Chapter 82 I've seen this face
Episode 82 I've seen this face
"Why are you staring at a brass decoration?" He Qisi asked.
I would like to move this decoration, or smash it. However, not to mention the presence of He Qisi, just the presence of other police officers made me feel restricted and inconvenient to act. As long as I have someone I can trust on my side, I won't have to be so hesitant.
Suddenly, I realized the importance of socializing.
No, the importance of cultivating confidants.
Is there still such a thing as confidants in this era?
They are all communities of interests, right?
I said, "It looks like a mirror, take a look."
He Qisi squinted his eyes and glanced at me. "I thought you found some clues. If you don't hurry up, Shang Hexing will solve the case first. I just heard him say that he had made a new discovery."
"Young." I saw that he was being led in another direction by me, and pointed my finger, "Young people fight for credit. To put it bluntly, Shang Hexing solved the case, but it is also my case, so the credit should still be attributed to me. Because I have a keen eye for pearls, and a good horseman can recognize a good horse. This is because I know how to use people. He worked hard, which means that even if I just lie down, it is also a kind of intelligence."
“…”
He Qisi said he didn't want to talk to me.
But out of the corner of my eye, I had already seen Fu Lin. Obviously he had heard what I had just said, so when our eyes met, he frowned and made no effort to hide his dissatisfaction with what I had just said.
"Mr. Shang."
After hearing my politeness, Fu Lin continued to walk out from the corner.
So I asked again: "How is the progress? Are you working hard? Don't let me down."
Fu Lin paused for a moment, glared at us, and then approached us again. He looked at He Qisi and said, "I have solved the mystery of the secret passage."
He Qisi naturally didn't say anything.
Because I am his teacher and leader.
He can't speak.
I only have an encouraging attitude towards others' outstanding talents, "Okay, you say."
Afterwards, I heard from others that Fu Lin thought I was careless, frivolous and frivolous.
"We are now actually on L1, not B1. The bar uses the concept of Penrose stairs. When we think we are going up, we are actually going down. When we go down again, we are actually going up."
Fu Lin looked around and said, "We just thought that the corridor was in L1. The rooms around it are all fixed, and there is a basement, so there shouldn't be a secret passage here. Also, because there is radar detection and there is another basement, we naturally think we are still in L1."
In order to avoid nitpicking, Fu Lin said, "I have seen the imaging diagram, which is two-dimensional. There is no three-dimensional diagram, so I can't see the difference."
I asked, "How are you going to prove your point? Take me for a walk two or three times and let me feel it for myself?"
The Penrose stairs can be built in a four-dimensional world, but they are impossible buildings in our three-dimensional world. In most cases, they still rely on human illusion. If people could sense it from the beginning, they wouldn't have been able to deceive so many people so successfully.
Fu Lin said: "If you want to artificially create this illusion, you must use the gentle slope phenomenon."
The gentle slope phenomenon refers to the fact that because the slope changes slightly, when people think they are going uphill, they are actually going downhill.
To overcome this illusion -
One is to take advantage of changes in the environment. This bar corridor is pure black from the floor to the wall, and it is difficult to see any specific changes from this angle.
The second is the twisted climbing feeling. Because there is an elevator to go up and down the stairs, you don’t feel the effort or energy saving of going up and down the slope.
He Qisi obviously wanted to join in our discussion, "If the gentle slope phenomenon is used, then we will naturally use the change in slope. We take a ball and roll it to see if the speed of the ball changes."
Fu Lin countered: "The angle of the gentle slope change is controlled between 1 and 10 degrees. In order to smoothly connect the changes in the room, the value is lowered to 1 to 2 degrees. In addition, the distance is not long, and there is resistance and friction. The actual operation effect may not be that good."
He Qisi: “…”
I said, "We have the capital here. We don't need such crude props. We have everything from inclinometers to levels."
He Qisi looked at me again and couldn't help laughing, but turned his head away and didn't let me see.
"……?"
Is there some funny thing hidden in this that I don't know about?
There are other methods, but we won’t go into details here.
I can simply say that if we walk into the employee passage, we walk into B1 instead of the original floor. In fact, it is sufficient to use radar outside to detect the movement trajectory of people in the building, and there is no need to test indoors.
Someone outside can just take the equipment and take a look around. If they find anything wrong, they can just make a phone call to notify us.
It’s not like we’re stuck indoors.
I turned my eyes away from He Qisi's face and said, "Don't let the store manager leave before the test. If he finds a secret passage, you will take the lead in sending the store manager to the police station. Give him a good beating."
