Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 982 The man behind the scenes (Part )

The security guard did not struggle wildly, nor did he shout as he feared, but just panted heavily and uttered some unclear murmurs. Luo Binhan heard the pleading in the murmurs and knew that this man was not prepared to sacrifice his life for his professional ethics, so he retracted the knife a little.

"Don't shout or move," he said. "I'm not here to find you, and you haven't seen my face, so I don't want to kill you. Now I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you can nod or shake your head. Do you understand?"

He held the knife with his left hand and placed his right fingers on the man's chin to confirm whether he nodded or shook his head. In fact, this action was not necessary, because his eyes had adapted to the darkness and he could see the movements of the person being restrained with one eye. But he still had to pretend so that the other party would not be on guard against him observing his words and expressions.

The security guard nodded vigorously within a safe range. "Don't be so nervous," said Robinson. "I have a personal grudge against your management here, and I came to him to seek justice. It would be of no benefit to me to hurt others. Is this building where your management has offices?"

He saw a look of embarrassment on the other person's face, and he hesitated to nod. "Only some of the management team work here?" he guessed.

Nodding became very smooth.

“Does this building have a third floor?”

nod.

“Is the chairman also in this building?”

The man under the knife hesitated again this time. Luo Binhan looked at his nervous and thoughtful expression and determined that he was not making up lies, but really couldn't figure out the answer. Who could be blamed for this? This man was just a paid gatekeeper. He only cared about who looked familiar and whether they had a certificate or not. He didn't need to figure out what these people's titles were. Moreover, according to Luo Binhan's experience, this matter was already strange enough. It was much more reasonable to say that an acting chairman of a research and development department squatting in the wilderness was an alien spy lurking in.

He decided to spare the laborer. "Do you know a man named Chilabin?"

The other party shook his head. Luo Binhan asked again: "Do you know all the people in this place? I mean, do you know their names?" He still shook his head.

These reactions were all expected, since Chilabin could have been a pseudonym anyway. He then asked, "Is the person with the highest status in this building on the third floor?"

This time the security guard gave him a positive answer immediately, and without hesitation. Luo Binhan suddenly realized that this answer was unreasonable. "Is that person still on the third floor?" The other party nodded.

At this time, the noise of the quarrel outside had gradually subsided. Robin Han leaned over and peeked out, and saw that they had all sat down again. A tall, thin, bony guy stood in the middle of the crowd; he wore a light blue lab coat over his white shirt, like a short cloak, and was speaking to everyone with his arms open. This guy had a very distinctive look, and stood in a very cool manner. His demeanor was like that of an ancient Greek scholar giving a speech at a citizens' assembly, but his voice was lower than before. Robin Han could only hear a few of his announcements that he deliberately emphasized.

"Let Pajania give an answer today!" He heard the modern Athenian who walked out of the painting say loudly, "We all know that a guest has arrived today. When he comes out, I believe all problems can be solved. This is how things end, colleagues! It is meaningless for us to crowd here and argue. Let the real person come among us and listen, and let him judge the right and wrong of this incident! We must have order in the end!"

These words almost made Luo Binhan jump up from the ground, thinking that his infiltration had been discovered. However, no one turned to look here, they all listened to the speaker attentively. He waited and watched for a while, and finally believed that the "guest" in the speaker's mouth was not referring to himself.

He asked the security guard again, "Who is Pajaniya?" The security guard just shook his head pitifully. "Who is the guest he is talking about?" He shook his head again. "Is the guest still in this building?" He nodded.

Luo Binhan couldn't help but scan the entire ground floor. He couldn't see everything clearly, but could only roughly make out the general layout of the entire space. This place usually has few visitors, so there is no reception at all. The entire hall is divided into seven or eight semi-enclosed areas by bookcases, green plants, tables and chairs. It doesn't look like the headquarters of evil forces or the facade of a legitimate company. It looks like a reading room in a college student activity center. On the bean bag chairs in the corner, he even saw a bulging backpack. Next to the backpack was an upside-down plastic sign with the word "occupied" on it.

Things were becoming increasingly strange. While controlling the security guard, he tried to explain the new information he had learned. The "Pajaniya" mentioned by these people outside might be the Chilabin he was looking for, but it might not be the case - didn't the speaker outside say that there was a visitor today? Maybe Pajaniya was the visitor, and this mysterious person happened to come to see Chilabin today. In any case, there were at least two other people in the building besides him and the unfortunate security guard. It could be Chilabin and an unknown visitor, or Pajaniya and Chilabin; the worst case scenario was that there were three people, Chilabin, Pajaniya and an unknown visitor.

