Chapter 1067

Bohemia held her breath and sat on the chair, not daring to move.

The footsteps are slow and light. You have to wait for twoorthree seconds after a step before you can hear the second step fall on the floor. In the deserted building after work, the originally subtle and almost inaudible footsteps were amplified a little by the long corridor, echoing between the empty walls, one after another.

It seems that after climbing the last step, the footsteps stopped.

If you stand at the entrance of the stairs and look around, you can see a straight corridor and office doors on the corridor.

She looked back out of the window. In this season, the sunset sinks quickly; Just now, the sky was still blue, purple and orange red. I don't know when it has gradually become weak, and it darkened like a layer of mist. The desk lamp on the table alone threw an orange light, which made the table glittering and translucent.

The stack of documents just pulled out has blurred into a mosaic at this time. Obviously, no one can see the Descartes spirit as a non player, but it still held its breath like Bohemia. After waiting for a while, there was no sound in the corridor, as if the man had never taken a step forward after he found the light.

Bohemia glared at the mosaic and nuzzled his mouth at the door.

"You want me to see it? There's no way." Descartes refused, "don't you watch horror movies? Take the initiative to follow the voice to see what happened to the role, and basically no one can come back alive."

Who can kill a copy!

Even outside the game, Bohemia can only bind it at most, which can have no substantive impact on its own "survival". She banged it with consciousness like a hamster, and Descartes finally couldn't bear the urge, or reluctantly got out of the crack in the door. Since entering the game, consciousness has no use at all, and can only be used against Descartes.

"... there is no one outside." Half of its body was still in the house, and it looked like it was about to shrink back immediately when something happened. "Strange, what happened to that man... Just came up and turned around and left?"

In the whole corridor, probably only her office door is still lit at the moment.

The man must have seen the light under the crack of the door, realized that there was someone inside, and turned back silently - Bohemia breathed, slowly approached the window, and looked out through the gap between the windows.

She watched for several minutes, until the Descartes finally couldn't help but float up: "what are you looking at?"

"No one." Bohemia whispered, "I've been staring at the direction of the downstairs gate. If someone goes out, I can see it from here. But no one goes out all the time... That means that person is still in the building."

What now?

She didn't want to spend a night in this building with the person who was hiding in the dark. But if she wants to go out, she will inevitably pass the corner, walk down the stairs, and walk in front of the dark place beyond her eyes... If she is attacked, the survival target of the third stage fails, will she really die?

"I have a way."

She stared out of the window for a moment, and Descartes spoke.

"What?"

"As you said, I also feel that the man is still in the building. It can't be that he ran through the window from the other side." Descartes thought carefully and said, "that person must have come for you or your office. Is that ok?"

Bohemia nodded.

"If he thinks you will go home tonight and doesn't know that he has been found, then there's no need to turn over the window and leave - after all, he has to come back later. If I were him, I'd find a room to guard first... Wait until you leave."

When Descartes said this, he coughed falsely again: "of course, he may sneak into your office, or he may shine a stick on the back of your head when you pass by. Well, look at fate."

"Say something quickly and don't talk nonsense."

Descartes paused unhappily, and finally did not hold back. "My solution is very simple. Don't go downstairs... Turn off the light here and go to the Secretary's room opposite."

"Eh? You want him to think I'm gone?"

"Yes, this building is not small. He may think he didn't hear you leave. Just stay in the Secretary's office, don't turn on the light, and see who he is." Descartes was very excited; If it had hands, it would have rubbed up - "how about it?"

It seems that there is no other way at present.

Bohemia secretly said "wait for you" to Lin Sangjiu on the other side, and then packed the documents and the things in the safe just now in a bag and held them in his arms according to Descartes' instructions. Turning the door handle, she did it very slowly and dared not make a sound from the door lock cylinder; Seeing that the door was gradually opened by itself, Bohemia looked out a little and swept around the corridor quickly.

Under the dim and dim light, half the corridor can be retracted into the fundus at a glance. Only the entrance of the stairs was immersed in the heavy darkness, and only the handrail faintly reflected a little light; She remembered that the maintenance list given to her by the tooling man included the lights at the stairway entrance.

