Bohemia held her breath and sat still on the chair, not daring to move.
The footsteps were slow and light. She had to wait for two to three seconds after each step before she could hear the second step on the floor. In the building that was empty after work, the footsteps that were so soft that they were almost inaudible were amplified by the long corridor. They echoed between the empty walls, wave after wave.
It seemed that the footsteps stopped after climbing the last step.
If she stood at the top of the stairs, she would see a straight corridor and office doors along the corridor.
She looked back out of the window. In this season, the sun was setting fast. The sky that was glowing with blue-purple and orange-red just a moment ago had gradually darkened and was covered with a layer of hazy color. The lamp on the table cast a lonely orange light, illuminating the surface of the table.
The stack of documents that she had just pulled out was now blurred into a mosaic. No one could see Descartes, who was a non-player, but he still held his breath and stayed still like Bohemia. The human and the demon waited for a while, but no sound came from the corridor. It was as if the person had not taken a step forward after noticing the light.
Bohemia glared hard at the mosaic, and made a face towards the door with her mouth.
"You want me to watch it? No way. "Demon Cartesian refused." Don't you watch horror movies? Those who actively follow the sound to see what is going on will never come back alive. "
Who could kill a Pocket Dimension?
Even outside the game, Bohemia could only restrain it at most. It could not cause any substantial impact on its own "survival". She used her Higher Consciousness to hit it a few times like whack-a-mole. Finally, Demon Cartesian could not stand the urge and reluctantly crawled out from under the door. Ever since she entered the game, her Higher Consciousness could not be used at all. She could only use it to deal with Demon Cartesian.
"... There's no one outside." Half of its body was still in the room, and it looked like it would immediately shrink back if something happened. "Strange, what's wrong with that person... Why did he turn around and leave as soon as he came up?"
In the entire corridor, probably only the crack under her office door was still lit.
The man must have seen the light under the door and realized that there was someone inside, so he turned back without a sound. Bohemia breathed a sigh of relief, approached the window slowly, and looked out through the gap between the sheets.
She watched for several minutes until Descartes finally couldn't help but float up. "What are you looking at?"
"No one." "I've been watching the door downstairs. If someone goes out, I'll be able to see him from here. But no one went out … This means that the person is still in the building. "
What should he do now?
She didn't want to spend the night in this building with the person who was hiding in the dark. But if she wanted to go out, she would inevitably turn the corner, walk down the stairs, and walk through the darkness ahead of her … If she was attacked and failed the third stage of survival, would she really die?
"I have an idea."
She stared blankly out of the window for a while, and Descartes finally spoke.
"What?"
"As you said, I also think that the person is still in the building. It's impossible for him to escape from the other side of the window." Descartes thought for a moment and said, "That person must be coming for you or your office. That's not a problem, right?"
Bohemia nodded.
"If he thinks that you will come home tonight and doesn't know that he has been discovered, then there is no need for him to escape from the window. After all, he has to come back later. If I were him, I would also find a room and wait for you to leave. "
Descartes paused and coughed. "Of course, he may sneak into your office, or he may hit you on the back of the head when you pass by. Well, it depends on fate."
"Tell me the solution. Cut the crap."
Descartes paused unhappily for a moment, but he couldn't hold it in anymore. "My solution is very simple. Don't go downstairs … Turn off the light here and go to the secretary's room opposite."
"Huh? You want him to think that I'm gone? "
"Yes. This building is not small. He might think that he didn't hear you leave. You stay in the secretary's office and don't turn on the light. Let's see who he is. " Descartes was very excited. If he had hands, he would have rubbed them. "What do you think?"
It seemed that there was no other way.
"Just you wait," Bohemia whispered to Lin Sanjiu on the other side of the room. Then, following Descartes' instructions, she packed the documents and the items in the safe into a bag and held it in her arms. She twisted the doorknob very slowly, not daring to let the lock make even the slightest sound. Seeing that she had opened a small gap in the doorknob, Bohemia peeked out a little and quickly scanned the corridor.
Under the dim light, half of the corridor could be seen at a glance. Only the staircase was immersed in darkness. Only the handrail gave her a dim light. She recalled that the maintenance list given by the man in overalls included the light at the staircase.
