(Chapter 37 is working hard to rescue, please be calm and please collect and recommend votes)

After Shen Weimin's car penetrated into the mountain, he continued along a spacious tunnel road. He didn't drive far away, and his narrow vision suddenly became clear.

The size of a football field appeared in front of you, and the tall and smooth dome was covered with dense searchlights, illuminating it like daytime.

Elevated passages and suspension bridge tracks are arranged in the space that is dozens of meters high, and are filled with rows of automatic weapon systems. Occasionally, several armed personnel can be seen patrolling with guns.

Chen Weimin got out of the car and watched the transport robots and freight trailers passing by constantly walking around. From time to time, a team of patrol soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor walked by, making a busy scene.

Chen Weimin looked around and found a group of people gathering in a corner. On the box at the bottom, there was a middle-aged man standing. He was in his forties or fifties, his temples were half white, but he was full of energy, serious face, bright eyes, and full of energy and was talking about something.

"Okay, disband." The middle-aged man noticed Chen Weimin. After saying a few words, he waved his hand, and the people around him saluted in unison, then turned around and lined up and walked away.

"Old Zhou, it's over there." Chen Weimin watched the middle-aged man come over with a smile, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, skillfully shook out one and handed it over.

Lao Zhou waved his hand and did not go to pick it up. "The recycling team has passed, the body is on the way, and it is estimated that the result will not be achieved tomorrow morning."

Seeing that Lao Zhou refused to accept it, Chen Weimin lit one and said with a smile: "Just clean it up, I don't care about the result."

Old Zhou did not follow this topic and turned around and asked, "How is Qin Tianyuan?"

"I've already brought it back." Chen Weimin took a light sip and spit out a smoke ring. "Apart from scratching some skin, there is nothing wrong, I'm very energetic."

"Oh, it's fine." Old Zhou nodded, then fell into silence.

"Yes, it's fine." Chen Weimin sighed, "Are we looking forward to everything every day?"

"How did he get involved in trouble?" Lao Zhou suddenly asked.

Chen Weimin spat a little annoyed, "It should be a problem with the procedure. It doesn't matter. It's easy to check. Just know how the file was reached by Qin Tianyuan. There are records."

"That's the matter between David?" Old Zhou frowned and waved his hand to drive away the smoke in front of him, "You fuck less."

"I can't kill you." Chen Weimin took a few more sips disapprovingly, "We are nothing to do with David Wei, and some people are worried about this case."

"There is a little troublesome in the Garden of Eden. They have been nervous since David Wei died." Old Zhou said softly, "Reliable news, Eden has been engaged in artificial neural technology and brain-computer interfaces."

"It's normal to be nervous. There are a lot of internal troubles. David Wei was either killed by his competitors or died in internal struggle." Chen Weimin smiled sarcastically, "Just do it, I care whether they are dead."

While speaking, a load truck with a closed carriage slowly drove over, and a team of people wearing protective clothing surrounded him, trained to start testing, opened the carriage, and transported goods.

Chen Weimin raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Oh, is the work done very well?"

Old Zhou smiled with satisfaction and pointed to the busy staff, "I heard that a new tactical commander has arrived this year, which is quite powerful and is very optimistic about it."

When Chen Weimin heard this, he immediately showed a very interested expression, "What a powerful method?"

"The job is beautiful." Lao Zhou pointed to the carriage in the distance, "and after he led the team, the casualty rate of mobile troops dropped to the lowest ever."

Chen Weimin showed an amazement, "Oh, then you have to get to know each other, what's the name?"

"Qin Yufeng."

Chen Weimin thought about it, frowned and asked, "Is it the real name?"

Lao Zhou smiled, "Is there any real name for our job?"

Chen Weimin nodded and smiled with a little self-deprecating smile, "That's right, even if we die, we don't dare to engrave our real names on the wall."

Old Zhou looked at Chen Weimin deeply and said seriously: "We have all sworn and are willing to hide our identity for the rest of our lives."

Chen Weimin didn't speak and took a few sips of cigarettes.