Thirty minutes later, we used static blasting expansion agent to open the hole in the B1 floor, and finally used a crowbar to push open the gap.
Originally I was going to look for a switch, but I think it would be much easier to destroy it.
Besides, who is this secret tunnel going to be kept in such good condition?
*
B2 has almost no light.
As soon as the flashlight entered, the beam was quickly swallowed up by the black mist-like particles called "darkness". At the same time, there was a strange smell in the air.
Upon closer inspection, it was a pungent smell of ozone.
That was the unique smell of high-voltage mechanical equipment. B2 seemed to be some computer room or server room. Now as soon as the pit is opened, you can smell the smell.
Either the high-voltage equipment inside is operating, or there is some residual electrical reaction.
"There's no light down there, and we don't know how deep it is. Just go down alone and find out what's going on." I looked up and asked them for a set of gas masks and safety suits. "Stay outside the bar and don't let anyone get close. If there's no problem, go in and investigate."
I do say this for safety reasons.
Besides, if there is something in there that cannot be shown to others for the time being, I will have a rough idea of it myself.
Because I can say that the flood washed away my own Dragon King Temple and dug out my own nest, which is a stab in the back to the original organization no matter how you look at it.
"Just use the radio receiver."
After saying this, I used the ladder to enter the B2 space.
The space was extremely quiet.
When I landed on the B2 floor, I could feel the sound of wind in my ears. But I didn't feel the presence of the wind. It was rather like the sound of my blood rushing to my ears as I landed, breathing in unison with my breathing.
“…”
Maybe it’s because I know I’m doing something bad.
This unfamiliarity became my anxiety and discomfort.
fear.
Maybe that’s the word I wanted to say.
Even though I have everything in order and seem like I’m not afraid of anything, I am actually afraid too. Many times, I am still a coward, otherwise I would not be a decent person who pursues not making mistakes. However, sometimes, I am still a very slow person.
It was a long time after I had done what I was doing that I suddenly realized that I was scared. Lying quietly in bed, I unconsciously replayed the dangerous situations I had experienced, feeling scared over and over again. Only after I have comforted myself continuously can I completely forget about it.
At this moment, I can only take a deep breath and focus on dealing with the things in front of me.
From the previous scanning images, the terrain of B2 is the same as that of B1, but the difference is that the spaces inside are all laboratories. At this moment, the entire laboratory was in a power-off state, and there were even scattered documents on the ground. I don't rush to look at the documents, but instead look at the dust on the equipment and doors and windows to determine how long the space has been abandoned.
According to this situation, the deceased did indeed escape from underground to B1.
The purpose is either to reveal the existence of this space or to escape.
My eyes followed the light of the flashlight, from the culture room to laboratory ABC, then to the monitoring room and growth assessment room, the testing room and the huge freezer.
Some of the doors were locked, while others were not locked in time.
I felt like I was playing an RPG, a horror one at that. The situation now is like pushing toilet cubicles one by one to see what scary things will appear.
I feel relieved when I see that the door is not open.
The door opened and I was still startled.
My hand just closed on a new doorknob.
At this moment, a "Zila--" sound came from the receiver, and Fu Lin's voice came out first, "You've been in there for more than ten minutes. How's the situation? Can you turn on the camera?"
Hearing other people's voices, my Schrodinger's courage returned. "This is an underground laboratory, and its specific purpose has not yet been verified. The power is off now, and the circuits of the switch are damaged. It is difficult to see the situation inside when the power is on, and it is also impossible to see it when the power is turned on. It is better to have someone come down and take a good picture."
"Sounds like no one?"
I said calmly, "We haven't finished visiting all of them yet, so there might be someone out there. Maybe someone hasn't jumped out yet, and is still hiding and waiting for an opportunity to strike."
Fu Lin was not satisfied with my answer. "You should be more serious. I'm afraid you won't be able to laugh when you are attacked."
"If we get attacked by surprise, there will probably be two results. Either he will be captured by me, or I will be used as a hostage and force you to find a way to escape. Generally speaking, it won't be a big deal."
However, if the other party has another way to escape and is still hiding in this space, that would be another story.
For this reason, I didn’t even bring my cell phone when I left B2.
If the air in B2 contains high concentrations of ozone and flammable gases, the electric spark from the mobile phone may easily cause an explosion.
There is no point in making such speculation.
Because this is within the scope of safety considerations, there is no need to say more. The main purpose of my coming down here is to check if there are any dangerous sources and deal with them immediately, so that it will be convenient for more people to come down and investigate.
I concluded, "Let me finish reading first, don't distract me." Then I hung up.
