It's not that I think these two hounds are unreliable, but I wonder why I have been hanging on the flagpole for a long time, and these two people who are supposed to not deviate haven't come yet.
After thinking about it seriously, Chen Fan wondered whether there was a special situation on the road?
No, it's been smooth sailing all the way here, so it's just uncomfortable to be squeezed here and there.
Logically speaking, Lao Wei and the others should have arrived a long time ago, and the walkie-talkie should be able to contact them.
Unless... I've already been tricked?
Thinking of this, Chen Fan immediately slapped himself on the face without hesitation.
Snapped!
After the crisp impact sound, there was a series of swear words from Chen Fan.
day! It really hurts!
Well, although it hurts, it seems that there is no problem on my side, so it should be Lao Wei and the others who are in trouble.
Want to find them?
After pondering for a long time, Chen Fan looked at the destination in front of him and decided to go in and check the situation first.
After all, there are two people on Lao Wei's side, and Wu Xiu is not a freeloader. Neither of them can handle it, and they probably won't be able to help much.
Furthermore, the two smoke hounds haven't found where Old Wei and the others are yet. If there is really something to do, it would be more reasonable to wait until the day lilies are cold before they go there. It would be more reasonable to check the situation at the destination first.
Thinking of this, Chen Fan stepped out and walked into the community where the music producers in the information lived.
After pausing for a moment, Chen Fan turned around and looked around again, confirming that there was nothing wrong before continuing to move forward.
In the monitoring room, Hu Weijiu's eyes were bloodshot when she saw that the communication she had made reached Chen Fan's walkie-talkie, which only rang once and then fell silent.
However, what happened next made the people in the monitoring room feel ups and downs.
Hu Weijiu was relieved when she saw that Chen Fan took off the walkie-talkie and searched for a long time without any results, then summoned the ash hound to find Wei Yanwu and Wu Xiu.
Just as she was about to praise this guy for his calmness and intelligence in times of crisis, Hu Weijiu saw Chen Fan pondering before heading straight to the community.
The moment Chen Fan stepped into the community, the cameras originally located on his shoulders and forehead crashed, and the screens belonging to Chen Fan's area in the monitoring room also turned into snowflakes.
The unformed smile froze directly on her face. Hu Weijiu was silent for a long time and silently dialed Wei Yanwu's communication line:
"Hey, Old Wei? Chen Fan has already gone in. Is there anything in the community that you can't deal with?"
As soon as he put down Wu Xiu who had finished the emergency treatment, Wei Yanwu was so choked up by the bad news delivered by Hu Weijiu that he almost lost his breath:
"What? - Didn't I tell you to warn Chen Fan not to go in? Why did you say that Chen Fan has already gone in?!"
Hearing that Wei Yanwu felt like he couldn't catch a breath at any time and was going to die of anger, Hu Weijiu hurriedly explained this:
"It's really not our problem! As soon as you told us, Old Wei, that we couldn't reach our destination, we tried to contact Chen Fan as soon as possible, but for some reason the intercom just rang once and then went silent."
Stopping to listen to Wei Yanwu's situation, Hu Weijiu waited until she felt that he seemed to be able to accept the follow-up before continuing to explain:
"Then we have been trying to find a way to contact Chen Fan, but there has never been a good way. However, Chen Fan is not a fool. He first sent out smoke hounds to find your location. After discovering that you two were far away, he might have thought You and Xiao Wu encountered some kind of danger and were still unable to come, so they released the hounds to look for you two and plunged into the community alone."
After hearing this, Wei Yanwu was also convinced.
You said that Chen Fan was too reckless. Not only did he confirm where he and Wu Xiu were, he also released the hunting dogs to help.
But you have to say that Chen Fan is cautious. He Le Dian Dian ran directly into the community and was not afraid of encountering any danger alone.
For a moment, Wei Yanwu really didn't know what to say.
Just when he was struggling and feeling uncomfortable, Hu Weijiu spoke silently:
"I said, Lao Wei, why on earth are you not allowed to enter the community? What on earth did you and Wu Xiu encounter inside? After all, the camera broke as soon as you two entered, and we didn't see anything here."
With a deep sigh, Wei Yanwu shook his head, and then told the previous situation:
"Actually, they were the people who were being manipulated. But when they saw me and Xiao Wu, they rushed up like swarms of swarms. We couldn't shoot these innocent people, so we had to run out first."
As he wandered into the community, Chen Fan looked at the crowds of people dancing to the rhythm of the music. He felt like goosebumps were rising all over his body.
Not because of weirdness or fear, but because——
The people in this community dance so ugly.
Especially if you look at the old lady over there, she is constantly twitching, but her face is full of tranquility and leisure.
Wow, that's really outrageous.
