radicalducati Chapter 1070 Title Mosaic
Chapter 1070 Title Mosaic
Chapter 1070 Title Mosaic
Bohemia held her breath and sat on the chair, not daring to move.
The footsteps were slow and light, and one had to wait two or three seconds after one step before hearing the second step land on the floor.In the empty building after get off work, the footsteps, which were originally so subtle that they could hardly be heard, were amplified by the long corridor, and echoed between the empty walls, wave after wave.
It seemed that after climbing the last step, the footsteps stopped.
If you stand at the top of the stairs and look around, you can see a straight corridor and office doors in the corridor.
She looked back out the window.In this season, the setting sun sinks very quickly; the sky, which was still glowing with blue-purple and orange-red just now, seems to have gradually become weaker and dimmed, covering it with a layer of mist.The desk lamp on the table cast a ball of orange light alone, illuminating the tabletop brightly.
The stack of documents that was pulled out just now has blurred into a mosaic.No one could see the non-player Descartes, but it still held its breath just like Bohemia.Everyone waited for a long time, but there was no sound in the corridor again, as if the person hadn't taken a step forward after discovering the light.
Bohemia stared hard at the mosaic, and pouted towards the door.
"You want me to watch it? There's no way." Descartes refused straight away, "Don't you watch horror movies? Characters who actively follow the sound to see what happened, almost never come back alive. "
Who can kill a copy!
Even outside the game, Bohemia can only restrain it at best, and it can't actually have any substantial impact on its own "survival".She knocked on it a few times with her consciousness like a whack-a-mole, and the Descartes finally couldn't stand the urging, and reluctantly got out from under the crack of the door.Since entering the game, consciousness has been useless at all, and it can only be used to deal with Descartes.
"...No one is outside." Half of its body was still inside the house, as if something happened and it was about to shrink back immediately, "Strange, what happened to that person... just came up and then turned around and left?"
In the entire corridor, probably only her office door is still lit at the moment.
That person must have seen the light under the crack of the door, and realized that there was someone inside, so he turned back without a sound——Bohemia breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly approached the window, looking through the gap between the window leaves. Gap to look out.
She watched it for several minutes, until Descartes couldn't bear it anymore and floated up: "What are you looking at?"
"No one." Bohemia whispered, "I have been staring at the direction of the door downstairs. If someone goes out, I can see it from here. But no one has come out... It means that person is still in the building .”
What should we do now?
She didn't want to spend the night in this building with that person hiding in the dark.But if she wants to go out, she will inevitably pass the corner, go down the stairs, and walk in front of the dark place that she can't see... If she is attacked and the survival target in the third stage fails, will she really die?
"I have an idea."
She stared out of the window in a daze for a while, but Descartes spoke.
"what?"
"As you said, I also think that person is still in the building. It is impossible to escape through the window from the other side." Descartes thought for a while and said, "That person must be coming for you or your office , is this all right?"
Bohemia nodded.
"If he thinks that you will definitely go home tonight, and he doesn't know that he has been found, then there is no need to open the window and leave - after all, he will have to come back later. If I were him, I would also find a room to guard Wait... wait for you to leave before doing it."
When Descartes said this, he pretended to cough again: "Of course, he may sneak into your office, or he may hit you on the back of the head when you pass by. Well, it depends on fate." .”
"Quickly find a solution and stop talking nonsense."
Descartes paused unhappily, but finally didn't hold back. "My solution is very simple, just don't go downstairs...turn off the lights here, and go to the secretary's room across the street."
"Huh? You want him to think I'm gone?"
"That's right, the building is not small. He might think that he didn't hear you leaving. Just stay in the secretary's office, don't turn on the lights, and see who he is." Descartes looked Excited; if it had hands, it would have rubbed itself together—"How is it?"
It seemed as if there was no other way at the moment.
Bohemia secretly said to Lin Sanjiu on the other side, "You wait", and then, according to Descartes' instructions, packed up the documents and the contents of the safe, put them in a bag, and held them in a bag. In my arms.Turning the doorknob, she did it very slowly, not daring to let the door lock cylinder make a sound; seeing the door was gradually opened by herself, Bohemia poked out a little His eyes quickly scanned the corridor.
Under the dim light, half of the corridor can be seen at a glance.Only the stairway was immersed in the deep darkness, and only the handrails reflected a little light; she remembered, it seemed that the lamp at the stairway was included in the maintenance list given to her by the man in overalls.
