This should be the second most unforgettable night in Bai Qing's life, second only to the nightmare she had not long ago.
When there was only a buzzing noise left in her earpiece, the panic in Bai Qing's heart reached its peak. Although she repeatedly told herself to calm down, bad thoughts kept popping up in her mind.
What happened in Workshop No. 3?
Was Heng in some kind of danger?
Was he discovered? Was he caught by those things? Would they kill him?
Bai Qing wanted to rush into the glass factory immediately, but her rationality told her that it was best to follow Zhang Heng's instructions and stay in the car.
Even Bai Qing herself did not know how she managed to survive the six minutes.
Every second was torturous for her. It was not until the buzzing sound in her ears disappeared, and the connection between the two was reconnected. The familiar voice came from the other end, and Bai Qing felt relieved.
"I'm out," Zhang Heng said. "There was no signal down there just now."
"That's good. Did you find anything there?" Bai Qing asked curiously after calming down.
"I roughly figured out how those things replaced the people around them and mixed into human society, including their reproduction and parasitic methods," Zhang Heng paused. "And I think there's a chance that those missing people might still be alive."
"Huh?" Bai Qing was overjoyed when she heard this. "Are you saying that my mother is probably still alive?"
"Yes," Zhang Heng said. "They can't directly inherit the target's memory. From this point of view, a living target, or at least a living target, is more useful to them. They can obtain more information from the target, including the target's interpersonal relationships, living habits, and so on. But your mother's situation is more special. The thing that pretended to be your mother chose to kill itself in order to send your father to prison. It no longer needs to pretend to be your mother. So I don't know how they will solve your mother's problem in the future, but I can't rule out the possibility that they will keep your mother as a research subject."
"Do you know where my mother is now?" Bai Qing asked.
"I'm going to look for her," Zhang Heng said. "If someone is imprisoned, there should be some clues."
…
Having said that, Zhang Heng still waited in Warehouse No. 3 for about fifty minutes, waiting for the Dragon Li captured by the vines on the door to turn back into Lego bricks.
Similar to what Zhang Heng observed earlier, the vines had no interest in plastic or metal, and they quickly loosened their entanglement.
Zhang Heng put the blocks that fell on the ground back into his schoolbag, looked at the underground door again, and returned to workshop No. 3 with his backpack.
It felt good to see the light of day again, especially now that he was free from the drowsy smell. Since the camera outside the gate had been reset, he did not choose the previous route to leave. Instead, he climbed through the window. It was difficult to get in from the outside, but it could be easily opened from the inside. After that, he could use a thin rope to lock the window.
Half an hour later, Zhang Heng returned to the car.
Bai Qing had been waiting anxiously. Zhang Heng opened the door, sat in the driver's seat, drank a few mouthfuls of water, and said, "I have good news and bad news."
Without waiting for Bai Qing to ask, he continued, "The good news is that I did find evidence of someone being imprisoned in a room on the first floor, but the bad news is that there is no one there now. I think my previous investigation alerted them. Those things were afraid that I would find out what happened under Warehouse No. 3, so they changed the place to imprison the people they replaced."
"Where are they now?" Bai Qing asked. Her mother's whereabouts had always been her biggest concern.
"I don't know yet," Zhang Heng said. "They moved very carefully and quickly this time. Some of them didn't even pack their things. But don't worry, I will find them. But before that, we have to deal with the thing underground first. Otherwise, more people will go missing. And even if we find them, there's no guarantee that they won't be replaced again."
Bai Qing had also received photos and videos from Zhang Heng earlier.
Because of the fine ashes floating in the air, the photos and videos looked a little blurry, but it did not affect Bai Qing's view of the thing underground. She also saw the terrifying cicada pupae on the branches.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Bai Qing wouldn't have believed that such a strange creature existed in this world. It obviously looked like a plant, but it seemed to have some animal characteristics, especially the beating heart in the middle. The thumping sound it made sent chills down one's spine.
"Now that we have the evidence, how about we hand it over to the police and let them deal with the thing underground?"
"I'm afraid that's not realistic," Zhang Heng said. "What should we say to the police? Should we say that there is a monster under the glass factory and ask them to send the police immediately?"
"Aren't videos and photos enough?"
"A few blurry photos can't prove anything," Zhang Heng shook his head. "No one will believe us, and we don't know if those things exist in the police system. It's too risky for us to hand in the photos and expose ourselves. Besides, they might have already gotten the news and made preparations in advance. When the police arrive at workshop No. 3 and find nothing, how are you going to answer them about the fire at the cardboard factory?"
Bai Qing looked a little discouraged. "What should we do then? You said that ordinary physical attacks don't work on it. We can't really steal an intercontinental missile, can we?"
"There should be other ways," Zhang Heng said. Zhang Heng said, "With the defense and survivability of that thing underground, why were they so nervous about the three children? They even killed them. You have to know that even adults like your father and the college student were completely manipulated by them. Even if we tell others what we saw now, no one will believe us, let alone three children."
"Do you think they have something that can deal with the underground creature?"
"Yes, but it's very late tonight. Let's get some rest first," Zhang Heng said. Zhang Heng asked. After that, he drove Bai Qing back to the hotel, but he did not go home immediately. Instead, he took out his phone.
In addition to the pictures taken underground, there were two new photos on Zhang Heng's mobile phone.
It was a primary school student's essay written by Lin Sisi.
She was the girl among the three drowned children. Zhang Heng had visited her school before and learned about the existence of this weekly diary from her class teacher. However, it was only now that Zhang Heng saw the full version. Apparently, those things in the glass factory were also studying this essay. The latest chapter of "My Day Has 48 Hours" is here.
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