Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 165 Ancient City of the Undead

Furue City-Memorial Hall

"The portable containment items have been put on, and the breath concealment equipment has been put on."

The first group leader and the second group leader report separately.

"The inspection is correct." Gu Xingze reported.

"Captain, it has been pried open." The team member removed the shutter of the ventilation duct, "You can enter at any time."

"Be careful," Lu Xunian told the two, "Go."

"Yes!"

After the two finished speaking, they immediately entered the vent with the help of a ladder.According to the basic structure described by the instructor just now, drive to the small room in the reference room at the fastest speed.

"Don't worry, Team Lu." Gu Xingze recorded the values ​​on the jammer, "Lethe's pollution is non-radiative, and there are no other methods of attack except physical attacks. It's impossible to swallow too much memory under the jammer."

At most, he would forget what he had for dinner this morning, or the containment regulations he just memorized last night.

It would be a disaster if it was the latter. After all, tomorrow is the professional assessment day of the Special Investigation Bureau.

"I know, they are not the children of those days." Lu Xunian sighed, but his brows did not relax. "But the old curator's health is not good. I am really worried about her."

"Ms. Tang survived the war-torn era, and experienced almost all the major events in the new era."

Gu Xingze recalled what he had heard from the lecturer, and he really admired it: "Later, she sold her property to fund scientific research, subsidize students, and didn't seek merit or fame... She is a veritable hero. A hero will be sheltered by a firm belief, and nothing will happen. of."

"Yeah." Lu Xunian looked at the display screen, Lethe's figure was getting closer and closer to the cubicle where the old curator was, his eyes darkened, "It must be in time."

……

The small cubicle is located in the back of the reference room. There is a reclining chair and a small cabinet that can be used as a table near the window. When you look up, you can see the kapok tree outside.

It's a pity that it's autumn, and now I can't see the kapoks in full bloom, and I can't see my family.

The old man was sitting on a reclining chair with a thick old photo album on his lap, turning over the pages carefully and lovingly, his eyes full of nostalgia.

From the black-and-white photos of college graduation to the ribbon-cutting of the revitalization of state-owned enterprises and private businesses, to the photos taken by Mr. Jiang when she was helping the people during the war.

There is also a photo of her inspecting the fabric in the factory, her eyebrows are serious, and when she looks up at the camera, she frowned and smiled.There are also the wedding photos of her and Mr. Jiang, and the military uniform photos sent home by Mr. Jiang.

At the end of the page, there are only slightly yellowed letter papers, even if they are carefully preserved, they still cannot withstand the wear and tear of time.

Tang Xinlan gently stroked the letter paper, the warmth and nostalgia in her eyes turned into tears.

She is already over a hundred years old, and she can't stop shaking when she moves, so she took out a gold pocket watch from her pocket more carefully, opened it and saw the old black and white photos inside——

Jiang Jin, who was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, was handsome and upright, with tenderness and love in her eyes, smiling and looking at the girl who wanted to take the photo in place of the boss.

Later, they exchanged photos, as if exchanging each other's souls, and since then they have common beliefs and common aspirations.

Even though the flames of war are roaring and suffering is everywhere, even if the victory at dawn is unknown, even if the road ahead is bumpy and long, they are still closely connected in this broken mountain and river.On the front line and in the rear, fighting in our own way for each other's family, but also for the nation.

"I saw this victory for you," Tang Xinlan smiled, tears streaming down the corners of her wrinkled eyes, "The children can go to school well, and people no longer have to be afraid of robbers coming to burn, kill and plunder. Everything we have given It's all worth it."

"I actually... miss you a lot," she wiped away her tears, but the tears couldn't stop falling, "but I'm afraid that if I go looking for you, the young people in the future won't remember about my comrades in arms... I I'm too scared, Ajin."

People can't praise suffering, but they can't forget suffering, let alone the heroes who sacrificed their blood for future generations in suffering.

What happened today was like a sharp thorn, piercing hard into the deepest and softest part of her heart.

"Boom, boom, boom."

There was a knock on the door, and the old curator wiped away tears, gently stroked the photos on the pocket watch, and finally put it away carefully.

"Come in." She kept her voice as steady as possible.

The door was pushed open, and the well-behaved boy said carefully: "Curator, can I come in?"

"Ah, so it's Cheng Lin," the old curator said in a gentle voice, "Come in quickly, did you encounter any problems in your studies, or did you quarrel with your parents again?"

"No," the boy raised the data in his hand slightly, "I have some questions to ask you about the classification and collection of data, and I want to know more about this history."

"Which section?" asked the old curator, "You can take it here, and I'll take a look."

"it is good."

The boy walked slowly to the old curator and handed over the materials in his hand.

The old curator was stunned for a moment, but his hand was wet: "Why is this book soaked?"

"I accidentally slipped in the toilet just now." The boy was a little embarrassed, his eyes fell on Tang Xinlan's old photo album, "Curator, what is this?"

"This?" The old curator's eyes softened again, "It's some old photos, some years old."

"That should carry a lot of things." The boy's eyes did not leave, and he murmured absentmindedly, his eyes covered by his bangs gleamed with a cunning and greedy light, "especially history, or emotions."

The old man didn't hear clearly: "Cheng Lin, what did you just say?"

"Nothing," the boy looked up and asked expectantly, "Curator, can you tell me what is recorded in this album?"

"Ah, of course."

The old curator was stunned for a moment, then nodded with relief, "I'll tell you something about what I've experienced, wait a minute, I'll see where it comes from..."

She looked down to find a suitable photo, but she didn't see the boy leaning forward slightly, the originally human face twisted and twisted into a big mouth raised up.

Two eyes protruded from the ears, like ugly deep-sea fish eyes, staring closely at the [memory] and [emotion] slowly emerging from the old curator's mind, and opened his mouth greedily——

"Fuck!"

The team leader who had just arrived at the vent was covered in cold sweat with a "swish", and immediately slammed into the blinds without even thinking about it, and smashed open the window with inertia!
The old curator raised his head abruptly, seeing the team members above fall down without hesitation.

The second team leader following behind raised his head, his expression changed drastically: "Old curator, be careful!"

The old curator turned his head as if looking for something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and saw the shark-style sharp teeth opening in front of him, and the suction cup was exposed from the cavity in the mouth that circled like a straw, and he screamed and bit it off!

(End of this chapter)