After listening to Qiao Chu's words, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao spoke at the same time:

"I……"

Seeing that the other party had something to say, they closed their mouths together, and the scene suddenly fell into a strange silence.

After a few seconds, Jiang Baimian smiled and said:

"You talk first."

Shang Jianyao nodded seriously and said:

"I want to go to the bathroom first."

"...Isn't you any other thoughts?" Jiang Baimian almost got speechless.

Shang Jianyao did not think about it and answered directly:

"By the way to inspect other rooms."

"Is it better to use patrol?" Jiang Baimian asked back habitually.

Then, she nodded with satisfaction:

"Go."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Long Yuehong:

"Resting in a room of this closed nature, be sure to make sure there are no abnormalities inside.

"This is not a problem that can be solved simply by staying at night, because similar environments are narrow and narrow, with many obstacles, and it is difficult to escape, and it is difficult to fight. Even if you can detect unexpected situations in time, it will be quite troublesome."

Speaking of this, Jiang Baimian subconsciously glanced at Qiao Chu, quite surprised by his carelessness in alertness.

Is this commissioner of the Eighth Institute too confident and not afraid of accidents, or is he purely no experience in related aspects?

Qiao Chu didn't look at her, took off the silver rifle behind her and pulled the pretty intact brown-yellow painted chair in front of her.

He then walked to the old coffee table, took out several tissues from the dark packaging paper, and turned around to wipe the chair with severe dust.

Seeing this, Long Yuehong didn't know whether to follow Shang Jianyao to search for the room or help Qiao Chu clean the items.

"Just remember this time, just sit down." Jiang Baimian did not make things difficult for him.

Long Yuehong sat on the sofa like a conditioned reflex, but the gray surface, which was originally unknown, suddenly sank, then it thorned and tore it apart.

This made Long Yuehong unable to sit firmly and almost fell into the sofa.

Jiang Baimian withdrew his gentle gaze, glanced at the dirty subordinate, and laughed softly and said:

"Be careful, this place is full of antiques from seventy or eighty years ago or even longer.

"And, I don't know how many bacteria and viruses are in the dust. Although you have done genetic modifications and are not a constitution that is prone to diseases, you have to be careful."

"Yes, team leader!" Long Yuehong stood up and responded loudly, just like many times in the past.

"Team leader..." Qiao Chu repeated the noun in a low voice in his eyes, not caring much.

He had cleaned the chair and sat down.

Long Yuehong and Bai Chen began to pack up the sofa, chairs, and coffee table. Shang Jianyao returned to the junction of the living room and the dining room and walked towards the short corridor deep in the room.

At this time, with the arrival of night, the room was already dark.

The living room area is not bad, with large floor-to-ceiling windows. Even if there is no moon outside, the stars shine in a little, allowing Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and others to barely see each other's faces. After entering the aisle, Shang Jianyao could only roughly distinguish the outlines of some things.

Shang Jianyao pulled the zipper of the camouflage backpack with his back hand and took out a silver flashlight with a grainy appearance from the inside.

——He doesn’t always hang the flashlight on his armed belt, and occasionally put it in the backpack that is standard in the security department.

With the orange light column emitted by the flashlight, Shang Jianyao saw clearly the scene ahead:

There are brown-red wooden doors on both sides of the aisle, but they are asymmetrical and have different styles: the one on the left is closer to the entrance, there is heavy glass above which can't see the scene inside, and the one on the right is almost at the end, with a brassy handle and green rust growing in some places.

On the wall at the end, there is another brown and red wooden door on the far left.

Shang Jianyao walked first to the door on the left side of the aisle because it was closest.

During this process, he took off the "Ice Moss" pistol to guard against accidents.

After twisting the handle with the palm of the flashlight and pushing open the door, Shang Jianyao did not rush in and shone the flashlight outside for a long time.

He saw a bathroom inside, something similar to a toilet on a textbook, a glass door that seemed to be moving, and a divided area with shower heads.

"Toilet." Shang Jianyao whispered and walked in.

At this glance, he could see every angle clearly. He sometimes jumped up, looked at the vents above, and sometimes squatted down, checking the narrow space between the toilet and the sink, as if he felt that there could be someone hidden there.

