long night fire

With the help of the military exoskeleton device, Jiang Baimian could clearly see the details of the books on the bookshelf at the door.

There are not many of them left, not even occupying one-fifth of the bookshelves. Most of them belong to the philosophical category, some are about the ancient classics of the Huitu people, and some are derived from the tomes of the Honghe people.

Another part is management.

All in all, nothing worth reading.

Jiang Baimian turned his head to Du Heng and Shang Jianyao and said:

"Let's search separately to see if there are any clues here."

"Okay." Du Heng didn't object.

He walked directly to the bookshelves, seeming very interested in those books.

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao approached the desk while searching.

On the way, Shang Jian Yao sighed:

"It's been a long time since anyone cleaned here."

"For the Eighth Research Institute, the dean is a taboo topic. It's normal not to allow employees to enter the office he used." Jiang Baimian said "Yes".

Soon, they arrived at the desk, each picked up a piece of information scattered on it, and flipped through it.

Some of these are building repair plans of the Eighth Research Institute, some are budget plans for a certain year, and some are requests for instructions on vacation.

Some of them are written in gray soil script, and some are all in Honghe language, which seems very confusing.

The only thing they have in common is that they are both old and neither contains valuable information.

"Here's another copy." After Shang Jianyao opened three drawers in succession, he took out an equally old document.

Jiang Baimian leaned over and found that it was an application to transform the second research area, and it was written in Huitu language.

Rushing, Shangjian Yao quickly turned to the last page of the document.

Someone here wrote two large characters in flamboyant handwriting:

"agree".

There is also a signature under these two big characters, Jiang Baimian looked carefully and recognized it.

It reads:

"Du Heng"

Du Heng!When Jiang Baimian's pupils dilated, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

In the cold wind piercing the bone marrow, Du Heng's voice floated over:

"What are you looking at?"

Chapter 117 The End of the Dream

Jiang Baimian can be considered well-informed and has a lot of experience. At this moment, there is still a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and he almost shudders.

She forcibly settled her mind, took the document on the transformation of the second research area from Shang Jianyao, superimposed it with the materials she had read before, turned around and handed it to Du Heng who walked nearby, and smiled said:

"Looking at the documents on the table, they are all left over from the old world, and they are relatively well preserved."

Du Heng, who was wearing a black robe, took the materials, flipped through them twice, and said with a smile:

"It's all trivial things, of no value, no wonder they were left in this room."

"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao agreed.

If Jiang Baimian hadn't warned him with the help of the communication system embedded in the military exoskeleton device, he might have brought up the document, turned to the signature section, and proudly told Du Heng that there was someone with the same name as you, and he suspected that The mysterious principal of the Eighth Research Institute.

Du Heng just flipped through the first page of each document, then shook his head and said:

"It's nothing to look at."

He then returned the materials to Jiang Baimian.

Jiang Baimian started talking nonsense:

"It's still of some value. It can help us understand the operating mode of the Eighth Research Institute before the destruction of the old world. This may contain a lot of secrets."

Du Heng, as he usually does, stroked his beard beside his mouth indifferently:

"Then do your research."

Anyway, he won't waste this time.

Are you not an antiquarian?These are all ancient documents... Jiang Baimian couldn't help but slander while rejoicing.

They split up again and searched the rest of the office.

Seeing that Du Heng distanced himself from the two of them, Jiang Baimian relaxed his tense nerves a little, thinking about what happened just now:

"This office belongs to the original dean of the Eighth Research Institute, and his signature is Du Heng...

"That is to say, either the mysterious dean of the Eighth Research Institute is indeed Du Heng, or he, like Qin Ke, the great elder of the City at the end of the year, encountered certain things and began to call himself Du Heng, thus becoming a taboo of the Eighth Research Institute , was forbidden to be mentioned by the strongmen of the 'New World'.

"Uh, this and the fact that some of Professor Qin's memory has a special state that people can ignore, and that Mr. Du Heng possesses the same ability confirms each other...

"It made perfect sense for Mr. Du Heng to appear in the academic lectures of the Holm Reproductive Medical Center...

"As the dean of the Eighth Research Institute and the actual controller of the Northern Company, it is normal for him to listen to the lectures jointly organized by his own organization and other research organizations in his own name... Well, the Eighth Research Institute is a confidential institution. Mr. Du Heng may not have any obvious position in the North Company, so he didn't hold any title..."

The more Jiang Baimian thinks about it, the more she feels that this Du Heng is the other Du Heng. As for which situation it is, she is currently inclined to the former one.

This is because the academic lectures at the Holm Reproductive Medical Center were held before the destruction of the old world.

At that time, "Du Heng" was called Du Heng.

And the dean of the Eighth Research Institute must have all sorts of special features. Maybe he was besieged and killed by the "deputy dean" and "Professor Li" and others, and lost his physical body, but he did not die completely. From time to time, the awakened people in the depths of the "spiritual corridor" go crazy and start calling themselves Du Heng.