In fact, I have participated in many experimental activities since I went to college, so I learned that this is just one of many underground laboratories. The sense of familiarity quickly overwhelmed my discomfort with the unfamiliar environment. However, the last place opened was the freezer.
The temperature is not as low as expected.
From this we can already infer how long the power outage lasted - at least it started last night and the temperature has now returned to normal.
The freezer isn't filled with shelves and shelves of test tubes or petri dishes. Correspondingly, there are neatly arranged culture chambers one after another. The capsule is a huge glass tank filled with nutrient solution, which at first glance looks like a circulating water column in an aquarium.
The freezer is quite large, perhaps as large as the B1 parking lot, and contains at least 30 freezers.
When the cold beam of the flashlight shone into the dark cabin, the originally dark space seemed to be awakened by some magic, and the outline of a mature human body gradually emerged. As the light penetrated, I also noticed that the turbid color in the nutrient solution gradually spread, contaminating the originally clear liquid.
"The person is dead."
The light also shines into the other culture chambers.
In the almost transparent liquid, human figures of all sizes were suspended quietly, like puppets without strings, their bodies had lost their vitality and were completely dead.
I have an indescribable feeling of weirdness.
Due to my work, I have come into contact with many corpses, and of course I have been to the morgue many times.
This strange feeling naturally does not come from death, but from the unreal stillness. It was like returning to your laboratory after get off work and finding that everyone had left and only half-finished or unfinished experiments were left - it was a strange state, as if time and all life activities were paused at a moment when they should not have stopped.
I even had a feeling of "No, I have to complete this experiment."
Is this a professional obsession?
I shook my head and walked around in the freezer.
Rather than looking at the information, it is more important to find out whether there is a baby here.
Compared to an adult, a baby's body structure may allow it to survive in a shorter nutrient solution.
For one thing, cells that have not yet fully developed may in some cases be more resilient and adaptable than adult cells. The baby's vitality can be maintained longer between thawing.
Secondly, newborn babies have a natural breathing reflex. They have a special valve in their throat that automatically closes their airway when in water, just like living in amniotic fluid. The incubator has its own oxygen delivery system, which realizes an automatic breathing cycle. It prevents adults from drowning after a power outage even if there is oxygen in the liquid.
After walking around and finding that there was no baby in there, I felt regretful but also relieved. But soon, I noticed movement in the darkness, and at the same time, my eyes were drawn to the infusion stand at the end of the freezer.
My heartbeat began to slow down, but the sound of the wind in my ears became louder and louder.
I don't know who told me this.
There is no scientific basis for this, it is more of an experience-based statement.
That is, when you encounter something that scares you, you must see this thing clearly, otherwise you will be afraid for the rest of your life because you don't know what it is.
So I raised the light of my flashlight.
My eyes slowly moved downwards, first seeing the other person's feet, knees, hands, then chest, and then face. The man sat in a wheelchair, staring at me quietly, his eyes heavy and complicated.
I felt a sense of strangeness, yet I also felt as if I had seen this face somewhere before. He didn't seem completely unfamiliar. It was a face that looked very much like that of an acquaintance, but I couldn't remember the name for a moment.
"Cui Shi, you shouldn't have come here."
He spoke first.
I also remembered the name of this face.
His name is Cui Shi, also known as Tang Li.
I just saw them.
You must know, you must know, you must know!
I really feel like I have a one-track mind sometimes.
If I met a suspicious person at this time, I should have doubted his identity and been wary of his behavior, but I somehow walked up to him, bent my knees slightly and squatted in his direction, not letting myself put any unnecessary pressure on him, just like a medical staff being patient and tolerant to an old man.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."
I thought about this standard rescue behavior of mine afterwards.
What should this be called?
major.
When the system knows this, they will applaud me.
But as soon as I finished speaking, he slapped me loudly.
His force was not great, but it caused great damage to my spirit and psychology.
I was stunned for a moment, but quickly regained my composure and remained calm.
Even though my heart was filled with curse words, it was like spilled milk and I couldn't stop it.
Children don't listen.
I was just about to open my mouth to reason with the other party.
Suddenly, another light came from the freezer.
The light swept across my stunned face at lightning speed, and finally stopped on the face of the person in the wheelchair who was probably suffering from endocrine disorders, or intermittent violent disorder, or had a hole in his brain, or actually had vicious dog genes mixed in his genetic sequence.
Later, Fu Lin's voice rang out.
The man in the wheelchair looked completely depressed, his eyes were cold and empty, and he said to me: "Cui Shi, kill him."
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