Chapter 102 Completed
"You go back first." Xie Tu didn't even turn his head, gesturing for everyone in Team Zero to follow.
Everyone felt a mix of emotions.
The rabbit lagged two steps behind as she walked down the corridor, and couldn't help but look back as she turned the corner.
Seeing Qi Ling standing there alone, her expression blank and helpless.
In his world, the robots he treasured were destroyed by them, and the officers who promised to take him home were lying to him...
The only remaining thought was the letter he had given to Yun Zhao.
A pang of pity welled up in the rabbit's heart.
She knew in her heart that Qi Ling was innocent; he was merely a victim of this apocalyptic disaster.
But reason told her that this was a mutant, which could mutate at any time and become a monster that would threaten their lives.
They shouldn't associate with such creatures.
The rabbit didn't look any further and quickly caught up with its teammates.
"Captain, we have 20 minutes left. Where do we go now?" Duan Xi released his spiritual form, the peregrine falcon, and couldn't help but ask.
Xie Tu led the way, turning through two long corridors with practiced ease, before suddenly stopping.
"arrive."
They stopped in front of a door.
This floor is where the soldiers lived.
Area A was renovated from the original subway tunnel and station, with numerous passageways and identical rooms on both sides.
From the outside, there is no difference.
Tao Haohao was confused and was about to speak.
"Is this Major General Qin's residence?" It was Yun Zhao's voice.
The group gasped upon hearing this.
Duan Xi looked shocked. "Major General Qin is the gatekeeper?"
Xie Tu had a tense expression and wanted to curse, the word "brainless" was on the tip of his tongue, but when he saw the idle little bluebird, he swallowed it back.
"Let's go in and take a look."
Xie Tu kicked Duan Xi and said, "Go open the door."
Duan Xi dodged, shrugged, and skillfully pried open the door lock.
The room was pitch black and empty.
The layout is exactly the same as the rooms downstairs, but the furnishings are completely different.
On the wall directly opposite the entrance hang stage photos of opera actors. The actors in the portraits are dressed in gorgeous costumes, with exquisite makeup, their eyes sparkling, and every smile and frown full of spirit.
A bunk bed and a wardrobe were placed against the wall, and miscellaneous items were piled up in various corners of the room.
Opposite the bed was a wooden table and chairs, piled high with various books and documents, some of the papers yellowed and with slightly curled edges.
An old-fashioned fountain pen lay quietly on the desk, with dried ink still remaining in the ink bottle next to it.
Next to the bed, there is a small bedside table.
On the cabinet sat an open opera script, its pages covered with annotations and notes, clearly demonstrating the owner's deep knowledge and passion for opera.
Next to the script was a pair of glasses, the lenses of which were worn and the frames were also a bit old, as if they had been with their owner for a long time.
"General Qin is actually a theater enthusiast?" Duan Xi was the first to walk in and picked up the script from the low cabinet.
I looked through it by the light of a flashlight.
The script is called "Qiaozikou".
The story tells of scholar Lin Zhaode who was wrongfully sentenced to death and taken to Qiaozikou for execution. Lin's fiancée, Wang Chun'ai, disregarded her father's objections, dressed entirely in white, and rushed to the execution ground to offer a sacrifice.
Because there were many prisoners to be executed at the execution ground, each was tied to a separate group. Chun Ai identified several groups and finally found Zhao De, where she confessed her true feelings to him face to face.
After Bao Zheng investigated the case, the truth came to light.
"Is this Sichuan Opera?" Duan Xi didn't actually understand these things, but with these things in front of him, even a fool could guess.
Song Liang walked over, took the script from his hand, and flipped through it. "Wangniangtan, Yuhe Bridge... these are all Sichuan Opera versions. It's a pity there's no electricity in the shelter, so Major General Qin can't listen to the opera, he can only look at the script."
Sichuan Opera, face-changing, facial makeup...
They are all related to traditional culture.
Has the captain discovered something?
Song Liang turned his head and looked at Xie Tu, who was standing at the door.
The man remained calm and stood upright at the door, clutching the guide's backpack strap.
Seeing that he didn't want to speak, Song Liang looked at Yun Zhao again.
Yun Zhao returned his gaze and said softly, "I wasn't there when you spoke with Major General Qin several times."
The implication was that she was unaware of this matter.
When Xie Tu arrived there that day, he went to get the key by himself and wandered around the shelter with Major General Qin. No one knows what the two talked about.
The next day, when Major General Qin came looking for her, she was sleeping in the next room and still didn't hear what they were talking about.
Yun Zhao also cast an inquiring glance at Xie Tu.
Xie Tu, under everyone's gaze, lowered his head and calculated the time.
Only a dozen minutes left.
"Do you still remember what Major General Qin said?"
Xie Tu finally spoke, "In the first year of the apocalypse, the supreme commander of the 74th Army Group sacrificed his life. The lieutenant general was killed by civilians, and he became the supreme commander of the 74th Army Group."
"In the third year of the apocalypse, of the nearly 100,000 troops in the five divisions and five brigades of the 74th Army Group, only more than 4,000 soldiers survived."
Tao Haohao scratched his head. "That's what he said, but what does that have to do with our mission?"
Xie Tu didn't answer him. He looked around the room and changed the subject, "Do you think the data stored in the 'National Crisis Data Reserve' is complete?"
Tao Haohao thought the captain's question was nonsense.
The data repository, the size of a subway station platform and larger than their training ground, took the six of them two days to search through. On the second day, Qi Ling joined them, but they still hadn't finished looking through all the data.
Song Liang seemed to understand and replied, "With insufficient troops and firepower, we need to rely on robots to carry out the rescue in the early stages. Where does the military get the spare resources to collect such comprehensive data and specimens?"
Imagine a normal person in a post-apocalyptic world, surrounded by monsters. Their first reaction would be to find a safe place to hide, and then look for food and water.
Who would bother to expend a lot of effort to move books?
In particular, the monster's slime has a corrosive effect, so even if you risk moving it, there is a risk of damage.
The officers above would not sacrifice the lives of their soldiers for the sake of this information.
"Aren't there robots?"
Duan Xi frowned. "In the second year of the Dark Apocalypse, there could be no survivors on the ground. The robots were responsible for transporting supplies and also brought in these documents."
Xie Tu said calmly, "That's the problem. Apart from Qi Ling's robot, we haven't found any other robots."
"Moreover, the information is so comprehensive, did you find any corroded books in the boxes you went through?"
There wasn't a single trace; each book looked brand new.
The first two years were a critical period for searching for supplies.
Because food has an expiration date, and the tens of thousands of survivors underground need to eat every day, finding supplies is the top priority.
The military cannot devote all its energy to building databases.
They may be doing that, establishing a data center, but progress is slow and it would never be as comprehensive as it is now.
"The data storage facility, even if the military did have the idea of establishing it at the beginning, was incomplete. The National Crisis Storage Room that we see now was only established after the country fell to the enemy."
The thought struck everyone as terrifying.
If it wasn't done by the military, then the person who built the database... was a gatekeeper?
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