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"What a coincidence, you are naked, and I am also topless, you are taking a steam bath, and I am also taking a steam bath, so..."

The man froze for a moment, turned his head to look at Shang Jianyao, and asked in surprise and joy:

"Are you here too?"

He looked like the two had known each other for a long time.

Seeing this, Shang Jianyao seized the opportunity, exchanged a few pleasantries, confirmed that the other party was Zhao Shouren, and raised the relationship to the level of life and death brothers.

"I heard that many strangers came to your manor?" Shang Jianyao finally asked.

Zhao Shouren was startled, and replied very blankly:

"No."

Chapter 29 Honestly

Shang Jianyao looked into Zhao Shouren's eyes and raised his hand to touch his chin.

He further asked:

"It doesn't have to be strangers, who are the outsiders in recent months?"

"No, except for a few merchants selling daily necessities who come here regularly, there are no other outsiders." Zhao Shouren shook his head again.

He paused, and asked in a slightly puzzled way:

"What do you ask for this?"

"Gossip is human nature." Shang Jianyao replied sincerely.

"What? Gossip?" Zhao Shouren obviously didn't know what the word meant.

Because Shang Jianyao has the appearance of a gray earth person, they naturally used the gray earth language during the conversation just now.

Seeing that Yao was about to seriously explain the true meaning and extended meaning of the gossip, Zhao Shouren raised his hand and waved:

"Stop chatting, go out and chat later, this is not suitable for chatting."

In such a small room, the steaming water vapor made it difficult to breathe, and the high temperature oppressed every part of the body, making people dizzy and stuffy in the chest. It was really not suitable for chatting.

Shang Jian Yao closed his mouth politely, took a spoonful of water from time to time, and poured it on the red-hot stone.

The two of them just listened to the buzzing sound quietly, as if they were competing for who could last longer in such an environment.

After a while, Zhao Shouren raised his hand and wiped his forehead, then stood up unsteadily:

"It can't be done, I'll faint if I steam it any longer."

Shang Jian Yao showed a smile:

"Then let's go out."

Zhao Shouren immediately opened the door of the steam room and walked to a hot pool not far away.

Shang Jianyao followed closely behind him, following his example, tore off the bath towel around his waist, slipped into the water, and washed away all the feelings he had "steamed" just now.

In just one or two minutes, Zhao Shouren stood up and turned into the cold pool next to him.

He made a "hissing" sound, and his expression became very distorted.

But as he got used to the water temperature, his facial muscles gradually relaxed, and his whole body seemed to be refreshed.

"Brother, there is no tomorrow for this dust, so you have to enjoy it." Zhao Shouren took a towel, wiped his forehead, and said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

Shang Jianyao was also soaking in the cold water pool, looking left and right, as if he felt that everything was very novel.

"You have to go back to the manor in the afternoon?" he asked.

Zhao Shouren nodded:

"There's still enough time, take a nap, wake up and find someone to serve you, then take a shower, have lunch, and go shopping."

Clap, clap, Shang Jianyao applauded for his arrangement.

At the same time, he glanced below the surface of the water.

Zhao Shouren coughed twice, then turned back into the hot pool.

This time, after soaking for only a few minutes, he hurriedly got up and wrapped himself in his big bath towel.

After rushing over the body and changing into a bathrobe, Shang Jianyao saw clearly the appearance of the Zhao family steward:

He should be about 40 years old, with a thin body, rather thin hair, and obvious swelling around the eyes.

After leaving the men's bathroom, the two entered the rest area, each occupying a reclining chair and covering it with a thin quilt.

While chatting, Zhao Shouren closed his eyes, and a snoring sound came out of his nasal cavity.

Shang Jian Yao glanced at him sideways, smiled and took out an item from his bathrobe pocket:

It was a night pearl quietly blooming with turquoise light.

Shang Jianyao held the luminous pearl, his eyes gradually darkened.

"Fate Master"!

"Destiny" from DiMarco!

In Zhao Shouren's "Sea of ​​Origin", Shang Jianyao's figure in a white bathrobe emerged.

On the shimmering sea, there was a faint mist, and islands were hidden faintly, but Zhao Shouren's own consciousness did not manifest.

This is the appearance of the spiritual world of ordinary people who have not entered the "Hall of Stars" and opened the corresponding gate.

Shang Jian Yao immediately divided into nine, and all sat cross-legged in the air.

Immediately afterwards, in the "Sea of ​​Origin" affected by the "Fate Communication", countless waves surged high, and various pictures became larger one after another.

The nine Shang Jianyao began to recall all the memories of Zhao Shouren in recent months, and each was responsible for a share.

A few minutes later, Shang Jianyao, who was holding the small speaker, said in surprise:

"There is a harvest!"

He quickly maximized the scene:

In a room with bookshelves and tables, Zhao Shouren was reporting to a young man who looked a little like Zhao Yide but was not fat at all.