"No one." Descartes floated out first. "The Secretary may have locked the door. I'll open it for you first."

It really cares about playing games - especially if it can participate in the whole process, and once it loses, it can't pay the price by itself - where can it find such a good thing?

For Descartes, space seems to be a part of it, or it is a part of space; It blurred the crack of the door into a mess, like melting into the space behind the door. Bohemia turned off the lamp, closed the door slowly, crept to the Secretary's office, stretched out his hand, and the door opened as expected.

In the dark, the smell of this office also smells like a beef secretary.

Close the door quietly and sit behind the door. In this way, Bohemia will never miss out if someone comes from the corridor; Thinking that the man would not come up for a while, she simply put the document on the ground by the faint light leaking in the corridor, and asked Descartes angrily: "... Did you also find the circle?"

Most of the documents, photos, notepad and calendar paper on the ground fell into the darkness under the dim light in the crack of the door. The remaining half looked even whiter under the corridor lights.

"To be exact, it is a little different from the circle." Descartes floated up several times and looked at the document, but Bohemia waved it away - the light was so dark that it was almost impossible to see clearly. Who needs to add a layer of mosaic?

"Although the big shape is round, it... Is all connected by arcs with the same direction arrow. Between the arcs, there are big black dots, which is very strange."

"Well, it's the same as the one I found." Bohemia said again about the scene he saw in his cell, "... What do these circles represent?"

"It must have something to do with these prisoners. I found some circles behind the criminal case materials at the beginning."

Bohemia leaned her face in front of the paper with a faint light, and her nose was almost poking on the paper. Finally, she reluctantly read the content. After spreading the prisoner's file materials on the ground by categories, she browsed the prisoner's number again, and couldn't help gently "eh?" Let out a sound.

"What's going on?" Descartes rushed up suddenly.

"I know all these numbers."

The game must have been simplified to a certain extent - after all, it is impossible for her to really read the materials of thousands of criminals. But it is this simplified material, Let Bohemia look more familiar: "you see, No. 1702 is the one who seems to like eating people, your fellow countryman. 1718 is the snake skin that I took care of, and I just found these two. But the remaining two... No. 1811 is another new prisoner that the gang boss asked me to help take care of, and I didn't expect it to also appear here; the last one, No. 1759, is the prisoner who used leather shoes and little virgin said to go to him for an interview at the beginning."

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Descartes Jing suddenly realized, "they said they were looking for 1759 interview... Why? It seems that they want to investigate the communication links inside and outside the prison... Similar to this?"

Internal and external contact... Internal and external contact

Bohemia frowned, carefully looked at their prison time, and found that they were also very close.

"Not only is the time close," Descartes Jing was very proud. "I've seen it carefully, and their reasons for appeal also have common characteristics. In the criminal evidence put forward by the inspectors in the first trial, there are some controversial, defensible, or indirect... After all, if there is a mountain of hard evidence, it's impossible for them to appeal."

Bohemia looked at it blankly.

In her experience, once you doubt someone, you will be sentenced to death if you can; Deciding a person's life and death doesn't depend on force, but on evidence. This is simply a big wave and hits my head.

In many ways, although Descartes is a copy, she is closer to an ordinary person than she is.

After explaining for a long time, I found that Bohemia was still ignorant, and Descartes' spirit also vented. It motioned for other envelopes taken out of the safe and said, "look at these first... See those bank statements?"

Bohemia opened the first one gently. She has never eaten pork, and she has also seen pigs running; She knows how important "money" is in the human society used in the game background - she looked at it for a moment, looked up stupidly, and asked in a low voice, "this, so much money? Wait, this number... Should be a big one?"

"A middle-level company employee can barely get this figure after working for ten years. But this is only a quarter of the total amount. You see, the four statements are sent by different banks, and the inward remittance of each account is the same - don't ask me what the bank or remittance is!"

"... sandy winters is so rich?"

Descartes snorted.

"I don't know. Because these four accounts belong to different names, none of them is hers."