Chapter 76 Chapter 76

The plastic trash can fell on the ground, and Lucas stood staggeringly on it. The plastic trash can was twisted and deformed by him, as if it would bounce off and fly out at any time, or be crushed by him.He grabbed the upper edge of server 12 to keep his balance.The server was covered with a thick layer of dust, apparently no one had stood on the ladder and wiped it with a rag for several years.He raised his head, put his nose close to the air outlet of the air conditioner, and took a deep breath. At this time, there was a sudden "beep" sound from the door, and the lock was opened with a "click", followed by a "creak" sound of hinges, and the door was pushed open.

When Bernard entered, Lucas' hand almost slipped off the top of the server.Bernard looked up at him, a little confused. "You're not juggling material." Bernard laughed, turned around and closed the door, locking it.The control panel beeps and lights up in red. Lucas let go of the top of the server and jumped off the trash can.The plastic barrel bounced off immediately and rolled a long way on the ground.He rubbed his hands together, wiped the back of his trousers, and smiled dryly. "I seem to smell something strange," he said. "Don't you think there's smoke in here?"

Bernard raised his nose and sniffed: "In my opinion, it's always filled with smoke. However, I didn't smell any strange smell. If there is, it's probably the heat from the server." He reached into the From his breast pocket, he took out several folded papers: "Here, a letter from your mother. I told her to give the letter to the courier and bring it to me, and I will pass it to you." Lucas smiled, a little embarrassed, and reached out to take the letter: "I think you should ask someone to check it—" He looked up at the air-conditioning vent, and suddenly realized that the people in the mechanical and electrical department were gone.He had heard on the radio earlier that Sim and his men were coming up.In total, dozens of people were killed and hundreds were arrested.The residential complex on the middle floor has prepared rooms to detain them.It looks like there will probably be several years to come without worrying about no one going out to clean lenses.

"I will ask a substitute worker in the mechanical and electrical area to check it." Bernard said, "Speaking of this, there is one thing I want to discuss with you. I plan to transfer a group of farmers to the electrical and mechanical area below Worker. I want to send Sammy to be the head of the mechanical and electrical department, what do you think?" Lucas nodded, looking at the letter from his mother: "Sammy as the head of the mechanical and electrical department? I think he is absolutely qualified and the ideal candidate. He taught me a lot." He He looked up at Bernard.Bernard opened the filing cabinet by the door, took out a stack of appointment letters and began to flip through them. "He's a great teacher, but will he always be in charge there?"

"Nothing lasts forever." Bernard found the piece of paper he wanted, folded it, and stuffed it into his breast pocket. "Do you need anything else?" He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.Lucas suddenly felt that Bernard had aged a lot in the past month, and looked more haggard. "Dinner will be here in a few hours—" It occurred to Lucas at this moment that he really wanted something else.He really wanted to tell Bernard that he was ready, he had fully understood how scary the future job would be, he had realized it, and knew what to do so as not to go crazy.Now, can he go home?

However, once you say this, don't even think about it.Lucas knew it well. "Uh," he said, "I want to find some more information—" All he could think about was the information he found in the No. 18 server, but he was afraid that Bernard would notice that he was weird.Lucas probably knew the truth.However, he had to ask Bernard directly for the file to be sure. Bernard smiled: "Don't you have enough to read?" Lucas waved the letter in his hand: "What are you talking about? You can read it in less than a minute—" "I'm talking about the stuff below. Instructions. You still have a lot of homework to do." Bernard tilted his head.

Lucas sighed. "Oh, yes, but you want me to read the 'instructions' for twelve hours a day, how can I bear it? I'm talking about something lighter." He shook his head, "Oh, forget it, if it doesn't work if--" Bernard waved his hand suddenly: "Then what do you want to see? I probably pushed you too hard." He leaned on the filing cabinet, crossed his hands in front of his stomach, and looked up at Lucas. "Um, maybe it sounds a little weird, but I want to see a file for a case. An old case. The server says it's in your office, with other closed investigation files—"

"Investigation?" Bernard's tone was a little suspicious. Lucas nodded: "Yes, that's a friend of a friend of mine. I'm just a little curious about how that case was solved. There is no information in the server—" "Is it Holden's file?" "Who? Oh, you mean the former security officer? No no. Why do you ask that?" Bernard waved his hand, meaning that there is no need to discuss Holden any more. "The person I want to check is Wilkin." Lucas carefully watched Bernard's expression, "George Wilkin." When Bernard's face changed, the corners of his mouth drooped immediately, and his expression suddenly became very gloomy.

Lucas cleared his throat.Seeing Bernard's expression, he knew what was going on. "George died a few years ago, at Mecha—" he was about to begin. "I know how he died." Bernard nodded, "Why do you want to see that file?" "Just a little curious. I have a friend—" "What's your friend's name?" Bernard suddenly inserted his hands into his clothes, and walked towards Lucas from the side of the file cabinet, approaching step by step. "what?" "What is your relationship with George, your friend? How good is their friendship?"

"Oh, I don't know. Well, if it's important, forget it—" Lucas just wanted to ask a very simple question: why did Bernard kill him.But Bernard didn't seem to want to hide it at all. "It does matter," said Bernard. "George Wilkin was a dangerous man. A man of thought. The kind of thought that spreads from word to mouth and contaminates those around him—" "What? I don't quite understand what that means?" "'instruction'