Aino was stunned for a moment:

“Ha, how is that possible?

"These are the 'high-level unintentional people' that Tarnan has encountered in so many years."

Before Jiang Baimian was waiting for Jiang Jianyao and the others asked again. She asked curiously:

"What happened in the middle?"

Boss, you are in your thirties on the outside, almost forty, not to mention why you act so gossipy? Jiang Baimian has mastered a lot of old-time vocabulary from Jiang Xiaoyue's related information.

However, she could also understand that the nature of gossip has nothing to do with age, and the more idle a person he loves gossip.

"In fact, it is a series of things caused by a 'Dream Protector' of the 'Mirror Dragon Sect' who suffered from 'Mysterious Disease'..." Jiang Baimianjian said everything he could say, and only concealed a few points.

Anyway, the boss really has to be willing to spend time, so Jiang Xiaoyue and other things will definitely be found out.

"That's it..." Aino, wearing a gorgeous long dress, nodded, "It sounds like a ghost story, especially the last jump."

"Yes." Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong both agreed.

If the "high-level unintentional person" chose another way of suicide, they might not have felt this way, but like Jiang Xiaoyue, he jumped down from the building, and it would inevitably make people have some associations.

"No matter what, you have to remember half of the credit you can solve this matter. I will tell Old Man Gu how to get some substantial rewards for you." Aino sat down again, looking at the computer screen, and said with a smile.

Long Yuehong was always a little curious about the relationship between the boss lady and President Gu, and couldn't help but ask:

"Ms. Aino, are you very familiar with President Gu?"

"You are familiar, why are you not familiar? I have been a fellow villager in the country for so many years. If I don't know each other, do you believe it?" Ainuo laughed and said, "That old man is so sensible and does not suffer any loss. He is just a little timid. He would rather miss it and not take risks."

After chatting for a few more words, the "old tuner group" took the elevator and returned to the second floor.

Ainoto looked at their backs covered by the elevator door and slowly withdrew his gaze.

She leaned back in the back of the chair and closed her eyes.

…………

In a pink room filled with teddy bears, lace skirts and various electronic products.

Aino sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the vermilion door with confusion.

Behind her, that is, the head of the bed, was a huge decorative painting hanging, with a dark ocean shining with glimmer and several islands looming.

Aino jumped out of the bed, walked step by step towards the door, and held the brass-colored handle.

She twisted and pulled gently, and the vermilion door opened back.

Outside the door is a corridor covered with dark yellow carpets, with rooms after rooms on both sides of the corridor.

No matter which end of the corridor, you can't see the end.

The countless rooms all had vermilion wooden doors and brass-colored old locks. Except for the golden door numbers, the others were exactly the same.

Aino stepped into the corridor, looked at each other, and glanced at him from the uncensored "door number".

Her body began to tremble at some point.

At this time, the corridor was extremely quiet and nothing happened.

A few seconds later, Aino suddenly turned around, walked back to the room, and closed the wooden door with a clang.

On her vermilion door, golden numbers indicate its identity:

“506”

…………

In room 221, Long Yuehong saw Jiang Baimian move out of the radio transceiver.

"Team leader, will you report to the company before you finish talking to the phone with Yuannao?" He did not hide his doubts.

Previously, Gnava had made it clear that after dealing with the matter of "high-level unintentionality", he would get the intelligent robots and auxiliary robots who fell into the cliff back, and he could arrange the "old tuner team" and "source brain" to have a call.

This is only two or three days.

Jiang Baimian replied with a smile while writing a telegram:

"Although I think the Mirage Dragon Sect is not like an organization that can do something like killing and silence, we can't be wary of it at all."

"Well, you can't believe it blindly." Shang Jianyao regained his identity as a "honorary member" of the sect.

"This..." Long Yuehong suddenly became a little nervous.

While Jiang Baimian was writing quickly, he smiled and said:

"This kind of thing is mainly because we are not afraid of ten thousand, but we are afraid of if we want it. Therefore, we still have to report our experiences during this period.

"After that, if we suddenly lose news, the company at least knows which direction to look for it, right?"

After saying it casually, she was suddenly stunned and subconsciously glanced at Shang Jianyao, and found that his expression was normal and there was no change.

"Cough..." Jiang Baimian cleared his throat, "I wrote this, do you think there is any problem?"

She quickly read the original telegram she had drafted.

After listening quietly, Bai Chen frowned slightly and said:

“Will you say too little?”

Jiang Baimian's telegram only mentioned the origin, encounter, ending, and the illusion of Jiang Xiaoyue jumping off the building and committing suicide, without saying the "old commissioning team"'s speculation, judgment, verification and role.

Of course, this includes the numbers "five", "zero" and "three", but no corresponding interpretation is attached.

At the end of the telegram, Jiang Baimian also mentioned that he would wait for another two or three days to talk to "Yuanna".

"How much content can a telegram be stuffed? When I return to the company, I will add it according to the situation when writing the task report." Jiang Baimian is already a veteran in this regard.

——The batch of computers they obtained to save people did not mention it when they sent a telegram to the company that they had arrived in Tarnan.

"It can be made into a serial form." Shang Jianyao provided suggestions.

"They don't want to." Jiang Baimian answered briskly.

"They" refer to the employees of the confidential communications department of the "Security Department".

Soon, Jiang Baimian translated the original telegram and sent it out.

When the "old tuner group" had brunch and was preparing to sleep, "Pangu Biology" replied a telegram:

"...It's done well... and after talking to Yuannao, you can go back to the company to rest."

After hearing Jiang Baimian recite the last half of the sentence, Long Yuehong felt a little crying with joy.

They have been to the surface for several months, from late autumn to late winter.

Including the time required for the return trip, they will inevitably miss the most lively, grand and cheerful festival of "Pangu Biology" every year - the New Year.

This made Long Yuehong miss homesicker more than usual.

Just when Long Yuehong wanted to say "finally", Shang Jianyao expressed his opinion:

"This is a bit unlucky."

That's right... Jiang Baimian suddenly felt that there would be any accidents in the middle.

Bai Chen looked at Long Yuehong without any trace, quickly withdrew his gaze, and gently patted his face.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Baimian asked curiously.

"Our wilderness habits are the habits of wanderers." Bai Chen explained simply, "If you say or hear unlucky words, you can slap your mouth as if it has not happened."

"Is that true?" Long Yuehong tried to imitate Bai Chen's actions.

Jiang Baimian asked again when he was confused:

"Why haven't you done this before?"

This is not the first time that it has appeared in the "old tune group".

Bai Chen was silent for two seconds:

"I didn't believe in things like Geely or not."

"..." Long Yuehong didn't know what to say.

…………

I slept until the evening, and the "old tuner group" got up and went out to look for food.

Walking through the secluded alley, they arrived at the Riverside Avenue.

The street lights are not very spaced here, and they are all lit up, illuminating the streets like daytime.

Under the light, stalls were placed one by one, with most of the items found in the ruins of the old world city.

The preachers, choruses, dancers, and perform balanced skills gathered in the same place, making the "River Avenue" very lively.

This is just like what Shang Jianyao and the others saw on the first night they arrived in Tarnan.

Looking back on the empty silence of the previous two days, Long Yuehong suddenly felt a little emotional:

"I kind of understand the meaning of our previous work..."
To be continued...