Luo Binhan wanted to solve this mystery immediately, but reason told him not to go any further. There was a very realistic situation in front of him: theoretically, there was no electrical appliance in the building that could be used at the moment; not only was the main power supply cut off, but all devices that needed electricity could not be turned on, including mobile phones, flashlights, and backup power supplies. He had previously observed the high places of the factory building from outside, and except for the ground floor area, there was no window opened in the high-rise area of ​​this ghost building.

Normal people wouldn't do that. If they found themselves trapped in absolute darkness, they would pick up their dead cell phones with white screens and run as fast as they could to the bright sunshine outside, where they could chat and talk with their peers by the grass and fountains. But now at least two people stayed upstairs, as if they were not bothered by the darkness at all.

He knew there was a kind of person who possessed this trait. Cai Ji could do it. In fact, Cai Ji's night vision was much stronger than his, and he really didn't need any light at all. But right now, Cai Ji should be in the store thinking about how to make him suffer retribution, and Zhou Wenxing should be dead, and Luo De was also dead... Luo De's two cellmates might still be alive. One of them was Lenny Colein, a perverted pedophile who was sent to prison by his good sister; the other person, to be honest, he even forgot his name. Ever since Zhou Wenxing suddenly popped up, he never read the email Liu Ling sent him again. He only vaguely remembered that it was a male nurse or caregiver who secretly killed the patient because he found the work too troublesome.

Is one of these two people Chilabin? Or someone who came to visit Chilabin? If they have also become the same kind as Luo De, then it is not surprising that they choose to stay in the dark space. If they are the trump cards that Chilabin is preparing to use against Cai Ji, this matter will be much easier to handle - he only needs to find Anti Pierre. Anti was able to kill Luo De like playing with a fingertip puppet, he didn't think it would be difficult for her to kill two Luo Des.

He thought quickly, considering whether he should retreat now. Two Rods were not something he and Miffy could handle. No, he couldn't just leave like that. He couldn't base all this on pure conjecture. He had to get reliable evidence. So he put his hand to the security guard's mouth, thinking of pulling the cloth out of his mouth and asking about the specific features of the guests and senior staff. Colein had a high nose and unusually deep eyes; and the male angel of death, probably named Robert or Rupert, had a rather charming beard. But the beard might have been shaved off in prison, so he'd better start with other facial features.

The security guard was terrified, not knowing why the hostage-taker was touching his face. This was a complete misunderstanding, because Luo Binhan's right fingers were too weak, and the man kept shaking his head and making random movements, so Luo Binhan couldn't hold the edge of the fabric.

"Do you need help?" Miffy asked from the corner. This second voice frightened the security guard into motionlessness. Luo Binhan finally managed to pull off the gag, and at the same time pressed the back of the knife against the man's neck to prevent him from screaming at the first opportunity. Fortunately, this man's loyalty to his employer and career was really not high. He just kept mumbling that he didn't know anything and had only been working for a month or two.

"What does the supervisor here look like?" Luo Binhan asked.

"Which one are you looking for?" the security guard said pathetically, "There are several."

“He’s still in this building.”

The security guard stared blankly into space, as if he was forced to describe a passerby he had seen by chance last week. "It's a man." He stammered, "He should be quite young? He doesn't talk much to people."

This could be anyone. "What else?" Luo Binhan asked, "What are the characteristics of this person's appearance?"

"I don't remember. I really don't remember!"

"You know he's still in this building, but you don't know what he looks like? Don't play tricks on me!" Luo Binhan said more forcefully, and put a little more force on his left hand, pressing the back of the knife slightly into the skin. The other party tried desperately to hide, begging him not to do it in a voice that was almost like crying.

"He has been here all the time. He was already in the building before I arrived! He seldom shows up! When he does, there are people surrounding him!"

"Who's around him?"

"The ones outside. There used to be a group of people coming out with him."

"Did you hear what they called this man?"

"No, no! They just said something about a malfunction, never called any names!"

The security guard's voice became louder and louder. Luo Binhan saw that he was almost at his limit, so he had to pull the knife back. "Don't be nervous," he said, "I'm not going to hurt you as long as you tell the truth. Now you can take a breath and then speak clearly. There was a guest in this building just now, right? Do you know his name?"

"do not know……"

"You don't need to ask visitors to register their identities?"

"I have a pass." Luo Binhan remembered the card in his pocket. "What does this guest look like? How old is he?"

"It's a man, and he never shows his face."

"He was still shielding his face when he came in?"

"He's wearing a helmet!"

Another helmet. Luo Binhan glanced at Miffy in the corner. It was curled up under the chair, fiddling with something. "You have some impression of his size, right?" he asked helplessly.

The result was still disappointing. The security guard told him that the visitor was of average height, average build, and average dress. Luo Binhan really wanted to grab him by the neck and ask him what his definition of "average" was. He held back his temper and told himself that it was useless to get angry. This man did not mean to be against him. Most people who are not good at observation and do not take responsibility are actually like this. Yu Qingshu has a lot of witness jokes to tell him about this.

