The two walked through the diverter gate passage and, following the station announcement, came to a brightly lit office building. The building was decorated in a very industrial style.

Asing was about to rush in, but Jiang Xueming was careful and made several large circles on both sides of the concrete road.

He avoided passing traffic, carefully observed the white lines on the road signs on both sides, and opened the map on his mobile phone.

The location of the map navigation showed that they had arrived in Europe, to be precise, the sea near Iceland, more than 33,000 meters underground.

The GPS positioning signal was strong and weak, and the positioning on the map became erratic. The mobile phone signal dropped to 3G. The staff at the radio station also told passengers that if they want high-quality communication signals in this place, they can only dial through line transfer.

When calling outside, the communication cables at the station were laid out along with the railway - the signal base station here is very old and can only be said to be barely adequate.

But that's not what Jiang Xueming cares about——

——The things he cares about are the signal cables on both sides of the road and the style of road signs.

Xueming used to work in a battery factory and saw many signal lines. Regardless of the size of the equipment, these wires were needed to issue control instructions between the production workshop or the electrical room and the substation.

In this underground city, these signal lines are like dense blood vessels, extending all the way from the outer edge of the city far away from the road.

Since they do not have to withstand the rain and wind of the natural climate, these cables are not hung on telephone poles and do not need to be buried in the ground. They are just left in the wild fields on both sides of the road and wrapped in simple white plastic hard shells.

What Jiang Xueming was curious about were the characters on the covers of these signal cables and high-voltage wires - he couldn't understand them at all.

It's really not even a "little understanding" - I don't understand it at all.

The characters written on the cover were different from the isolated letters of any country or language in his common sense. It was more like a code word or an ancient language.

Strings of symbols fit together and follow the cables all the way to the distance.

There are also such symbols on the white road markings on both sides of the road.

Xueming immediately pulled Ah Xing over and pointed at the road markings, "Do you know these things? Ah Xing?"

Ah Xing was confused, and he squatted down with Brother Ming. After watching for a long time, he didn't notice anything strange. Finally, he seemed to have a flash of inspiration: "Oh! I remembered it!"

Jiang Xueming took a notebook and compared the symbols on the road marking lines to make notes, and then asked: "Do you know what these symbols mean?"

"I often watch anime!" Bu Liuxing took out his mobile phone and looked at the magic runes-like marks in the comics and compared them with the signs on the road: "In fantasy-themed works, there are many runes based on ancient characters. This is it.

, it should be runes.”

"Ah?" Jiang Xueming actually felt that he had suffered the loss of not watching any cartoons.

It was a rare opportunity for Ah Xing to show off his knowledge to Brother Ming. His little tail was raised so high that his head and mobile phone were tilted to Brother Ming. "Look, Brother Ming, the runes and runes in Nordic mythology -

On the road markings on both sides of the road, it should be called [Jera], which means [time, year]."

After a while, he pointed to another rune.

"This is called [Ehwaz], which means [horse, beast that carries things]."

The two stood up, and Ah Xing saw the dam mouth and the underground river in the distance. There was also a huge symbol on the stone pier.

"That one is called [Laguz], which means [water flow, water area]."

"Oh, I understand, I just changed the meaning of the annotation into an ancient proverb..." Jiang Xueming didn't pay much attention, thinking to himself - maybe it's the weird sense of ritual of urban designers. After all, Chinese-style architecture also likes to pay attention to ancient inscriptions or

Build a house with Feng Shui.

"How's it going? Am I good?" Ah Xing looked arrogant. He finally taught Brother Ming a lesson, but he was so awesome.

"Awesome! I still have a lot to ask you..." Jiang Xueming suddenly showed a strange look in his eyes.

Ah Xing has seen that kind of look before, just like the look Ming Ge looked at Coach Li at the dinner table in his former residence, wanting to suck him dry——

"——No, no, no! I don't understand, I don't understand! I have learning materials here! Brother Ming, you have to learn. I will give you some popular dramas that pay attention to history and culture!" Ah Xing immediately gave up.

After Xueming finished taking photos of these external roads, because the ambient light here was very dark and the image quality of the photos was also very poor, he drew all the symbols in a formal manner on his notebook.

...

...

The two of them continued walking to the office building.

Pushing open the door, you will find the central office of the armed employees of the city.

In this tall building with more than 30 floors, there are only a few people on duty at the front desk. There are three clerks and two translators. Other than that, there is not even a trace of the cleaner.

