The Goddess Shines on America

It was already dark.

Foster + Partners was still working overtime, and the night view of London outside the window could not attract anyone's attention at all, because too many projects were waiting for all architects to participate. As the world's top and the UK's most outstanding architectural design institute, Foster has always had countless orders.

"No, no, no, a cantilever beam structure should be used here, otherwise the stability of the whole building will not be guaranteed..."

"In fact, the old technology of reinforced concrete can be used here. After all, we still need to lay tiles outside..."

"Director, the customer's evaluation has been received, and I will give it to you for inspection?"

It's not just an office, the employees in many rooms are busy all the time. Every table is full of piles of materials, and if you take out a stack randomly, there are countless design drafts, which are more obvious when standing. If a shorter person happens to sit behind a certain stack of drafts, it is easy You will be overwhelmed by this staggering amount of data.

"What about the triangle?"

Remus Byrne suddenly raised his head: "Kenneth, who took my triangular ruler?"

"Triangle ruler?" Kenneth looked up from the corner, Wang Jian Remus Byrne and Benny Trump were drawing the structure diagram: "I don't know~"

"Damn it, nonsense!"

Remus complained cursingly: "Benny, click the structural diagram for me, I'll look for a ruler. Without that thing to help, our water supply system has to be connected to the toilet next door!"

It was too late to say it, but Remus was already striding forward in the office. He searched around every desk, not forgetting to ask his colleagues at the desk.

"Where's my triangle?"

"Oh shit, who saw my triangle?"

Unfortunately, after looking around, I couldn't find the ruler, but the urge to urinate came up. Remus cursed again, and then shouted loudly: "Benny, continue to help press the picture, I'll go to the bathroom first!"

"Okay, Rhyme!"

After receiving the approval letter from his colleagues, Remus hurried out of the office, the urge to urinate came so quickly, God swear, he had the feeling that he would pee his pants if he didn't urinate in a second!

Then, God forbid, he made it to the bathroom just in time.

"Pee pee pee pee!"

Hurrying to a urinal, Remus immediately unzipped the zipper. God knows where this urge to urinate came from. He usually drank coffee all day long, but now this urge to urinate like it was about to collapse would not Come on like it's pouring rain?

Quickly took out the old bird, aimed the gun at the urinal, and was preparing to spray.

"Hey sir?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded!

Remus was so clever that he was about to squirt urine, so he held it back by the way!

In the next second, a delicate and small steel pliers protruded from his back, and just rightly pinched a very critical part of the old bird. The cold feeling is very refreshing, and the squeeze of the pincers brings him a feeling between S and M, but the problem is that he is about to suffer from diabetes insipidus.

"Ah... woo!"

Then in the next second, when Remus subconsciously wanted to turn around and scream, a mouth tie ball was stuffed into his mouth, and his head was forced to face the wall.

"Cooperate obediently, I guarantee you will be safe and sound."

Immediately afterwards, the cold but charming voice of a mature woman appeared behind him again: "Do you understand?"

Cold sweat began to drip down Remus' forehead, but he didn't know whether the sweat was caused by the bloatedness of the diabetes insipidus, or the tight clamping of the pliers, or because the old bird who was about to suffer from diabetes insipidus was clamped tightly by the pliers.

"Woo! Woooo!" Remus nodded frantically as if in a panic, because of his momentary hesitation, the pliers clamped even harder!

"Okay, so now I ask, you answer."

The mature woman with a cold voice was asking questions behind him, her gloved left hand firmly gripped her neck, Remus couldn't look back, but he could still nod.

"Very well, question one, the chief designer of the Exeter Computer Research Center is you, right?"

Although the question came up abruptly, the thought of "so it was such a thing" made Remus relax somewhat.

He hummed and nodded.

Only the girl behind said: "Very well, then you should know where the blueprint of this building is stored?"

It was another expected question. After a brief panic, Remus had basically calmed down, but the feeling below was still very uncomfortable. Therefore, when he nodded, he still couldn't help but sweat.

"Where's the blueprint?"

After asking this question, the gloved hand pressed Remus' lips, and from the touch, it must be a typical women's leather glove.

"I'll take out the mouth-binding ball now. If you bark indiscriminately, I dare to tell you that you can't make love anymore. Do you understand?"

