long night fire

Chapter 117 That Person

"Live?" Waite blurted out, before Long Yuehong.

In the ruins of this city, encountering living people who do not belong to the team and do not know them is much more weird and terrifying than encountering dead people, "unintentional people", and deformed creatures.

Long Yuehong thought so too.

Holding his shotgun, Flinton recalled:

"That street is similar to this side, dirty, messy and smelly, and it hasn't been cleaned for many years.

"There's a bench by the side of the road, and there's a man sitting on it, he, he's a gray man, in what's called a formal suit in the old world, woolen, gray, with black stripes.

"He looks less than 30 years old, his hair is combed back neatly, and he wears glasses with round frames and relatively small frames on his face."

"It doesn't look like anything special..." Long Yuehong said after deliberation.

When you meet such a person, even in such a dangerous ruin, you should not directly treat them as monsters. Maybe you should try to talk to them and see if they are friendly and can cooperate.

"He's really nothing special, except that he's still alive." Flinton breathed out, "But there's a huge boa constrictor coiled on the tree behind him. The boa constrictor's eyes are big and round, like two searchlights. It's like being filled with blood... Its upper body hangs down, resting on the back of the bench, like that person's guard...

"This is not the scariest thing, I, I saw that giant white wolf, it just, it squatted next to that man!"

At this moment, Jiang Baimian, Wang Fugui and the others suddenly had a name in their minds:

Wu Meng!

Wu Meng, the owner of the "Tao and Electrical Maintenance" radio station!

Didn't it mean that if you don't get close to the radio station for one kilometer and don't carry electronic products, you'll be fine?Didn't it mean that he was sealed up?Why are you still wandering in the street?That direction was completely different from the location of the radio station, it must have been more than two kilometers away... Long Yuehong felt Fei Lintong's panic at that time, and felt it more deeply than the other party.

After all, Fei Lintong should not know about the "Tao and Electrical Maintenance" radio station, and he doesn't know how weird and terrifying Wu Meng is.

"The man was reading the newspaper at the time and was very attentive, but both the white wolf and the boa constrictor looked at me." Flinton continued, "I was terrified, and ran towards this side while calling for help."

You can already see them. With Wu Meng's ability, it should be very easy to control you. How could you let him escape?Jiang Baimian frowned slightly, noticing something unusual.

There are two explanations for this. One is that Fei Lintong was let go on purpose. In fact, he has been secretly influenced by Wu Meng, and he is waiting for the critical moment to fatally mislead the eight people here. The second is that it is not true. Wu Meng, but the images he created with the help of some kind of electronic products.

Combining the information given by the company and what Galoran said just now, Jiang Baimian is more inclined to the latter.

Otherwise, with the strength and level shown by Wu Meng, there is no need to use such a complicated plan, just come here directly.

Inclinations belong to inclinations, but Jiang Baimian did not dare to be careless in the actual handling.

She didn't discuss the strange man with Flinton, and asked solemnly:

"Do you have any electronics on you?"

Flinton was stunned for a moment:

"No.

"What do you ask this for?"

What's the question?

"It's fine if you don't have one." Jiang Baimian explained casually, "Electronic products are a dangerous medium here."

"Really?" Although Flinton couldn't understand, he had also seen the giant white wolf control the group of relic hunters before, so he was dubious about it, and he didn't ask why after getting an affirmative answer.

Compared with this, he is more concerned about another thing:

"Where is this place, you seem to know each other very well?

"Is there another exit?"

"Wasteland No. 13 Ruins." Wang Fugui answered concisely.

"Ah?" Flinton's pupils suddenly dilated.

Few of the relic hunters based in Primordial City have never heard of the wasteland No. 13 relic and its related rumors, unless he just arrived here and plans to settle down.

Therefore, Flinton was a little stupid for a while.

Jiang Baimian didn't do anything to appease him, he glanced at the direction where Fei Lintong was escaping, and said after deliberation:

"Let's go back, take a short detour, and continue to collect supplies on the way."

"Okay!" Waite was ahead of Long Yuehong again.

For him, today is another bumper harvest, and there is really no need to explore further and take unnecessary risks.

Others have no objection.

From what they said just now, Flinton heard that this group of people seemed to have a way out, and the whole person became much more stable.

When walking back step by step in a tactical formation, Jiang Baimian smiled and said to Feilin:

"You have also seen that the giant white wolf can control humans and turn them into puppets. For everyone's safety, to confirm whether you are the real person and whether you have been affected, I have to ask you a few questions."

"You know me?" Fei Lintong asked in surprise, hearing the meaning hidden in Jiang Baimian's words.

Jiang Baimian answered in a rather awkward way:

"Know people who know you.

"Well, first question, what's your name?"

"Flinton." Flinton replied frankly.

"Second question, do you know a sect that worships mirrors?" Jiang Baimian stepped into the topic.

Hearing these words, Wang Fugui and Gray also looked at Fei Lintong.

"Yes." Flinton suddenly realized, "Are you friends of Terence?"

He remembered that he only mentioned this matter to a few people including Terence, and among these few people, Terence had the most friends.

"No, he is our creditor." Shang Jian Yao's face was heavy.

But this creditor often trembled, afraid of being killed by the debtor... Long Yuehong laughed in her heart that Shang Jianyao's current performance was too vigorous.

