long night fire

Before leaving, she took advantage of Shang Jianyao's "privilege" to borrow a batch of relatively unpopular disease-related books from the Weed City Public Library.

"It's very rewarding." Shang Jianyao watched Long Yuehong drive the vehicle towards the ruins of the city.

"Oh?" Jiang Baimian expressed his curiosity with his tone.

Shang Jianyao replied seriously:

"Studying medicine cannot save all mankind."

Jiang Baimian was a little dazed for a moment:

"What do you mean?"

"Effective organization, the spirit of exploration, the courage of experiments, scientific methods, and the inheritance of knowledge are the most important, and medicine is only one of them." Shang Jianyao talked eloquently.

"So, have you found a new idea to deal with the 'disease island'?" Jiang Baimian pointed to the point.

During this time, Shang Jianyao always discussed the "disease island" with her without hesitation, so she stopped helping him avoid Bai Chen and Long Yuehong.

Shang Jian Yao replied seriously:

"No.

"We can only make persistent efforts according to the current thinking."

"That's right, keep this spirit of repeated defeats." Jiang Baimian encouraged.

Bai Chen looked at the ruins of the building with cracked cement and broken steel bars, hesitated for a moment, and gave his own suggestion:

"Actually, you can really have a minor illness and feel the true appearance of the disease."

"I have also considered this plan." Although Shang Jianyao's similar idea has been rejected before, in fact, Jiang Baimian has not completely given up on this direction, "The main reason is that this guy is as strong as a cow and does not suffer from minor illnesses at all. , if the infection is intentional, the severity can easily go out of control, hey, it really doesn’t work, let’s talk about it when we get back to the company.”

Long Yuehong opened her mouth, intending to say something, but closed her mouth rationally.

In the next second, Shang Jianyao spoke:

"It can make Long Yuehong catch a cold first, and then infect me."

"What's the difference?" Jiang Baimian scolded, "Okay, look around."

At this time, the military green jeep, which looked a bit old and tattered, drove into the ruins of the city that stretched far away by the lake.

Similar ruins in the old world always make people see no end at a glance, and the size is beyond imagination.

This place is very similar to the ruins next to the "Rootless" camp. A large number of buildings collapsed, the road surface sank, and there was nothing of value left. It was desolate and extremely silent.

"In the old world, what a lively place this must be..." Long Yuehong recalled the scene after the "lights" of the ruins of Swamp No. 1 were turned on.

And that's not enough to restore a tenth of the old world urban scene.

"The decline of human civilization is sometimes faster and more thorough than we imagined, and sometimes it is more tenacious and tenacious than anyone thinks." Jiang Baimian looked out the window at the city that had died for so many years, and followed with emotion One sentence.

Bai Chen made careful observations:

"These collapses and destructions have been going on for years, they are not recent."

How many years, she is not a professional, can not judge.

"At least the possibility that the Red Stone Collection has been destroyed recently has been ruled out. Well, the premise is that this is indeed the Red Stone Collection." Jiang Baimian looked at the lifeless gray-white concrete, messy steel bars, and weeds exposed inside. The shards of glass and the rusty hollow window frames passed by one by one.

They walked around the ruins of this dead city for more than a dozen or 10 minutes, but they never found any traces of human settlements.

"It seems that I went wrong. The Red Stone Collection is in another place nearby." Long Yuehong, who was driving, said her own judgment, "The ruins of such a big city don't look like a market town. They should come here often Finding something of value left those traces."

Hearing his words, Shang Jianyao suddenly became energetic, as if he had already determined that this place was the Red Stone Collection.

"Hey!" Long Yuehong knew what this guy was thinking, and couldn't help complaining.

Similarly, Jiang Baimian also grasped Shang Jianyao's "reasoning" process:

Long Yuehong's life is not good, and his luck is not very good, so the route he chooses and the answers he gives often deviate from the correct one.

That being the case, when he said that this place doesn't look like a Redstone Collection, then this is probably the Redstone Collection!

Before Jiang Baimian had time to scold Shang Jianyao and defend Long Yuehong's self-esteem, his expression suddenly changed slightly, as if he couldn't laugh or cry.

She coughed, and pointed to a high-rise building beside the road that was not completely collapsed but was extremely dilapidated, and was obviously bombarded:

"There's someone in there."

"Yes!" Shang Jianyao agreed with a very positive attitude.

At the same time, they sensed the existence of human electrical signals and consciousness in that building, and the straight-line distance did not exceed 15 meters.

Long Yuehong's expression suddenly became a little complicated.

"Coincidence, coincidence." Jiang Baimian comforted with a dry smile, "Stop the car, and Shang Jianyao and I will go in and ask that person for directions."

Shang Jianyao also comforted Long Yuehong:

"I'm even more sure of your importance to our group now.

"You are our compass!"

What is a north arrow, isn't it a compass?Long Yuehong subconsciously had a question.

