"Dashiming" and "Shaoshiming" are both legendary gods in some part of the old world, and they control the life and death of human beings.

And that place is called "Chu".

For Jiang Baimian, this is not an important matter, it only added a little new content to her folk culture library.

What she cared more about was seeing the word "Si Ming" here at this moment.

Jiang Baimian once again turned his attention to the administrative supervisor named "Zhao Danlin" and the corpse that had turned into bones.

She hesitated whether to search the corpse's pockets.

After a brief hesitation, she made up her mind to bypass the desk and come to the corpse.

What she thought was that since she had walked here anyway, she had penetrated into this whirlpool-shaped building, what else would she dare not do?

Since both sides and vertical are extremely dangerous, it means you can choose whatever you want.

Jiang Baimian turned up the pockets of the corpse, but only found a plain square scarf that was folded neatly.

She checked the drawer of the desk and the file cabinet next to her, but found no valuable clues, and only wrote down a bunch of names.

None of these belongs to researchers, either administrative staff, financially related, or security director Brian Stanley.

Jiang Baimian did not confirm it repeatedly because she knew that time was very tight.

She turned and walked out of the office and headed to an administrative differentiation.

After a while, her eyes suddenly frozen.

The office, which was exactly the same as before, appeared in front of her again!

The sign in the room also reads "Supervisor's Office".

Jiang Baimian slowly walked to the door of the room and looked at the bone sitting behind the desk.

The bone was wearing a white female shirt, the corresponding black professional outfit, and a metal nameplate with the words "Administrative Supervisor: Zhao Danlin" written on the right chest.

Seeing this, Jiang Baimian's scalp felt numb.

Everything that happened before happened again.

The next second, Jiang Baimian considered another possibility.

After careful recollection, she roughly understood what was wrong:

She got lost and walked back to the administrative district’s supervisor’s office!

Huh, it's not a ghost to hit the wall or a space reset. Jiang Baimian was obviously relieved.

In this place where the electromagnetic environment is abnormally disordered, the time display of her electronic watch and military exoskeleton device was not accurate enough, and it is difficult to make a judgment based on this.

After calming down, Jiang Baimian once again sacrificed the magic weapon that he had passed by slowly, thinking and walking towards the area connected to the administrative region.

"Winstergarland" Shang Jianyao stood at the door of the room with a dark red door, repeating the other party's name.

Winstergarland didn't care about his behavior and still sat on the sofa, eating bear biscuits piece by piece.

"I haven't heard of this name before." Shang Jianyao thought for a while and shook his head.

He looked at Winstergarland again and asked in confusion:

"This is the spiritual world of 'Zhuangsheng'. Are you one of His personalities or a character in a certain memory?"

Winstergarland maintains a slightly honest smile:

"It's the latter."

"But as a character in a certain memory, how could you interact with me, with questions and answers?" Shang Jianyao was quite puzzled by this, "Did 'Zhuang Sheng' also implanted different thinking and a whole set of thinking for everyone in the memory?"

Winstergarland smiled:

“The characters in the memories I mentioned may not be quite the same as you can.”

"Then you have to make it clear, can I understand it myself?" The honest Shang Jianyao expressed his dissatisfaction.

Suddenly, a picture flashed through his mind, and he raised his hand to rub his chin.

Shang Jianyao looked at Winstergarland and said thoughtfully:

“I seem to remember why I think you look familiar.

“I saw a photo of the middle-aged man in Corningmes, at the home of the year-old son named Brooklyn Garland. The middle-aged man looked very similar to you.

"Haha, you and the son who are in charge have the same surname. When Garland said this, Shang Jianyao suddenly stopped.

His pupils suddenly dilated, reflecting the figure of Winstergarland.

The next second, he blurted out:

“You are the ‘Twisted Shadow?

"Are you the twisted shadow of April's year?

"Why are you here?"

Winstergarland sighed, put down the bag of bear cookies in his hand, and slowly stood up:

"If you continue, no matter what choice you make, it is not what I want to see.

"'Si Ming' has used you to have contact with me, but I still hope to maintain the same status.

“So, I came here.”

Shang Jianyao didn't listen carefully to what Winstergarland was saying. When the other party uttered the first word, he had already twisted his body.

Take a step and run away wildly.

This is called running away on the spot!

But every word Winster said vibrated the space and brought high frequency tremors.

The light around Shang Jianyao was instantly dimmed, as if it was covered by a huge shadow.

The airflow appears in a way that is visible to the naked eye and condenses into an invisible cage.

Not only that, the space near him was still bent, as if he wanted to wrap him in and restore it to an egg.

Shang Jianyao used his abilities without reservation and wanted to influence Winstergarland. However, whether it was the "think implantation" he shouted or the "pretentious person" silently, they were all limited by the curved space around him and could not fall into Winstergarland.

When the space is bent and the air flow condenses to a certain extent, Shang Jianyao's induction range is compressed to the body surface.

He then lost the existence of Winstergarland.

Bang bang bang! Zhaziz!

Shang Jianyao alternately uses the two basic abilities of "interfering matter" and "interference electromagnetic", and sometimes uses a giant hammer to hit the condensed airflow and the curved space, and sometimes creates electromagnetic storms.

As an awakened person in the field of "Zhuangsheng", after entering the "new world", his "interference electromagnetic" ability is getting closer and closer to "manipulating electromagnetic".

But whether it is the silver white gathering into clouds, releasing thick lightning after waves around, or the forceful striking of the giant air hammer, it is like a scoundrel that shakes a tree, unable to shake the approach of the airflow and difficult to stop the bending of the space.

In a hurry, Shang Jianyao tried to directly interfere with the airflow and space, but compared with the "giant waves" created by Winster Garland, the influence he exerted was like a wave sprayed out of a water gun.

It was soon after that, and the condensed airflow crushed Shang Jianyao's entire resistance in just two or three seconds, and wrapped around his body.

Shang Jianyao had no choice but to show his trump card and shouted.

"Xiao Chong, save me!"

At this time, the curved space was about to turn into his coffin.

Research Institute Eighth, at the end of the corridor, behind the iron black gate.

In the tactical backpack next to Shang Jianyao's body, the "Engel of Life" necklace did not change at all, but the string of "Six Conscious Beads" lit up a green and gloomy light.

The glimmer of light spread and enveloped Shang Jianyao's body.

In the spiritual world of "Zhuangsheng".

Shang Jianyao, whose consciousness was already disintegrating, suddenly became clear of his mind.

Then he saw the turquoise light and the calming airflow, the space, and heard the cold voice of Winstergarland:

"Bodhi, are you also getting involved with Siming's and the others?"

The vicious Shang Jianyao didn't bother to listen to the conversation, and while the others had not recovered, he ran towards the end of the aisle.

He had to seize the time and distance himself from Winstergarland.

This "Twisted Shadow" who is suspected of being in April!

Because the end of the administrative region was not too far, Jiang Baimian did not get lost this time and arrived at his destination smoothly.

There are several conference rooms on both sides of the aisle in front.

Jiang Baimian opened it one by one and found that there were only tables, chairs, white boards, projectors and other items inside, and there was no corpse.

"There was no meeting arrangement that day?" Jiang Baimian swept it over and said silently, "Where did the researchers gather? His own laboratory or the place downstairs where the security personnel were guarded by the downstairs?"

The place where once she tries to enter, she will have signs of "no heart disease".

Jiang Baimian looked at the conference room next to him again, remembering the white walls, brown doors, light white long tables, dozens of matching chairs, hanging curtains and the row of windows opposite him.

She continued to move forward.
To be continued...