long night fire

Shang Jian Yao walked over immediately, with an expression of wanting to check whether the other party could be rescued, Jiang Baimian, Gnawa and Bai Chen followed behind.

Long Yuehong was stunned for a second, then quickly chased after her.

"Jumped from the hotel window." "It should have been a suicide..." The relic hunters watching at that place shared what they saw and their judgments.

After passing them, Long Yuehong's eyes suddenly widened.

The man lying on the ground was not breathing, his blue eyes were wide open, and his blond hair was stained with bright red blood.

Fars!

This is Fars of the Lone Hunter Team!

Explore the Fars of Wasteland 13 with the "Old Tune Team"!

When the adventure was over and everyone returned safely, he chose to jump and fell himself to death.

At this moment, Long Yuehong's mind was filled with the hunters who committed suicide in the wasteland No. 13 ruins.

Five of them committed suicide by jumping off the building in this way.

Now it's Fars, who will be next... Long Yuehong was terrified for a moment.

In the next second, Jiang Baimian said in a deep voice:

"Hey and I went to find Wang Fugui, Lao Ge, you went to Gray and Flinton, and Xiaobai and Xiaohong went to Waite to make sure they were all right. Also, look at each other on the way, and don't ignore strange behavior."

Among them, only Gnawa, the intelligent robot who did not enter the ruins of Wasteland No. 13, was definitely not affected.

"Okay!" Shang Jianyao replied immediately.

Drumming, bang bang bang, the five members of the "Old Tune Group" were divided into three groups, rushed into the main building of the castle, and rushed to the camp hotel on the fourth floor.

……

boom!

Shang Jianyao directly knocked open Wang Fugui's door.

Facing the east, Wang Fugui, who raised his hands like an eagle spreading its wings, was startled, and rolled to the side like a reflex.

Clap, clap, Shang Jianyao applauded and praised:

"Very experienced."

"What's wrong?" Wang Fugui was surprised and suspicious.

While the guy doesn't seem normal, it's pretty abnormal to be so abnormal right now.

"Fars committed suicide by jumping off the building." Jiang Baimian said in a deep voice.

Wang Fugui's eyelids moved, and his pupils suddenly enlarged.

"What about the others?" he blurted out.

"Not sure yet." Jiang Baimian was waiting for Gnawa, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong to report the situation through the walkie-talkie.

……

In another room, Gnawa imitated Shang Jianyao and slammed open the wooden door.

Gray inside is dancing around the fire by the lamplight on a hot summer night.

Feeling the movement, he stopped suddenly, raised his head, and looked towards the door.

At the same time, he assumed a dodge forward posture.

He has no sense of human consciousness, so he is not prepared to fight back.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the robot with red eyes twitching its limbs and dancing.

"..." Gray looked dumbfounded.

Gnava finished the simple dance and explained:

"Hey, politeness is reciprocity."

"Yes, what's the matter?" Gray asked in a daze.

Gnava replied in a slightly synthetic baritone:

"Fals committed suicide by jumping off the building."

"What?" Gray was terrified.

……

The entrance to Waite's room, which has been fruitful.

While Long Yuehong was hesitating, Bai Chen raised her right foot and kicked it towards the lock.

With a bang, the door bounced back.

What caught Long Yuehong's eyes was bright red, and Waite was lying in a pool of blood, his face extremely pale, and he was already in a dying state.

There was a dagger stuck in his chest, judging from the oblique angle, he should have done it with his right hand.

He also committed suicide.

Long Yuehong felt a chill rushing up from the bottom of her heart, but instinctively rushed over to check on Waite's injury habitually, while Bai Chen looked around and picked up the walkie-talkie.

At this time, Waite seemed to see Long Yuehong, and opened his mouth, but failed to make a sound.

He moved his right hand lazily, pointing to a place on the side.

It was the table that came with the hotel room, and on it was a piece of paper pressed with a ballpoint pen.

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Long Yuehong reached out to pick up the piece of paper, and quickly scanned it:

"Bag #1 is for Johnny's wife.

"Bag 2 is for Donovan's parents.

"Bag 3 is for John Lees' son.

"Bag 4 is for Imoen's family."

This is a simple allocation scheme.

Long Yuehong took the paper, walked back to Waite, and squatted down.

Bai Chen, who had already reported the situation to Jiang Baimian, shook his head at him:

"It can't be saved."