In an instant, as Shang Jianyao's good friend, he understood what it meant:

The compass is used to point in the right direction, and the north arrow is used to rule out the wrong route!

At this moment, his teeth itch a little.

"You have to be careful that one day Xiaohong will shoot you in the back." Jiang Baimian said to Shang Jianyao while pushing the door to get out of the car.

Shang Jianyao thought for a while, walked out of the driver's seat window, and said sincerely:

"You can tell me directly that you don't like me joking about it."

After finishing speaking, he smiled and said:

"But the premise I accept is that when practicing fighting, you beat me once."

"Primary school student-level provocative method." Jiang Baimian walked by and commented.

Long Yuehong was silent for a few seconds, looked at Shang Jianyao and said:

"I will work hard."

In the previous fighting training, although he has been working hard to improve himself, his long-term self-awareness has allowed him to accept "mediocrity", and he has no desire to win anyone.

After watching Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian enter the roadside building, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong each took their own weapons and got out of the car to monitor the surrounding area, including the roof where there might be snipers.

After a while, when the two exchanged positions, Bai Chen suddenly whispered:

"Everyone has bad luck sometime."

Long Yuehong froze for a moment, then smiled:

"Thank you."

In that building, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao quickly locked a room at the edge of the hall.

They then walked lightly, crossing the area with many gray-white stones and glass shards, and arrived there.

After exchanging glances, Shang Jianyao tacitly walked around half a circle, guarding the other exit of the room.

When he was in position, Jiang Baimian shouted loudly in the area where the people inside couldn't shoot:

"Come out, we've found you."

There was silence in the room with the wooden door closed, as if nothing existed.

After more than ten seconds, the side door in front of Shang Jianyao opened silently.

A gray man in his 20s came out with his back bent.

He suddenly stopped, raised his head, and saw a sunny smiling face:

"Got you!"

Shang saw that the "ice moss" in Yao's hand had already touched the man's forehead.

The man immediately raised his hands, acting very tame:

"I lost."

Hearing this sentence, Shang Jianyao was a little surprised:

"Why do you say you lost?

"We're not playing again."

The man whom he held a gun to his forehead replied frankly:

"This is the rule of our Redstone Collection, and it is also the teaching of our sect."

"Sect?" Shang Jianyao's eyes suddenly lit up, "Is your teaching just hide-and-seek or hide-and-seek?"

The man was stunned for a few seconds before replying:

"No, it is always vigilant and always hiding."

Shang Jian Yao thought for a moment, then asked:

"What's the difference between that and what I said?"

Chapter 68 Vigilance is God's Direction

The man whom Shang Jianyao pointed a pistol to his forehead seemed to be a mixed race of Huitu and Honghe, with black hair and brown pupils, a straight nose, and deep eye sockets.

He was wearing dusty clothes, which were very similar to the surrounding environment, as if he could blend in at any time.

Hearing Shang Jianyao's rhetorical question, he was a little angry and emphasized:

"This world is very dangerous, even the once powerful human civilization can't resist it, let alone us now?

"If we were not always vigilant and knew how to hide ourselves, we would have been destroyed long ago."

Jiang Baimian had already walked over, stopped Shang Jianyao from probing, and asked instead:

"Are you from the Redstone Collection?"

"Yes." The man gave an affirmative answer first, and then said, "But please don't believe blindly, and be vigilant enough."

It was the first time for Jiang Baimian to hear someone say that, he felt a little amused, nodded slightly and said:

"We've always been vigilant.

"By the way, where is the Redstone Collection?"

"Somewhere in the ruins." The man looked towards the lobby area of ​​the building. "Since you have found me and failed to hide, let me take you there."

"Okay, what's your name?" Jiang Baimian was also considered to be a bold artist.

"My name is Gaudi." The man said casually, "This may also be a fake name, please don't believe it blindly."

Shang Jianyao next to him was excited, as if he had learned another trick.

He took back the "ice moss" and said seriously:

"Lead the way, when you arrive at Hongshiji, I promise to give you back your freedom.

"This may be a lie, please don't believe it blindly."

Gaudi nodded in approval, and took a few steps towards the hall:

"Distance is our best friend."

After leaving the building, Shang Jianyao let him get into the jeep, sat in the middle of the back row, and was responsible for guiding the way.

This time, Bai Chen drove instead.

During the gap between the vehicles, Jiang Baimian asked casually:

"What sect do you believe in?"

"Beware of sects." Gaudi replied in a very fluent gray earth language, "but you..."

"Stop! We've already remembered it." Jiang Baimian interrupted the other party's repetition, and asked with a smile, "Which executive is this believer in, and what is the teaching like? We are a little interested."

"What is the sacrament?" Shang Jianyao on the other side added a question.

Gaudi's expression became quite pious:

"What we believe in is 'Yougu', the year of the tenth month.