Stop, you can't be fed and infected, and make up a big show by yourself... After thinking about it, Jiang Baimian decided to explore the depths of the Eighth Research Institute, and after confirming what the important thing is, look for Du Heng's tone again.

Thinking of this, she said to Shang Jianyao with the help of the communication system embedded in the military exoskeleton device:

"I'll create an opportunity for you later. You can go directly into the 'Mind Corridor' and repeat the memorized solution in the dream in the '205' room to see if it's still a meeting room after you pass through it.

"If not, continue to explore and see if there is any gain.

"Well, this one is to prevent Mr. Du Heng from suddenly recovering his memory, and the six relatives don't recognize him. The second is to go to the depths of the Eighth Research Institute. He may encounter something else. It is a little improvement."

Shang Jianyao had no objection, but was just curious:

"How to create opportunities?"

"It's simple." Jiang Baimian said with a smile, "Many times, telling the truth is the best way to solve problems."

She went straight to Du Heng who came to the bookshelf again, and said with a smile:

"Teacher Du Heng, I plan to find a place to rest for half an hour before moving on."

"Why?" Du Heng asked with a smile.

Jiang Baimian sincerely explained:

"The next step is to enter the depths of the Eighth Research Institute. I thought that Shang Jianyao had already grasped the solution to the academic discussion in the dream. Why not take the opportunity to complete this matter and see if I can gain something in the dream?" .

"There are important secrets hidden in the depths of the Eighth Research Institute, and it is likely to be dangerous. I don't want to let go of the opportunity to improve my strength before exploring."

This is telling the real truth, there is no falsehood, but the other person who is not on guard is the person in front of him.

Du Heng nodded and made a joke:

"I understand, it's okay to grind your guns in battle."

He then asked:

"Why don't you just rest here?"

Isn't it afraid that you will be bored and look through the files in the room?Jiang Baimian already had reasons:

"This is the office of the chief dean of the Eighth Research Institute. He is very mysterious, and matters involving him are taboo topics. I'm afraid that something will happen if I stay for a long time."

"What am I afraid of?" Du Heng didn't care at all.

It was you who was afraid... Jiang Baimian didn't give Shang Jianyao a chance to speak:

"Please rest assured."

Du Heng has nothing to do with this:

"also."

After searching the office, they moved on, and not long after, a closed silver-white metal gate appeared in front of them.

"Just take a rest here." Jiang Baimian said immediately.

"Okay." Du Heng found a place against the wall and sat down cross-legged.

He was holding the books brought out by the dean's office in his hand to pass the time.

Jiang Baimian quietly glanced at the book, relying on the auxiliary function of the military exoskeleton device, accurately captured the title of the book:

"Sanxuan Brief Notes"

Dust ancient philosophy... Jiang Baimian withdrew his gaze and assumed the responsibility of vigilance.

Shang Jianyao imitated Du Heng and sat down cross-legged, pinched the temples on both sides blocked by the helmet, and entered the "spiritual corridor".

Outside the "205" room, he spent a little time rehearsing to ensure that he could fully repeat the solution provided by Jiang Baimian.

Afraid of forgetting, as soon as he entered the room and saw those figures emerging on the chair, he opened his mouth and made a "report" cracklingly.

After he finished speaking, after a brief silence, those people burst into warm applause.

"Excellent thinking."

"Very groundbreaking."

"..."

Amid such praise, the brown door of the conference room creaked open.

Seeing this, Shang Jianyao didn't care about anything else, and immediately walked out.

The outside was no longer a conference room, but a dimly lit corridor with no rooms on either side.

"Improved!" Shangjian Yaoxin praised.

At least you don't have to listen to academic exchanges anymore!

In the next second, he opened his arms and muttered to himself:

"I had a familiar feeling of coming home...

"Just ahead!"

He then rubbed his chin:

"This is what it's like to be near the gates of the 'New World'?

"My 'new world' door ahead?

"There is no place to find when you break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it?

"Is this too sudden and too coincidental?"

Shang Jian Yao didn't delay, and walked forward step by step along the dark corridor.

Even though the layout of the underground building here is obviously different from that of the "Pangaea", he still walked faster and faster, as if he could return to his door with his eyes closed.

After an unknown amount of time, Shang Jian Yao stopped.

At the end of the corridor appeared a double door.

It is dark black, both heavy and ethereal, two completely different and contradictory temperaments in one.

……

"I found the gate of the 'New World', in the dream of 'Dawn'." After returning to reality, Shang Jianyao told Jiang Baimian what happened to him with the help of the communication system embedded in the military exoskeleton device.

Jiang Baimian was startled at first, and then took it for granted.

The "205" room has been moved to Shang Jianyao for a long time, and it is not surprising that the door to the "New World" is hidden.

Jiang Baimian even suspected that even if Shang Jianyao didn't choose "205" and entered "503" at the risk of "unintentional disease", he would also find his "new world" door.

Hey... She sighed silently and long, and then said to Shang Jianyao: