long night fire

Shang Jianyao looked at Long Yuehong, and his tone gradually became gloomy:

"I'm afraid that when you are sleeping, you will suddenly raise your hands and strangle yourself..."

"You read too much old world entertainment materials!" Long Yuehong said so, but she dared not prevent this situation, and opened the bedroom door a little wider with a very honest body.

When he and Bai Chen fell asleep, Jiang Baimian got up and said to Shang Jianyao and Gnawa:

"Let's study the things collected at the scene first."

While speaking, she took out the small sealed bag containing the cigarette butt and put it on the dining table.

——The room rented by the "Old Tune Group" in the Red Giant Wolf District has three bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom.

Gnawa also took out a bunch of packaged items and scanned them around with the red light in his eyes.

"What is this?" Shang Jian Yao swayed and sat down, and lifted a sub-bag.

There are two black pellets inside the bag.

"I analyzed it, it should be cinders." Gnava also pulled the chair and sat down slowly.

Of course, he had to weigh the weight of the old chair and let his feet share some of the weight.

"Where did you find it?" Jiang Baimian also sat down.

Gnava elaborates:

"There were several footprints on bushes and stones, which were breaking off from above.

"These too."

He rolled out another sub bag.

Inside the bag was scorched black soil, which looked ordinary and nothing special.

Before Jiang Baimian could ask, Gnawa explained the reason:

"They are darker than the soil in the forest, and they are not the same as the soil in the southern suburbs. Moreover, I detected a small amount of radiation in them.

"After comparison, more than 90.00% of them may come from the waste soil on the north bank of the Red River."

Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:

"That is to say, after the last time the real 'priest' changed his shoes, he went out of town and went to the North Shore...

"Where did you step on those cinders?"

Talking to herself, she thought of some phenomena she observed when wandering around the original city:

The green olive area often has power outages, and the electricity bill is not low, so the low-level citizens and slaves prefer to use cinder-made "cakes" with holes, low-quality charcoal, and cheap wood to light fires, cook, and keep warm.

This has led to many briquette workshops in many streets near the Red River in the Green Olive District. If you pass by those places, stepping on some cinders is a high probability event.

Similarly, the coal preparation plant on the north bank of the Red River and the original factory area in the western suburbs of the city had similar environments.

"There are too many possibilities." Jiang Baimian answered by himself, "The biggest possibility is that the real 'priest' recently passed by a coal preparation plant on the north bank of the Red River."

Gnava added:

"It is not ruled out that the real 'priest' was stepped on in the Green Olive District. There are many low-level citizens who are part-time relic hunters. They often go in and out of the wasteland on the north bank. It's not too far away."

The same goes for those coal cake workshops.

"You mean, the real 'priest' stepped on it when he was monitoring us?" Jiang Baimian easily understood Gnawa's meaning.

Gnava moved the metal-cast neck up and down:

"It's possible."

"There is another possibility." Shang Jianyao followed closely.

"What is it?" Jiang Baimian wanted to see what magical ideas this guy could come up with.

This might inspire her.

Shang Jian Yao said seriously:

"The real 'Father' may be working at a coal preparation plant in the North Shore wasteland."

"..." Jiang Baimian was speechless at first, then laughed and said, "The 'anti-intellectual religion' has developed to the point that it needs real 'priests', quasi-high-level workers, to support believers who give up thinking?"

"The poor health of the real 'priest' may be due to working too hard." Shang Jianyao further reasoned.

Jiang Baimian imagined the scene and tried his best not to laugh out loud.

The mysterious and dangerous image of the real "priest" collapsed briefly.

Jiang Baimian, Gnawa, and Shang Jianyao discussed for a while about what cinders and scorched earth could represent, but they didn't get a clear direction for the investigation, so they could only decide to spend some time wandering around various suspected locations.

Jiang Baimian frowned slightly when he moved his eyes to the other sub-packaging bags:

"Just now I mentioned that the real 'priest' may have monitored us, otherwise we would not be able to accurately grasp the whereabouts of Xiaobai and Xiaohong, find them in time, and 'hypnotize' them, but I have repeatedly deliberated, and I don't think we have exposed our whereabouts.

"We have paid attention to every link: we didn't go directly to investigate around the manor. When we returned, no matter whether we noticed anything or not, we carefully completed the necessary link of anti-tracking. The shape of our vehicles is relatively common, so there is nothing special about it. ...With the induction and detection abilities of me, you and Shang Jianyao, will the real 'priest' really be quietly followed without any notice?

"The real 'priest' at most knows from Shen Kui's memory that there are a few of us who are investigating the Zhao Family Manor, and find out from some undercover agents in Weed City who spoiled his good deed."

Shang Jianyao once again proposed a possibility:

"Perhaps the one following us is the 'Anti-Intellectual Cult' powerhouse at the level of the 'Mind Corridor'.

"His sensing range is larger than ours, maybe he can still remember the characteristics of different consciousnesses, and he can complete the tracking from a long distance."

Jiang Baimian wanted to laugh a little:

"Theoretically, it is possible, but is it possible for an awakened person at the 'spiritual corridor' level to do this?

"Isn't it enough for him to make a surprise attack directly?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Baimian let out an "uh" because she remembered the existence of Gnawa.

With such an intelligent robot, the awakened raid at the "spiritual corridor" level may not be effective, and maybe they will be beaten violently instead.

Ability to affect robots isn't that common, after all.

