Xiaomao passed through the group and added Su Qingyu privately.
After Su Qingyu passed, the chat record box popped up.
Xiao Mao: Sister Su, I am Xiao Mao from the red organization. We met in that glass room. We were at school just now. I threw my student ID card to you.
Su Qingyu: Thanks.
Xiaomao: I found that the people in Class B have the same goal as ours. They also exist to eliminate pollution. It’s just that this copy doesn’t want to see them. They have a hard time surviving, and we have to help them.
From the string of words written by Xiao Mao, you can feel his passion.
Su Qingyu: How can I help?
Xiaomao's side keeps showing "The other party is typing"
Then, Su Qingyu's cell phone lost signal.
Su Qingyu looked up at the gloomy sky, then changed places to look for signals.
Her mobile phone already belongs to the special version of Daystar Group.
In many copies, other people's mobile phones have no signal, but her mobile phone has it.
But the signal was cut off just now.
This also just confirms what Xiao Mao said.
This copy doesn't want to see their group of people.
[Venixing Group] Rule 4 of the veteran rules in the workplace.
[Every experiment will be archived. Files have specific numbers, starting from number one.
There is no File Zero in the laboratory. 】
The last sentence of this rule simply means that there are no three hundred taels of silver here.
Since there is no File Zero in the laboratory.
Then, Su Qingyu went to the archives to look for it.
Su Qingyu was about to find her assistant Wu Qiu. On the way, she met Aunt Ding Deping pushing a huge iron cage. Aunt Ding told Su Qingyu that Wu Qiu had been caught in the rain last night and the wound on his shoulder had ulcerated. He was now receiving treatment in the infirmary.
There are many monkeys in the iron cage.
Apparently, it was going to be sent to the laboratory.
After Su Qingyu thanked Aunt Ding, she went to the infirmary to visit Wu Qiu.
The infirmary is full of people.
Screams came from inside from time to time.
Su Qingyu walked inside.
She saw the doctor holding a saw and the patient lying on the iron bed with a distorted face. The doctor was cutting his thigh bone with a saw. The cold saw reflected an eerie light, and the sound of the saw cutting the bone was particularly harsh.
Walking further in, I saw the nurse holding a funnel in her hand. The tip of the funnel was inserted into the patient's mouth, and the nurse was pouring a strange liquid into it.
The medical environment here is simple and rudimentary. The nurses are all thick and muscular, and their movements are extremely rough.
The further Su Qingyu walked in, the tighter her brows furrowed.
It's better not to come here to treat this disease.
I always feel that without medical treatment, I can live for three years, but with treatment here, I can only live for three days.
The nurse was helping Wu Qiu cut off the rotten flesh from the wound.
She acted roughly.
The scissors hooked into the rotten flesh, dragging Wu Qiu's whole body around.
Wu Qiu's body has become very fragile due to overtime work.
Every time the nurse used the scissors, Wu Qiu's face became paler.
Wu Qiu weakly waved to Su Qingyu: "Sister Su, I have to take a few days off. This is considered sick leave. You have to apply for it for me so that I can reduce my salary."
"Don't worry, I will make up for whatever salary is missing."
My life is gone, but I am still thinking about my salary.
Wu Qiu burst into tears: "Good leader, I really hope I can help you work in the next life."
"No, you will be more useful to me if you live a good life."
Su Qingyu looked at the rude nurse: "Hello, is there a doctor who can be a little gentler? My assistant's wound is very serious, and he needs another person to help him."
"What should I change? Do you have any objections to me?" The nurse put her hands on her hips and spat out saliva as she spoke, "It would be good if he can be treated. He is just an assistant. Do you think he is a researcher?"
"He's not a researcher, I am."
The nurse looked at the sign hanging around Su Qingyu's neck, and her arrogance instantly subsided. She changed the topic: "Well, you are a researcher. If the researcher is ill and cannot come here, you can go find the five-pointed building with the red cross on it." , there are doctors dedicated to you."
Su Qingyu took out five Ming coins and placed them on the table.
"I want to replace my assistant with a more gentle and patient nurse."
The nurse looked at the coins and then at Su Qingyu. A suspicious blush suddenly appeared on her face. She quietly put the coins away and said softly: "Actually, I can also be very gentle."
"Help me heal my assistant. I will be grateful later."
Su Qingyu left with Wu Qiu's eyes filled with gratitude.
At noon, Su Qingyu went to the staff canteen.
There were specific rules there, and Su Qingyu didn't go in to eat.
She just glanced at the door, trying to find a familiar figure.
The white fire is not here.
No acquaintance found.
In the afternoon, Su Qingyu went to the archives room alone.
The archives are open to researchers.
It was very quiet inside, with file racks neatly arranged. There was a rest area in the middle, where many researchers sat. They sat there with expressionless faces and cold eyes. Each one held a cup of paper in their hands. files.
Su Qingyu followed the classification of the file racks and found the area where the files of the Department of Emotional Neurology were stored.
The files placed above are missing.
There are some files that Su Qingyu saw last night. They are in the box in the laboratory and have not been filed yet.
There was dust on the shelves.
Su Qingyu searched through files one by one.
She did not find File Zero.
However, she moved a ladder, climbed up, and found File No. 1 from the corner of the top shelf.
File number: 000001.
Su Qingyu's fingers gently brushed the back of the file, then hooked the upper part with his fingers and took out the file.
Suddenly, she noticed that on the opposite side of the file shelf, a pair of black eyes rolled for a moment, and then flashed past.
Su Qingyu immediately climbed down the ladder and ran to the opposite side of the file rack.
The opposite side was empty, nothing.
Those eyes just now were definitely not human eyes.
Because she just climbed the ladder to get the file.
Human beings cannot be that tall.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Su Qingyu felt a chill on her back.
She carried File No. 1 and came to the lobby.
There were many researchers sitting in the rest area of the original hall.
At this moment, Su Qingyu came out and all the researchers disappeared.
Only the last row was left, with his forehead pressed against the table, and his long black hair hanging down from both sides, blocking his face, as if he was sleeping.
The files here are not available for loan.
Must see here.
Su Qingyu turned her back to that person, feeling insecure.
She walked to the door of the archives room, leaned against the wall and opened File No. 1.
