Bohemia held her breath and sat on the chair, not daring to move.
The footsteps were slow and light, and you had to wait two or three seconds after one step before you could hear the second step hitting the floor. In the empty building after get off work, the originally subtle footsteps were almost inaudible, and were covered by the long sound. The corridor enlarged a little, echoing between the empty walls, one after another.
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 turned back and looked out the window. In this season, the sunset sets very quickly; the sky that was still glowing with blue-purple and orange-red a moment ago has gradually become dim and dimmed, as if it has lost its strength. The table is covered with a layer of mist.
The table lamp alone casts a ball of orange light, illuminating the tabletop.
The pile of documents that had been pulled out just now had become a mosaic. No one could see the Descartes spirit as a non-player, but it still held its breath and remained motionless like Bohemia. One person
Yi Jing waited for a long time, but there was no sound in the corridor, as if the man never took a step forward after discovering the light.
Bohemia glared hard at the mosaic and pursed her lips towards the door.
"You want me to watch it? There's no way." Descartes refused flatly, "Don't you watch horror movies? Characters who take the initiative to follow the sound to see what's going on rarely come back alive.
"
Who can kill a copy!
Even outside the game, Bohemia can only restrain it at most, and it can't actually have any substantial impact on its own "survival". She banged it with her consciousness like a whack-a-mole.
After a few blows, Descartes finally couldn't stand the urging and reluctantly got out from under the door. Since entering the game, his consciousness has been of no use at all, so he can only use it.
Dealing with Descartes.
"...There's no one outside." Half of its body was still inside the house, as if it was about to shrink back if something happened. "It's strange, what happened to that person...he just came up and then turned around and left?"
In the entire corridor, there was probably only light under the crack of her office door.
The man must have seen the light under the door and realized that there was someone inside, so he turned around and went back silently - Bohemia exhaled, slowly approached the window, and looked through the window between the leaves.
Looking out through the gap.
She watched for several minutes, until Descartes finally couldn't bear it anymore and floated up: "What are you looking at?"
"No one." Bohemia whispered, "I have been staring in the direction of the door downstairs. If someone goes out, I can see it from here. But no one goes out... It means that the person is still in the building.
."
What should we do now?
She didn't want to spend the night in this building with the person hiding in the dark. But if she wanted to go out, she would inevitably pass by the corner, go down the stairs, and walk past the dark place where her eyes could not see...
If she is attacked and the third-stage survival goal fails, will she really die?
"I have an idea."
She stared out the window for a while, and Descartes finally spoke.
"What?"
"As you said, I also think that the person is still in the building. He couldn't have escaped through the window from the other side." Descartes thought for a while and said, "That person must be coming to you or your office.
,Is this no problem?”
Bohemia nodded.
"If he thinks that you will definitely go home tonight and doesn't know that he has been discovered, then there is no need to leave through the window - after all, he will have to come back soon. If I were him, I would find a room to guard first.
Wait...wait until you leave before we do anything."
When Descartes said this, he pretended to cough again: "Of course, he may sneak into your office quietly, or he may give you a stick on the back of the head when you pass by. Well, it depends on fate.
."
"Say a solution quickly and stop talking nonsense."
Descartes paused unhappily, but finally couldn't hold it in anymore. "My solution is very simple, just don't go downstairs...turn off the lights here and go to the secretary's room opposite."
"Eh? You want him to mistakenly think that I'm gone?"
"Yes, this building is not small. He may think that he didn't hear you leave. Just stay in the secretary's office, don't turn on the light, and see who he is." Descartes looked smart.
Very excited; if it had hands, it would have started rubbing it - "How is it?"
It seems like there is no other option right now.
Bohemia secretly said "Just wait" to Lin Sanjiu on the other side, and then followed Descartes's instructions, packed up the documents and the contents of the safe, put them in a bag, and hugged him.
She was in her arms. She turned the door handle very slowly, not daring to let the door lock cylinder make any sound. Seeing that the door was gradually opened by herself, Bohemia finally
He peeked out a little and quickly scanned the corridor.
Under the dim light, half of the corridor could be seen at a glance. Only the stairway was immersed in deep darkness, and only the handrails reflected a faint light. She remembered that it looked like the repair ticket given to her by the man in work clothes.