Jiang Baimian added:

"What I mean is that most of the abilities of the awakened are weird, weird, and difficult to guard against. When they reach the level of the 'spiritual corridor', they can play us in the palm of our hands without showing up, and let Old Ge even the enemy. We can't even find out, and we can only watch us being affected and in crisis.

"If he doesn't want to sabotage the matter of provoking internal strife in the 'Original City', then he should come forward in person instead of letting the real 'priest' try, so that we become vigilant."

"This may be his price." Shang Jianyao pointed to his head, "Thinking is not normal."

They discussed for a long time, but they didn't think of a reasonable explanation, so they had to continue to check the clues collected from the scene to see what they could gain.

"There are no decisive traces." Jiang Baimian sighed, "I can only hope that the cigarette butt can be tested."

She intends to use the company's intelligence system to find a trustworthy laboratory to complete it, so as to avoid being known by the "anti-intellectual education" to the greatest extent.

In the days that followed, the three of them revised and compiled the introductory teaching material for the gray earth language based on the materials they had printed out earlier.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen woke up, joined the ranks, and stayed busy until evening.

"What to eat?" Long Yuehong put away the papers on the table and raised this eternal question.

"Noodles?" Jiang Baimian said in deliberation, "After staying in the first city for so many days, I suddenly want to eat noodles."

Bai Chen poured cold water on her:

"In the beginning, there were very few places selling noodles in the city, unless you went to the streets where the Huitu people gathered, but most of them were in the Green Olive District."

"We have reserve flour, we can make it ourselves," Gnava said.

"Okay." Shang saw Yao excited.

Not long after, four carbon-based people from the "Old Tune Group" gathered around the dining table, watching Gnava put on a white cloth as an apron, skillfully and accurately knead, knead, grind and cut the dough into noodles.

Although the whole process is not pleasing to the eye, it is absolutely smooth.

"It's amazing." Long Yuehong praised Gnava.

Gnava's eyes flashed red twice:

"I downloaded some cooking videos in Tarnan before, and wanted to be more like a human being. I didn't expect it to come in handy today."

Clap, clap, Shang Jianyao applauded "Chef" Gnava.

Long Yuehong hesitated for a moment, but decided to applaud along with it to boost Lao Ge's confidence.

At this time, Bai Chen was already applauding.

The only one who didn't move was Jiang Baimian, she seemed to be thinking about something.

Shang Jian Yao immediately waved his hand in front of her eyes.

Jiang Baimian suddenly regained consciousness, and said after deliberation:

"I just thought of a place where we might be targeted by the 'anti-intellectual religion'."

"Where?" Bai Chen and Long Yuehong asked at the same time.

Jiang Baimian's expression gradually became serious:

"The residence of General Phocas."

Chapter 53 Hard to Defend

"The mansion of General Phocas..." Long Yuehong asked in confusion, "Why do you say that? Did you encounter any weird things at that time?"

Jiang Baimian shook his head:

"I just listed all the things related to Zhao's Manor, and went through it in my head. In the whole process, we didn't directly contact many people. Zhao Shouren, the steward, Shen Kui, a member of the "Anti-Intellectual Religion", General Phocas and some servants and guards of his mansion.

"And when we were face to face with them, Shang Jianyao and I were vigilant enough to not be negligent, so as not to be monitored, followed, or locked into a residential area without even noticing."

"That's right, why do you think something went wrong in General Phocas' mansion?" Long Yuehong asked.

Jiang Baimian further explained:

"That's where it's most likely to go wrong.

"Isn't it normal to be secretly monitored in the general's mansion? This is a security measure without any problems.

"So, Shang Jianyao and I were not so vigilant in this regard, and cooperated with their work very much. Perhaps, during this process, we were unknowingly given some hints, and we relaxed our self-requirements on the way back. So serious anti-stalking led to the exposure of Xingzang. Well, maybe because it was just a hint, it returned to normal after a sleep, and we completely ignored this aspect of the problem afterwards.

"And that time we didn't bring Lao Ge, there was no intelligent person to fight against this kind of thing.

"Well, I remember that time, after we left the mansion of General Phocas, we first went to the hotel to inquire about the 'no heart disease' epidemic, and then went directly back to the rented house on Iron Medal Street.

"This time we split up and acted from there."

Long Yuehong heard a burst of horror:

"Will this be too exaggerated? Both of you will be unknowingly hinted..."

This "anti-intellectual religion" is too scary, right?

Bai Chen followed suit and seemed to feel that this was not something humans could do.

Jiang Baimian exhaled, and looked sideways at Shang Jianyao:

"Use the 'Fate Bead' to look back at that memory and see if there is any problem with our words and deeds."

The "Fate Orb" is one of the biggest opponents of the "Old Tune Group" against the "Anti-Intellectual Religion".

—The other is Gnava.

Every time something similar happened, Jiang Baimian thanked DiMarco very much.

Shang Jianyao had been listening quietly just now, as if he had entered a state of serious thinking.

He quickly took out the turquoise luminous pearl and held it in his palm.

Compared with the past, the light of this "Fate Orb" is obviously dimmer.

It immediately lit up.

……

In the "Sea of ​​Origin", Shang Jianyao sat cross-legged in the air, divided into nine parts.

The huge waves rushed upwards, and the countless glimmers contained in it expanded and enlarged, freezing into various pictures.

Shang Jianyao was each in charge of an area, and narrowed down the range of memories from visiting General Phocas to returning to Iron Medal Street.

They watched frame by frame, as if considering how to cut these scenes into a movie.