RNP Chapter 679 The Place That Doesn't Exist
Chapter 679 The Place That Doesn't Exist
Ding Dong!
As the elevator door opened, Wu Wang stepped out.
The atmosphere on the fourth floor remained oppressive.
Especially after the bill-checking incident, everyone's mood was even lower than before.
Wu Wang arrived at the entrance of the tea room.
There's no one here now.
After all, it's still working hours, and employees can't complain all the time. Life goes on, and after they've finished complaining, they can only go back to their workstations and work like oxen and horses.
Wu Wang just happens to need an empty tea room and a few minutes of undisturbed time.
He first looked up and glanced at the ceiling.
With the insight of the [Perspective of Truth], the location of the microphones can be easily discovered.
However, unlike the previous one in the conference room, these four microphones, which seem to cover the entire tea room in a crisscross pattern, actually reveal a slight flaw upon closer inspection.
They were too close to the steam pipes of the coffee machine.
If nothing unexpected happens, the noise generated by the coffee machine when it starts up will definitely affect the normal operation of the microphones, making it difficult for them to record human voices.
The white logo also appeared on the bracelet at the right time.
She looked at the microphone and said, “Sir, this arrangement will prioritize recording the noise from the machine running, the water flow, and even the clinking of cups and saucers. These audio frequencies can precisely mask the human voice. It’s difficult for the system to accurately extract every word from inside. It can only judge whether the people inside are chatting based on emotional data.”
"Moreover, using ambient sound is just right so that the system will not detect that someone is deliberately muffled the conversation."
"A very clever adjustment method."
Yes, the placement of this microphone must have been deliberately adjusted by someone.
Just as Wu Wang speculated, Zhang Mingyuan must have held a meeting with his colleagues here back then, and even finalized details such as the strike schedule.
"Meow?"
[Boss, how do we find where he hid his things?]
I'm a cat, not a dog!
Xiao Qiu's tail drooped casually on Wu Wang's back. He couldn't find Zhang Mingyuan's hidden things by smell. Besides, so much time had passed, even if he replaced the dog, it probably wouldn't make a difference.
"No need to look, he has already told us the location."
Wu Wang stood at the door of the tea room, scanning the entire interior with his eyes.
Pointing to the coffee machine with the sticky note on it, he said, "Just now in the consultation room, he kept tapping on a spot on the table. Let's assume that's where he hid the thing. So, the coffee I picked up can represent this coffee machine."
He then pointed to the wall where the coffee machine had been moved horizontally and said, "And this wall is the edge of the table, and the midpoint between it and the coffee machine is... here."
There is a row of storage cabinets between the coffee machine and the wall.
This is a gray-white metal cabinet, standard equipment provided by the factory. It is about half the height of a normal adult male and is used to store spare coffee beans, paper cups, and cleaning tools.
There is a gap about one finger wide between the bottom of the cabinet and the ground.
The gap was hidden by the shadow of the cabinet itself, and would not be noticed even when the lights were on.
The third locker is located exactly in the middle of them.
"Hehe, it's well hidden. It would be really hard for a normal person to get it without tools."
Wu Wang laughed and complained.
The gap is so narrow that you can't even stick your hand in, and even if you lie on the ground, it's hard to see the whole thing clearly.
Even if someone knows there's something hidden inside, they probably won't be able to get the contents out unless they make a big fuss to move the locker.
Fortunately, Wu Wang is a player, and a player with a fairly high stat.
He simply wedged his fingers into the gap, lifted the entire locker a few centimeters with a forceful upward movement, and made almost no sound.
With his other hand, he started groping under the cabinet.
Sure enough, I soon touched two paper items.
Upon closer inspection, the edges of the two sheets of paper were already yellowed, and the fibers at the folds were starting to become brittle, indicating that they had obviously been there for a long time.
After unfolding the first sheet, there was a row of small, dense, and even illegible handwriting.
The person who wrote these words seems to have done so under extremely tight time constraints.
On the fourth day of the strike, the Solidarity union voted to activate Plan B if the factory did not yield by the seventh day.
Plan B has been drafted, but someone needs to initiate the process externally. However, the originally chosen external candidate has been compromised and cannot be trusted.
[After I am arrested, I will be considered as an internal candidate; no external candidate has been found yet.]
[If anyone finds this note, please go to the 4th workstation in the 7th row of the 4th floor, D section. The ventilation duct diagram is on the computer keyboard there.]
Don't let the person smiling see that you're looking at it...
The ink stopped here.
It wasn't a period, but rather the pen tip dragging a short diagonal line across the paper, as if it had just been interrupted at that point, and then quickly folded up and stuffed into the bottom of the cabinet.