"No one." Descartes drifted out. "The secretary might have locked the door. Let me go in and open it for you."
He was very interested in the game, especially when he could participate in the whole game. If he lost the game, he couldn't pay the price. Where else could he find such a good deal?
To Descartes, the space seemed to be a part of him, or it was a part of the space. He blurred the gap in the door into a mass of chaos, melting it into the space behind the door. Bohemia turned off the lamp and closed the door slowly. Then, she tiptoed to the secretary's office. She twisted the door, and the door opened.
In the darkness, the smell of the office smelled like the beef secretary.
She closed the door quietly and sat cross-legged behind the door. In this way, if someone came from the corridor, Bohemia would not miss it. Knowing that it would take a while for the person to come up, Bohemia put the documents on the floor and asked Descartes in a low voice, "… You also found the circle?"
Most of the documents, photos, notepads, and calendars on the floor sank into the darkness under the dim light from the crack of the door. The rest of the documents looked even whiter under the light from the corridor.
"To be precise, it's a little different from a circle." Descartes tried to float up to the door to have a look at the documents, but Bohemia waved him away. The light was so dim that she could barely see anything. Who would want to add a layer of mosaic?
"Although the overall shape is a circle, but … they are all connected by arcs with arrows pointing in the same direction. Between the arcs, there is a big black dot. It's strange. "
"Hmm, it's the same as the one I found." Bohemia told Descartes about the scene she saw in the prison cell. "… What do these circles represent?"
"They must be related to these prisoners. They are a bit round. I found them at the back of the prisoners' case files. "
Using the dim light, Bohemia put her face in front of the paper. Her nose was almost poking the paper. Finally, she managed to get a general idea of the content. After she sorted out the criminal's files and laid them on the ground, she browsed through the criminal's serial number again. She couldn't help but let out a soft "eh?"
"What's going on?" Descartes suddenly rushed up to her.
"I know all these serial numbers."
The game must have been simplified to a certain extent. After all, it was impossible for her to read all the materials of thousands of prisoners. However, it was the simplified materials that made Bohemia feel more and more familiar. "Look, No. 1702 is the one who seems to like eating people. He's from your hometown. No. 1718 is the one Snakeskin asked me to take care of. I found these two just now. But the remaining two … No. 1811 is the new prisoner that another gang leader asked me to take care of. I didn't expect to see him here as well. The last one, No. 1759, is the prisoner that Old Leather Shoes and Little Virgin said they wanted to talk to. "
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Descartes suddenly realized. "They said they wanted to talk to 1759 … What was it for? It seems they want to investigate the communication inside and outside the prison … Something like this? "
Internal and external communication … Internal and external communication …
Bohemia frowned and carefully looked at the time of their imprisonment. She found that they were all quite close to each other.
"Not only are they close to each other," Descartes said proudly. "I've read carefully. Their reasons for appeal also have common characteristics. Some of the criminal evidence presented by the prosecutor in the preliminary trial is more controversial, defensible, or indirect. After all, if the evidence is irrefutable, they won't have the chance to appeal. "
Bohemia stared at it blankly.
In her experience, once a person was suspected, it was tantamount to sentencing that person's fate. If they could be killed, they should be killed as soon as possible. The decision of a person's life and death was not based on force but on evidence. That was simply too much.
In many ways, although Descartes was a pocket dimension, he was closer to an ordinary person than she was.
After explaining for a long time, he found that Bohemia was still confused. Descartes was discouraged. He gestured to the other envelopes taken out from the safe and said, "Take a look at these first. Do you see those bank statements?"
Quietly, Bohemia opened the first one. Even if she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. She knew how important "money" was in the human society that the game was set in. She stared at it for a while and raised her head in a daze. She asked in a low voice, "So, so much money? Wait, this number … should be considered very big, right? "
"A middle-level employee could barely get this number after working for ten years. But this is only a quarter of the total amount. Look, the four bank statements are issued by different banks, and the remittance for each account is the same. Don't ask me about the bank or what the remittance is! "
"… Sandy?
Is Winters so rich? "
Descartes snorted.
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