Chapter 030 Chapter 30

"Okay, let's not talk about it."

Ayn Rand nodded.

After walking for a while, the two entered a building.

The building was very quiet, as if there was no one.

The two walked inside, and their footsteps were clearly audible.

After a while, Ayn Rand brought Taiming to a door. After pushing the door open, they walked a distance and there were stairs, as if they were going deeper underground.

They came to a corridor.

On both sides of the corridor were room doors.

The corridor was full of cameras.

The walls here are white, the ceiling is white, and the floor is white, giving people a feeling of a hospital. The air is filled with a subtle smell like disinfectant, and there is wind coming from nowhere.

"Don't be fooled by the fact that there is no one in this corridor. The security here is very strict. So basic safety is guaranteed. But if something really happens, we will all die together.

You should follow me closely and don't touch, look or move around. Although there is only one road here, it will be very difficult to find your way if you get lost. Be very careful, okay?"

Ayn Rand said to Taiming.

Taiming nodded: "I understand."

Ayn Rand took down two pieces of paper from the white wall next to him, like opening a cabinet. They were blue and white with small holes. They looked like watches, but there was no dial.

Ayn Rand put one on himself and gave another to Taiming, who wore it on his hand, just like wearing a watch, although this thing really can't show time and has no hands.

"Don't let this thing get away from you. If you are really lost, this thing can lead you to the door and I will find you,"

Ayn Rand said.

Taiming nodded.

Then they entered the corridor.

Ayn Rand took Taiming to the door of a room and opened the door.

The room was warm white, with a roasted chestnut wooden chair in the middle. Sitting on the chair was a man wearing blue and white striped clothes, but his head was round and flat like a lollipop.

This head has no facial features and no skin. It is the same blue and white as the clothes, but the blue and white on the head is swirling, which makes people feel confused.

This head will reflect light slightly when it turns, as if there is a dark screen on it.

This person's hands are handcuffed together, and he looks a little pitiful.

His feet were also cuffed, but the distance between his hands was very close, almost inseparable, and the distance that his feet could move was much farther.

Taiming looked at him and felt that there should be a table in front of him for him to put his hands on, and the surrounding colors should be darker, such as gray-blue and white, with a little shadow.

It's like an interrogation room or a prison.

However, he probably wouldn't like that kind of place.

"We usually call him, the Identifier."

Ayn Rand walked into the room, closed the door, and said to Taiming who was standing next to him.

Taiming nodded.

"Hello, Identifier."

Ayn Rand said to the people in the room.

"Hello, rude guy."

The Identifier replied.

"Take out Yagyu now. But don't let him out. Be careful not to let him run away."

Ayn Rand said to Taiming.

Taiming opened the bag and took out the paper containing Yagyu.

Ayn Rand asked Taiming to show the paper to the appraiser.

Taiming handed the paper in his hand over.

The appraiser took a look.

"Hello, is this Yagyu?"

Ayn Rand asked.

"Yes."

The appraiser was very frugal with words.

"Is this guy's name Yagyu?"

Ayn Rand asked.

"I don't know."

The appraiser replied.

"Is this thing the same Yagyu that we are looking for in the mission on the foundation's official website?"

Ayn Rand asked.

"Yes."

The appraiser hesitated for a while and answered.

"Has this thing killed someone?"

Ayn Rand asked.

"Yes."

The appraiser replied.

"Has this thing killed more than one person?"

Ayn Rand asked.

"Yes,"

the appraiser answered.

"The last time this thing killed someone was today, was it?"

Ayn Rand asked.

"Yes,"

the appraiser answered.

"Is this thing trapped now?"

Ayn Rand asked.

"I don't know,"

the appraiser answered.

"Can this thing be killed like a human being?"

Ayn Rand asked.

"No,"

the appraiser answered.

"Is there any way to trap this thing?"

Ayn Rand asked.

"I don't know,"

the appraiser answered.

"Is there any way to kill this thing like it kills a human being?"

Ayn Rand asked.

"I don't know,"

the appraiser answered.

"Is there any way to put this thing into a deep sleep from which it will never wake up?"

Ayn Rand asked.

"I don't know,"

the appraiser replied.

"Who is stronger, me or the man next to me?"

Ayn Rand asked.

"Him,"

the appraiser replied.

Ayn Rand sighed.

"There is nothing more to ask. We can go now,"

Ayn Rand said to Taiming.

Taiming nodded.

The two left the room and Ayn Rand closed the door.

