Chapter 23 Abandoned Factory
"Hmm!" Kenji Hagiwara nodded casually, but he was actually extremely nervous inside. He was wondering if his reasoning about the time and route of the dungeon was correct, and what exactly happened to Kojinpei on that day, while he reached out his hand to Kazesei-no-Kami.
Feng Xingshou didn't think too much about it. She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the dungeon entrance. The moment they entered the dungeon, just like yesterday, Hagiwara's hand disappeared into thin air in her grasp.
Even though he was standing right next to her, she couldn't touch him. Hagiwara, unusually serious, glanced around nervously before taking out her phone and turning it on...
Seeing this, Feng Xingshou realized that the purpose of this trip was to see if his close friend Matsuda Jinpei had encountered danger on November 7, 2011, which was why he stopped sending him text messages and said things like he couldn't avenge him.
Mang also looked around, only to find that they were in a building again, which seemed to be an abandoned duty room or something similar, with old wooden desks, yellowed papers, pen holders without pens, and other items.
The Wind Star Guardian is now indiscriminate in its use of anything. Wood can be processed into smokeless charcoal, yellowed paper can still be used for writing, even a pen holder can be used as a container, and if all else fails, materials can be obtained by dismantling it using the game panel...
So, without seeing the friend Hagiwara mentioned, she quickly packed everything in the abandoned office into her backpack while she was busy collecting supplies.
Kenji Hagiwara, who was in the real world, seemed to realize something after seeing it on his phone. He dialed a number and walked towards the door of the duty room. Unfortunately, his phone had already managed to hold on for a while after reading a lot of text messages yesterday.
He tried to make a phone call that would consume even more battery, but was directly rejected. The call stopped before it even connected. What could Kenji Hagiwara do? He could only stare at the black screen of his phone and put it back in his pocket...
Then, while guessing where Feng Jiang was now and what she was busy with, I walked towards the door of the abandoned duty room. Unexpectedly, the scene outside the abandoned duty room was a very spacious abandoned factory.
Several people who were clearly researchers were busy working around two devices that contained pink and light blue glass jars, respectively. Two middle-aged men, whose shoulder blades and backs were slightly protruding and who looked like they were carrying guns, were also watching their surroundings warily.
With his keen insight, he realized almost instantly upon seeing the scene that the two jars contained a new type of chemical explosive. Judging from the actions of the researchers in white coats, it seemed they wanted to extract the liquid inside and study its composition.
They are currently struggling to dismantle it and extract its components, rather than planning its detonation. Besides, when encountering explosive bombs, bomb disposal teams usually prioritize detonation if possible, unless the damage caused by the detonation site is too great, in which case they will choose to dismantle it.
Most mobile bombs are detonated, but usually in open, spacious locations. This abandoned factory doesn't meet the requirements for detonation, and the researchers' clothing and the work they're doing don't fall under the category of bomb disposal.
The other two guards, both middle-aged and armed, resembled the police academy instructors, including Onizuka, in both posture and demeanor. Perhaps they were all professionals officially authorized to carry firearms, so his earlier speculation that they were researching the composition of this chemical explosive was probably quite accurate...
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He had originally seen this scene, and given his profession, there was no need for him to hide it. But now, not to mention that Feng Jiang needed him to teach her to drive, to teach her to survive any car race, he...
They have no confidence in returning.
The time he first saw the phone was November 11, 2011, four days after the day Xiaozhenping might have gotten into trouble. Once his identity was exposed, whether he returned voluntarily or was forced to return because the police considered him a suspicious person.
Nothing can be changed for Kojinpei, who is suspected to have had an accident four days ago. Moreover, he cannot get back the years he lost with his family. So no matter what, he cannot go back now.
With these considerations in mind, Kenji Hagiwara immediately became quiet and quietly retreated. Looking around the room, he thought for a moment and then gently wrote on the dusty table with his finger: {Kaze-chan! Are you still here?}
Because he was in a different dimension, the Wind Star Guardian had been watching Hagiwara's actions. Now, he saw that Hagiwara, who was about to leave, suddenly retreated quietly, and the table that he had put away reappeared out of thin air.
She even wrote a question on the table, but when she tried, she couldn't touch the table and realized that she was in a situation where she couldn't leave any writing for him.
She figured he wouldn't see it even if she wrote it elsewhere, so she couldn't give a direct answer. She simply slipped a packet of instant coffee into his pocket again, just like yesterday, to imply that he was nearby.
Feeling the heaviness in his pocket, Kenji Hagiwara smiled as he thought of yesterday, then wrote on the table: "Our arrival time wasn't precise enough; it was the 11th, four days earlier than planned."
There's an abandoned factory outside. There are people outside now, seemingly dismantling a chemical bomb. It's estimated that the bomb might explode during their dismantling when the daily dungeon countdown ends.
Before we go, collect anything useful, especially the spare magazines from the guns carried by the two men in suits who aren't wearing white coats. Our success tonight depends on those bullets.
