After Ye Tingbai got the news, he didn't dwell too much on the corpse. He turned around and went up to the third floor to explore a little. After seeing no "living people", he returned to the first floor.

He began to tap the ground with his black umbrella, and roughly judged the location of the basement through the echo. This basement did exist, but it was very deep, at least three meters deep, and the surrounding materials were also very special. It was obviously not a place that could be violently demolished.

, he could only investigate room by room. Through tapping and the traces left by these people's panic retreat, he easily found the entrance to the basement, which was right at the front desk, at the feet of the woman he accidentally killed.

At first, the woman attracted most of his attention, and he ignored the entrance behind him. The entrance was not hidden, but you wouldn't notice it if you didn't look carefully. At least he could be sure that this basement was not for hiding.

It's not to avoid humans, because it's too invisible.

After the secret door is a long and narrow staircase that slopes downward at 45 degrees. The passage is quite spacious and can accommodate two people walking side by side. The surrounding walls are very normal, but it happens to be this normal that seems strange. How could there be such a thing in this world?

Such a flat and smooth white wall?

This is the first normal building area that Ye Tingbai has seen since entering this world. All other places have strange changes to varying degrees. Ye Tingbai wrote the news in a notebook and got a reply immediately.

, that is a specially treated building with a certain resistance to pollution. This is an unregistered private shelter.

The only thing that can fight against pollution is pollution, so this kind of shelter is dangerous. Normally, it should not be built in a densely populated area. This is a violation, and there is only one organization capable of building this thing, and that is the shelter.

, they are responsible for containing various pollutants that have been confirmed to be incapable of destruction or have important uses, and containing these things requires this kind of construction ability to build a place that is enough to trap the pollutants.

However, such places are usually built in deep mountains and old forests, and will never appear in downtown areas where someone has public rights and private use.

At the end of the stairs is a metal door. It looks very heavy, and there is no connection between the inside of the basement and the outside. This should be a completely airtight room. This is also the most basic condition for isolating pollution. Pollution is pervasive. If it is not completely sealed, it will not work.

It has a protective effect, but once it is completely sealed, the breathing of the people inside becomes a problem.

If the space was large enough and there weren't many people inside, this wouldn't be a big problem, but now it's obvious that the entire clinic or more are crowded inside, and now it's uncertain whether these people are dead or alive.

Ye Tingbai knocked on the iron door a few times with the black umbrella. The sound was dull, and it sounded like the door was very thick.

"Is there anyone alive inside? I'm from the Inquisition."

Ye Tingbai obviously didn't have the ability to destroy this door. The only way was to have someone open it from the inside, and nothing was more attractive to these people than rescue. He had to find some people and get some information. He couldn't.

Blindly running around in the community, there are too many residents here, and it is unrealistic to check them one by one.

"What is the name of the Tribunal's exclusive motorcycle?"

A weak female voice came from inside the door. Ye Tingbai frowned, but still replied: "Grass and mud horse chariot."

I don’t know why I felt a little strange when I said this answer. Now the sub-personality still doesn’t understand what shame is. After hearing this answer, the iron door started to make a clicking sound. After two seconds, the door

The door opened in response, followed by a violent airflow exchange. The air pressure inside and outside seemed to be different. Being hit by the gas in the room, Ye Tingbai took two steps back consciously and covered his mouth and nose. A wave of

Strong smell of urine.

Waiting for him at the door was a middle-aged woman in a white coat. She was well-maintained, but the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes still revealed her age. Her face showed fatigue that could not be concealed, and her eyeballs were filled with red bloodshot eyes, but

Before the two of them could say anything, a middle-aged fat man rushed out and shouted:

"The rescue is coming. Send me out first. I'm the deputy mayor. Hurry, I can't hold on anymore."

The crotch of the pot-bellied man was wet, and he could even smell the stench. It was obvious that this man had collapsed. The moment the man stepped out the door, Ye Tingbai took action continuously, and each time he stabbed the fat man accurately with his black umbrella.

As for the joints of the limbs, he already had enough understanding of the structure of the human body and the sub-personality. Fatty's limbs were ruthlessly interrupted by Ye Tingbai, and he fell to the ground in pain. He kept saying obscene words and tried his best.

He was saying various curses to Ye Tingbai.

Seemingly tired of being scolded, Ye Tingbai kicked the fat man on the head. The fat man fainted on the spot. Ye Tingbai raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him. Now she seemed a little frightened and wanted to

After closing the iron door again, Ye Tingbai stepped forward to block the iron door and looked into the room.

The room is not big, about twenty square meters, and it is full of people. Twenty square meters is the size of an ordinary bedroom. Two people are just right, but three people are too crowded. But now there are at least forty or fifty people here. They are big

Some of them were unconscious, incontinent, and piled in the corner like corpses. Only a few of them could stay awake.

Although the room is not big, nearly half of the space has been freed up for a few people to use. This only shows that the status of these people is extraordinary, but it is not something ordinary people can do that these people can survive until now with the bodies of ordinary people.

Either they have good genes, at least start as citizens, or they have learned special coping skills.

The woman who opened the door glanced at the fat man on the ground and said hesitantly.

"The person you just hit is really the deputy mayor."

Ye Tingbai frowned: "What does that have to do with me?"

The woman didn't struggle with this topic. She looked a little scared. Maybe Ye Tingbai's behavior just now was too violent. Whether he was convicting or strangling, he would have more or less mental problems, because these people have been

Constantly exposed to the dark side of the world, they themselves are polluted, and there will inevitably be something different from ordinary people.

These people can be seen as crazy in some aspects. They are likely to do anything out of the ordinary. Living in this world, everyone knows very well that nobles and royal families rarely appear on the ground. People of the ruling class

They all live on the Tiangong, a huge steel continent that has been floating in the sky for more than three thousand years.

It travels around the entire world like the sun, and convicting or strangling crimes is a profession. It is not a status level, but its profession is special and its rights are too high, causing them to wander outside the ranks and under the sky.
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