"You can at least tell if he's a foreigner, right?" he asked without much hope. "Is there anything special about his skin color?"

Unexpectedly, the security guard insisted that the visitor was Chinese, or at least Asian. When Robinson asked him how he knew that, he couldn't answer, and just said that he saw it. Even though the man's skin was very pale and he didn't show his face, he was sure that he wasn't a "foreigner." Robinson decided to trust him for the time being. Sometimes, the conclusion formed by intuition will get ahead of clear logical analysis.

Now his inference was no longer valid. He didn't remember whether the information Liu Ling gave him mentioned height and weight, but the dead nurse had a standard German appearance; and Colein, according to his past impression, had quite Semitic features; they should all be the most typical "foreign body type".

There was only one person who knew Chilabin and who matched the security guard's description. But - he wasn't completely convinced - Zhou Wenxing was dead. Yesterday. It had been less than 24 hours. Unless that thing wasn't dead at all and had deliberately arranged all these clues just to amuse him. When he carefully sneaked up to the third floor, Zhou Wenxing would jump out with Chilabin to prove to him that his painstaking efforts over the past month were just a joke.

He crouched in the darkness, wondering silently. Now he was at the crossroads of decision again, and he had to decide whether to advance or retreat immediately. If it was Zhou Wenxing who was waiting for him upstairs, it would certainly be dangerous to rush in, but what if he turned around and ran away? Would the essence of the matter change? No, the truth was still the same cruel truth, that is, he and Li Li had been defeated. They would be helpless about the issue of the moon and could only let fate take their course.

He had to find out the answer, even if he would be caught by this Chilabin, he had to find out whether Zhou Wenxing was alive or dead. Just as he made up his mind, he heard the speaker outside say, "Well, let's not just wait here. It's better to select a few people to go up and find Pajaniya. I remember there were candles and glow sticks in the central lounge. There must be some left over from when we celebrated Nico's birthday last week. Does anyone remember how they were cleaned up in the end? Did they put them in the cabinet?"

Luo Binhan leaned forward and looked around, and found that the group of people outside were actually walking towards the main door of the building. They stopped about twenty steps away, and seemed to be electing representatives to find the manager in the building. There was no time to delay. When these people came in, they might find that the security guard was missing, and then look for him everywhere in the hall. After a little consideration, he grabbed the security guard's leg and dragged him all the way to the corner of the hall. Miffy also followed quietly.

  "Stay here and don't make any noise." He blocked the security guard's mouth again, "I'm going to go talk to your boss right now. My accomplices will stay here to watch you, so if someone comes in later, you'd better react smartly and don't always think about informing them - think about it, is it necessary to risk your life for a boss you don't even know?

He waved his hand at Miffy, indicating that he could also say a few harsh words to liven up the atmosphere. "I'll stay here?" Miffy said, "You go up?"

"Correct."

"This doesn't fit in with your previous plan."

"You don't know what that thing looks like. I have to see it myself."

Miffy's eyes moved slightly inside her body, as if to see if he was lying. "This is a bit dangerous," she said in a gentle voice, "Can you handle it?"

"It's hard to say," said Robin Han. "I'd try to just take a peek and then sneak back. If things get rowdy, you can just hide and find a chance to escape."

"What if nothing happens?"

"If there's no movement after twenty minutes, you can just slip away," Luo Binhan said, "Take care of yourself and wait for an opportunity to contact our ghost friend, and then tell her everything we heard and saw."

Miffy agreed to his plan. "If you can't come back," it added, "would you mind yelling downstairs? I'm curious about what's up there, too."

Luo Binhan pulled one of its tubular ears to the security guard's face, signaling it to concentrate on watching the captive. People outside the door had already started to call out names, and he no longer hesitated, and immediately stood up and walked towards the door with a staircase mark in the back. He passed through the half-open door and ran straight up, sweeping all the way like wind and lightning, completely forgetting the pain on his body. When he passed the second floor, he peeked behind the half-open door and vaguely saw that there was a wide corridor outside the stairwell. There were many rooms on both sides of the corridor, and there were almost no solid walls. Most of them were separated by glass and railings. Some small containers were still glowing.

He estimated that it was some kind of fluorescent substance, possibly one of the reagents in the mouths of those people outside, but it had nothing to do with the target he was pursuing. After taking a look, he turned and went up the stairs leading to the third floor. Halfway up the stairs, he controlled his steps and tried to reduce the noise. Doing so might not be of practical significance, because his left leg was trembling uncontrollably again, and the darkness of the environment made any movement particularly clear. He pricked up his ears and faintly heard a slight commotion below, followed by a muffled sound - from the direction above, like someone punching the wall with a fist.