"Now the identity of this thing can be confirmed, but there is no solution for the time being, so we have to trap it first. Come with me,"

Ayn Rand said to Taiming.

Taiming nodded.

Ayn Rand led Taiming to the door of another room in the corridor, and after opening the room, it was empty.

Ayn Rand walked in, took out a jar, and said to Taiming, "Throw your paper ball in here."

Taiming stuffed the paper ball containing meat sauce Yagyu in it.

Ayn Rand tightened the lid of the jar and confirmed that it was tightened and would not loosen easily. Ayn Rand held up the jar and explained to Taiming, "This is a thing to hold monsters."

Taiming nodded.

"I originally thought that the person who made and drove monsters should be a cultist who was obsessed with it. I didn't expect it to be this kind of thing."

Ayn Rand said with some emotion.

"Even if it is an evil way, it is possible that because of obsession, he wanted to study monsters, so he simply made himself a monster. Anyway, it is not impossible that he has the ability to make a monster."

Taiming said.

Ayn Rand nodded.

The paper ball in the jar twisted, turned in a direction, and made the sound of Yagyu.

"I'm not a human, and I'm not a Taoist priest. But you guys reminded me, I'll go find a Taoist priest to play with when I have time."

Liu Sheng said with a smile.

"This thing doesn't seem to be soundproof. Let's go. Don't be fooled by it."

An Rand found a place to put the jar, waved to Taiming, and said.

Taiming nodded.

An Rand rushed to the door and opened it.

Liu Sheng shouted in the jar: "Don't think this thing can trap me. I'm just playing with you. I'll be out soon. You wait for me."

Taiming left the room.

An Rand closed the door.

The sound inside seemed to disappear all of a sudden, and the corridor was still so quiet.

An Rand waved to Taiming, indicating that he should follow him, and now they could prepare to leave.

Taiming followed him and asked hesitantly, "What if the jar can't trap him?"

"The possibility is very slim,"

said Ayn Rand.

Taiming was silent for a while.

Ayn Rand said again, "It's not that there aren't times when we can't trap him. But at that time we also have ways.

Usually there are two ways.

Either kill him.

Or provide him with what he wants so that he will stay voluntarily.

Those who can be killed have been killed before they are caught.

Those who stay here are not easy to kill.

These are actually not so bad.

They usually can't run away, and they won't cause any trouble, which saves us some effort. Those

who can't be killed easily can still run away easily. They would not be placed here because it is too dangerous for the residents around.

That place is more dangerous than this place.

If the danger here is a piece of ice, the danger there is a whole freezer. You'd better not have the chance to go there, otherwise I find it hard to believe that you can come back alive.

More people died.

Those who survived are all crazy.

There may not be one person who survived and is not crazy among tens of millions of people. "

Taiming nodded: "I know."

"That's good to know."

Ayn Rand came to the door of the corridor.

Pushing open the door of the corridor, the two left the corridor and walked in silence for a while. They returned to the building and walked out of the door of the building. They stepped on familiar land.

The sun fell from above and sprinkled on the land. The soil seemed to be much softer, with a smell of half-melted toffee, giving people a warm feeling.

Everything was peaceful and harmonious.

At that moment, the world was so beautiful that it seemed like a dream.

Ayn Rand and Taylor returned to the office building.

Ayn Rand sat on the chair in his office, looked out the window, and sighed: "The weather is really good today."

Tai Ming nodded and said: "Yes."

"I have marked your task as completed and uploaded the evidence data. You can check it."

Ayn Rand said to Tai Ming after operating on the computer.

Tai Ming checked and found no mistakes.

Ayn Rand smiled and said, "Okay. You can go now. Go home and rest, or go to the training room to find Taylor, or stay at the foundation and wait for new tasks at any time. It's up to you."

Taiming nodded: "Then I'll go first."

"Goodbye."

Ayn Rand waved.

Taiming left the office.

Ayn Rand answered the ringing phone.

At this time, Li Qingshan, who had changed his clothes at home and buttoned up his clothes, saw Taiming who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Have you finished your work?"

Li Qingshan asked.

"I guess so. Although I failed to kill the culprit, I have done everything I should do."

Taiming replied.

"For example, turning a living person into meat paste?"

Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"A normal person will die if he turns into mud."

Taiming spread his hands and answered.

"Yes."

Li Qingshan smiled.

Taiming rushed over and hugged him, sniffed his neck, and whispered: "You smell very bloody."

"There's nothing I can do about it. I just changed my clothes, not took a shower."

Li Qingshan smiled.

"Let me wash you."

Taiming rolled up his sleeves and said.