The girl's question was very violent, and her behavior was even more violent. He clearly felt that the old bird was being clamped harder, and Remus nodded quickly.

When the mouth-binding ball was removed, he hurriedly whispered: "The blueprint is in the file room of the firm, but only the administrator has the key. Usually, even if the partners want to browse the blueprint, they must find them." Get the key!"

The pincers on the old bird did not loosen at all.

"Say the administrator's name and image characteristics."

"Jimmy, Jimmy Payne! Fifty-two years old, red hair, square face, smallpox scar on his nose, he's in Room 807. Auntie, let me go!"

Remus begged, because he was getting dizzy, even with the pincers.

There was only a burst of silver bell-like laughter, followed by a sweet and cloying smell, and Remus subconsciously took a deep breath.

Then, he rolled his eyes and passed out on the ground.

The situation in the bathroom was not noticed by anyone, because for a company like an architectural design firm, every employee is highly focused on their work, and they will not have much communication with more people.

This is especially evident in the archives.

Every building is an order, and every building will have a blueprint, and every blueprint is the core secret and wealth of the building. Some blueprints may not need to be used once in decades, but some will need to be called up in a short period of time due to various reasons, and in many cases, once it happens, it will be a big event. Therefore, as the world's top and the most outstanding architectural design firm in the UK, Foster will of course keep all the blueprints for many years together.

That is the archives.

After all, Jimmy Payne, the administrator, was already fifty years old. Since the smallpox accident twenty years ago was caused by a work-related injury, he was able to continue working in the office, but he was undoubtedly unable to do mental work any more. The illness that year caused an astonishingly high fever, and it was God's blessing that he survived, and he could no longer force himself to do any design work.

The twenty-year old employee was able to let the company build a separate room for him, and the guard room of the archives room was born in this way. The wealthy Foster \u0026 Associates was not short of that space, and directly moved the materials in the huge archive room to the back, vacating the front space for Jimmy. It was his only office with a window on this side of the corridor.

It's late at night, and it looks like the bright spot in the early morning. Designers are still working day and night on various projects, but for Jimmy who is over fifty years old, it's time to go to bed.

He lives in the company, and lives in this guard room. He is old and has no wife and always works in the same company. People will naturally decorate the guard room as if it were a home.

At this time, in the spacious and warm room, the sound of snoring continued to come from the bed.

Now is the time for old Jimmy to sleep normally, so the curtains facing the corridor are drawn, and of course no one will come to this secluded corner to bother him. The guard room in the middle of the night and the entire corridor outside belonged to him alone for many years.

Only today is an exception.

Tick, tick, the alarm clock that does not need to set the time turns the second hand, and its owner will wake up in the morning by itself.

Tick, tick, old Jimmy's snoring was rhythmic.

Tick, tick, the handle of the guard's room was turning.

An extremely tall figure appeared in the guard room.

The dark room was hung with curtains, and the tall figure could only vaguely reveal its own existence. Although the face could not be seen clearly, the female body was enough to be distinguished. The dark-toned clothes seem to be very close-fitting. Reminiscent of the weather in London in April, it is estimated that it should be a combination of leggings and an elderly pullover.

With silent footsteps, the extremely tall woman found the key to the archives in only one minute and thirty seconds.

The door of the archive room is at the end of the guard room. The wall of the compartment was built twenty years ago. Although there is no technical content at all, the drawing is still to be drawn, but the creative director of the firm personally handles it knife.

With a click, the door opened gently, and the girl walked in quietly.

Through the flashlight beam on her wrist, the girl clearly saw the classification principle of the archives, apparently in alphabetical order, which was a great help to her. The shelf with the letter A is at the nearest location, and the blueprint from half a year ago is also recent information, so she doesn't need to go too far to find the target.

Soon, she found the general location, but the shelf was too low, and she was no different from a normal man's height, so she had to squat down completely to browse.

One file after another, with the most detailed information marked on it, within a minute, with the light of the flashlight, she found the target efficiently and quickly.

"Exeter Computing Research Center..."

Looking at the names on this line of mimeographed printers, and smelling the stale atmosphere around that is exclusive to the archives room, under the light of the yellow light beam, the girl's ruddy lips proudly twitched.