The sound was not far from him, just outside the half-open stairwell door on the third floor, estimated to be less than ten meters away. Luo Binhan bit the handle of the knife, supported himself with his left hand, and half-crawled on the stairs. As he slowly moved up, he listened to the movements of the person behind the door. After a few breaths, he suddenly felt relieved.

The man behind the door was definitely not Zhou Wenxing. Whoever he was, he was immersed in his own emotions; he paced back and forth in the corridor, his feet in hard-soled shoes creaking on the floor; sometimes he gritted his teeth, sometimes he gasped, and sometimes he banged his fists or knees against the wall, making it tremble. He didn't seem to notice the intrusion at all, he was just angry or annoyed about something. Luo Binhan took the opportunity to climb up the stairs and hide behind the door to eavesdrop on the movement, hoping that this person would open his mouth and say something. Even if he said a swear word, at least he would know what this person's native language was.

But this person didn't say anything, just kept walking behind the door, as if waiting for someone to come to him. As soon as Luo Binhan got the knife in his hand, he heard several people talking to each other downstairs. He stuck his head out of the railing and saw a thin green light swinging back and forth on the ground floor. It seems that they found the fluorescent stick.

"Hurry up." The guy holding the glow stick on the ground floor shouted, "Don't dawdle! We're just going upstairs to take a look, not downstairs!"

The person who was wandering behind the door stopped, obviously having heard the man's shout. After a moment of silence, Luo Binhan heard the creaking footsteps coming towards him, and the people downstairs were about to gather up. He realized that he had no choice. Hide on the second floor? There was no time for that. Just rush down like this? The people below might be so surprised that they would forget to stop him, and let him escape smoothly. But in that case, he would have come here in vain.

The footsteps had stopped behind the door. Luo Binhan first half-crouched and took a step back to allow the other party to successfully push the door open. Then he rushed out, hit the intruder's nose with his left elbow, and rushed into the corridor on the third floor. When he inserted the tip of the knife lightly into the opponent's sternum, ready to recite the fire spell at any time, the opponent let out the first angry cry of pain. A huge force grabbed his left wrist and kicked his right shin at the same time. His eyes went black, his mind was full of terrifying tremors, and his left hand touched the cold and smooth wet mist. He wanted to recite the spell desperately, but heard the other party shouting in shock and anger: "Who is it!"

He stopped moving his lips. This was a voice he was very familiar with. Not only was the tone familiar, but even the tone was familiar. He couldn't help but loosen his grip on the man and took a step back in confusion. Only then did he see the other person's appearance clearly in the darkness.

"Why are you here?" he asked. At the same time, Cai Ji, who had just been hit by his elbow, was furious, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Why are you here?" Cai Ji glared at him and growled, "Who let you in?"

Luo Binhan stared at him blankly. At this absurd moment, he felt that the development of things was about to go completely off track. What on earth was going on? He tried to analyze it a little more. First of all, Cai Ji did not sneak in, nor was he captured, because this guy was wandering in the corridor for a while and seemed quite relaxed; secondly, Cai Ji was not a reinforcement sent by Li Li, otherwise he would not be surprised by his appearance. However, this place should be Chilabin's lair...

There were chaotic footsteps coming from the stairwell behind him, and several people were shouting to each other to be careful on the steps. This noise suddenly woke Cai Ji up. Luo Binhan saw that the expression on his face suddenly changed from shock to anxiety. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the creaking of metal from the depths of the corridor.

Luo Binhan turned his head and found a heavy iron door at the end of the corridor. At this time, a man just staggered to the iron door and tried to open the bolt, but due to the lack of light around, the man couldn't pull the right place after a long time. Finally, he compromised, took out a box of matches from his pocket, and struck them several times with great effort. A fiery red flame suddenly jumped out of the darkness, illuminating his face brightly.

"What's going on?" Luo Binhan whispered. He turned his head and glanced at Cai Ji again, and found that the latter's face had frozen.

The man holding the match stood behind the iron gate and looked out, apparently having heard the strange noise in the corridor. "Cai Ji?"

Cai Ji remained silent. From the stairwell came the speaker's magnetic voice: "Pajaniya! Have you come out yet? We need to talk to you!"

The man behind the iron gate shook his head in confusion, then lowered his head to open the bolt, and walked out step by step, holding on to the wall. Luo Binhan took a deep breath, suddenly shook off Cai Ji's hand, and jumped in front of the man in two steps. "I never knew you had a name called Pajaniya," he asked bluntly, "What the hell are you doing?"

Zhou Yu, holding the match, was stunned. He stared at Luo Binhan without saying a word, while Cai Ji sighed in despair behind them.

(End of this chapter)