At half past three in the morning, Tang Yibu sat up in the dark.

His movements are extremely light, and the soft mattress hardly vibrates. The ceiling lights inside the mall were not turned off, and the outside lights came in a little bit. Tang Yibu turned his head and looked at the young man sleeping beside the pillow.

His partner was breathing evenly and his heartbeat was slow. He frowned slightly, his forehead was covered in fine cold sweat, and he didn't seem to be sleeping well, but various physiological signs proved that the other party was undoubtedly in a deep sleep state.

Tang Yibu stretched out his finger, poked the other's slightly frowning brow, and finally touched his own lips.

The kiss at the dinner gave him another chance to read the other party's body data. The S-type initial machine has been completely fused with human cells, but I can't accurately estimate the capabilities of the fused initial machine.

This sample is extremely interesting, both in terms of practicality and observational value.

Tang Yibu bundled up his long hair with satisfaction, carefully wiped the sweat from the opponent's forehead with his palm, and pulled the quilt that was about to be kicked up.

After taking care of everything, Tang Yibu jumped on the thick carpeted floor barefoot and quickly put on his clothes. The black uniform-style top was light and fitted, and the trousers were carefully tucked into his boots.

The iron beads dozing off on the sofa were scrubbed and polished and were rolling in comfort. Tang Yibu thought for a moment, scooped it into his arms, and quietly slipped out the door.

"Gah." Iron Bead murmured drowsily, it rolled twice impatiently, and fell asleep again.

Tang Yibu took out the water bottle pocket he had prepared long ago from his pocket, pocketed the iron beads and hung them on his waist. Then his eyes were aimed at the surveillance cameras that were turning around in the corridor, and he carefully stepped forward in the surveillance blind spot.

Marble floor tiles in the mall are polished to a lustrous finish, reflecting specially dimmed lights. Although it was early morning, there were still many people in the hall. People hurriedly shuttled through the hall. Many people in fat uniforms were bending over to wipe the columns and floors on the first floor. The rest were sitting at the tables, staring at the light screen in front of them. Almost no one talked, Tang Yibu only heard a vague cough.

He circled around, selected a corridor window leading to the outside world, and opened it carefully.

It was pitch-black darkness outside.

Tang Yibu casually broke off the piece of debris and threw it down, without hearing the slightest echo. The mall is similar in structure to the prison where the Stonewalkers held them, surrounded by natural guard cliffs.

However, Tang Yibu did not hesitate.

He flipped out of the window, inserted his fingers into the hard wall with ease, and moved like a gecko. The windows on the second floor and above were all sealed from the inside. After confirming that they could not be opened silently, Tang Yibu climbed back to the first floor.

On the first floor, even in the space where the window was originally placed, people were crammed to sleep, and the clothes and sheets were full of stains.

Tang Yibu carefully avoided the sleeping people, picked a storage room and squeezed into the window. Fumbling around in the dark, he grabbed a fat uniform and put it loosely around him. He then put the iron beads that were still asleep into the bucket, lowered the ugly uniform cap, pushed the cleaning cart out of the storage room, and walked past the surveillance cameras justifiably.

Nobody noticed him. Rather, people don't notice anything other than work. Their eyes were blue, their steps were vain, and they manipulated the light screen extremely inefficiently, but no one went to sleep. In a remote corner, the head of the middle-aged man who was cleaning the wall finally couldn't resist sleepiness and fell to the ground.

The bucket containing the dirty water was knocked over, and the foamy sewage was spilled on the ground.

No one moved, everyone continued to work numbly like a clocked machine. The sewage wetted the middle-aged man's trousers. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and leaned against the wall to barely stand up.

Tang Yibu pushed the cleaning car closer, picked up the mop in the cleaning car, and began to help clean up the sewage.

"It's time for you to go to sleep." Tang Yibu suggested in a flat tone.

The man in front of him had bloodshot eyes, his face was pale, and his gestures were shockingly slow. This advice is not out of concern and is closer to a rational narrative.

"Oh, oh." The middle-aged man muttered vaguely in his throat, and it seemed that it took him several seconds to realize that someone was talking to him. "Hey, no, my contribution is almost there."

Then he stabbed the neck hard, as if the top of the neck was not a head, but a heavy shot put "I'm no better than you young people, I can rely on a little physical strength for contributions. But I have been working hard and working hard. Fan Lao will watch. Here you go, look how clean this tile is."

The middle-aged man's voice was intermittent like a dream, a little breathless.

It's quite clean, Tang Yibu thought. Now that human civilization is almost destroyed, among the barren ruins, someone risked his life to clean an irrelevant tile, and this happened right before his eyes.

