Blue and White Society Chapter 112

  Chapter 112 D-class personnel

  Each floor has a protective cabin for researchers, and Karl led Mo Poor to the other end of the corridor.

  Here is like a huge well. On the inner wall of the well, there are corridors on each floor spiraling downwards. You can see the first floor and the fifth floor when you lie on the railing.

  In the research institute, only the main stairway can go up and down, extending from the surface to the negative tenth floor.

  Besides the main stairway, there are only elevators from minus one to minus five, and elevators from minus five to minus ten, and the two elevators are not connected.

   Among them, minus one to minus five, and the spiral downward walking passage in front of you.

  Mo Poor could see that the combatants on floors above minus five, in order to save time, browsed directly from the railings and landed on the square in the middle of minus five floors.

  Those who jumped from two or three floors didn't even take measures to slow down, just fell so hard and landed firmly.

  The white-clothed men who jumped from four or five floors jetted downwards from the hands of their combat uniforms, and the high-pressure airflow cushioned them a little, allowing them to land safely.

   "Don't think about going down. The lower the place is, the more dangerous it is. I recommend you go to the negative floor. If the hazards of the contained objects spread there, it's useless where you hide. Everyone may die," Carl said.

  Mo Poor nodded, and saw Carl come to a white door, which seemed to exist on every floor.

  I saw him open the door and lie down in a small cabin behind the door standing up. Mo Poor saw that there were many tubes fixed on Karl's body, which were used to relieve him of most known toxins or stabilize his injuries.

  Although Carl said that the protection cabin is similar to finding a random room and locking the door to hide, but there are still many benefits after all.

Nutrients, water, air and other life support measures are the basic guarantees. Even if people are locked inside for a few weeks, they will not die of suffocation, starvation and thirst. injury.

   And it has multiple super-powerful batteries, even if the entire research institute is powered off, it will not lose power.

  In general, it is still much safer than finding a random room. The reason why it is said to be an iron coffin is only relative to part of the contents.

   "The access control is here for you. It can open most of the rooms. Find a room to hide and wait for rescue." Carl handed over his ID card.

   "Leave the gun to me too!" Seeing him lying down, Mo Poor said.

   Hearing that Carl said it was so dangerous, Mo Poor still felt that it would be better to have a guy to defend himself.

  Carl thought about it, and actually handed the pistol to Mo Poor.

"Alright, if necessary, you can commit suicide to avoid turning into a monster. If you really become a monster, when the rescue team finds you, they will kill you directly, because whether you want to or not, you may kill everyone .” Carl's words were very realistic.

  Mo Poor frowned and said, "Can Taotie turn people into monsters?"

"It's not gluttony, but some other containment in this research institute may turn you into a monster. The truly frightening thing about containment failure is that out-of-control containment will often destroy the measures of some containment that would not go out of control. This in turn led to more contained items getting out of control." Carl said solemnly.

  Mo Poor took a deep breath, no wonder Karl was so nervous, if it was just gluttonous, they could take it in once, then they should take it in again.

   But the problem is not that simple. Taotie is a living creature, and this sudden loss of control will cause more and more contained objects to lose control.

  The more containments that are out of control, the more complicated the situation will be. Judging from Carl's tone, the containment failure may wipe out the entire research institute.

   "Take care, I hope we can all survive." Carl finally finished and closed the protection cabin.

  Mo Poor saw that the protective cabin was closed layer by layer, and finally took Karl all the way back to the depths of the wall, and then the white door on the surface of the wall was also tightly sealed.

  From the outside, it is impossible to see that there is a person inside this thick wall.

   "Tsk..." Mo Poor lay on the railing and looked down. All the combatants had already gone deeper through the elevator on the fifth floor.

  Of course, they also left a person on the fifth floor to guard the elevator.

   "What do I do?" So far, everything looks safe.

  But Mo Poor knew that the danger might spread soon, and he was not prepared to find a room on the top floor to hide as Carl said.

  That's too passive. If you hide, you will be in danger, which means that the matter is irreversible.

  Mo Poor believes that he is also capable of fighting. The key lies in how to use it and who to use it for, that is, knowing yourself and the enemy.

   "As a research area, there must be a lot of information about the contained objects. I just don't know if I can check the identity card he gave me."

   In a hurry, Carl gave him his identity card, which obviously means that at this moment, certain rules can no longer be pedantic.

   Otherwise, in normal times, where can I give the researcher's identity card?

  Now the passage from the underground area to the surface is blocked, creating a dilemma. Giving Karl his identity card means that he is allowed to use it.

