Pollution throughout the territory

He stared at the sky and finally found the clue.

Behind the blue background, you can vaguely see the traces of huge plates, at least a hundred meters away from the ground.

The soft white clouds seemed real, and the surrounding breeze was blowing pleasantly. A few fallen leaves slowly fell from the sycamore trees on the roadside, and the breath of autumn hit my face.

If you don't observe carefully, you may not realize that these scenery are all artificially created.

Xia Ren lowered his head and looked at his black phone. The map showed that he was currently in the living area on the tenth floor underground, 3,570 meters above the surface.

One of the floors alone is so huge that it is difficult to imagine how the entire building of the foundation headquarters was built. I am afraid it cannot be built by manpower.

The streets are clean, and cute cleaning robots can be seen standing guard under the branches.

This is completely a small city. There are even various shops on both sides of the road, but there are not many people. You can only see one occasionally, and the people walking on the road are leisurely young and middle-aged people. There are no old people.

Xia Ren stood on the sidewalk and looked at the clerk who was bored and playing with her mobile phone behind the glass door of a milk tea shop.

After hesitating for a moment, he did not go in to disturb the other party.

After walking through neat streets and waiting for more than a dozen red lights, Xia Ren came to the other side of the living area.

Here is a golden wheat field, with earthen paths crisscrossing the wheat field. On the edge of the wheat field, there are greenhouses with fruits and vegetables grown in them.

Xia Ren's doubts were solved. No wonder he could eat fresh ingredients for lunch. It turned out that those ingredients did not come from outside, but from here.

Xia Ren suddenly realized that other energy sources at the headquarters were probably self-sufficient.

The place he was in at the moment was completely separated from the earth's ecology and was running independently.

Turning on the black phone, he read through the ten-story map and found that there were seven more living areas like this, but only two were open.

Xia Ren made a rough estimate. Based on his simple observation just now, one living area can accommodate at least 500,000 people. Those eight living areas are four million people!

You know, this is just one layer!

Not counting the eighteenth floor, there are sixteen floors like this at the foundation headquarters.

Accommodating at least 64 million people...

"No wonder it was built in a place like the Moka Desert where birds don't poop."

But then, a new question popped up in Xia Ren's mind.

According to his observations along the way, the usage rate of this living area is actually very low. To exaggerate, it means that only one household lives in a residential building.

In other words, even if there is only one living area on this floor, it is completely enough for all people to use, and it is more than enough. It is equivalent to increasing the number of people living in one building to two households in one building.

It is impossible that the Foundation was unaware of this problem when they built this headquarters, but they still built it this way, even though after completion, only two of the eight living areas on the first floor could barely be opened.

Xia Ren thought about it and found only one possibility, even if he had to spend a lot of resources and time to build it like this.

"refuge!"

Regardless of the geographical location of the headquarters or various other conditions, this conjecture is completely true.

"Did the founder of the foundation predict that the end would come?"

If this is really the case, then this world is indeed more magical than he imagined.

With this thought in mind, Xia Ren rode a scooter through the farmland to the end of the living area.

In fact, there was a quicker way to go to the shelter, but he wanted to see the scenery of the living area, so he chose to use a mobility scooter to move forward slowly.

Facts have proved that his choice was correct.

After walking out of the living area and taking another horizontal elevator, he finally stood in front of the shelter's door.

This area mainly contains Safe-level objects. This is the easiest level to contain. However, this does not mean that the objects of this level are harmless. It just means that after they are contained, they do not need to be paid more attention to. The ear pick for cowards. Or the naughty kid's water gun should all belong to this level according to the classification.

Carrying a Class A identity token, the door to the shelter will automatically open to him.

After entering, the first thing you see is a spacious and bright hall. There are obviously more people here than in the living area. Some staff members are wearing normal white uniforms, while others are wearing strange clothes, such as welding hats, space suits, and yellow-green patterns all over the body. Bedsheets, etc. I don’t know if they are dressed like this because of work requirements.

Originally, Xia Ren was worried that her casual clothes would be too eye-catching, but now it seems more normal.

"Do you need any help?"

A male staff member came out from behind the desk in the lobby and asked proactively.

Xia Ren turned to look, and at the same time, the male staff member's pupils suddenly lit up with a faint green light. Then, he changed his greeting: "Hello, respected legendary investigator."

Xia Ren found that his behavior was somewhat inconsistent, so he couldn't help but look him up and down curiously, and found that this male staff member turned out to be a robot.

No one's expression can be so stable that even the pupils don't move.

"I want to see the containment here."

Xia Ren said calmly.

"What is the containment number?" the staff member asked.

Xia Ren thought for a while: "Is there a catalog?"

"Please wait."

The staff member turned back to the workbench, took out a screen, and handed it to Xia Ren.

When he walks, the distance of each step is exactly the same, and even the swing of his arms is extremely precise. Only robots can achieve this level.

Xia Ren flipped through it, and the screen the other party brought displayed a series of directories. Each directory corresponded to a contained object. After clicking on it, there was a detailed introduction to the contained object and the current person in charge.

