long night fire

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In his opinion, that is a place a little bigger than the infirmary on each floor of "Pangaea".

Moreover, even within the "Pangaea", only one of the three major hospitals can treat mental illness.

"The patient may not think that she is mentally ill. She suspects that there is something wrong with her eyes, so she just goes to the outpatient clinic to have a look. Anyway, the doctor will consider which hospital to transfer her to, so she doesn't need to worry about it." Jiang Baimian tried to use " Pangea" to explain the internal situation.

Shang Jianyao, who was quietly listening to their discussion, suddenly said:

"What if the patient has neither mental problems nor eye diseases, but can see his son at least once a day?"

Long Yuehong immediately "hissed":

"Stop telling ghost stories, that's a vegetable!

"Take a step back, even if her son is really cured and wakes up, there's no reason to hide from his mother, only appearing around her so many times a day?"

Shang Jianyao's guess made Long Yuehong inexplicably feel a little colder, as if being quietly blown by the dark wind from hell.

windy...

wind……

Long Yuehong's eyes widened immediately:

"When did you turn on the electric fan?"

Only then did he realize that Shang Jianyao silently turned the silent electric fan on the team leader's desk and pressed the switch.

——The daytime of "Pangaea" is sometimes hotter.

"During your discussion." Shang Jianyao replied with a smile, "What an atmosphere!"

"Don't waste energy!" Jiang Baimian snapped off the fan.

Instead she said:

"There is nothing to be seen from such a lonely medical record, but since it is information left over from the old world, let's put it in our team's files, maybe it will come in handy sometime, and connect it with other clues , revealed something."

"Okay." She clapped her hands, "Today's information is the oral history collected by the previous 'Old Tune Group'."

"Oral history?" Bai Chen probably understood what it meant, but still felt that the term was unfamiliar.

Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao:

"Oral history is the oral history told by the parties, and the history that they have experienced and heard.

"The main work of the 'Old Tune Group' in the past was to collect this. What did they do later, and what did they gain? They disappeared into the sea of history along with their disappearance. Well, according to the telegrams, they still have a few more A batch of important oral histories did not have time to be reported.

"The batch of oral histories we got mainly came from the old people who were still alive in the company at that time and experienced the destruction of the old world. These are very precious materials. Most of these people have passed away now.

"After reading these repeatedly and extracting useful clues and information, we will switch to the second batch of oral histories. These come from the remnants of the old world in the nearby area, similar to Mayor Tian.

"As for the future, there will be no third batch, and we can only rely on ourselves.

"In short, we have to find our next action target from these materials, or, according to the saved telegram, follow the route that the 'old tune group' took again."

Hearing this, Shang Jian Yao raised his hand.

"Needless to say, I know." Jiang Baimian nodded lightly, "You want to choose the second option."

Shang Jian Yao shook his head:

"There may be no difference between the two options."

Jiang Baimian suddenly realized:

"You mean to say that the route chosen by the 'Old Tune Group' should also be based on the clues extracted from these oral histories?"

"No." Shang Jianyao shook his head again, and said in a deep and magnetic voice, "There is only one path determined by fate for us."

Jiang Baimian glanced at this guy, turned his head to Long Yuehong and said:

"Is this a line from a radio show?"

Long Yuehong nodded heavily:

"Yes!"

Jiang Baimian didn't look at Shang Jianyao, instead he smiled and said to Bai Chen:

"I forgot to mention just now, you can move to the 622nd floor. The specific room you will be assigned to will be handed over to you by then.

"Haha, you can listen to the radio tonight."

Bai Chen let out a "hmm", her expression fluctuated slightly and quickly returned to normal.

Jiang Baimian didn't say any more, and waved his hands in the opposite direction like chasing mosquitoes:

"Let's go to the information.

"Shangjian Yao, don't play the music!"

"I can't control it!" Shang Jianyao responded loudly.

"Then you have to reason with it." Jiang Baimian replied angrily.

Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up immediately, as if he felt that this method was very consistent with his own thinking.

He sat down and spoke in a rambling manner to the small speaker with a blue background and a black surface:

"I'll fix you with shit and pee, you have to be obedient..."

"I now believe that he really has a doctor's certificate..." Long Yuehong stared blankly for a few seconds and said to himself.

"Ah, what are you talking about? Louder!" Jiang Baimian tilted his head.

