It was already quiet in the middle of the night outside, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road, leaving only a few lazy chirping of cicadas.
In the old teaching building surrounded by thick green shade, most of the rooms have turned off the lights, leaving only a small laboratory where the roar of the cell culture hotbed is still rumbling.
Looking vaguely from the window, you can see that under the dim fluorescent lights, several hard-working students are still staying up late recording data and changing test conditions. There are men and women, and their ages are also slightly different.
Among them, the one who seemed to be the leader was a female student who was a few years older than most of the others. Her bangs were originally extra long, but due to the hygiene requirements in the laboratory, she was forced to use hairpins to clamp her hair.
, spread on the forehead, it looks funny.
As for the people helping him, there were a few young boys who looked to be in their early twenties at most, probably her undergraduate students, who were busy following her instructions, changing medicines, or calculating data.
Finally, probably because they had been busy for most of the night, everyone seemed a little tired and a little weak when working. The senior sister was about to scold her, but suddenly she found that her stomach was growling, and her face suddenly turned red.
At this moment, there was a clear knock on the door of the room - it was obviously midnight, and the teaching building was far away from the dormitory area. Who on earth would come to visit at this time?
Someone walked over and opened the door, then let out a shout of surprise and took a box of chocolate candies from the hand of the person outside the door.
Chocolate...chocolate...Zhang Ke suddenly felt that the chocolate in this memory that appeared in front of him and the dessert tower in front of him couldn't help but overlap.
Who is it? Who is the person who sent the chocolate?
The sweet chocolate taste slowly melted on the tip of the tongue, but Zhang Ke felt a sense of sourness and sadness in his heart.
He seemed to feel something melting in his chest, and then flowing out from his tear ducts.
Who is it... Who is that person outside the door? I really want to see her face clearly...
Zhang Ke tried his best to force himself in the memory to run along the imaginary corridor to the door. However, what appeared in front of him was only an empty and dark corridor.
If I talk about my past self, it just feels like my brain has been completely washed with water, and all memories have been washed away.
At this moment, he felt as if someone had taken away a piece of his brain, the most cherished and important part of his brain, leaving only a bloody, dark and terrifying hole.
"Wipe your tears. You were not such a sentimental person in the past."
Suddenly, Sister Lan's voice brought Zhang Ke back to reality. Those silent and fulfilling memories of summer nights on campus were like shells swept away by big waves. They ebbed away from his eyes in an instant, and no trace of them could be seen anymore.
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"Thank you for this meal. Every dish today is worth savoring after I go back." Zhang Ke calmed down for a moment before saying this.
"Well, now that the meal is over, it's almost time for us to say goodbye." Sister Lan put on her blue shawl coat, but suddenly stopped and said as if she had thought of something:
"I guess you still have a question that you really want to ask me, but if I don't take the initiative to ask it, you don't dare to ask it directly, right?"
"Well, that's about..."
"Shanghai Flower Bar, that weird place you've been looking for all morning but still found nothing." Sister Lan said lightly: "Even the ruins of the bar you finally found, its sign is not Shanghai Flower. As for other places,
It’s even more incompatible with the bar guys.”
"That's right...but why did you happen to appear there? It's as if you knew I would pass by." Zhang Ke nodded and asked.
He had indeed been looking for opportunities to talk about this before, but because Sister Lan had always been secretive about certain things, he could only use metaphors to hint at it. Just now, his heart was almost paralyzed on the spot.
This made Zhang Ke also become cautious, lest if his questions hit any sensitive areas, he would embarrass Sister Lan or even suffer similar pain again.
Besides, the amount of information he received today was already large enough, especially the fact that Sister Lan claimed to be his senior, while Yuan Mengmeng was the outsider who had strayed in. This was enough for Zhang Ke to think about the problem of Shanghai Flower Bar for a long time.
, on the contrary, it is not so urgent.
However, since she is the one taking the initiative to speak now, there should be no problem, right?
"To put it simply, the places you found are actually correct."
Sure enough, Sister Lan's answer was really surprising. However, after several previous "frights", Zhang Ke was almost used to such unexpected answers, so he just asked:
"Then why can't I find any place similar to a bar? Is it the wrong way to enter, or is there some secret code that needs to be reported?"
"The five places you have visited are actually the former sites of Shanghai Flower Bar, but they have been moved very frequently. They have changed at least dozens of addresses over the years, and what you see are all people.
No." Sister Lan replied.
"This...isn't they just a bar? Why are they so cunning and change dozens of places? What are those people in the bar doing?" Zhang Ke couldn't help complaining.
"I think you should have realized a long time ago that it's not just an ordinary bar, right? Otherwise you wouldn't have taken the initiative to look for it."
"It's because of Xu..." Zhang Ke almost said the name subconsciously, and then suddenly remembered that the other party's body was still lying untouched at home. Even if Sister Lan knew something inside, he couldn't tell her directly.
Maybe he is the murderer?
"As for the reason why I'm waiting for you at the last ruins, it's because you navigated and searched for these five locations in the map software. Once someone triggers and meets this condition, I will receive a prompt message." Lan.
Sister said.
"Huh? Could it be that... you are also a member of Shanghai Flower Bar? Once you find that someone seems to be searching for their location, you will go to observe the situation?" Zhang Ke could only think of this reason:
"The purpose of doing this...is to deliberately keep it hidden from the outside world?...No, in that case, wouldn't it be better not to publish the address online from the beginning? Since there are hacking technologies that can monitor map search software
Well, it’s not difficult to disappear from the Internet, right?”
But faced with Zhang Ke's barrage of questions, Sister Lan didn't seem to intend to respond directly.