Sitting on the chair behind the young man was a man in a black windbreaker with ordinary features.

With the rest of the bodyguards standing, he looked quite special.

"Why do you think there is a problem with him?"

"Where do you judge that you can find clues here?"

"Are you not allowed to be an awakened person hired with a high salary?"

Three or four of the rest of Shangjian Yao raised their own questions.

Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a small speaker, said with a smile:

"This is part of Jiang Baimian's way of thinking:

"Bold assumptions, careful verification.

"Since this person seems special, let's focus on checking all the fragments of him in Zhao Shouren's memory."

The other eight Shangjian Yao agreed with this.

Soon, with their concerted efforts, all the memory fragments of the man in the black windbreaker were found:

He is the second generation servant who was born and raised in the manor. He was favored by Zhao Zhengqi's second son, Zhao Yixue, and became his personal attendant.

However, one of them, Shang Jianyao, keenly discovered that the man in the black windbreaker was nothing like his parents, and this could not explain why he received special treatment at all.

Shang Jianyao and the others carefully observed the man in the black windbreaker for a while, and found that his complexion was not very good, and he looked rather haggard.

This reminds them of a person at the same time:

False "priest".

……

It's not too difficult to get a car in the initial city, as long as you don't pursue whether it was produced in recent years and how long it can last, there are various models of vehicles for you to choose from.

But if you add the conditions of not having much money, not being able to commit crimes, and having a time limit, it will be more troublesome. At least Long Yuehong and Gnawa can't think of where they should start.

Fortunately, their team has Bai Chen, who knows the original city quite well.

It was after ten o'clock that Bai Chen led them out of the Ugo Hotel and arrived at a place near the Red River in the Green Olive District.

The distance between here and the hotel is not too far, and it only takes ten or twenty minutes to walk, but the houses are getting dilapidated and the roads are narrower.

Sometimes, when Long Yuehong and the others were walking in the streets and alleys, they could touch the outer walls of houses on both sides with their arms fully extended, and the dense wires above them divided the sky in a disorderly manner.

Along the way, the team encountered the most dirty children. The adults either went to the factory area or were busy with other things in their lives. Only a few stayed in this area.

Long Yuehong glanced at the suddenly opened area in front of her eyes and the large number of broken cars parked inside, and asked curiously:

"Is this a place to sell cars?"

After the relic hunters dragged some of the vehicles found in the ruins of the city to the original city, they often didn't have so much time to find the final buyer, and they traded directly with used car dealers.

Although this will definitely cost a lot in terms of price, at least it saves time and cost, and many relic hunters, if they can't sell their harvest today, they will be hungry the next day.

"Yes." Bai Chen answered with a nod.

"But we don't have much money..." Long Yuehong reminded cautiously.

Bai Chen glanced at Gnava, who was carrying a sack, and said calmly:

"You can also rent a car here."

"Rent?" Long Yuehong was a little surprised.

This is not a house, and it cannot be moved away. Ordinary businessmen lack all kinds of technical means in the old world. Isn't it afraid that they will not be able to get it back if they rent it out?

While talking, the three of them entered the row of dilapidated bungalows next to the parking lot, and saw a few Hong'an people with dark brown skin and slightly curly hair chatting behind the wooden platform.

"Rent a car." Without waiting for those people to ask about their purpose, Bai Chen said directly.

"Choose a good vehicle to determine the price." The tallest Hong'an man who was still not as tall as Long Yuehong responded.

Then he emphasized:

"Collateral is also required, otherwise we will lose money if you drive the car out of the city and never come back."

Bai Chen didn't speak, and pointed at Gnawa.

Ah, you want to mortgage Lao Ge here?Such a thought flashed across Long Yuehong in an instant.

In the next second, Gnawa put the sack on his back in front of him, and took out the "Reaper" individual combat bazooka from it.

"Is this okay?" Bai Chen asked.

After looking at each other with his companions, the Hong'an man in charge of receiving the squad nodded and said:

"can."

This kind of heavy weapon is enough to exchange for a broken car of the old world.

"Don't lose it, we still have similar weapons." Bai Chen calmly warned, "And we will replace it with other collateral soon."

"Okay." The man from Hong'an nodded hastily.

The team quickly picked out the needed vehicle. It was a square gray off-road vehicle, and there were traces of later repairs in some places.

After signing the contract at the price of 2 Ore per day, Bai Chen drove back to the Ugo Hotel.

Because some of the roads on the way here were very narrow and vehicles could not pass directly, she had to make a detour.

This allowed them to pass through Westport in the original city.

Ships coming from the upper and lower reaches of the Red River stopped there, loading and unloading supplies.

At this time, Long Yuehong heard several long howling wolves from the streets near the port:

"Ow!"

These cries were not shrill, not ferocious, and did not sound like real wolves. Instead, they carried a bit of sadness and an indescribable feeling.

"This is?" Long Yuehong looked sideways at Bai Chen.

He felt sick all over.