After listening to Shang Jianyao's description, Jiang Baimian nodded without saying a word.

Bai Chen and Long Yuehong suddenly felt a little heavy and didn't know how to respond.

"Which floor should you go to? Those two elevators should be usable." After a few seconds, Jiang Baimian glanced at the LCD screen with a blue background and a white letter.

At this time, the numbers representing the other two elevators are displayed normally.

"Sixth floor, right? We have carefully searched the room before, and it should be the safest place." Bai Chen put forward his own opinions.

"Okay." Jiang Baimian nodded slightly and smiled, "And even if Qiao Chu returns, he would definitely not have thought that we would still dare to stay there, and just caught him off guard."

While speaking, she walked a few steps forward and pressed the button with her hand holding "ice moss".

Soon, the silver-black door of an elevator opened, and a slightly corrosive aura emanated from the air.

Jiang Baimian checked it carefully and walked into it first:

"no problem."

When Shang Jianyao and others entered, the elevator gate slowly closed and went up steadily.

When they left, they did not close the door to Room 605, but just let it cover it up.

Now, there is a white light inside, illuminating the metal door slit quite brightly.

Shang Jian Yao had just opened the door, and Jiang Baimian suddenly stretched out a hand and blocked him.

"There are people inside." Jiang Baimian said in a deep voice.

"How many?" Shang Jianyao was like asking how many guests there were.

Long Yuehong raised the muzzle in a stressful manner and was ready to shoot.

Jiang Baimian took a slow breath and glanced at Shang Jianyao:

"one."

"Qiao Chu is definitely not as fast as us... Those who are strong should have rushed to the 'City Intelligent Network Control Center'... Those who are not strong will not act alone..." Bai Chen quickly analyzed, "Either all his companions died and searched for the ruins hunters who were alone to hide, but this is a coincidence. The ruins of this city are so big and there are so many houses, how could it be that we were selected as the one we had before? Or the original owner of the house, a 'unintentional person,' after the lights were on, came back according to instinct."

"Yes, my reason tells me that the probability of the former is slightly equal to zero, but we happened to encounter so many things along the way and finally came here? People should never be stubborn, and would rather be more careful." Jiang Baimian originally wanted to say, "This may be because our fate is not very good recently", but he was afraid that Long Yuehong would be stimulated, so he forced to change his statement.

Just as she was about to issue an order to change the hiding room, Shang Jianyao suddenly spoke:

"I want to go in and take a look."

"Well..." Jiang Baimian pondered for a moment, "Look, I'm also curious about what the original owner of this room looked like. Be careful."

Shang Jianyao nodded, carried the assault rifle and carefully entered Room 605.

Compared to when they left, there was almost no change here, except that the white tiles and the tan floor reflected lights, bringing out an indescribable warmth.

After entering a certain range, Jiang Baimian didn't need to remind him again, Shang Jianyao could already sense where the person was.

"He" is deep in the corridor, in the small bedroom on the right.

Shang Jianyao moved closer step by step, and soon saw the bedroom door open and an orange light flowing out.

On the not-wide bed inside, there were many blue sheets with golden stars, and there was a person lying on it.

She should be a woman with a slightly hunched body, a shriveled face and wrinkles, like dried orange peels, and her hair is long and messy, all white.

After looking at the woman, Shang Jianyao instantly understood where the white hair he found on the pillow in this bedroom came from.

At the same time, he also recognized the other party, which was a "unintentional person" he had seen during the night.

This "intentional person" has pulled up the same set of bed sheets as the bed sheet, and the quilt is curled up, covering half of his body.

At this moment, she stretched out her hands, held the thing, and watched intently.

Her sleeves were pink and slightly white, and they didn't seem to fit well.

When he noticed Shang Jianyao coming, the "intentional person" looked up at him, then lowered his head and looked at the booklet in his hand.

Shang Jianyao stared for a while, held the assault rifle, and walked gently to the other side.

Jiang Baimian behind him wanted to remind her, but saw Shang Jianyao squatting down, squatting beside the bed, and looking at the things in her hand with the "unintentional person".

