It's already late at night.

Foster Architects is still working overtime, and the night view of London outside the window cannot attract anyone's attention because too many projects are waiting for all architectural designers to participate. As the world's top and the best architectural design institute in the UK, Foster has always had countless orders.

"No, no, no, there should be a hanging beam structure here, otherwise the stability of the entire building will not be guaranteed..."

"In fact, the old process of reinforced concrete can be used here. After all, we still have to lay tiles outside..."

"Director, the customer's evaluation has been received. Is it for you to check?"

Not just an office, many employees are busy all the time. Every table is filled with piles of materials, and you can easily pull out a pile of design drafts, which can be noticeable when standing. If a shorter person happens to sit in a pile of manuscripts, he will easily be overwhelmed by this amazing amount of data.

"Where is the triangle ruler?"

Remus Bourne suddenly looked up and said, "Kenneth, who took my triangle ruler?"

"Triangular ruler?" Kenneth raised his head from the corner, and Wang Jianremus Bourne was drawing a structural diagram with Benny Tepran: "I don't know~"

"Damn it, nonsense!"

Remus swears: "Benny, help me click on the structural diagram, I'll find a ruler. Without that thing to help, our water supply system must be connected to the toilet next door!"

At that time, Remus had already stepped up in the office. He had to search for each table, and did not forget to ask his colleagues at the table.

"Where is my triangle ruler?"

"Oh damn, who saw my ruler?"

Unfortunately, after searching for a while, I couldn't find the ruler, but the urge to pee up. Remus cursed again, and then shouted loudly: "Benny, continue to help press the picture, I'll go to the bathroom first!"

"Okay, Lyme!"

After receiving the letter from his colleague, Remus hurriedly walked out of the office. The urge to pee was so swift. God swears that he would feel like he would pee his pants if he didn't spill it out in the next second!

Then God blessed him successfully and promptly rushed into the bathroom.

"Peat, pee!"

He quickly arrived at a urinal and Remus immediately pulled the zipper. God knew where the urge to pee came from. He usually drank coffee on his own. Now this urge to pee like a collapsed urge to not come just like a pouring rain, right?

He quickly took out the old bird, aimed the gun head at the toilet, and the jet was ready.

"Hey, sir?"

A cold voice suddenly rang out!

Remus was so clever that he was about to spray urine, so he held it back!

The next second, a delicate and compact steel pliers stretched out from behind him, and hit a very critical part of the old bird just right. The cold feeling was very comfortable, and the squeezing of the pliers gave him a feeling between S and M, but the problem was that he was about to get diarrhea.

"Ah...Woo!"

Then the next second, just as Remus subconsciously wanted to turn around and was about to scream, a mouth-bound ball was stuffed into his mouth, and his head was forced to face the wall.

"Cooperate well, I promise you are safe and sound."

Then immediately afterwards, the cold and obviously mature woman's charming voice was once again behind him: "Do you understand?"

Cold sweat began to look at Remus' forehead, but I didn't know whether the sweat was because of the swelling of the swelling of the swelling of the swelling of the swelling of the pliers, or the old bird about to swelling of the swelling of the swelling of the pliers.

"Woo! Woo woo woo!" Remus nodded wildly in panic. Just because he hesitated for a moment, the pliers were clamped harder!

"Okay, then now I'll ask, you answer."

The mature girl with a cold voice asked behind him, her left hand wearing gloves tightly clamped her neck. Remus looked back and couldn't, but nodded was OK.

"Very good, question one, you are the main designer of Exeter Computer Research Center, right?"

Although the problem was abrupt, the idea of ​​"it turned out to be this kind of thing" made Remus somewhat relaxed.

He nodded to him.

The girl behind her said, "Very good, then you should know where the blueprints of this building are stored?"

Another expected question. After a brief panic, Remus had basically calmed down, but the feeling below was still very uncomfortable. So, when he nodded, he still couldn't help but sweat.

“Where is the blueprint?”

After asking this question, the glove-wearing hand pressed on Remus' lips. From the touch, it can be seen that it must be a typical women's leather glove.

"I'll take out the mouth-bound ball now. If you scream, I dare to tell you that you can't mess with me again. Do you understand?"