Finally, he only found a few moss and a few ants in some dark places, but not many.

After the inspection, he walked to the toilet and lifted the lid.

There is no water inside.

Shang Jianyao tried the buttons in different positions of the toilet in scientific spirit and found that they all lost their effect.

He straightened his body, twitched his nose exaggeratedly, and took a few deep breaths.

"Nothing taste..." A few seconds later, he came to the conclusion, and his expression could not tell whether it was a blessing or a regret.

Next, he tried the shower head and confirmed that no water was flowing out.

After completing these inspections, Shang Jianyao fell into deep thought and didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he put the "Ice Moss" pistol back on his armed belt, stretched out his hand and pulled out the metal filter stuffed at the drain of the sink.

It was too rust, and Shang Jianyao almost broke it.

After putting the item next to it, Shang Jianyao supported it with one hand, jumped up, stood firmly on the sink, stepped on the side, extremely balanced.

He then clamped the flashlight with his chin, took off his pants, and aimed at the drain.

After solving the physiological problems, Shang Jianyao jumped down again and stuffed the metal filter back into its original position.

In the living room outside, Qiao Chu frowned and pinched his nose. Long Yuehong and Bai Chen showed complicated expressions one after another.

Jiang Baimian didn't hear the little noise and carefully distributed compressed biscuits, energy bars and other foods.

Shang Jianyao left the toilet and politely closed the door. Then, holding a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other, walked to the end of the aisle.

At this time, there was a door on his right hand and a door on his left front.

He gestured with his pistol and flashlight and decided to choose the left.

He was also cautious when opening the door.

The most eye-catching thing inside is a relatively wide bed, with dirty sheets that are suspected to be light green and two sets of pillows with the same pillowcase.

There is a low cabinet on the right side of the bed. To the right, there is a row of low cabinets that are facing the ceiling, painted with milky white paint, and are tattered.

There is a table on the left side of the bed, with a large LCD screen and a box made of ferrous metal.

Near the LCD screen, there are also the mouse, keyboard, and something dark blue at the bottom that Shang Jianyao knew, covering things like honeycombs.

Further to the left of the table is the wall and a large windowsill. The windowsill is covered with brown blankets that are suspected to have been bitten by mice, and there is also a small wooden table on the blanket.

Shang Jianyao took the flashlight and walked from the aisle between the end of the bed and the wall to the windowsill.

He bent down and looked carefully for a while, and finally he could only say regretfully to himself:

"No rat shit..."

This sentence echoed in the slightly empty room, and seemed to be a little puzzled.

Shang Jianyao then walked to the table where the LCD screen was placed, and picked up different items in turn with his gun-holding hand.

As a graduate of the electronics department of higher education in "Pangu Biology", it is not difficult for him to recognize that there is a computer in front of him.

He tried hard to twist his head, glanced at the camouflage backpack behind him, and gave up the idea of ​​stuffing big things in.

Finally, he picked up the thing that covered the black honeycomb thing.

This is a little bigger than the palm.

Combining his own expertise and experience in the "Activity Center" small trading market, Shang Jianyao quickly confirmed that this should be a small speaker.

A speaker that can play songs.

He quickly unplugged the cable of the speaker and completely pulled the item out of the computer.

After cleaning the dark blue speaker with the bed sheet next to it, Shang Jianyao took off the camouflage backpack behind him and stuffed it in.

He was not sure whether the speaker could still be used, and even felt that it shouldn't be possible, but it didn't matter. He would repair it, as long as he could find a suitable and intact device to replace it.

After putting on the camouflage backpack again, Shang Jianyao held a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other, checking every corner of the room and different items.

He quickly walked around the other side, bent down and looked at the bottom of the bed, and then opened the nightstand.

This short cabinet has two drawers. The first time Shang Jianyao opened it was the one above. There were a wide variety of things inside, but it was full of old flavor.

"Ultrathic...aspirin...white and black..." He finished flipping through the items one by one, and put them back.

He then opened the drawer below, which was empty and had nothing.

Shang Jianyao stared at him for a few seconds, withdrew his gaze, straightened his body, and walked to the place where it was probably the wardrobe.
To be continued...