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"Is this also a deformed creature?"

"No, this is my friend, and he should have come to Prime City." Shang Jianyao explained sincerely.

Ugo thought for a moment and said:

"never seen it."

He answered several questions from Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian, without mentioning a single word what happened in the room.

Jiang Baimian accepted it as soon as he was ready, and led Shang Jianyao out of the hotel.

She looked back at the surveillance camera at the door:

"Afterwards, let Lao Ge look through the surveillance video during this period. It would be great if there are pictures of Sleeping Cat, Nightmare Horse or Xiao Chong. Well, he is the most efficient."

"Then what are we going to do?" Shang Jian Yao asked.

Jiang Baimian pointed in one direction and said:

"Go to the home of the first patient of this 'no heart disease' outbreak.

"The first patient is always the most special and often reveals something."

Aisha, the first patient in this "no heart disease" epidemic, lived on the 19th floor of the apartment at No. 4 Strip Street.

Her husband is a longshoreman, and she does not have a regular job, so she undertakes clothing accessories and some parts to subsidize the family, and takes care of her two children by the way.

——In the Green Olive District, there are many similar part-time female workers, mainly in the garment industry, because the production lines of a large number of factories are relatively old and have not been modified, and there are many small accessories for clothing, such as flowers in different parts, special shapes Buttons, etc., need workers to complete with both hands.

It's not complicated, it's just that there are a lot of people. It's not cost-effective for the factory to hire a lot of people for this purpose. On the one hand, there will be a fixed salary every month, and on the other hand, the next batch of clothes may not be needed. This kind of processing may be completed by four or five people equipped with machines.

Therefore, the owners of small and medium-sized garment factories choose to find contractors, and the contractors will distribute the flowers, buttons and other accessories that need to be processed on a piece-by-piece basis, so that women like Aisha who do not have regular jobs The home is complete.

The contractor only needs to do two things. One is to find skilled workers to train Aisha and the others before distribution, and teach them how to do it. The other is to pay part of the fees to the corresponding gangsters, so as to prevent people from being destroyed and to use They intimidated those non-full-time female workers to prevent them from selling the materials they handed out, asking for money or life.

Strip Street is not far from Ugo Hotel, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao arrived at the destination in only 5 minutes, and entered the apartment on the 19th.

It's very humid here, winter is chilly to the bone marrow, summer is like a large steamer, fortunately, it's not the hottest months now, it just makes Jiang Baimian feel a little stuffy.

Along the stairs with mottled handrails, the two came to the fourth floor and knocked on the door of Aisha's house.

"Who?" A young boy's voice came from behind the dark red wooden door with many scratches and peeling paint.

There was unabashed vigilance in his tone.

Shang Jian Yao replied solemnly:

"I said I came to make friends with you, do you believe me?"

"No." The little boy behind the door replied without hesitation.

Jiang Baimian had already thought of an excuse, and said with a soft smile:

"We are relic hunters, the adventurers in the story, we are investigating a strange cat, and I want to ask you if you have seen it."

"What kind of cat..." came out a more immature little girl's voice.

The little boy hastily interrupted her:

"Don't talk to strangers. Dad said that there are bad people outside and will sell us! Only when he comes back can he open the door."

The little girl made no sound.

Jiang Baimian took advantage of the situation and asked:

"What about your mother? She's not home?"

At this moment, she suddenly blamed herself a little, feeling that she was exposing the child's wound.

The two children behind the door were silent for a while before the little boy answered:

"My father said that my mother was sick and went to a far away place, and she will not come back until she recovers."

Huh... Jiang Baimian let out a breath, ready to ask questions.

At this time, Shang Jianyao asked instead of her:

"Did you see how your mother got sick?"

The little boy's tone became very low:

"I saw..."

"Did she get sick at home?" Shang Jianyao asked.

The little boy took on a bit of crying:

"No. That day, she went to Aunt Anna's house to make flowers, and she hadn't come back by noon. Xi Ya and I waited for her, and we were so hungry...

"Later we heard voices in the street, so we went to the window to look out, and then saw my mother, her eyes were red, she kept shouting, she was very sick..."

Both Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao already knew about the subsequent developments—Aisha injured several people, avoided being chased by security officers all the way, and was shot to death near Rabe Street.

Shang Jianyao asked again:

"Are there any flowers around her?"

"No." The little boy answered first, and then emphasized, "I can't talk to you anymore!"

Shang Jian Yao took out a few "Ralphie" candies and put them in the gap at the bottom of the door:

"Thank you for your answers, this is your reward.

"This kind of sugar will make you have a little diarrhea, you can't eat more, you will get sick."

When he was talking, Jiang Baimian also squatted down and picked up three of the "Ralphie" candies.

She shook her head at Shang Jianyao, pressed her voice very hard and said:

"If the children here have no resistance to candy, they will definitely eat more."

She immediately smiled at the closed door:

"One person only has one, don't grab it."

She stuffed two "Ralphie" candies in one by one, confirming that they were taken by the little boy and the little girl respectively.

"I'll just lick it a few times, won't I have diarrhea?" The little girl asked innocently.

"I don't know too well, why don't you wait for your father to come back and ask him?" Jiang Baimian kept the tone of talking to children.

The little boy's "hmmmm" voice was a bit loud.

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao got up one after another and left Aisha's house.

"From Aisha's son's answer, she should have gotten the batch of handmade flowers that needed to be made before she got sick..." Jiang Baimian analyzed while walking down the stairs.

This is because Aisha's house is not far from the subcontractor Anna's house, and the walk does not exceed 15 minutes. Even if the training time is counted, she must have gone back before the onset of the disease-the result of the sheriff's investigation is also the same.

And judging from the fact that the batch of handmade flowers were not scattered around her, there is a high probability that she suddenly suffered from "unintentional disease" on the way back.

On this point, the sheriff in charge of this matter did not investigate clearly, it seems that because the batch of handmade flowers were all picked up by passers-by, it was impossible to determine the exact location of Aisha's "unintentional disease".

Having said that, Jiang Baimian suddenly turned around and glanced at the door of Aisha's house.

She sighed and said:

"'Wuxin disease' broke out, and after she turned into a beast, she still leaned here all the way..."

Shang Jian Yao did not respond.

Jiang Baimian quickly adjusted his state:

"We will simulate Aisha's route later to see where we will pass by. Now let's visit the residents on the floors below. These are the people Aisha might meet when she goes out."

"It could be someone from above who happened to meet Aisha in the corridor." Shang Jianyao helped to perfect the details as usual in group discussions.

This time, his thinking was not so jumpy.

"Yeah." Jiang Baimian exhaled again, "Then let's all pay a visit."

For more than half an hour after that, they knocked on doors from house to house and met all kinds of residents.

There is a relic hunter who was injured on an adventure in the wasteland on the north shore; a family where the husband is busy in the factory and the wife is a part-time street girl; there is an empty room at this time; A couple who did not obtain citizenship and lived a very hard life; there is a middle-aged man who is full of illnesses due to long-term drinking of untreated water and eating red river fish, and his relatives have died...

In the end, the two things fixed in Jiang Baimian's mind are:

Narrow, dark stairs; no one over 50.

"Let's go." Jiang Baimian left the apartment first.

She and Shang Jianyao followed Aisha's possible route to the subcontractor Anna's house. Along the way, they were like real sheriffs, asking the residents on both sides, trying to make sure Aisha's illness Place.

After patient investigation, the two probably locked an area.

The seven or eight-storey apartments here are built one after another, "squeezing" the street quite narrow.

Jiang Baimian raised his head and looked to both sides, then casually asked Shang Jianyao:

"Do you have any idea?"

Shang Jianyao replied seriously:

"Wait for the power outage."

Chapter 77 Clinic

On Antana Street, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen walked forward step by step.

The two returned to the safe house, and after Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao returned, they discussed for a while and continued to work separately.

This time, Gnava was driving a gray jeep, waiting outside Antana Street, and was responsible for the reception.

——After killing “Father”, the “Old Tuning Group” returned the red off-road vehicle to the car rental company, found another one, and bought a new one.

Antana Street is full of illegally built houses. The originally relatively spacious street was squeezed to the point where two small cars can barely parallel each other, and it was quite dark.

Long Yuehong just glanced at it casually, and through the glasses without lenses, she saw the protruding balcony, the bamboo poles drying clothes, the attached room that cut off the crosswalk, and the man swaggering past with a weapon in hand.

——He bought the pair of glasses on Rabe Street. It was picked up by a relic hunter from the ruins of a certain city on the North Shore wasteland. Only the frame remained, and they were very cheap.

Anyway, for Long Yuehong, who has good eyesight, this is just a disguise prop, and it doesn't need to be too good.

"Just passing by, I really can't tell that this is a black street where you can buy everything." Long Yuehong looked back and said with emotion.

Although there are also gun shops, bars, casinos and other things here, they are not illegal in the original city. As long as they do not sell heavy weapons, psychotropic drugs and alcoholic beverages produced by non-designated companies, and do not illegally detain debtors, they are legal. It will not be seized by the "Hand of Order", at most it will be an extra hard fee to the magistrate.

——In the years before the new calendar, in order to ensure the food supply, the "First City" issued a ban on alcohol and strictly enforced it.At the beginning, many gangsters fought fiercely to compete for the channel of private brewing spirits. In the past ten years, the Prohibition Act has been relaxed a lot, allowing designated companies to purchase grain to brew alcoholic beverages.

Bai Chen pulled the thin scarf around her neck:

"It's a tribute to the sheriff who is in charge of the surrounding neighborhood."

Long Yuehong nodded, pointed to the shops on both sides and said:

"Are we going to ask questions in turn?"

Both he and Bai Chen carried a printed portrait of Han Wanghuo.

This is Gnawa's scan of Jiang Baimian's portrait of Han Wanghuo, and after revising the details, it is almost identical to the real person.

Bai Chen shook her head and explained briefly:

"Here, if you don't find the right person, you won't be able to ask anything, and you may even become the target of blackmail and deception by some people."

"That's it..." While Long Yuehong learned it again, she felt that if Shang Jianyao was here, he would definitely say "Wouldn't this be a good thing".

Can make a fortune again!

He followed Bai Chen all the way to a gun shop that didn't even have a signboard.

The owner of the gun shop is an old man with a gray beard who is seriously maintaining a "United 202" pistol.

"Old Reggie, are you still alive?" Bai Chen switched to the state of the former relic hunter.

Old Reggie raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at her and said:

"Maybe you're dead, but I'm still alive."

Bai Chen took out Han Wanghuo's portrait and slapped it on the table:

"Ever met this man?"

Old Reggie let out a "huh":

"Next time I ask this kind of thing again, I will charge you."