"Why?" he asked simply, twisting the mop full of sewage, and the dirty water tumbled back into the sewage bucket.

Seeing that Tang Yibu was helping to clean up, the middle-aged man wiped his face and leaned back against the wall, looking like he was going to fall asleep in the next second, "Working hard is always a good contribution, and you can level up. Fireflies have a good day"

"Fireflies are hallucinogens. And I think there are more meaningful things to do than cleaning tiles. The resources here are being wasted excessively, which is unreasonable." Tang Yibu pressed the brim of his hat, making sure that he was back to the monitor.

There was a trace of anger on the man's numb face, "Nonsense, you are a spy sent by another ship, my wife has risen to the top floor, and I even had a video call with her yesterday. The Bliss is a good place, and there is always a reward for hard work. , there will definitely be a return, a thousand dollars is hard to buy, I am willing"

"You didn't deny the LSD part."

"In order to live a better life, everyone must eat some bitter fireflies without killing anyone, just to make people relax better. Even if it hurts, I don't expect to live to eighty or ninety. Fan is always for our good, one day People who come down must have hope, not to mention that everyone is so pure in making rumors, it’s not good to see people.”

"I understand." Tang Yibu mopped up the last bit of sewage and wiped his hands on the towel. "But I still suggest you get some sleep."

The middle-aged man snorted, rolled his eyes at him, ignored him, just kept his head down and continued to work.

Tang Yibu didn't say much, he pushed up the cleaning cart, walked around the hall slowly, and continued to observe the surroundings. As a result, he had just stepped out for about ten steps, when the crooked sound of the bucket sounded again.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground again, this time his eyes were wide open and his expression was a little dazed. He fell slowly, face down in the sewage, the wall that had just been wiped being spattered by the overturned sewage. His body twitched slightly for a few seconds, and then he quickly stopped breathing.

Still no one moved in the hall. Tang Yibu looked back and didn't mean to return.

The mall has six floors "on the ground", and the road to the underground is blocked, which is not suitable for immediate exploration. The hall on the first floor is basically filled with people like this. They have little observational value, and they are not as interesting as their new partner. When they checked in on the second floor, Tang Yibu paid special attention to it, and there were basically all accommodation areas.

Even if someone is awake at this time, 80% are busy mating. Tang Yibu parked the cleaning car in front of the elevator, just about to press "3"

The elevator door opened, and two machines carrying stretchers floated out of the elevator, heading straight for the middle-aged man. They stretched out their robotic arms, carried the man's body onto the stretcher, and then quickly floated back in the direction of the elevator, looking like they were in a hurry.

From this angle, the fifth floor with good partitions could not be seen. Tang Yibu quickly glanced at the robber team patrolling on the fourth floor. He didn't want to startle anyone, but now the opportunity is really good.

There is nothing more characteristic of a system than "how to treat the dead".

He hid in the shadows, peeled off his fat coat, and threw the sleeping iron beads into the elevator, and then he followed.

Medical machinery is a common style in the human era, and the size is close to half an oil barrel. Tang Yibu has seen several scrapped in the ruins of the hospital. The two are now clean, with metal patches and signs of old wear still clearly visible. They ignored Tang Yibu who squeezed in, and directly pressed the "5" with the forbidden symbol.

Tie Zhuzi finally woke up this time. It was obviously very dissatisfied with the small space at the moment, and began to smash wildly. It swoops out as the elevator doors slide open silently.

Two medical machines lifted the corpse and followed slowly. Tang Yibu followed closely behind them and got out of the elevator together.

It's a pity he didn't see anything that could be used as an intelligence reference.

The distribution of rooms here is close to the residential area, except that the glass walls are painted with opaque white paint, and the doors are all tightly closed. The interior decoration is the same, but there is a thin layer of ash on the relief, obviously it has not been taken care of for a long time. The walls are covered with replicas of famous paintings, and the dining table is filled with electronic paper for reading, which is unnaturally arranged.

Warm lights are lit in the hallway. Compared with the downstairs, the air here is more humid, and the elegant living plant decoration can be seen everywhere. At first glance, it is very close to a leisurely artificial garden. Two medical machines carried people around the dense indoor shrubs and gradually disappeared at the corner of a passage.

And there was a gun on the back of his head.

Tang Yibu raised his hands without any intention of resisting.

"I haven't seen you." The hoarse voice said, "You are not allowed to come up here casually. Didn't you see the warning in the elevator?"

"I'm new here." Tang Yibu turned around obediently, and winked innocently at the muzzle pointed at his nose. "My iron bead ran up, sir. It chased the medical machine into the elevator. The gentleman on the stretcher didn't look very well. I didn't dare to stop for fear of delaying the business."

