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The next day was not particularly meaningful for Liu Xing, as he repeated his Milk Crisp Cookie routine and failed to meet with Zhan Xingzi.
It wasn't until the evening that he received news that he could return to work the following day.
After the snow, the sun shone brightly, making the winter here feel less harsh. Liu Xing put on his thin security uniform early in the morning and arrived at Magellanic Star for duty.
After a brief report, Liu Xing was assigned to the third floor. There were a total of ten security posts on this floor, each isolated from one another, showcasing just how grand and impressive Huankezhao's building was.
"New here?" A slightly older young man handed Liu Xing a cigarette casually.
Liu Xing gently pushed the cigarette back with both hands and replied, "Sorry, I don't smoke."
Seeing Liu Xing's serious demeanor, the young man couldn't help but laugh. He continued in a coaxing tone, like an uncle trying to entice a child, "Don't worry, the surveillance at Huankezhao won't be checked unless something happens. It's safe for us to smoke here."
Liu Xing realized that the young man had misunderstood him, thinking he was refusing out of fear of being caught.
He reiterated his point to clarify that it wasn't mere politeness.
"I really don't smoke, sorry."
The young man found Liu Xing's earnestness amusing. Ever since his colleague fell ill and took leave, he had been alone on duty for half a month and found it quite dull. Now that an interesting person had arrived, he certainly didn't want to miss the opportunity to engage.
Retrieving the cigarette, the young man lit it and continued, "Hey, you must have someone at home. It's not easy to get a job at Huankezhao at such a young age."
Liu Xing was hardly paying attention and casually replied, "I guess so; my uncle helped me find this job. What about you?"
The young man showed a hint of embarrassment upon hearing this. "To be honest, it's my father-in-law who got me this job. I'm kind of climbing the social ladder; his family thinks I'm not ambitious enough and found me this position. I've been working here for four or five years now."
As the young man enjoyed his smoke, Liu Xing detected a trace of regret mixed with melancholy in his words and decided to engage him more seriously.
A young person like him surely had a story to tell; every family has its own struggles.
Liu Xing considered that four or five years could be regarded as a long time for someone to become familiar with a place, so he quickly asked casually, "Big brother, you've been here for so many years, do you know much about this building?"
The young man seemed to have already come to terms with his life situation and hadn't been disheartened for too long. Upon hearing Liu Xing's question, he tapped the ash from his cigarette into a metal case and replied, "Of course. I wouldn't dare claim to know the upper floors, but I have a good understanding of everything below the tenth floor. Why? Are you interested in this?"
Liu Xing thought about the characters he had seen in TV dramas and rubbed his hands together, pretending to be awkward as he said, "Well, I just wanted to ask which floor is where Huankezhao entertains guests. If I run into them later, I don't want to offend anyone. Losing my job would be one thing, but if a wealthy person gets uncomfortable, that wouldn't be worth it."
The young man chuckled and nodded. "I didn't expect you to have some thoughts; you have potential. Let me tell you, guests usually stay on the Sixth Floor, but we rarely get a chance to go up there. If you haven't worked as a security guard for six or seven years, you wouldn't have the opportunity. Hey! Where are you going?"
"Uh, I've been feeling a bit unwell lately; I'm going to the restroom. Big brother, can you keep an eye out for me? Thanks!"
As Liu Xing hurriedly left, the young man watched him with a sense of youthful vitality. Reflecting on how his own youth had been stifled by domestic life, he suddenly felt a pang of envy.
"Being young is great!"
Liu Xing rushed away not because he truly needed the restroom but because he finally had a direction. The Fifth Stories or the Sixth Floor—though the area was vast, it was better than aimlessly wandering around.
His previous position was close to the stairs, so he quickly arrived at the Fifth Stories. However, as he looked around, the expanse of the Fifth Stories was overwhelming and crowded. For a moment, Liu Xing didn't know where to start searching.
In the corridor, he occasionally spotted either well-dressed experts or alluring figures—some youthful and vibrant while others were seasoned and robust. Such scenes could also be seen on Earth but lacked the striking visual impact present here.
As Liu Xing walked through various rooms in the corridor, he passed by one where a meeting was taking place. Beyond that corridor was an open space with a loft-like layout; crossing through it led him to another similar scene.
Despite walking through all this, Liu Xing still hadn't found anywhere that resembled where Chuyang might be held captive. His mood began to sink.
Just then, a security guard approached him. Seeing the badge on the guard's uniform made Liu Xing's heart sink.
He quickly turned to leave but noticed that his actions had caught the guard's attention.
"Stop right there."
Liu Xing halted at the voice, instinctively tightening the grip of his hands hidden within the long sleeves.
The man approached Liu Xing, cautiously studying him. He mentally reviewed his memories, confirming that Liu Xing was not someone he recognized. However, given the uniform he wore, it was clear he was within his jurisdiction.
"New here?" Liu Xing was asked for the second time in a short span.
"Yes. I just reported in today."
The man's expression softened slightly upon hearing this, and he continued, "Where are you assigned?"
"Area E on the third floor," Liu Xing replied dutifully.
"Area E on the third floor? Then how did you end up here?" The man’s demeanor shifted to one of suspicion.
Liu Xing pressed his lips together, hesitating for a moment before saying, "I... I just went to the restroom and was curious about what the upper floors looked like. So I came up to take a look. But then I wandered too far and couldn't find my way back."
Given the vastness of Huankezhao, Liu Xing's explanation seemed reasonable. The man scrutinized him for a while longer, but seeing no signs of deceit, he allowed him to leave.
"Remember, don't make similar mistakes in the future. If you continue to be negligent in your duties, this job may not be suitable for you."
Liu Xing nodded and quickly left under the man's guidance, feeling frustrated inside for failing to gather any information.
Not long after Liu Xing turned to leave, Shangguan Wangyu and a group of people appeared around the corner.
He had just come out of Chuyang's room, and judging by his expression, things were still not looking good today.
"Did you find any solutions?" Shangguan Wangyu asked impatiently.
A person at the forefront quickly replied, "Reporting to the Crown Prince, there are currently two plans. The first one is quite direct; we can stimulate the chip inside her body with a constant frequency current. This method has about an eighty percent chance of awakening her memories, but it will be somewhat painful."
Shangguan Wangyu immediately became furious upon hearing this. He slapped the esteemed researcher Huankezhaode, sending him crashing to the ground.
"I've been through this countless times. I won't allow Microbirth to suffer any more. If you dare suggest this method again, I will take your life."
The man was terrified and was pulled up by his companions, repeatedly apologizing before hastily suggesting another plan.
"The second plan may take longer, but it will definitely not involve any pain. As long as the Crown Prince helps her recall past events, it might bring back her memories. This amnesia is primarily caused by the chip's function activating too early; it is not permanent. So please don't worry, don't worry."
Upon hearing this seemingly ineffective second plan, Shangguan Wangyu's face remained angry, but he did not lash out again. He simply turned and left, his back appearing exceptionally desolate.
(To be continued)
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