Lao Zhou quickly changed the topic, "The mobile army said that this case is a bit troublesome, and they are not sure what it is yet to be sure of, and want us to help. You know, they just work and are not good at investigating cases and finding people..."

"No matter." Chen Weimin refused without thinking, "Our bureau has always had one task, and other things have nothing to do with us."

Lao Zhou hesitated a little, "This is not good. The mobile army always responds to our requests and never is vague. We will shook hands and ignore them."

Chen Weimin sneered twice, "They want people, guns, and their funds have a big budget. What are our benches? You can count the staff and staffing slap them. What should I rely on to check? Is it based on Qin Tianyuan?"

Lao Zhou stopped talking, Chen Weimin snatched the cigarette butts and put them in his pocket, "Let them wait, let's talk about it when they bump into it. Oh, Lao Zhou, you said, is the reason why we have not been cut off and removed is that the superiors don't remember us at all?"

Lao Zhou still didn't say anything, his eyes kept staring at the busy crowd in the distance.

After a while, four people in protective suits came over with the box, carefully placed them in front of the two of them, and then saluted, "We have checked, there is no danger. Do the two directors need to open it and check it out?"

Old Zhou nodded, wearing protective suits quickly opened the box, revealing the body wrapped inside. The corpse's face looked ferocious, as if it had suffered something fearful, with wide eyes wide open and very horrifying.

Lao Zhou suddenly asked, "Old Shen, do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

Chen Weimin smiled disdainfully, "There are no ghosts in the world, but there are ghosts in people's hearts."

Lao Zhou did not speak, and looked melancholy and turned his eyes to the iron box in the distance, where several other corpses were placed.

The dim lights in the base reflected on the faces of the deceased, and the distorted and terrifying faces looked particularly strange, as if silently ridiculing.

The director waved his hand and said, "Get into the warehouse."

Four people in protective suits closed the lid of the iron box, buckled the complicated mechanical lock, and then lifted it up and walked into a deep warehouse. Behind them, several teams of people carrying the box were followed.

The director watched the transporters enter the depths of the warehouse, then looked at the nearly half-meter-thick gate, turned around and walked towards the elevator in the distance.

Those who placed the iron boxes left the warehouse one after another, closed the thick door, and the closed door was painted with four large characters - Warehouse No. 7.

...

Qin Tianyuan looked a little tired after all the troubles, and was pulled to the archives by Yin Rong all the way with his head down.

"Oh, why are we here?" Qin Tianyuan woke up suddenly and looked at the surrounding environment in surprise. "Didn't you say you should take me home? Why did you bring me to the archives again?"

Yin Rong said lightly: "Your new home is still being cleaned up and you can't live in it for the time being. You can rest here for one night tonight and talk about it tomorrow."

Qin Tianyuan was a little unhappy, but he didn't dare to say it in front of Yin Rong, so he had to follow Yin Rong silently into the office.

"You'll deal with it for one night. I'll arrange your new residence for you tomorrow." Yin Rong pointed to the simple folding bed on the ground, threw Qin Tianyuan a blanket, turned around and walked out.

Qin Tianyuan looked at the blanket and the bare folding bed in his hand, and sighed in his heart. Did he go out today and didn’t look at the almanac? He was a mess after another.

While Qin Tianyuan was complaining, Yin Rong suddenly turned around and took a cowhide notebook into Qin Tianyuan's arms, "Oh by the way, this is your thing. Don't put such personal belongings everywhere in the future. Fortunately, I've put them away for you."

Qin Tianyuan looked down and saw that it was his diary that actually fell into Yin Rong's hands.

"There are people writing diaries these days." Yin Rong smiled, his expression on his face was a bit meaningful.

...

I wrote too much yesterday. I copied two chapters of 3,000 words to benefit readers. But today I found that one chapter was gone and I was in a bad mood. This matter is very Schrödinger's standard. I have to guess slowly and try to change it slowly.

I was really angry because I couldn't think of some violations of the rules, and I wouldn't be like this if I could think of it.
Chapter completed!