Chen Fan turned his head and marveled at the old lady who was about to collapse from cramps. He strolled into the door of the apartment building and pressed the elevator button.
After a soft ding, Chen Fan walked into the elevator.
After a while, Chen Fan came out dejectedly.
Ridiculous, are all residential elevators so high-end now? You can't get in without swiping your card.
Chen Fan had no choice but to go to the center of the trembling crowd and began to fumble through the pockets of his clothes one by one, looking for an elevator card belonging to the same family.
After struggling for a long time, Chen Fan finally got a card for the same building, then squeezed through the crowd and returned to the elevator.
As for why you don’t use gloves to climb up... there are dozens of floors, so it’s better to take the stairs to climb up.
Fortunately, this time Chen Fan finally succeeded in getting into the elevator and pressed the floor recorded in the data.
As the elevator buzzed upward, Chen Fan took out his cell phone from his pocket and glanced at the house number recorded on it. Then, before he reached the corresponding floor, he began to take out a set of small, cylindrical semi-solid devices from his pocket.
With a soft ding, the iron doors on both sides of the elevator slowly opened, and Chen Fan arrived at the floor where his destination was.
First, he cautiously stuck his head out and took a look at the surroundings. After confirming that there was no danger, Chen Fan slowly walked out of the elevator, and then tiptoed to the door where the music producer lived.
Chen Fan raised his hand and knocked lightly on the thick iron door. As expected, Chen Fan didn't wait for a response from inside, so he began to install the cylindrical semi-solid taken out of the elevator on the outer layer of the iron door.
As soon as he attached the semi-solid body, Chen Fan was about to press it firmly for the next step. When he pressed hard on the door with both hands, the iron door opened with a click.
Chen Fan stared dumbly at the iron door that slowly opened and closed into the room. Chen Fan then looked at the plastic explosives used for blasting under his feet, and suddenly wanted to reach out and slap himself.
After a while, Chen Fan, who was embarrassed to pack his things, adjusted his pocket and then cautiously took out his mobile phone from behind the door to use the camera to see if there was any danger in the house.
To Chen Fan's expectation, this room was quite neat and beautiful inside, giving people a very clean feeling.
As for the music producer in the information, Chen Fan did not see him.
After a brief hesitation, Chen Fan took back his phone, stood up and walked into the neat but empty room.
While walking on the floor that was clean but covered with a thin layer of dust, Chen Fan reached out to pick up various equipment placed on the wall, brushed off the dust and observed it carefully.
Well, it is well preserved. It seems that I usually cherish my equipment very much. There are two situations. Either it is because I have no money and I am in a tight situation, or I cherish it because it is very expensive.
Turning over the back of the device and looking at the knockoff label on it, Chen Fan nodded thoughtfully:
"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems to be the former."
Gently putting down the device in his hand, Chen Fan walked all the way to the somewhat small living room and began to observe the layout here:
There is no TV hanging on the wall. Considering the tight situation of the homeowner, it is easy to understand. He probably relies on computers and mobile phones to obtain external information and entertainment. Since the house does not have a dining room, the coffee table is used as a dining table, and there is only one next to it. Stool, there are no other small stools in the entire living room. The owner of the house should not be a person who likes to bring friends to his home.
After looking at the layout of the living room, Chen Fan knelt down again and began to look at the piles of books on the aisle.
They are all books about how to use software, as well as related information on tuning, arranging, etc. Each book and information looks quite old, but it should not be due to the passage of time.
As for why... that's because even if they are stacked together, their corners are wrinkled and out of shape, which is obviously the mark left by being read for a long time.
only……
Looking up at the old books and materials that almost filled the entire aisle, Chen Fan realized for the first time that a mere human being could actually gain so much knowledge in a short life...
What's even more touching is that it seems that the owner not only piled up a pile of books and materials in the corridor, but also built a fortress called Solitude.
Lifting his feet carefully, Chen Fan tried not to step on these books and materials. He struggled to move between the narrow gaps where it was almost impossible to stand, and slowly approached the door that seemed to be sealed in the deepest part of the corridor.
After tossing and turning, Chen Fan finally came to the mahogany door, and then reached for its door handle.
But before opening the door, Chen Fan couldn't help but hesitate.
He didn't know what was inside, and he was alone at the moment. Yoruichi was not around. What should he do if there was a bad guy who opened the door?
Even if you have twelve lives after awakening as a floating spirit, wouldn't it be a waste to waste it like this?
Before Chen Fan could think of the reason, his toes that were placed in the small gap finally couldn't bear the weight of the box on his back and suddenly twitched.
It was just such a twitch that caught Chen Fan off guard and subconsciously leaned forward, pressing the door handle that was already on it.
So in the next second, Chen Fan rolled and crawled into the last room, and his black suit was covered with fine dust.
When Chen Fan climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of worn-out black sneakers.