Flipping the catalog to the bottom, Xia Ren discovered that the shelter in this area contained approximately 310 Safe-level items.

"Just this Thousand Paper Cranes."

Xia Ren pointed at one and said.

The staff member took the screen back from his hand, nodded and agreed, "Okay, I'll arrange it for you right away."

"However, due to the emergency two days ago, all contained objects are still under observation. I need you to provide an identity token to register before you can enter."

"Do you still need to register?"

Xia Ren was a little surprised.

The shelter at the foundation headquarters was very different from what he had imagined before. In his previous imagination, the shelter should be a structure similar to a library, with all the shelter items placed on the shelves, like neat books. After entering, all you have to do is reach out and touch the books one by one on the shelf.

But the reality is that the contained items are not just stored individually. If you want to take a look, you also need to register them.

The most important thing is that once registered, if there is a problem behind the contained object, he will definitely be listed as a key suspect, and there will definitely be problems with the contained object that he touched...

Is a fifty achievement point really worth it?

Xia Ren thought for two seconds and decided to forget his original intention.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

He turned and left the asylum.

What a nonsense dream you had when you were young, you might as well achieve something faster by sealing an infected body yourself!

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…

Half an hour later, Xia Ren returned to the hospital.

The difference is that this time he did not return to his ward, but came to see an acquaintance.

Looking at the sign "Third Training Room of Rehabilitation Department" above his head, Xia Ren opened the door.

"Hey, long time no see."

He was the first to say hello.

In the center of the room, Tang Tangtang was sitting on a yoga mat with a worried look on his face. One meter in front of Tang Tangtang, a figure wrapped tightly in white bandages was doing something in an exaggerated posture. Handstand push-ups may be more appropriately called one-finger meditation, because the person really used only one finger to support his entire body, and it was his little finger.

As his arm bends and rebounds, the moment when his body is briefly suspended in the air, the little finger is replaced by the ring finger, and they take turns like this, really fierce.

"You came."

The man noticed the approaching footsteps, ended his exercise, and stood up from the ground - covered in bandages.

"Yi Zhiyu?"

Xia Ren reluctantly recognized his identity from the pair of eyes exposed by the other party.

"It was me who made you laugh."

Yi Zhiyu looked Xia Ren up and down and said with admiration: "Brother Xia recovered really quickly."

Xia Ren looked at him and couldn't help but worry: "Is it really okay for you...?"

"What did Brother Xia say?"

Yi Zhiyu laughed and said: "This little injury has been fine for a long time. If those doctors hadn't made such a fuss, the dozens of sutures on the heart and the dozens of steel plates on the bones should have been removed last night. ”

Dozens of steel plates... This must be a whole-body fracture, right?

After hearing the other party's description, Xia Ren became even more worried.

etc!

He felt like he had just missed something.

Dozens of stitches on the heart?

Xia Ren opened his eyes wide and looked at his chest.

"Harm, it seems that Brother Xia is doubting me, just watch."

Probably to prove that his body was indeed strong, Yi Zhiyu took two steps back and took a deep breath.

"Master, don't..."

Tang Tangtang quickly stretched out his hand to stop him, but it was already too late.

Yi Zhiyu leaned back and did backflips on the spot, and it was continuous and very fast.

He's spinning!

"How's it going? Isn't it great?"

Yi Zhiyu said while doing somersaults.

Xia Ren opened his mouth and saw that the bandages on his body began to fall apart, and his whole body was like a ball of spinning noodles.

"There's something even more powerful!"

After Yi Zhiyu finished speaking, he kicked his legs hard and jumped to a high place.

But he seemed to be so happy that he forgot one thing.

This room has a ceiling.

With a "bang" sound, the white ceiling withstood the impact that it should not have endured at its age.

But fortunately, it is very strong, so it withstood.

Yi Zhiyu went up too fast, so he came down just as fast. He formed a big letter shape and lay down on the yoga mat.

"boom!"

The people in the training room were kicked away, and several doctors in white coats ran aggressively. The leader's fierce eyes locked on Yi Zhiyu who was lying on the ground.

"How dare you sneak out and take him away!"

With a wave of his hand, several doctors immediately moved out the stretcher, threw Yi Zhiyu on it, and then carried it out without stopping.

In the blink of an eye, Xia Ren and Tang Tangtang were the only ones left in the room.

The air was eerily quiet.

Xia Ren looked at Tang Tangtang.

The latter blushed and said: "The doctor said this is a sequelae. The master has not recovered his sanity, so in the recent period, he may...may be a little stupid."

"well."

Xia Ren suddenly sighed.

Tang Tangtang thought he was worried about his master's physical condition, so he said, "It doesn't matter. Master's recovery power is indeed very strong. The blow just now was not fatal."

"That's not it."

Xia Ren shook his head, put his hand into his trouser pocket, touched his cell phone, and said, "I regret that I didn't take a photo of the scene just now. What a dark history, ugh."