Flinton didn't ask how much they owed, but thought about it and said:

"I do know that sect. Well, I know a member of their sect, and I am more familiar with him. He wanted to develop me into a sect some time ago."

"What's his name and where does he live?" Jiang Baimian asked as he walked slowly and looked around vigilantly.

"His name is Smith." Flinton had no choice but to bow his head under the eaves. Flinton had no intention of hiding it for his friend. "He lives in Room 9, No. 503, Harley Street, Jinmaisui District."

Shang Jian Yao immediately asked:

"Do you know what their communion is?"

Flinton shook his head blankly.

"No wonder you haven't joined them yet." Shang saw Yao's face and I understand your expression very well.

"Which Zhi Sui does their sect worship?" Jiang Baimian asked.

Flinton shook his head again:

"They don't seem to worship Zhisui, but mirrors. They always tell me 'the new world is on the other side of the mirror', and they also say 'you are looking at the people in the mirror, and the people in the mirror are also looking at you'. It makes me feel awkward every time I look in the mirror, and even a little scared..."

Shang Jianyao listened with great interest, as if he had learned a new mantra.

After Fei Lintong finished speaking, Jiang Baimian winked at Shang Jianyao, and raised his right thumb and middle finger.

This represents a predetermined plan, which means going up to "make" friends or "persuade" each other to eliminate hidden dangers.

Although Fei Lintong has behaved normally and his words and deeds are reasonable up to now, but he has been in the ruins of Wasteland No. 13 for too many days, and Jiang Baimian dare not be careless at all.

Shang Jianyao immediately smiled at Flinton:

"Don't mind us asking so many questions, look: this is the ruins of Wasteland No. 13; everyone must tell each other frankly, unite as one, and eliminate distrust in order to ensure their own safety to the greatest extent; so..."

These are words that can stand the test, Flinton nodded while listening, Wang Fugui, Waite and the others didn't think there was any mystery hidden in it.

When the word "so" was uttered, Flinton's expression suddenly twisted, as if it was covered with a layer of haze.

His lips moved a few times, and he said in a low voice:

"The more dangerous it is, the more risky it is. As the saying goes, the movement of the Tao is also..."

Chapter 118 Tendency

Fei Lintong's voice echoed in the street, and Long Yuehong got goosebumps all over his body when he heard it.

Subconsciously, he wanted to move the muzzle of his gun, aim at the relic hunter, and give the opponent a shuttle to stop any subsequent words that might be spoken.

He was fast, Shang Jian Yao was even faster, he strode over with one stride, swung his fist, and punched Flinton behind the ear.

boom!

Flinton rolled his eyes white, fell to the ground, and passed out directly.

Jiang Baimian then turned his head sideways, and said to Long Yuehong, Bai Chen and the others:

"Immediately review my status to see if I have the adventurous impulse to stay longer, to come here to collect supplies for a long time, and to solve the mystery of the radio station."

Long Yuehong's heart tightened, and she hurriedly began to reflect on herself.

He shook his head quickly:

"No."

At this moment, he can't wait to leave the wasteland No. 13 ruins in the next second.

"No." Bai Chen answered accordingly.

"Not only did I not want to take risks, but I also planned to evacuate." Waite said he was only frightened.

Wang Fugui, Fars and Gray didn't dare to neglect, they also examined themselves and shook their heads.

"Phew, it seems that Wu Meng's influence can't be transmitted through the language of the affected." Jiang Baimian breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to Shang Jianyao, "Check Fei Lintong and see what items he has on him."

Shang Jian Yao squatted down quickly, and found a stack of banknotes, a pile of coins, a pistol, four or five loaded magazines, a lighter, and a pair of shotgun ammunition from Flinton’s pocket and other places. A small cloth bag, a few expired compressed biscuits, an old world thermos with a lot of water, and a neatly folded newspaper.

"Newspaper?" Jiang Baimian glanced at it, and felt that among these items, the least "communicable" and most likely to have problems was the newspaper stacked to the size of a block of tofu.

After all, Flinton was nothing like the kind of person who would read newspapers in a dangerous situation.

She reached out to take it, looked carefully for a few seconds, and found that the outermost part was the front page, the part with the name of the newspaper:

The Fah Post

The paper of this newspaper has turned yellow, but it is not so fragile that it will fall apart if touched.

Jiang Baimian quickly browsed through the news folded on the outer layer, only sure that it should be left over from the old world, but did not find anything worthy of attention.

This is not a good time for serious research. She took the newspaper and said to Shang Jianyao:

"Shove it back on him and wake him up."

Not long after, Fei Lintong opened his eyes, which were blank.

He doesn't seem to remember who he was attacked by.

When he got up, Jiang Baimian asked solemnly:

"You just had something unusual."

"Abnormal?" Flinton asked in horror.

Jiang Baimian did not answer, but shook the newspaper in his hand:

"Do you remember it?"

Flinton frowned and looked carefully for a while:

"I'm a little impressed, but not too deep. I should have seen it somewhere here."

"We found it from you." Shang Jianyao told the truth in the tone of telling a ghost story.

Flinton's pupils suddenly dilated:

"how come?"

Jiang Baimian thought for a while and asked a new question:

"How long have you been here?"

"It's been more than ten days..." Flinton recalled.

"Ten days, even on foot, is enough for you to cross the city and leave in the opposite direction, but why are you still not far from the entrance of the cave?" Jiang Baimian asked, staring into Fei Lintong's eyes road.