You're my wife, don't doubt it!

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A few hours ago.

Shen Jie said goodbye to Xiao Yao and left her daughter's room.

The meeting at Qingniao was indeed important, but it wasn't actually that important.

What Shen Jie actually needs is to pull herself out of this dreamlike indulgence, re-examine herself, and re-evaluate the situation she should be facing now.

The woman got up from the toilet and checked her makeup in front of the mirror in the sink.

The fully computer-controlled toilet was running loudly beside her, making her feel somewhat embarrassed.

This apartment building, converted from an old residential building, underwent a complete modernization renovation more than ten years ago, but the original structure remains, making it impossible to install larger toilets and bathrooms.

As for why this old building can still stand in such a prime location in Shanghai—it's because it's involved in demolition and is also a holdout resident. Who would have thought that, right?

Shen Jie took the elevator downstairs, walked out of the building, and came to her car.

In the sunlight, the shadow of the wide brim of her hat obscured Shen Jie's face, making her features appear somewhat obscure.

The woman glanced at the window of Shen Tianyun's room.

There was no one there; the room seemed completely empty.

However, Shen Jie knew clearly that Xiao Yao's youthful face, which appeared somewhat immature, was behind that glass window, his eyes wide open, gazing in her direction, waving goodbye to her.

Even so, he couldn't see anything either.

“Madam.” A driver in a black suit got out of the driver’s seat, respectfully opened the back door for Shen Jie, and then bowed and gestured for her to enter.

Shen Jie did not move, so the driver remained in that position.

The woman sighed, continuing to turn her back to the driver, and muttered to herself in a voice only she could hear, "She's still just a child after all, so gentle and polite. You can't tell at all that she'll have the guts to personally send Yu Luying to meet her God someday."

I said yesterday that my fever had subsided, so there shouldn't be any problem with future updates.

I thought I was better, I thought I was okay.

Then it started burning again at 3 a.m.

However, since I said I would resume updating today, then I will resume updating today.

I will try to update every day as long as the situation does not continue to worsen.

I just wanted to let everyone know.

Chapter 247 Above the Tower

2023-06-27

As instructed by Comrade Yu Bo, we will assemble at 4:30 p.m. in the hall and head to the western suburbs.

Yu Luying was also eager to try and insisted on helping.

Xiao Yao returned home, greeted Shen Tianyun, spent a little time cuddling, tidied up some things, and then went out to hail a taxi to "West Suburbs Garden".

I'm sorry, Brother Bo, I'm sorry, Sister Ping, I stood you both up.

This is my own business, and I really can't drag you or any more unrelated people into danger.

Xiao Yao instructed the car to stop when it was about 300 to 500 meters away from the entrance of the residential area. He got out of the car, pulled up his mask, and walked around the West Suburb Garden from a distance.

Everything was exactly as Yu Luying had reported.

It was indeed incredibly large, especially since Xiao Yao was walking around the foreigners, and after one round, his feet were aching.

What frustrated Xiao Yao was that there were almost no shops or stores around the neighborhood, let alone a commercial area.

I couldn't even see any restaurants; after walking for so long, I only saw two convenience stores.

"Damn it, don't you rich people need to live?" Xiao Yao cursed inwardly.

……

……

Finally, Xiao Yao found the clothing store he had planned to visit, which was located in a commercial area two or three kilometers away from his neighborhood.

Let's give it a shot, even if it's a long shot.

Xiao Yao pushed open the door and entered the store. He walked around twice with his hands behind his back, then casually picked out two hoodies and cardigans that he thought looked good. He then asked the saleswoman where the fitting room was.

"Sir, this is for women," a beautiful woman in a black suit, pencil skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black high heels reminded him.

Xiao Yao: "..."

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

Xiao Yao changed into two more expensive outfits, went into the fitting room, and carefully turned around to bolt the door.

I tried it out and put my right hand into the dressing mirror.

Yes, the roads are clear.

He put the clothes he was holding on the small leather stool, took a deep breath, and stepped into the mirror.

The world on the other side of the mirror looked no different from the real world, except that it was shrouded in a faint green filter, just like the mirror under the bridge I used to go to every day.

Xiao Yao unlatched the fitting room door and carefully stepped out.