The girl's problem was very violent, and her behavior was even more violent. She knew that the old bird was being pinned even harder, Remus nodded quickly.

When the mouth-binding ball was taken down, he quickly whispered: "The blueprint is in the office's archives room, but only the administrator has the key. Usually, even if the partners want to browse the blueprint, they must find them to get the key!"

The pliers on the old bird did not relax at all.

"Speak the administrator's name and image characteristics."

"Jimmy, Jimmy Payne! Fifty-two years old, red-haired, square face, and scars left by the smallpox on his nose. He is in Room 807. Auntie, please let me go!"

Remus begged because he was getting more and more unable to resist the smudge, and even with pincers, it would be useless.

Only a silver bell-like laughter sounded, and then a sweet and greasy smell came. Remus subconsciously took a deep breath.

Then, he rolled his eyes and fainted on the ground.

The situation in the bathroom was not noticed by anyone, because for companies like the Architectural Design Institute, every employee's work is highly focused and he will not communicate much with more people at any time.

This is particularly obvious in archives.

Every building is an order, each building has a blueprint, and every minute of the blueprint is the most core secret and wealth of the building. Some blueprints may not need to be used once for decades, while others will need to be retrieved for various reasons in a very short time, and many situations are even more important once they happen. Therefore, as the world's top and the best architectural design institute in the UK, Foster will of course concentrate the blueprints together for many years.

That's the archives room.

Administrator Jimmy Payne is already fifty years old after all. Because smallpox twenty years ago was due to work-related injuries, he was able to continue working in the office, but he undoubtedly could not do brain-work anymore. The symptoms of that year caused an astonishing high fever. It was God's blessing that he could survive, and he could no longer force any design work.

The twenty-year-old employee was able to let the company build a separate room for him, and the doorman room of the archives was born. The wealthy Foster Firm did not lack that space. He directly moved the information of the huge archives back and freed up the space in front for Jimmy. The office with windows on this side of the corridor was his only one.

It's late at night and the highlights in the early morning, and the designers are still working day and night on various projects, but for Jimmy, who is over 50 years old, it's time to go to bed.

He lives in the company and lives in this guard room. He is old and has no wife and always works in the same company. People will naturally decorate the guard room like a home.

At this time, in the spacious and warm room, waves of snoring kept coming from the bed.

Now is the time for Old Jimmy to sleep normally, so the curtains facing the corridor are pulled. Of course, no one will come to this secluded corner to bother him. The guard room in the middle of the night and the entire corridor outside have been the only one of him for many years.

Only today is the exception.

Tick, tick, the alarm clock that does not require a set time to rotate the second hand, its owner will wake up in the morning by itself.

Tick, ticking, Old Jimmy's snoring rhythm was clear.

Tick, tick, the handle of the guard room is turning.

An extremely tall figure appeared in the guard room.

The dark room was hung with curtains, and the tall figure could only vaguely reveal its existence. Although the appearance was not visible, the female body was still enough to tell. The dark-toned clothes seemed to be very close to each other. Reminding the weather in London in April, it was probably a combination of tights and an elderly pullover.

With silent steps, the extremely tall woman searched for the key to the archives in just one minute and thirty seconds.

The door of the archive room is at the end of the guard room. The walls of the compartment were built twenty years ago. Although there was no technical content at all, the drawings that were to be drawn were taken by the creative director of the firm himself.

With a click, the door opened gently and the girl walked in quietly.

Through the flashlight beam on her wrist, the girl clearly saw the classification principles of the archives, which were obviously in alphabetical order, which really helped her a lot. The A letter shelf is at the closest position, and the blueprint half a year ago also belongs to recent information. She does not need to go too far to find the target.

Soon, she found a general position, but the shelf was too low and was the same height as a normal man, so she had to squat down completely before she could read it.

One file bag after another marked with the most detailed information. In less than a minute, with the light of the flashlight, she found the target efficiently and quickly.

“Exeter Computer Research Center…”

Looking at the name of the printer in this line of printers and smelling the old-fashioned atmosphere that is exclusively found in the archive storage room around, under the yellow beam, the girl's rosy lips proudly picked up. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!