After thinking for a second, Jiang Baimian followed him, leaned over Shang Jianyao's head, and looked at the booklet.

With her experience and insight, she recognized that this should be an album at a glance.

Each page of this album is made of transparent plastic, with many colorful photos inside.

The first thing Jiang Baimian saw was a little girl.

She was dressed furry and quite cute, and was being held by a decent and delicate young woman with a smile on her face, crying sadly.

At this time, the "unintentioned" flipped the album and came to the next page.

This also allowed Jiang Baimian to see the back of the photo just now.

The white there turned slightly yellow, and someone wrote a sentence with a black pen:

"When Nannan was one year old."

Jiang Baimian seemed to understand something, and as the "intentional person" flipped, he looked at other photos.

In those photos, the little girl gradually grew up, either riding on a man's shoulder, being held by a man and a woman who appeared repeatedly in the photos, wearing a green monster outfit with a tail, or wearing a pink outfit, making her skin look white and tender.

Behind these photos, there are the same black handwriting.

They respectively write:

"When Nannan was two years old."

"When Nannan was three years old."

"When Nannan was four years old."

When the album was turned out, the handwriting was stopped at "Nannan was seven years old".

Jiang Baimian silently finished reading these photos, raised his head, and looked at the "intentional person" lying on the bed again.

Her body was slightly hunched, her face was shriveled and wrinkled, like dried orange peel, and her hair was long and messy, all white.

Jiang Baimian closed his eyes and leaned over to Shang Jianyao's ear and said:

"Let's not bother her."

Shang Jianyao nodded, stood up slowly, and retreated back to the living room area.

Jiang Baimian wiped his eyes and pointed outside and said:

"We'd better change the place."

Bai Chen and Long Yuehong had no objection to this.

Not long after, they found a temporary hiding spot on the eighth floor.

The layout here is exactly the same as Room 605.

"You can only see the jeep and armored vehicles in the restaurant window. Bai Chen, you go there to monitor it." After checking Room 805, Jiang Baimian looked around and started to issue a task, "Long Yuehong, you are here in the floor-to-ceiling window, observe the movements of the streets outside. Shang Jianyao and I will rest for a while, and you will be rotated in an hour."

"Yes, team leader!" Bai Chen and Long Yuehong each took their weapons and came to the best position in their field of vision.

Shang Jianyao did not rest, so he found a place with a jack to sit down, and took out the big slap speaker and various small instruments, tools, components, and lines he had picked up from his tactical backpack.

"Don't be so anxious to repair it, right?" Jiang Baimian saw his intention.

Shang Jianyao tried the tools one by one, answering:

“This is very important.”

"Why?" Jiang Baimian was a little stunned.

"Don't you think that at critical moments, musical accompaniment will make you perform better?" Shang Jianyao said without raising his head. "This speaker looks like it has its own memory chip, and there must be old-world music inside."

"...I don't think so." Jiang Baimian gave up on persuasion.

Anyway, she didn't think she could really rest here, because the existence of "high-level unintentional" and aberrant creatures made her not very relieved as a novice Long Yuehong.

She said she wanted to rest, but in fact she just closed her eyes and rested, and she would still be distracted to sense the surroundings.

Since that's the case, Shang Jianyao will do whatever he wants.

With the physique of a genetically modified person, he still has plenty of energy without sleeping for one or two nights.

When Shang Jianyao was concentrating on repairing the speakers, Long Yuehong was on guard outside and looked into the distance.

Although there is only eighth floor here, he can still see the lights of the entire city spreading like stars.

——Although he hasn’t seen the stars on the night, at least he has seen photos and can make corresponding associations.

After watching this for a while, he finally sighed:

“So beautiful…”

In addition to beauty, he felt that such a scene also contained a unique flavor, which he could not describe.

After another while, Long Yuehong said sincerely:

"It's a pity that this place is too short. If you can see it at a very high place, it will definitely be more beautiful."

Hearing this, Jiang Baimian stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
To be continued...