After the lights are turned off, outside Room 23, Area C.

Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong, wrapped in military green thick cotton coat, gathered together and shone the light of the flashlight towards the brown red wooden door with white numbers written on it.

"I really want to try it?" When things came to an end, Long Yuehong was still a little timid.

Shang Jianyao took out the electronic card with his other hand and said calmly:

"You pay attention to my condition, and shout immediately if there is anything wrong."

"Scream?" Long Yuehong subconsciously asked back.

Wake him up?

Shang Jianyao held the door handle with the flashlight and replied seriously:

"Call for help."

"..." Long Yuehong was speechless.

Then, he took a breath, adjusted his lungs, and was always ready to shout loudly.

Shang Jianyao gently pulled the lock plate away and slowly twisted the handle.

He pushed the door forward little by little, as if the door weighed thousands of pounds.

Finally, the door of Room 23 opened a huge gap, and the scene inside was faintly visible under the residual light of the flashlight.

"There is no abnormality this time." Shang Jianyao said as he pushed the door open completely.

When Long Yuehong heard this, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and then reminded him:

"You have to be careful when you go in."

Shang Jianyao half turned his body and glanced at him with a strange look:

"Aren't you supposed to go in first?"

At this moment, Long Yuehong suffocated.

The next second, he saw Shang Jianyao illuminating Room No. 23 with a flashlight.

It is not big, almost the same as Long Yuehong's original home, with mottled white paint on the walls and standard stone tiles on the floor. Apart from that, it is empty and nothing.

After the light of the flashlight shone through every corner, Shang Jianyao took steps forward.

He walked slowly, as if he had become a rusty robot, almost moving through the open door.

Long Yuehong forgot the joke just now, and was nervous again, and could shout "Help" at any time.

It took more than ten seconds for Shang Jianyao to enter the room No. 23.

He turned around and pressed the flashlight against his chin, allowing the light to shine brightly and darkly on his face.

"Long Yuehong..." Shang Jianyao shouted slowly and slowly with a fluctuating voice.

"What?" Long Yuehong's body tightened.

Shang Jianyao's voice maintained that sinister feeling:

"Do you think I look like a ghost..."

"..." Long Yuehong wanted to curse.

He breathed, and he said in a tactful way:

"Fortunately, I haven't returned the small speaker yet, otherwise I'd like to play another song that can create a horror atmosphere at this time, and it will be more exciting."

Shang Jianyao glanced at him contemptuously:

"This will make others sleep."

Long Yuehong couldn't refute it.

Shang Jianyao immediately withdrew his gaze and used the light of the flashlight to check the situation in Room 23 inch by inch.

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Long Yuehong mustered up the courage and moved the door bit by bit.

"No..." Long Yuehong's words just spoke and swallowed them back.

What he wanted to say was "nothing is wrong".

Shang Jianyao looked at him with regret:

"Why don't you finish?"

I'm not stupid... Although I still don't think there is anything wrong with my luck, I would rather believe it than not at this time... Long Yuehong murmured a few words silently, and then followed the light of the flashlight to search for possible abnormalities.

The shabby furniture in Room 23 has been emptied, which has quickly ended the busyness of Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong.

"Nothing..." Long Yuehong took back the light of the flashlight from the vent above.

Shang Jianyao looked at him and asked with a smile:

"How do you think about this overall?"

"What is the overall evaluation?" Long Yuehong was a little confused and replied according to her own understanding, "This place is older, and it seems to be a little colder than outside..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped.

After a few seconds, Long Yuehong asked with a little fear:

"Do you think it's a bit like the atmosphere in Dimarco's room at that time, but it's much lighter?"

He still remembers the gloomy dark environment created by Dimarco's consciousness of life.

"Congratulations, you've answered correctly." Shang Jianyao patted the side of the flashlight with his palm.

Long Yuehong looked around and said tentatively:

"The abnormality of the sensation has been lifted, it's just a trace."

Shang Jianyao did not answer him, and walked out of the room with a flashlight.

"Where to go?" Long Yuehong quickly followed.

He didn't dare to stay alone in Room 23.

Shang Jianyao looked ahead and replied calmly:

“Go back to sleep.”

Long Yuehong thought about it and found that nothing else was going to happen.

At this time, Shang Jianyao Qingpiaopiao left a sentence:

"Remember to close the door."

…………

The next day was the weekend off for "Pangu Biology". Shang Jianyao took the electronic card and bought a bunch of things like cloth, canned food, bags of rice in the "supply market".

To transport them, he borrowed a cart from the "Material Supply Market".

"Oh, Xiaoshang, do you make so much money when you go out?"

"Is this a fortune?"

"It's really that good to go out for the field?"

Along the way, neighbors who knew Shang Jianyao greeted him one after another.

Shang Jianyao was not humble and responded directly:

“Yes, I’m d5.

"So too."

He acted openly and was almost yelling along the street with a loudspeaker.

“d5?”

"I don't know other 'safety department' employees, how could I get promoted so quickly?"

"Which unit are you in the 'Safety Department'?"

Neighbors were either shocked, envious, or had the idea of ​​introducing a partner to Shang Jianyao.

In their impression, Shang Jianyao was an honest child and should not lie in such matters, and such lies were easily exposed.

Just chatting and walking, Shang Jianyao came to an open room.

This is Shen Du's family.

Shen Du's child was standing by the dining table and recognizing the numbers in the simple textbook.

He looked up at the door, without saying hello, without shyness, he lowered his head and continued to look at the basic numbers.

Compared with what Shang Jianyao looked like in his memory, he did not grow much, but he became obviously silent.

Shen Du's wife Tian Jing was cleaning the room during her rest day. She felt something moving at the door before turning around.

"Xiao Shang, why are you..." Tian Jing said crooked the dirty rag.

Shang Jianyao smiled:
To be continued...