Bai Chen turned a blind eye to this, and looked through the information on his own.

"It's nothing." Long Yuehong shook her head quickly.

Then, he sighed silently:

"What kind of group is this..."

And his transfer order does not know when it will come down.

……

After dinner, Shang Jianyao didn't go back to the 495th floor immediately, but took the elevator to the 490th floor.

He deftly bypassed the "activity center" and "material supply market" here, and came to the back row of rooms.

In the center of these rooms, there is a vertical plaque with black characters on a white background:

"No.11 Orphanage"

This is the place where Shang Jianyao lived for three years.

——In "Pangaea", there will be an orphanage every ten or twenty floors, responsible for raising children who have no immediate relatives until they reach their full age.

At this time, many doors of the orphanage were open, but only two or three figures existed.

Everyone else has gone to the cafeteria ahead.

Shang Jian Yao walked in and came to the lame old gatekeeper Li Jiawen.

"Is the dean there?" Shang Jianyao asked in a calm voice.

Li Jiawen's hair was already gray, and he was sitting behind a table, looking drowsy.

Hearing the sound, he quickly raised his head and looked at it for a while:

"Little merchant...

"The dean has gone to eat, sit down, she will be back in a while."

"No need." Shang Jianyao shook his head and walked to Li Jiawen's side.

There is a black shell machine on the wall there, which can be used to trade contribution points.

Shang Jianyao looked at the relatively spacious internal activity space, various old appliances, and rather simple furnishings in turn, took out the electronic card, and swiped it on the machine.

Then, he pressed the figure of 5 and chose No.11 Orphanage as the payee.

Because it was a large transaction, he pressed his fingerprint again to confirm.

Looking at Shang Jianyao's back, Li Jiawen laughed and said:

"Come to donate?

"It's really thoughtful, didn't you just start working?"

The company is responsible for the basic budget of the orphanage, but this only covers rooms, venues, staff salaries, living guarantees for each orphan, and corresponding energy rations.

To make the environment of the orphanage better and each orphan to eat better, it relies more on the donations of the employees.

Shang Jian Yao turned around, put away the electronic card, and said with a smile:

"Save it for me."

"Huh?" Li Jiawen looked blank.

"Thank you every time." Shang Jian Yao didn't say any more, nodded slightly, and walked out of the orphanage.

Li Jiawen watched him go away, stood up slowly, limped to the black shell machine, and checked the transaction records.

"5?" He exclaimed.

He has worked for so many years, and his current savings are about the same.

……

Floor 495, "Material Supply Market".

Shang Jian Yao bought a bunch of expensive and easy-to-sell items like cloth, carried them, and walked back to Area B.

He didn't go home and turned to the other side.

After walking for a while, Shang Jianyao stopped in front of an open room.

This is Shen Du's house.

This is larger than the room where Shang Jianyao lives now, with a narrow bedroom separated on the right side, and the rest of the room serves as the living room, kitchen and dining room.

Shen Du's wife, Tian Jing, was busy in the outside kitchen area, and their children kept running around her.

"Why don't you go to the cafeteria?" Shang saw Yao walking over and asked abruptly.

Tian Jing is in her thirties. Although her face is beautiful, she looks very haggard.

She smiled wryly:

"It still needs to be avoided. Although the company has always said that the 'innocent disease' is not contagious, everyone is still quite afraid.

"No, I'm all on vacation."

Shang Jian Yao gave a "hmm":

"Uncle Shen has always taken care of me before."

While talking, he put the pile of things in Shen Du's house.

"...No, no, it's too expensive!" Tian Jing just glanced at it, and knew that the items Shang Jianyao brought were worth tens of thousands of contribution points.

Shang Jian Yao stopped his movements, thought for a while and said:

"If you don't want to charge, you can choose to be my mother."

"?" Tian Jing was stunned.

Shang Jian Yao took the opportunity to put down all his things, waved his hand and said:

"It seems you don't want to."

Seeing Shang Jianyao's "resolute" attitude, Tian Jing muttered for a while and said:

"If you need help in the future, just say it."

Shang Jian Yao nodded, turned around and walked towards his home.

Vaguely, he heard Shen Du's child asking his mother from behind:

"Mom, isn't that uncle afraid that we will get sick?

"Mom, when will Dad get better?

"Mom, when will Dad come back?"