The soldiers on the opposite side had dark blue eyes, but they looked more sober than the group of people on the first floor, and their eyes flashed with abnormal enthusiasm.

The "Iron Bead" soldier's voice was a little suspicious.

"Definitely didn't run far, I promise. It's a tiny mechanical being, and it's always been very naughty."

Seeing that the environment was unfamiliar, Tie Zhuzi did not dare to run far. At this moment, it just rolled over and started hitting Tang Yibu's ankle.

"Attention all units, someone has entered the fifth floor." The soldier glanced at the iron beads that were screaming, and he didn't seem to buy it at all. "Don't move in your room, I'll check the surveillance. If you have half a word, it's a lie."

"Don't dare. I live on the second floor, the fifth room from the east. I forgot the door and the house number." Tang Yibu showed a look of fear.

The soldier snorted hastily, held a gun in one hand, turned on the mechanical device on his wrist with the other, and began to search for monitoring records with one hand.

"Ouch!" Tang Yibu suddenly exclaimed. He seemed to be tripped by the impact of the iron bead and rushed towards the soldier in front of him. The soldier stepped back in time, but his wrist was brushed.

Without hesitation, he shot Tang Yibu's thigh twice, and bright red blood gushed out quickly.

"Be honest," the soldier growled.

Tang Yibu sat on the ground, his golden eyes moistened slightly, groaning in pain. Tie Zhuzi immediately hid behind Tang Yibu, too frightened to move.

Seeing that the other party was just covering the wound, his face was dazed and fearful. The soldier narrowed his eyes and continued to check the monitoring records on the light screen.

On the light screen, the room on the second floor was arched open by iron beads, and then the beautiful boy in front of him chased out and disappeared into the stairwell. There are also clips of the two chasing in the stairwell. The soldier snorted, and finally called out the image of the hall. Iron beads rushed out of a shadow in the hall and squeezed into the elevator together with the medical machine.

There seems to be no problem with the other party's confession. However, a faint blue light flashed on his wrist just now, which had never happened before.

Maybe it's a hallucination caused by not taking a break for too long.

The young man in front of him was empty-handed and looked harmless. The soldier shook his head and cleared his throat, "It's very important to take care of your pets and the people here. It's not the units you can afford to offend. Please let the medical machine send some emergency hemostatic drugs when the crisis is over."

After simply stopping the bleeding, Tang Yibu was held by the soldiers and threw it back to the door of the room. The iron beads rolled by his side honestly, his mouth tightly closed.

After the soldiers left, Tang Yibu squatted at the door for a while before carefully opening the door.

"Do you mind explaining it?" His partner was sitting at the head of the bed, the linen nightgown was tied hastily, revealing a smooth collarbone. The other party's expression was not very good, those dark eyes poked straight at him, and Tang Yibu couldn't help standing up straight.

Ruan Xian was full of nameless fire.

For some reason, he suddenly felt cold in his sleep. Out of instinct, Ruan Xian squeezed in the direction of Tang Yibu, wanting to use this to warm himself up, but he didn't touch Tang Yibu for a long time, instead he went all the way to the bedside and rolled to the ground.

Tang Yibu's bed was still a little warm, and his clothes and iron beads were gone, obviously he had been gone for a while.

Ruan Xian's mind went blank for a moment. He was stunned for two seconds before he remembered to touch the earrings on his earlobes. The hard metal made him feel a moment of loss, followed by vigilance, mixed with an inexplicable peace of mind.

He took a breath, let go of his perception, and began to listen to the voices in the mall. As a result, before Ruan Xian officially started to look for it, he heard the pained clanging sound coming from the door, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was hard to ignore.

"You can hurt yourself here." Seeing Tang Yibu holding the iron beads and moving to the sofa, Ruan Xian continued to ask, emphasizing the pronunciation of "here".

"It looks bad." Tang Yibu took off his blood-stained trousers and picked out the two bullets with the bullets embedded in the flesh, leaving two shallow blood pits. "We have to stay for three more days, and it is not suitable to take a serious shot now."

Ruan Xian clasped his arms and said nothing.

"You can't perceive the structure of the building, so I simply probed." Tang Yibu wrapped the wound with gauze, deliberately letting the blood soak into the bandage. "This time point is the least active and relatively safe."

"Well, it's safer." His eyes swept over the blood-stained bandage, and Ruan Xian did not hide the irony in his voice. "Have you found anything, Detective?"

"Of course, I had a good time."

Tang Yibu raised the corner of his mouth.

"Your tactile practice has passed, and it's time to start the next step of training, such as determining how many living holes are left on the fifth floor."