A Special Crossroads
To be honest, after hearing Xu Jiali describe the situation, Yu Sheng still felt rather guilty. He even seriously reflected on the timing and frequency of his recent calls to Baili Qing. In the end, he concluded that he could spare a few calls for Song Cheng later, easing the bureau chief's late-night workload.
The whole "neither of us slept" business had to be shared around equally. Anyway, there was no way he could stop himself from opening the doors.
As he reflected on that, Yu Sheng also grew intensely curious about the astonishing "structure" of the Special Operations Bureau's headquarters.
This was the first time he had observed so directly and so closely what sort of marvelous "place" the Crossroads really was—especially when Xu Jiali led him down this corridor and pointed out an office at the end, telling him that after ten every night, the office would drift into some Anomaly space.
"There are many special rooms and 'sections' here. The structure of the entire Special Operations Bureau building isn't fixed. Some areas move to different places at specific times, and may even move into the territories of certain nonhuman races. We use these regular movements to deliver supplies to colleagues at other outposts or carry out periodic personnel rotations." Xu Jiali patiently introduced the marvelous place to his guests. "I don't know whether anyone else has told you about this before, but although the Crossroads is known as the 'hub' of this world, spatially speaking, it isn't directly connected to the outside world."
"Not directly connected?" Yu Sheng asked curiously. "What does that mean?"
"It means you can't leave through normal 'transportation,'" Xu Jiali said with a laugh. "You can't get out, whether by air or underground. If you leave the city, you'll find