These signs confused Jiang Xueming - in such a large city, the headquarters of armed employees responsible for peripheral security work is actually so empty?

He speculated in his mind that maybe this was a good thing——

——There are fewer armed personnel on the periphery, which also means that the periphery is safer and does not require so many personnel to be stationed.

The next step is to follow the process.

Hand over the passenger ID. The director staff stamps the ID with the new seal of the deceased spouse's agency. Sends out two personnel registration forms.

After filling out the form, a translator led them to the 22nd floor to find their security officer.

Except for A Ming and the translator who chatted word by word, the whole process was very quiet. The things they talked about were also very boring. Most of them were gossip news from various stations and gossip that was difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The translator brought the two to the door of room 2219 and left in a hurry - Xueming learned from the conversation that there were six translators working in shifts in the whole building, three small language translators and three large language translators.

I'm very busy and don't have time to chat with them.

Jiang Xueming still behaves as usual.

He knocked on the door first, and then immediately pushed the door open and entered.

"Hello!"

Just walked in——

——The two of them smelled the strong smell of cigarettes and a scene that was difficult to describe in words.

The scene was so chaotic that the SAN values ​​of the two people dropped drastically. To understand the entire layout of Room 2219, we have to start from the outer corridor.

The internal layout of this building is in a zigzag shape, with a large patio in the middle used for ventilation and elevators. The front desk of the office on the first floor can be seen directly from the corridor.

It is designed much like an apartment, so most of the armed employees also converted their offices into dormitories.

Originally, Xueming was mentally prepared when she saw the clothes hanging everywhere in the corridor, but when she actually pushed the door open, she was still shocked by the strong impact.

Both sides of the door of 2219 were filled with used drink cans, and layers of fast-food garbage were not packaged and were thrown into small hills next to the weapons cabinet.

Further inside is the simple bathroom and bathroom, both of which are old. Many of the walls fell off and were smashed to pieces, and no one was cleaning them.

There are still many traces of cigarette butts stepped on on the exposed floor tiles. The cigarette butts were simply thrown away, but no one took care of the ashes.

Next to the bathroom were two large bookshelves that were swaying. They seemed to have been knocked over by something, but they happened to collide with each other, supporting each other and preventing them from completely falling to the ground. The yellow pages, envelopes, and documents in them were scattered.

All over the place, mixed with other domestic garbage.

Then there's the TV on the big desk, and the DVDs - and dozens of unwrapped DVDs.

There is also that ashtray filled with cigarette butts like a stack of arhats. Using an ashtray to describe it seems too elegant and quiet. It should be called an ashtray.

There are several network cables hanging on both sides of the ceiling fan in the room. From the bathroom beam to the steel beam of the glass door on the other side, various underwear and staff uniforms are hung.

Finally, there are the real owners of this room - Ah Xing and A Ming's armed employees, the security officers for this trip.

The lady was only wearing underwear, standing on the desk, holding the hanging rope with both hands to hang the ceiling fan.

This was a chaotic picture that neither Bu Liuxing nor Jiang Xueming could understand for a while.

Their five senses are superb and they can see a lot of things. Their brains have to process a lot of information, so for a while the whole room fell into an eerie silence.

When I first entered the room, I could only smell the strong smell of smoke, but within a few seconds, the stench of domestic garbage hit my face.

Fortunately, there are no bugs, cockroaches or flies in this place, otherwise the two little guys' mental strength would have declined a bit.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time - neither of them spoke.

The eerie silence lasted for a long, long time.

It's about a minute and a half, ninety seconds.

In this period of time--

——Jiang Xueming’s brain was trembling.

People today simply can't stand this way of living. All the mess in the house is like bullets, oh no, it's like fire bombing in his head.

This vicious mental attack left him frozen.

——Bu Liuxing's brain was also trembling.

He saw the DVD on the table and the comic book buried in the yellow page envelope on the floor.

This young lady who is about to hang herself is motionless, as if her brain has lost power. Looking at the muscles on her body, she is a person who exercises regularly. Her deltoid muscles are clearly defined and she has six-pack abs. Look at her famous products

I even forgot to take off the tags on my special-priced underwear. He is a very casual person who wears clothes.

finally--

--finally.

"call--"

The armed employee girl let out a breath.

It was like walking down from the Red Platform execution ground and deciding not to die.

She rubbed the messy golden and black hair on her head as if arranging hay, and muttered a lifeless greeting in Japanese.

"いらっしゃい多せ[Welcome]......"

Bu Liuxing pulled Ming Ge's arm.
To be continued...