"Teacher?" Han Dong, who had finished answering the question, still looked exhausted and uncomfortable.
"That's right … Teacher is the greatest individual here.
It's all thanks to Teacher that I can have my current achievements. You'll naturally know when you see him. With the choice you've made, you're quite suitable for living here. You must be very suitable for Teacher's recruitment criteria.
Not just anyone can take the first route. Even the people here can't enter it at will. "
Han Dong pretended to be obedient and continued to ask, "I don't know how to greet this' teacher 'on your behalf? After all, I don't even know what your name is. "
However, a [?] appeared on the monitor screen. The mark tilted its head slightly and stared at Han Dong.
"Hmm? Didn't we already introduce ourselves when we met? "
Han Dong immediately reacted. "You're [The Deepest-House]."
"That's right."
Suddenly.
Not only did the magnetic particles that formed the ground begin to flow.
Layers of thick black magnetic waves also surged in this black room with no ceiling.
The transparent containment rooms were plated with black film again and returned to their original appearance … It was obvious that everything here was under the control of this person.
"So strong! This guy's strength is at least at the level of [Old Middle King].
What kind of existence is this person who can be called a teacher by this guy and whose words are full of reverence? However, things are getting interesting.
If I can come into direct contact with this existence, I might be able to figure out the true situation of B.B.C. "
"Mr. Deepest-House, I wonder where my two friends went?"
The deepest-house, which seemed to be easy to talk to, showed an [X] on the monitor.
"I can't tell you this … For the convenience of management, each visitor's route will be separated and kept secret.
Don't worry, if your friends can recognize the situation, abandon their stubborn ideas of the past, and accept a new system, you will inevitably meet in the end.
Of course, if they're unwilling to accept it, then it's hard to say.
Let me remind you again, there are very few individuals who can qualify for the first route. You can cherish such an opportunity. "
The wall at the front was modularized to form a passage to leave the deep house. At the same time, the number [1] was highlighted at the top.
After Han Dong left, Ye Zichen left.
The mimicry that Mr. Fukaya used in his "question-and-answer mode" was instantly broken down into magnetic particles. Everything returned to normal as he waited for the next guest.
…
Weng!
When he stepped into the entrance that symbolized "Route No. 1".
Immediately, a short-distance teleportation occurred … Han Dong stepped out from the surface of a black wall.
In front of him was not a prison filled with holding cells.
It wasn't a particularly special connection either.
Instead, it was a very spacious flat office.
Unlike the bustling working environment in the shallow layer, there was not a single worker here.
The pitch-black walls, coupled with the crimson light that sometimes seeped in and sometimes dissipated, made the entire floor look extremely strange.
Ding dong!
A tremor came from his wrist. At the same time, red and blue lights flashed alternately.
[You are currently in the [Advanced Technology Development Department].
Warning! This area contains important confidential documents of B.B.C., and it is also an uncontrolled erosion area. Please leave as soon as possible.]
Han Dong didn't care about the bracelet's warning at all because the current situation was not something he could change at all.
"Hmm? The bracelet's function is restored … It seems that we should be in the [Deep House]'s body just now. With its magnetic characteristics, the bracelet was completely blocked.
I didn't expect that the other party would force us to separate. I believe that Brother Headless can deal with this emergency. When I thoroughly understand the deeper layer, I will find a way to meet him. "
Han Dong also touched his slightly bulging lower abdomen at the same time (slightly higher than usual by 3 cm).
A special embryo was slowly being nurtured in his body.
…
Han Dong took a simple tour of the current technology development department.
The overall structure was two-story, square structure.
The first floor had various experimental areas, material storage rooms, and the door to the next area (locked and required verification of the technical minister's work card to open).
The second floor was the regular office area. All kinds of information obtained by the technical department would be handed over here for analysis, sorting, and classification.
Han Dong pondered.
"It seems that I have to thoroughly explore the current area and find the identification card before I can go to the next area.
These guys are quite considerate.
Setting up this kind of scene similar to a decryption game, in the process of searching for the minister's work card, I will inevitably come into contact with some core files, which can help me quickly understand the internal situation of B.B.C.
I believe Mr. Charles can understand that I have no choice but to look at the core information here. "
Han Dong first searched the office area on the second floor.
Every document on the desk and in the drawer would be quickly scanned once. Once the important content was captured, he would review it carefully.
Most of the documents were internal matters of the technical department, such as the schedule, personnel interface, time arrangement, and so on.
Under the circumstances where there was not much to gain.
Han Dong opened the door of the minister's office.
Unfortunately.
The interior of the office had been cleaned up in advance. It seemed that the minister had realized that a situation out of control was about to happen and quickly emptied the office.
There were no documents, nor could he find the work card that could be swiped.
However …
There were still fine remnants of paper in the shredder on the side of the desk.
In theory, this level of shredded paper could not be recovered.
But …
Han Dong grabbed the wastebasket and poured all the paper scraps into his mouth.
"Doctor, help me restore these shredded documents as soon as possible."
"No problem."
Just as Han Dong touched the shredder, the red light flowing in the office intensified.
About ten minutes passed.
The doctor displayed the restored document directly in his brain.
The relevant content made Han Dong widen his eyes and look troubled.
"Control and Management of Runaway Worlds and Plane Integration."
The technical research department here was mainly responsible for integrating worlds that were seriously affected by the runaways and could not operate normally.
Although the Black Tower excluded these worlds from the normal operating circle and cut off the connection with their worlds, it did not purge or destroy them.
Instead, it was handed over to the General Control Department.
A channel connected to the world was re-established inside the General Control Department.
Then, they were all preserved through a special integration method.
Every once in a while, B.B.C. employees would go to these worlds to investigate, sample, and even intervene on a large scale to make full use of their remaining value.
In addition, the document also mentioned the establishment of the "Special Committee", which attempted to use the power of some of the original runaways to control, influence, and even erode these runaways.
Let the runaways of different origins collide with each other, forming a phenomenon of 'mutual loss of control', and even actively breeding hybrids.
"I originally thought that the main purpose of B.B.C.'s existence was to suppress and contain the runaways, as well as reasonable research and application … Now, it seems that it doesn't make sense at all.
"Although playing like this can greatly increase the efficiency of research and obtain more results, it can't guarantee stability at all."
Just as Han Dong was reviewing the confidential document in his mind, a voice suddenly rang out.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The red light in the office became stronger and stronger,
Granular dark red dots floated between the walls like waves,
When the red light spread behind Han Dong, it actually reflected an individual that did not exist before.
A middle-aged man in a white shirt and black trousers was hanging from the top of the desk in a hanging state.
Granular blood kept flowing out of his eyes as he stared at Han Dong, who was reading the document with his eyes closed.
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