"No one." Descartes floated out first, "The secretary may have locked the door, I'll go in and open it for you first."
It really cares about playing games—especially games where it can participate in the whole process, and once it loses, it can’t pay the price by itself—where can it find such a good job?
For Cartesian spirit, space seems to be a part of it, or it is a part of space; it blurs the crack of the door into a chaos, which melts into the space behind the door as if dissolved.Bohemia turned off the desk lamp, slowly closed the door, tiptoed towards the secretary's office, stretched out her hand and twisted it, and the door opened as expected.
Even in the dark, this office smelled a lot like a beef secretary.
Quietly closed the door, sitting cross-legged behind the door.In this way, if someone came from the corridor, Bohemia would not miss it; thinking that it would take a while for that person to come up, she simply took advantage of the dim light leaking in from the corridor to open the document Put it on the ground, and asked Descartes in a breathy voice: "...you also discovered the circle?"
Under the dim light in the crack of the door, most of the documents, photos, notepads, and calendar papers on the ground sank into the darkness indistinctly.The remaining half looked even whiter under the light of the corridor.
"To be precise, it's a bit different from a circle." Descartes floated up to look at the documents a few times, but Bohemia waved them away - the light was so dim that it was almost impossible to see things clearly. Who needs a layer of mosaic?
"Although the big shape is a circle, well...it's all connected by arcs with arrows in the same direction. There are big black dots between the arcs, which is very strange. "
"Well, it's the same as the one I found." Bohemia said what she saw in the cell again, "...What do these circles represent?"
"It must have something to do with these prisoners. Some circles, I found it behind the prisoners' case materials at the beginning."
Taking advantage of the dim light, Bohemia moved her face closer to the paper, her nose almost poked on the paper, and finally managed to get a general idea of the content.After laying out the prisoner's file materials by category on the floor, she looked through the prisoner number again, and couldn't help but let out a soft "Huh?"
"What's going on?" Descartes suddenly rushed up.
"I know all these numbers."
The game must have been simplified to a certain extent-after all, it is impossible for her to read all the materials of thousands of criminals.But it is this simplified material that makes Bohemia look more and more familiar: "Look, number 1702 is the one who seems to like eating people, you fellow. 1718 is the one that Snakepi asked me to take care of. I found it. But the remaining two copies... No. 1811 is a new prisoner that another gang boss asked me to take care of, and I didn't expect it to appear here; the last one, No. 1759, is old leather shoes and little virgins at the beginning Said to go to the prisoner he interviewed."
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Descartes suddenly realized, "They said they wanted to interview 1759...what is it for? It seems to be investigating the communication links inside and outside the prison... something like this?"
Internal and external connections... Internal and external connections...
Bohemia frowned, carefully looked at their prison time, and found that they were all very close together.
"It's not just that the time is so close," Descartes said proudly, "I have read carefully, and the reasons for their appeal also have common characteristics. Some of the criminal evidence presented by the inspector in the first trial is relatively controversial, defensible, or It's indirect... After all, if the evidence is solid, it's not their turn to appeal."
Bohemia stared at it blankly.
In her experience, once she has doubts about someone, it is tantamount to pronouncing that person's fate, and if possible, kill him immediately; it is a waste to decide a person's life and death without force, but with evidence Big enough to blow my mind.
In many respects, although Descartes is a replica, she is closer to an ordinary person than her.
After explaining for a long time, I found that Bohemia was still ignorant, and Descartes was also discouraged.It gestured to some other envelopes taken out of the safe, and said, "Look at these first...see those bank statements?"
Bohemia gently opened the first one.She has never eaten pork, and she has seen pigs run; she knows how important "money" is in the human society used in the background of the game—she looked at it for a while, raised her head in a daze, and lowered her head. He asked in a low voice: "...This, so much money? Wait, this number...should be considered very large, right?"
"A middle-level company employee has worked for ten years to barely get this figure. But this is only a quarter of the total amount. You see, the four statements are issued by different banks, and the remittance of each account is It's the same - don't ask me what a bank or wire transfer is!"
"...Sandy Winters is so rich?"
Descartes snorted.
"I don't know. Because these four accounts belong to different names, and none of them belong to her."
(End of this chapter)