The other one is more yellowed and is folded more neatly than the first one.
It's estimated that this paper was placed even earlier, when the situation wasn't so urgent.
When you open it, there are no words written inside, but a strange hand-drawn architectural blueprint.
"This is... the 49th floor?"
[Bai] immediately recognized the precise location indicated by this architectural drawing.
He then immediately added, "Sir, the total area on this architectural drawing seems to differ from the actual usable area of the 49th floor."
Wu Wang narrowed his eyes and asked, "How much difference?"
"The blueprint indicates 1200 square meters, but based on data from Zhang Mingyuan's file, such as the monitoring range, building power load distribution, and elevator shaft depth, the actual usable space is at least 2000 square meters." [Bai]'s voice said firmly, "There is an area of over 800 square meters that doesn't exist on this blueprint at all."
Wu Wang calmly folded the two pieces of paper and put them in his pocket.
He asked, "How many memories can 800 square meters hold?"
[Bai] calculated and said, "Enough to hold the brains of everyone in the entire building, sir."
The "brain" she was referring to was not the brain in the medical sense, but rather the theoretical space occupied by the device that stores memories.
After all, she had the equipment to store memories in the Eternal City, so she could naturally calculate roughly how much space she would need.
Wu Wang nodded.
It seems the exact location for storing memories is on the 49th floor, in that part that isn't on the blueprints.
My gaze fell on the sticky note on the coffee machine next to me.
He raised an eyebrow and remarked, "These two sticky notes are seeds that Zhang Mingyuan planted a few years ago. One is to remind everyone, and the other is to filter out some people. The latter is only shown to those who can find it."
"Meow?"
So, he's waiting for you, boss?
“No.” Wu Wang casually took a free candy from the side, peeled it open, and ate it, saying, “He buried the seed and waited for it to sprout. Anyone can water it, it just so happens that I was the one who came this time.”
Wu Wang spoke these words casually, but even Xiao Qiu could hear the weight behind each word.
Zhang Mingyuan is under pressure far exceeding everyone's imagination.
This is truly like walking on thin ice; every day you don't know if you'll ever reach the other side.
After leaving the tea room, Wu Wang did not go directly to look for the ventilation duct diagram inside the keyboard.
It's working hours now, and area D is full of people. It's fine to have casual interactions like chatting with the employee in #9288, but going around searching for something on someone's keyboard in public is a different story.
That's equivalent to submitting a "I am a suspect" application to the factory.
He returned to his workstation first.
While waiting for his lunch break, he also checked his pending tasks. He needed to quickly replenish his wish points to avoid being added to the inefficient asset watchlist.
Otherwise, once you're on that list, you'll most likely be quickly taken to a talent incubation center.
Although Wu Wang will go there sooner or later, he cannot be arrested and imprisoned now.
He wouldn't be foolish enough to directly confront the elimination mechanism of the game.
At this point, he also noticed that the wish points provided by the work tasks on his computer seemed to be less than yesterday.
Most of the tasks only have ten or twenty wish points, and there isn't even one that reaches 50 points.
Fortunately, he currently has around 100 wish points, so he can fulfill the requirements by completing any task.
So Wu Wang chose the task that seemed the easiest and paid the least.
The same old approach was used to appease the employees.
However, unlike Zhou Ping's complaints which were appeased, this time the employee was dissatisfied with the speed of their promotion.
The other party simply wants to climb the ladder faster; the dissatisfaction born from their greed is of very low value and may even affect their current work efficiency.
After Wu Wang went up, it didn't take long for him to calm the other party down so that they had no objections.
"Meow?"
[Boss, is this what you meant by one move that can make a girl weak in the knees?]
"Yeah, how can severing your Achilles tendon not be considered as your legs going weak?"
Xiao Qiu looked like he'd seen a ghost and said, "Meow!"
But she kept screaming after her legs went weak!
Wu Wang responded matter-of-factly, "They must be too moved. Besides, didn't I cure them?"
"One hit deals damage, one hit heals, repeatedly refreshing my merit points. She was so moved that she cried and gave me a good review."
He first changed his appearance and clothing, transforming himself into a smiling person.
Then she went up and encountered that employee, who immediately started cursing at Wu Wang without saying a word. She believed that she was doing an excellent job and should have been promoted long ago, and that the current slow promotion speed must be because someone was trying to trip her up.
He even tried to act like a rogue by dragging Wu Wang along.
However, Wu Wang dragged the other party to a corner and beat him up without saying a word, then repeatedly treated him with the [reverse direction knife] to avoid being reported for intentional injury.