His body subconsciously tensed up, Chen Fan paused for a moment, stood up suddenly, and at the same time took out the pistol from his waist and aimed it at the man in front of him.
However, the man sitting in front of the computer desk didn't seem to notice Chen Fan at all. He still turned his back to Chen Fan, who was pointing the gun directly at his head, staring at the still shining computer screen in front of him without moving.
Thinking that this eldest brother was too immobile to move, Chen Fan silently moved his steps and came to his side.
After seeing the man's true face, Chen Fan was silent for a moment and slowly lowered the gun in his hand.
Without him, it's just because the man is already a dead mummy.
After finding out the man's true identity, Chen Fan took out the walkie-talkie and spoke a few words, then reluctantly put it back after getting a piece of static noise as a way to recover.
There seems to be something wrong with the walkie-talkie, and Lao Wei and Wu Xiu cannot be contacted.
Originally, Chen Fan thought that Wei and Wu Xiu were out of communication range and unable to contact. However, after trying to contact the headquarters and failing, Chen Fan realized that the sudden sound of the walkie-talkie before entering the community was not the noise he thought.
As for the Ash Hound, there was no information sent back. Chen Fan didn't know what to do for a while.
After thinking about it, Chen Fan looked at the music producer whose eyes had long shriveled up, leaving only two black holes in his eyes. Then he looked at the still bright computer screen. After hesitating for a moment, he gently picked up the skinny mummy and put it on his head. Placed on the bed aside.
Thinking of Namo Amitabha silently in his heart, no wonder, brother, the situation is special, Chen Fan sat down in front of the computer, and then his body suddenly stiffened.
It was not because he saw anything extraordinary, but because Chen Fan suddenly remembered that he had just moved a mummy from the chair and sat down without wiping it.
But when he looked down at his clothes, which were already covered in dust due to rolling on the ground, Chen Fan gave up thinking after thinking for a moment.
That's all, just pretend that nothing happened, let's see why the big brothers are all gone, but still looking at the computer screen.
So, Chen Fan forced himself to shift his attention from the chair and looked at the bright display screen.
The next second, a virtual singer who looked exactly like the spirit ghost codenamed Princess caught Chen Fan's eyes.
Under the singer, there is an audio and video export program that has been running for who knows how long.
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Fan silently picked up the earphones and wiped them to make sure they were clean before slowly putting them on.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Fan turned on the play button of the program.
"あたしがを语るのなら"
(If you want me to talk about love)
"How about その眼には, 影る?"
(What kind of scene is reflected in those eyes)
"Words are there and I'm leaving"
(Words are all superfluous)
"无簮音が流れてく"
(The impure tone flows away)
"あなたがにpaintれるまで"
(Before you are covered with love)
"その色はphanだ"
(That view is just a fantasy)
Listening to the familiar melody and singing, Chen Fan subconsciously turned his head and looked at the skinny mummy on the bed.
It turns out that this is the case. It seems that this music producer worked hard to create the work of the princess singing. He suddenly died for some reason while waiting for the export, and his life was frozen at this moment.
After an unknown amount of time, the music was successfully exported, but the person who created it could no longer release it, and the world could no longer listen to his last work.
Then, probably out of reluctance and regret, the man's dead soul attached itself to the computer and appeared outside in the form of a virtual singer, triggering the singing crisis.
With a sigh, Chen Fan had mixed feelings about his inference.
It was beyond Chen Fan's understanding that a poor man with no talent could cause such a big mess after his death.
But if you think about it from another perspective, this can be regarded as making your work successful and famous, right?
After thinking about it for a long time, Chen Fan accidentally glanced at a button for the export program from the corner of his eye:
release.
Seeing this button, Chen Fan turned his head again and looked at the skinny mummy on the bed behind him.
After a long silence, his white fingers pressed on the mouse button and clicked lightly and hard.
"Well, even though the entire district is currently disconnected from the Internet, I still want to help you achieve your last wish."
After doing this, Chen Fan slowly stood up from the chair, put a stack of sticky notes and a pen into his pocket, turned around and left the room.
The door closed gently with a click. Inside, which Chen Fan could not see, the skinny mummy that had been motionless suddenly shook.
Afterwards, the entire body was turned into ashes and slowly floated out of the room along with the breeze that came from nowhere.
After floating out of the window, the tiny ashes continued to move forward with the breeze, flying past the gorgeous garden villas, the dilapidated paper houses of the poor, and the sea of people who couldn't stop dancing.
Finally, only the last tiny ashes were left, slowly falling into the hands of a girl with long blue-green hair, blown by the gentle breeze.
As if feeling the emotions carried on it, the girl's incredibly beautiful face slowly showed sadness and relief.
The next moment, she held the last embers in her chest and sang loudly.