The list includes the lights at the stairwell.
"There is no one." Descartes floated out first, "The secretary may have locked the door. I'll go in and open it for you."
He is really interested in playing games - especially games where he can participate in the whole process and cannot pay the price once he loses - where can he find such good things?
For Descartes, space seems to be a part of it, or it is a part of space; it blurs the crack in the door into a chaos, as if melting, into the space behind the door. Bohemia
He turned off the desk lamp, slowly closed the door, and tiptoed towards the secretary's office. He stretched out his hand and turned the door, and the door opened as expected.
Even in the darkness, the office smells a lot like Beef Secretary.
Closing the door quietly, everyone sat 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 the person to come up,
She simply used the dim light leaking in from the corridor, put the document on the ground, and asked Descartes angrily: "...you also discovered the circle?"
Most of the documents, photos, notepads, and calendar papers on the floor were blurred into darkness under the dim light from the crack of the door. The remaining small half looked even whiter under the light of the corridor.
"To be precise, it's a little different from a circle." The Descartes spirit tried to float up several times to look at the documents, but Bohemia waved them away - the light was already so dim that it was almost difficult to see clearly.
Who needs a layer of mosaic?
"Although the big shape is a circle, but...it's all connected by arcs with arrows in the same direction. There are also big black dots between the arcs, which is very strange.
"
"Yes, it's the same as the one I found." Bohemia recounted the scene she saw in the cell, "...what do these circles represent?"
"It must be related to these prisoners. There are some circles. I discovered it from the beginning behind the prisoners' case materials."
Bohemia used the dim light to put her face in front of the paper, and her nose almost touched the paper. She finally managed to get a rough idea of the contents. After she laid out the prisoner's file materials on the floor in categories, she started again.
After browsing the prisoner number, I couldn't help but let out a soft "Huh?"
"What's going on?" Descartes rushed up suddenly.
"I know all these numbers."
The game must have been simplified to a certain extent - after all, it is impossible for her to really read the materials of thousands of criminals. But it is this simplified material that makes Bohemia look more and more familiar: "Look,
No. 1702 is the one who is suspected of being cannibalistic, you fellow. No. 1718 was asked by Snake Skin to take care of me. I just discovered these two. But the remaining two... No. 1811 is the boss of another gang who asked me to help.
The new prisoner under our care has unexpectedly appeared here; the last one, No. 1759, is the prisoner whom Old Leather Shoes and Little Virgin said they wanted to interview at the beginning."
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Descartes suddenly realized, "They said they wanted to interview 1759... for what purpose? It seems they want to investigate the communication links inside and outside the prison... something like this?"
Internal and external connections... Internal and external connections...
Bohemia frowned and carefully looked at their jail time and found that they were all very close to each other.
"It's not just that the time is close," Descartes said proudly, "I have carefully looked at the reasons for their appeals, and they also have common characteristics. In the preliminary trial, some of the criminal evidence presented by the prosecutor were relatively controversial and could be defended, or
It's indirect... After all, if there is irrefutable evidence, it won't be their turn to appeal."
Bohemia stared at it blankly.
In her experience, once suspicion arises about someone, it is tantamount to pronouncing that person's fate. If possible, kill him as soon as possible. To decide a person's life or death does not rely on force, but on evidence. This is simply a waste.
It's so big that it blows my mind.
In many ways, although Descartes is a copy, he is closer to an ordinary person than she is.
After explaining for a long time, I found that Bohemia was still confused and the Descartes spirit was discouraged. It gestured to some other envelopes taken out of the safe and said: "Look at these first...see those banks
Got the bill?"
Bohemia opened the first one lightly. She has never eaten pork, and she has seen pigs running; she knows how important "money" is in the human society where the game is set.
——She looked at it for a while, raised her head blankly, and asked in a low voice: "...This, so much money? Wait, this number...should be considered a big number, right?"
"A middle-level company employee must have worked for ten years to barely get this figure. But it is only a quarter of the total amount. You see, the four statements are issued by different banks, and the remittances to each account are
It’s the same – don’t ask me what bank or money 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."