The smiling person's behavior basically represents the factory's will.
After being stunned by the beating, the other party didn't even dare to have any complaints about Wu Wang, and voluntarily chose to give a positive review of the job at his suggestion.
He said that if they didn't leave a positive review, he would send someone to monitor them and check on them several times a day.
In this factory of desire, Wu Wang, with the appearance of a smiling man, committed such outrageous acts.
The other party did not see any problem.
Her self-awareness has been completely swallowed up by the factory of desire.
"Meow!"
That's called torture!
Ignoring Xiao Qiu's breath, Wu Wang returned to the fourth floor.
At this point, the people at their workstations began to get up and go to eat.
Of course, not everyone goes to the cafeteria; the food there needs to be redeemed with Wish Points, and the higher the quality, the more it costs.
Most employees on the fourth level wouldn't waste their wish points on food and drinks.
The reason they went out together now was mainly to the free food station next to the cafeteria.
You can pick up free protein energy bars there, and they are only distributed for a short period of time during the three daily meals.
If you don't receive it, you'll have to go to the cafeteria to buy your wish list meal.
The employees also have to use the wish points they saved to fill the bottomless pit of loans...
Those free energy blocks look like shiny black bricks, and are said to taste like chewing a sticky, soft paste that makes people feel nauseous.
But for the sake of their own desires, they chose to remain silent and accept it.
Taking advantage of the movement of people during lunch break, Wu Wang walked towards the location of Zone D and quickly found the designated spot.
A young woman I didn't recognize was sitting in that spot.
She was taking a nap on the table, and the dark circles under her eyes proved that she, like everyone else, hadn't had a proper rest in a long time. She finally felt a little sleepy, and even if she didn't go to eat, she had to sleep for a while.
Wu's death did not disturb her.
It is unclear whether workstations on the same floor will be rotated.
Moreover, so much time has passed since Zhang Mingyuan hid the things, and who knows how many people have sat at this workstation, or even if the keyboard has been replaced. Wu Wang is not sure either.
He simply stood next to his workstation and cleverly used his shadow to cover the keyboard.
With his hands in his pockets, he seemed to be daydreaming, but in reality, he quietly peeked out from the shadows to blindly dismantle the device.
However, at that moment, Wu Wang's gaze swept over a smiling person walking towards Section D at the end of the corridor.
It wasn't Zhang Mingyuan; it was a smiling person with an unfamiliar number.
He walked briskly along the corridor between workstations during his lunch break, his gaze sweeping from left to right at an angular speed of thirty degrees per second, as steady as a machine.
Following last night's large-scale audit of bills, in addition to investigating monitoring equipment, the factory has also dispatched "smiling agents" to the fourth floor for supervision to prevent similar problems from recurring in the near future.
The appearance of the Smiler at this moment poses a great threat to Wu Wang's actions.
20 second……
Based on the smiling person's route and speed, Wu Wang estimated that the crowd would disperse in about 20 seconds, and the person would come over and notice him.
He couldn't bring himself to look down at the keyboard to operate the keyboard, otherwise these unnecessary movements would lead to his exposure even faster.
Tap tap! Tap tap! Tap tap!
The Smiler's steps were like a countdown, each step landing squarely on Wu Wang's heart.
The keyboard cannot be smashed open to take things, otherwise the female employee will notice something is wrong when she wakes up.
If she requests a replacement keyboard, the factory will discover that this is sabotage, and Wu's death will be exposed when the surveillance footage is checked.
If you're disassembling it bit by bit, you have to make sure the keycaps don't fall off, not to mention that Wu Wang isn't even looking at what he's doing right now.
This awkward situation of blind disassembly results in a very slow disassembly speed.
10 seconds... 5 seconds...
The smiling person had already noticed something was wrong out of the corner of their eye.
Because the vast majority of people are heading out.
Even the few employees who were engrossed in their work or taking a break were at their workstations.
Wu Wang, who had been standing next to others for a long time without moving, gradually became more noticeable.
The person smiling was also adjusting their route, passing the workstation in front and walking directly this way.
3 seconds...2 seconds...1 seconds!
"Employee #00000, please do not linger in areas other than your assigned workstation during lunch break."
"Excuse me, what are you doing? Do you need help?"
The smiling person's voice was incredibly gentle as they approached.
The following sentence, which seems to be a concerned statement, actually conveys a strong sense of threat and questioning.
He was keeping a close eye on any unusual behavior Wu Wang might exhibit.
It even includes indicators of physiological phenomena such as pupillary response and heart rate.
Wu Wang hadn't finished disassembling the keyboard yet... (End of Chapter)