, any card can only open the channel from the outside.

This design is very confusing, so what is the concept of this safety passage design?

Later I thought about it, maybe it was to pick up some "guests" who were not convenient to show up, so they could walk through this passage from the lower level, and then have someone to pick them up from outside before they could leave.

The emergency passage on the lower floor can be used normally, so even if someone accidentally enters and goes up, it is impossible to open the emergency passage and go to other floors without leaving a trace.

But I still felt vaguely confused. After all, hasn’t the winery done enough confusing things in the world?

I went downstairs through the direct passage, but of course I had to leave through the window in the end.

But it is much easier than when I came here.

I finished the sound recording that I had not had time to turn off, took off my coat and threw it into the trash can, avoided places where there might be pedestrians, and took a small path back to the hotel room.

The first thing I did when I got back was of course to summarize the results of tonight, especially the photos of the data. I had to sort them out first to avoid messing up the order later and making it even more difficult for me to understand them.

I won't take any of this messy equipment with me. I'll dismantle it right where it is, remove all the components, and clean up all traces.

After today, Nishimura would definitely try to investigate the matter with all his strength. However, he certainly didn't dare to make a big fuss. Firstly, the mechanism of the winery was strict, and he was the person in charge. If something went wrong, he would not be able to escape the responsibility. Secondly, he had problems to begin with, and he and the woman were conspiring about something. He didn't dare to report any major incidents to attract a special person to investigate.

Most of the time they will just muddle through.

What I am more worried about is that woman. They talked for such a long time, but he didn't reveal the woman's name or code name.

However, that face does look familiar, but I just can't remember where I saw it. I don't even know whether this "familiarity" is because of me or because of Jingguang.

Because I've been looking through Keimitsu's memories lately, the memories between me and Keimitsu have started to blur. Especially for the more ambiguous memories, like this sensory memory, I'm a little unsure.

If it is a big memory, it is relatively easy to search for it. But this kind of detailed memory is really hard to find, and you can only rely on inspiration.

Can you please give me a "piu" as soon as possible so that I can remember it quickly? But the opportunity of "inspiration" is hard to come by.

It’s better to take a rest now. I can dream about anything.

etc!

I almost forgot, I still need to wash my brain.

I was jumping around in the vent with my head naked, so now I have to take it out and wash it properly.

Do you want to apply shower gel?

Forget it, I’m too lazy.

Just put some soap on your hands and feet.

It was almost dawn when I closed my eyes and rested for a while to calm my mind.

After I had dealt with everything, I looked at the time and bought a return ticket.

But I thought, although I got a lot of information, how to use it is still a problem.

The good news is that I have almost finished translating the two pages about Jingguang.

Of course, a large part of the reason is that the scenery is incomplete and many of the data are pictures, and there are some charts that I can't understand even after translating them.

Of the few remaining words, one third were about Jingguang's various physical data. Oh, a chest measurement of 90, wow—

Ahem, come back, come back.

The remaining two thirds are the content of the experiment itself.

I skipped the language I didn't understand and summarized it roughly. First of all, Jingguang was indeed dead when he was sent to the laboratory.

In fact, Bourbon was supposed to handle the body, which was why An-sir was able to get the broken phone. But on the way, Jingguang's body, as a traitor, was taken over directly from An-sir by the organization on the grounds of unified disposal without leaving any traces.

Or maybe it was because although An Sir witnessed and confirmed the death of his best friend, he did not actually bury his best friend, so he had that subtle hope that I would suddenly appear.

Secondly, although Jingguang conducted a brain experiment, the central purpose of this experiment was to transfer and reconstruct brain signals and brain waves, and did not involve the actual transfer of the brain.

...Wait, did I not even come across as a brain? I just came as a consciousness and added a buff to Jingguang's body?

No no no, maybe I squeezed out Jingguang's brain? !

No, no way?

I covered my head and said, "Don't let me destroy you, Jingguang!"

If I bring my brain back with me, then what if... and then do an autopsy...

Direct world line breakthrough.

I can expect such a messy future, so I have to find a way to deal with this problem.

When I think about this, I feel so confused and overwhelmed.

It was getting dark, and it took too long to destroy the things during the day, so my original plan to leave Nagano in the afternoon had to be postponed. I checked the train tickets online, and there was one more train after nightfall.

I thought that things could change sooner or later, so I changed my ticket to the evening train.

I calculated the time and rushed in as soon as I got out of the taxi. Unexpectedly, the traffic jam took me twice as long as expected.

Fortunately, I arrived early, otherwise if I had missed the bus, I would have been furious.

Because I was already worried and my steps were in a hurry, when I missed the crowd, I didn't notice the breath of the person in front of me and bumped into him.

The shoulder was so stiff that I took a few steps back due to the force.

The same goes for the person I want to hit. Jingguang's physical strength is here, and the effect of competitive force is also mutual.

However, I certainly didn't look at the road. It's really strange, even if I wasn't paying attention, I should have subconsciously avoided the crowd, how could it be...

Am I too tired?

"I'm sorry, I--" I looked up and was halfway through my apology, but when I saw that person's face, I was stunned, as if my neck was being strangled, and I couldn't utter a word.

He was tall, with a mustache on his fair face and a formal hairstyle. He was wearing a dark blue suit and a light blue tie. Perhaps because it was a cool night, he wore a light brown cape coat over his suit with a belt around his waist.

The most eye-catching thing is his upturned eyes, which are exactly the same as my current Jingguang shell.

Brother Gao Ming...