He didn’t sense any improvement in his mind and abilities.
After he looked up again and examined his surroundings, he realized that he was in a relatively strange place.
The decorations here were similar to the C-14 project team he had been to. The metal walls separated complicated equipment.
The humans coming and going wore white coats and light-blue masks.
“It was only a dream previously, but it’s a psychological trauma now?” Shang Jianyao stroked his chin.
His expression gradually became excited.
Such scenes always reminded him of the term ‘research institute.’
Shang Jianyao was just about to delve deeper into this psychological trauma when he suddenly recalled something and flipped his wrist to look at his watch.
“It’s almost 8!” he exclaimed.
The Shang Jianyaos then unanimously agreed to end this exploration.
…
In the real world, Shang Jianyao—who was lying in bed—opened his eyes. He sat up a little and placed the pillow behind him.
Shang Jianyao had just adjusted his posture when the radio outside the window sounded. A familiar, slightly childlike voice sounded in his ears. “Good evening, everyone. I’m Newspoint broadcaster, Hou Yi. It’s 8 p.m. now…
“The Board of Directors convened a meeting today to discuss the production assignments for the last quarter of this year. The Board of Directors and Vice President Ji Ze pointed out that the company’s overall situation in the first three quarters was stable and developing in a moderate and good way. They requested that everyone not relax or slack in the last quarter…
“The Board of Directors also discussed the scale of the end-of-year bonuses and next year’s labor insurance and related benefits…
“In order to liven up the atmosphere in the last quarter of this year and better the employees’ emotional states, the Entertainment Department has decided to hold the Spring Welcoming Singing Competition in the coming days. The top three in the competition will have a chance to appear on the stage for the end-of-year performance…”
Shang Jianyao’s eyes lit up as he seriously considered which song he would sing this time. He was so focused that he didn’t listen to the subsequent news.
He fell asleep at some point in time.
In the middle of the night, Shang Jianyao—who had slept in the afternoon—woke up. He suddenly sat up, draped himself in a thick, military-green cotton coat, picked up the thick, black plastic flashlight, and walked out of the room.
After relieving himself in the public bathroom, Shang Jianyao flipped his wrist to look at his watch and quietly walked in the opposite direction of home.
He arrived at Zone C, Room 11—outside Long Yuehong’s house. He then squatted at the base of the wall opposite Room 11 and placed the flashlight under his chin, prepared to turn it on at any moment.
“You want to scare Little Red?” the honest Shang Jianyao asked his peer in a low voice.
The Shang Jianyao that liked to joke chuckled and said, “Otherwise?”
“But how do you know that he would go to the bathroom at this time?” The honest Shang Jianyao expressed his confusion.
Even people with the habit of getting up at night wouldn’t go to the public bathroom at the same time every night. Furthermore, Long Yuehong’s house had a small bathroom!
The Shang Jianyao that liked to joke and pull pranks replied calmly, “When you were suppressed by them in the morning, I took the opportunity to control the body and implanted the thought of ‘go to the public bathroom at three in the morning to relieve himself’ in Little Red.”
“But how can you be sure that you will wake up at three in the morning?” the honest Shang Jianyao asked.
He didn’t notice any implanted thoughts in himself.
The mischievous Shang Jianyao shook his head. “I can’t be sure. If I don’t wake up, I’ll treat it as helping Little Red train his courage.”
Just as he said that, he suddenly exclaimed, “There are only three human consciousnesses in the room… Little Red isn’t here!”
Apart from Long Zhigu—who was studying in university and staying on the corresponding floor—the Long family of five should have four human consciousnesses. Furthermore, as a regular visitor to the Long family, Shang Jianyao knew which room Long Yuehong was in and confirmed that there was nobody inside.
The honest Shang Jianyao laughed. “Got it. Little Red went to sleep at Little White’s!”
“Lame,” muttered the Shang Jianyao that liked to joke. He stood up and returned to Zone B.
…
622nd floor, Zone B, Room 59.
Long Yuehong—who had woken up due to his need to pee—carefully removed Bai Chen’s hand and leg from his body and crawled out of the warm blanket.
He didn’t bring a thick cotton coat with him, so he could only make do with Bai Chen’s to resist the cold in the room and in the corridor.
After wrapping himself in a thick coat, Long Yuehong took a key and left the room with a flashlight.
He didn’t forget to close the door. Then, in the cold and dark aisle, he walked toward the public bathroom with the yellow beam of light guiding the way.
At three in the morning, the corridor was silent.