This building was reserved for the base's surveillance officers, used to store certain classified documents. It was not large, but its privacy was extremely high, with barely any windows.
The moment they entered, the light dimmed as if it were already evening.
With no electricity, the corridor was pitch-black, gloomy and cold. Several gnawed, unrecognizable corpses lay sprawled across the floor.
The air was thick with the strange smell of rotting flesh, dried blood, and dust mixed together.
Jiang Zhaosu raised her little face, sniffed, and quietly told Qi Xing, "No people."
There were no living people left in this building.
"Any zombies?"
"Less than ten."
Jiang Zhaosu replied.
Qi Xing nodded but did not share that information with Bai Xiaoling, who was still anxiously looking around behind him.
He headed straight up to the second floor, entered an Archives Room, and set Jiang Zhaosu down from his arms. "Go play. I need to look through some things here. We'll meet at the stairwell later."
Naturally, he had not come here out of kindness to help Bai Xiaoling find her brother. He wanted to check Hurricane Base's survivor records to see whether Qi Tong's name was listed.
When Qi Xing was busy, Jiang Zhaosu usually could not help much. She either watched blankly from the side or played by herself.
Jiang Zhaosu was used to this arrangement. She answered with an "Awoo!" and started toward the door.
Seeing that the two of them were about to split up, Bai Xiaoling, who had followed them inside, was utterly confused. "Huh? Huh?"
"Aren't you helping me find Bai Xiaoqing?" Bai Xiaoling hurriedly asked.
Qi Xing shone his flashlight around, pulled a file from a cabinet, and answered coldly, "That's your business. Find him yourself."
This was how he normally treated outsiders.
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