No one was moving in the entire clothing store.

Whether it was the girls wearing black suits and name tags or the people who looked like customers, they all stood straight in place, without moving an inch.

Each of them had no face or facial features; simply put, they each had a round or oval spherical plastic object on their necks, like the plastic mannequins in clothing stores.

...Plastic mannequins?

Xiao Yao curiously bent his finger and tapped a shop assistant with the back of his hand, and the assistant made a "thump-thump" sound.

"He really is a plastic man," Xiao Yao thought.

He strode out of the clothing store—and as soon as he pushed open the door, he immediately craned his neck to look in the direction of the West Suburbs Garden.

Although he was mentally prepared, Xiao Yao was still greatly shocked by what he saw.

Although it's 3 kilometers away, the West Suburb Garden—no, it should be called the West Suburb Tower—is still clearly visible and extremely conspicuous.

The skyscraper pierces the clouds, while silver-glowing aircraft constantly dart across the sky, like flocks of crows taking flight at dusk, shattering the tranquility.

The shadows cast by skyscrapers blanketed the earth, and groups of plastic-faced office workers passed by the crossroads, their movements wooden and listless. These strange yet somber scenes, reflected in Xiao Yao's eyes, were like a black-and-white film, silent yet filled with cries.

A gust of wind swept by, and he involuntarily shivered. At the same moment, a high-speed train came from the huge viaduct above his head, and the sound of the rails rubbing against the carriages pierced through the cold air and entered his ears.

Although Xiao Yao had heard Shen Jie describe the palace over the phone long ago, seeing it in person was truly better than hearing about it.

With its magnificent form and unparalleled height... and of course, its width, this building permanently separates the bright sunlight from the dazzling lights. This world of steel and concrete is reminiscent of tombstones in a cemetery, giving people a suffocating sense of horror.

Yes, that's right, a sense of horror.

As Xiao Yao walked towards the tower, he wondered to himself, "Could this hall not belong to Shen Jie's father? Didn't he go abroad? Or was he actually right, and the PR person from Miwei Group gave the wrong information that day, or did the situation change?"

When Xiao Yao arrived at the West Suburbs Garden, it was only afternoon. It was daytime when he first stepped into the mirror, but he had only covered half of the three-kilometer journey when it suddenly got dark.

The boy knew that the world inside was never reasonable in this respect, but the darkness amplified the sense of terror—especially when the streets around him were filled with plastic mannequins.

But he still had a very meticulous plan: walk to the building entrance, kick the door open, and leave the rest to Don Quixote to do. Then the BOSS appears, fights with all his might, the earth shakes, the tower collapses, chaos ensues, screams fill the air, he rescues Shen Jie, escapes to safety, and takes his final bow.

...Alright, stop talking nonsense.

……

As you approach the building, its grandeur becomes even more apparent.

However, Xiao Yao had no time to sigh. He was only thinking about Shen Jie being trapped inside, so he quickened his pace and headed straight for the main entrance of the building.

The fact that the gate was heavily guarded did not surprise Xiao Yao. What puzzled him was the large number of strange-looking people gathered outside the gate.

Some people carried longswords like I did, some wore uniforms, some wore astronaut helmets, and some wore their underwear on the outside—their only commonality seemed to be that they all looked very young.

Shen Jie hadn't mentioned these strange people, and they didn't seem hostile at the moment, so Xiao Yao decided to try to gather some information first.

He struck up a conversation with the one in the group who looked somewhat lonely.

The boy was wearing an ordinary school uniform, with only a greasy braided apron around his waist. He stood out somewhat among the group of oddballs.

"Oh, we're here waiting for the entrance exam to start; it'll be time soon."

"..."

"Yes, there are exams every day. If you pass the exam, you can get in. Didn't you know?"

"..."

"I don't know if it's difficult or not. This is my first time here. They say that half of the people in our area can pass this kind of exam."

"..."

"Registration has started, I'm not talking to you anymore."

When Xiao Yao heard about the exam, he was reminded of the first time he met Saikeer, the duty officer, in Teacher Yao's classroom, and a chill ran down his spine.

But then I thought that if I could successfully infiltrate, my chances of finding and rescuing Shen Jie would be much greater.

At least, it won't cause trouble for Shen Jie.