Even if Waite is injected with non-card biological agents now, given his massive blood loss, without enough suitable blood supplements, it will only allow him to last two or three minutes longer, which is not very meaningful.

However, the non-cards carried by the "Old Tune Group" were limited, and if they could not be wasted, Bai Chen naturally didn't want to waste them.

Thinking of Waite's timid and cautious appearance in the ruins, Long Yuehong felt a little sad for a moment.

He hurriedly said to Waite:

"You want us to help you bring this harvest to your companion's family?"

Hearing these words, Werther's face, whose eyes were already lax, glowed with a little brilliance.

He nodded very hard, and there was an inaudible sound in his throat.

Long Yuehong lowered her head, leaned over, and finally heard what Waite was saying clearly.

"Thanks...thanks..." Waite's voice stopped abruptly, and he tilted his head to one side.

Long Yuehong stared at it for a few seconds, then heaved a long sigh.

He stood up slowly, checked the room with Bai Chen, and found five small cloth bags from Waite's carry-on bag, four of which were labeled, numbered from one to four.

Each of these cloth bags contains a lot of gold ornaments, special alloys, and folded technical materials, except for the one that is not labeled, the weight is almost the same.

And the one without the label has the least amount of items.

"He probably sorted this out after he came back." Long Yuehong sighed, "At that time, he never thought that he would 'suicide' at all."

Bai Chen looked around, did not respond to his companion's emotion, and simply said:

"No clues."

Long Yuehong looked back at Waite's body and the big pool of blood, and sighed again.

……

Where the "Old Tune Group" parked, the surviving Wang Fugui, Gray and Jiang Baimian gathered together.

— Flinton also committed suicide by hanging himself with a belt.

"Why are only Waite, Fars and Flinton 'suicide', but we have nothing to do?" Long Yuehong expressed his puzzlement.

If it wasn't for the "Old Tune Group" and nothing happened, he would have wondered whether Wang Fugui or Gray was playing tricks.

In the next second, Shang Jianyao answered Long Yuehong's question:

"Why do you think we're fine?"

Long Yuehong was horrified when he heard that, and looked left and right, and found that everyone had serious expressions on their faces.

Except Gnawa.

He has no expression.

Is this because we haven't had time for something to happen?But, but when were we affected, there was no sign at all... Long Yuehong calmed down the turmoil in her heart by exhaling.

After a long time, Jiang Baimian sighed:

"As expected of the wasteland No. 13 ruin..."

In the whole matter, apart from being affected a little at the beginning, which caused them to conduct two subsequent explorations, at other times, Jiang Baimian thought that what he did was good enough, leaving no mistakes, and avoided all the risks that could be imagined. Even so, they unknowingly went to "death".

None of them could tell what would have happened to them if it hadn't been for the deaths of Waite, False, and Flinton that woke them up.

"None of us are within one kilometer range of the radio station." Bai Chen was also puzzled.

The company gave very accurate figures.

Wang Fugui and Gray looked at each other, and slowly shook their heads, expressing that they did not realize when they were influenced by Wu Meng.

After all, none of them had heard hints of suicide.

Shang Jianyao clenched his right fist and punched his left palm:

"I understand!"

Wang Fugui and Gray looked at him suddenly, with subconscious expectations.

Jiang Baimian was also looking forward to it, wanting to see what unusual reason this guy could come up with.

That might inspire her.

Shang Jian Yao said seriously:

"Within a certain range, all electronic products that can still be used are clones of Wu Meng.

"As we explored, he was always with us, everywhere."

Jiang Baimian was slightly surprised when he heard that:

"Maybe……"

She remembered sensing an electric buzz from a loudspeaker in a roadside mall.

"He quietly influenced us through those electronic products, without using words to induce him?" Gray didn't quite believe it.

Judging from Wu Meng's previous performance, in addition to speaking a "Tao" at the beginning, he also needs to rely on language to complete the final manipulation.

"It's not impossible. That way is more subtle, and the effect will not be so obvious. It will take a long time to achieve what Wu Meng wants." Wang Fugui said after deliberation.

Jiang Baimian immediately added:

"That's why he used words to lure us into the ruins again and again."

"This..." Long Yuehong suddenly felt that things were connected.

Bai Chen looked at the tactical backpack behind Jiang Baimian, and said as if he understood something:

"That newspaper also deliberately left clues for us, wanting us to go to the ruins again?