Anyway, I need to find a way to prevent them from getting hurt and resolve the bomb threat. Taking some guns and bullets as payment isn't unreasonable, right? I'll probably have to write a long and arduous self-criticism about the missing firearms? My career will suffer a setback?
But this is better than death! Without realizing it, I feel like I'm turning into a lawless outlaw. -_-||
Just as he was thinking about these things, Feng Xing Shou saw what he had written and was worried that he would be disappointed and sad because he couldn't see the person he wanted to see due to the precise time error of the dungeon.
A strange intuition made her subconsciously think of something: since he said the chemical bombs here would explode, it was highly likely that they would happen. Would the people outside be able to escape in time?
Given the speed of the bomb, she felt the possibility was very small. In fact, the previous two instances would have turned out very badly if she and Hagiwara hadn't participated, and this one would be no exception.
If it weren't for the disastrous ending, the dungeon probably wouldn't even appear here. She also felt that with Hagiwara's intelligence and personality, he must have guessed these things as well. The fact that he wasn't mentioning it to her now, did it mean that he was already planning to risk his life to save people? After all, defusing bombs was his profession.
So what should I do? Like he said, focus on collecting supplies? No, bombs are too dangerous, far more dangerous than ordinary people fighting, even less dangerous than guns. If I let him act recklessly, I'd be risking his life.
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What could she do to stop him from doing anything reckless? Just as she was feeling somewhat at a loss, Kenji Hagiwara, who was standing nearby, was trying to avoid leaving any trace that would lead to the person who was destined to lose his service weapon finding out about him and implicating his family and friends in the investigation.
He casually wiped away the writing with his fingerprints on the table with his sleeve, then gently ground it with his foot.
He rolled the ground to erase the shoe prints before quietly walking to the door, hiding inside, and observing the situation outside.
As Feng Xingshou looked at the writing on the table, he remembered that he had put the table away earlier, and that Hagiwara had written on it, and the table had reappeared out of thin air, but he could no longer touch it.
Thinking to myself, if things continue as they are, perhaps after they leave the daily instance and reach the time when this place was supposed to explode and destroy everything, everything here will disappear, even if they changed the past.
Could the things I collect be stolen without being destroyed? Thinking about it this way makes me feel more certain about the principles of dungeons.
Moreover, this way, he could reduce the possibility of Hagiwara being in danger. Thinking of this, and knowing that no one outside could see him, Kazesei walked openly towards the door...
Kenji Hagiwara, cautiously peering through the abandoned guard room door, searching for an opportunity to make a move, was suddenly confronted with a dramatic shift in the scene before him. First, the eight most dangerous eggs vanished into thin air, and then even the researchers and the armed guards on alert also disappeared without a trace...
Seeing this, how could he not guess what had happened? He could only walk out, saying helplessly, "Feng-chan! Doing this might make them suspect they have a mental illness involving hallucinations and vision problems!"
{That's better than them getting into trouble here!} When Feng Xing Shou heard Hagiwara say that, he remembered that among the things he had packed were paper and pens used by researchers to take notes, so he quickly wrote a small note on his side and took it out from Hagiwara's side through his spatial backpack.
Kenji Hagiwara felt something extra in his shirt pocket. He took it out and saw the little note on it, and couldn't help but laugh. Even though Kaze-chan was from Chushu, how come her Chinese characters were even uglier than his own, a Japanese person?
A gentleman doesn't laugh at women. Although he might want to laugh, he wouldn't actually laugh out loud, so he could only continue nonchalantly, "What do you plan to do now?"
{Uh! It's a bit complicated. I found the table from before... so I decided to put them all into the backpack space that can freeze time and maintain vital signs to avoid danger. Anyway, no matter how powerful that chemical bomb is, it can't explode in my backpack.}
In short, not wanting to become strange thieves, let's try to destroy this abandoned factory before we leave! Anyway, it doesn't seem to have any use, and if we don't destroy it, the owner will probably demolish it himself later.
As for the others, they can be released from their backpacks before leaving the instance. I plan to take the bomb back with me and dismantle it using the game function, just like the blanket from last night. Maybe I can get some useful materials!
I remember learning in middle school that saltpeter could be used to make ice and cool things down. If we could decompose it into this material, it would be very useful in future disaster scenarios involving high temperatures. Besides, given the nature of this game, useful chemical raw materials would be very difficult to find...
"So you mean even if it's an abandoned factory and bombs that seem to have no use, you should still collect them and keep them for future use?" Looking at the densely packed reply note, Kenji Hagiwara could guess what Kaze was thinking.
He admired the fact that the person could come up with a more comprehensive solution in such a short time, a solution that reflected a different kind of thrift and efficient use of resources. He also felt a little amused, so he agreed, saying, "I think your approach is better than what I was thinking of."
{O(∩_∩)O~ The real challenge is how these poor folks will explain what happened to their bosses!}
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