   "Drip..."

  Mo Poor opened a room, saw that it was an empty room similar to the one he was in before, and immediately turned his head to the next one.

  Find a place similar to office space, and immediately look for information.

  Paper with text, a report-like smart tablet, and a computer.

   "It can't be opened..." Mo Poor looked at each computer, there was obviously a slot for swiping an ID card, but Mo Poor tried it, and Carl's ID card could not open these computers.

   "Is this ID card really just for access control?"

  Mo Poor looked at the ID card and found that there was a number on it: 13810.

  Looking at each computer, there are also places marked with numbers, some of which are the same, and some of which are different.

   "Well, this card can only open his own computer."

  Where is Carl's office, Mo Poor doesn't know, so he can only find the corresponding number slowly.

  But the numbers here are all messed up, or they are personnel numbers, and have nothing to do with the location of the office.

  Who said 13810 is next to 13809? Next to it is 10682.

   If you were an ordinary person, you would have to use the most stupid way to find them one by one.

   But Mo Poor didn't need it. He threw a hair casually and followed it to quickly find Karl's room.

  The logo on each computer is the same, the only difference is the number, so just change the number to 1310 in the brain supplement, and you can find it.

   "It's actually on the fourth floor." Mo Poor followed Mao all the way, and before he was idle, he opened the rooms passing by to see what paper materials were there.

  When he reached the fourth floor, he was already holding a large stack of papers in his hands.

   "I don't understand..." Mo Poor thought that what these people studied was only the characteristics of the contained objects.

  However, he was wrong. The printed materials were all obscure technical terms. After reading the whole article, it was either an academic report on some kind of mucus, or an epidemic prevention idea around a certain virus.

  There are also speculations about a new type of alloy, a demonstration of a possible anti-aging solution, or research on how to make half of the brain dormant and half excited.

  Although he couldn't read it, Mo Poor probably knew what the researchers were doing.

  It is like a propositional composition, researching technology correspondingly according to the troubles caused by the contained objects.

  Don't follow the characteristics of the containment, but curve to save people. If the containment makes people sleep one year older at a time, then research a technology that makes people not need to sleep.

there is always a solution to a problem. Cleverly use the characteristics of the contained objects to suppress the contained objects.

   It's just that these materials don't show any characteristics of the contained objects, because they are too detailed.

   It's not that there is no analysis report, but after reading the analysis report for a long time, Mo Poor didn't know which part of the containment he was studying, and whether the containment was alive or dead.

  He needs to find a general and general report, not something so professional that he doesn't know what he is talking about after reading it for a long time.

   "Who is it! Who is it!" When Mo Poor came to the fourth floor and was about to find Karl's office, he suddenly heard a voice growling in a suppressed voice.

  Mo Poor was also taken aback, and hurriedly threw a stack of papers on the ground, and aimed the pistol in the direction of the sound, even though he didn't even open the safety.

  In front of the front door, there was a young man in blue squatting there, his hands were handcuffed behind his back, and another pair of handcuffs was used to lock him to a small steel ring at the entrance.

  The two of them looked at each other silently and were very vigilant, but soon everyone knew that they were allergic.

  The young man sized Mo Poong up and said, "Are you a limiter?"

  Restrictors wear casual and loose clothes, like hospital gowns, and they can be recognized at a glance.

   And Mo Poor looked at him, but also recognized his identity: "Are you a D-class personnel?"

   On the youth's left chest, there is a serial number, D-80083.

   "Help me untie it, please!" Seeing that Mo Poor had a gun in his hand, the young man hurriedly said.

  Mo Poor shook his head, and walked straight in front of him.

   Obviously, this D-level personnel was handcuffed here by the people of the Blue and White Society. The situation was urgent, and they didn't have much time to control the D-level personnel, so they didn't take him back to the original cell, but handcuffed him by the side of the road.

  Seeing that Mo Poor ignored him, the young man became anxious and kept saying, "Please, I'm safe."

   "Everyone is Chinese, do me a favor, don't ignore me."

   "Don't go! Where are you from? Maybe we are fellow villagers!"

  The young man was talking like a cannonball, but Mo Poor just silently passed him, opened the gate, and walked into a door next to him.

   "What? You still have the access control card?" The young man burst into tears, watching Mo Poor enter the next room with envy, and the steel gate closed automatically.

   There is a room made of alloy walls for protection, compared to him being handcuffed by the side of the road, how safe is that...

   "Don't leave me, take me in! It's dangerous here! It's dangerous here!"

  (end of this chapter)

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