long night fire

Jiang Baimian's long-term performance made him feel that Ding Ling's speculation was correct.

"With this intention, you must know how to avoid suspicion when you are new here." Jiang Baimian admitted frankly.

Crackling, bang bang, Shang Jianyao and Gnawa applauded at the same time.

Shang Jianyao then turned his head to the side and said to Gnava:

"You can't hide how human you are!"

"I think I understand a little bit more about the world." Gnava replied honestly.

The conversation between the two made Bai Chen want to turn his head and look aside, pretending not to know them, but Ding Ling and her subordinates didn't care much. After all, Wubei is one of the core cities of the "Salvation Army", and there is no shortage of robots. They have seen But the kind that can talk cross talk with human partners.

Cross talk is an art of the old world, and it has been preserved in some places dominated by Huitu people. "The Salvation Army" and "Pangaea" are in this ranks.

"It's good." Ding Ling praised Jiang Baimian's thoughts, "There were many foreign relic hunters who didn't understand this principle, so we sent them out of the country, or sent them to court and sentenced them to hard labor."

Is this an implied warning?Long Yuehong is always full of ideas.

Before Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao could respond, Ding Ling said with a smile:

"I missed your canned food at noon, and I will treat you to a meal with Wubei characteristics in the evening."

"Okay, okay!" Shang Jian Yao was not polite at all.

When the sun was setting, Ding Ling exchanged a pile of firewood from the settlement, borrowed an iron pot, an aluminum basin, and a spoon, and began to prepare dinner.

She first poured a lot of flour into the aluminum basin, then put water, sugar and other things into it, stirred them into a paste, then heated up the pan, took a small piece of lard and wiped the side of the pan back and forth.

After completing these preparations, Ding Ling scooped up the white paste in the aluminum pot with a metal spoon, and poured it on the inner edge of the iron pot.

In the sizzling sound, each spoonful of white paste spread out into a thin cake.

Ding Ling mastered the heat skillfully, and turned the pancakes over after a certain time.

The sweet and seductive smell gradually permeated, causing Shang Jian Yao Gulu to swallow his saliva.

After both sides were baked, a male member of the "Salvation Army" who was waiting next to him picked up the pancakes one by one and put them in each lunch box.

After such a round after round, everyone was allocated six or seven pies.

Jiang Baimian resisted not eating, and signaled to the team members, especially Shang Jianyao, not to worry, after all, Ding Ling is still busy.

After the last round of baking, there was still some batter left in the aluminum pot. Ding Ling added a lot of water, stirred it, and poured it into the pot.

It didn't take long for a pot of fragrant shabu-shabu soup to be cooked.

After everyone received half a lunch box of soup, Ding Ling took out some canned meat and boiled them in the pot.

"If those of us who do physical work eat cakes instead of meat, we won't be able to get enough." She smiled and said to Jiang Baimian and the others, "Eat, everyone."

Shang Jian Yao couldn't wait to pick up a pancake and stuff it into his mouth.

Long Yuehong followed closely behind.

After one bite, he felt that the cake was soft, glutinous and elastic, and when he chewed it carefully, there was the fragrance of flour and the sweetness of sugar, and he couldn't stop it at all.

After wolfing down a piece of cake, Long Yuehong buried herself in a mouthful of shabu-shabu soup.

He felt that it was not greasy at all, just like clear water with the aroma of wheat and a little sweetness.

"Not bad, what's it called?" Jiang Baimian raised his head and asked.

Ding Ling smiled and said:

"Wu Bei calls this a potside stall."

"Your craftsmanship is really good!" Shang Jian Yao praised.

The 24-year-old female under Ding Ling nodded in agreement:

"Yes, Team Ding often cooks himself to improve our meals."

"Learn from others!" Shang Jianyao said to Jiang Baimian with his head turned sideways.

Jiang Baimian raised his left hand expressionlessly to stop the subsequent noise.

After eating and drinking enough, the "Old Tune Group" rushed to clean up, and the main force was Shang Jianyao appointed by Jiang Baimian.

At this moment, Bai Chen discovered that the relic hunters who had followed the clues to find the two traitors had returned to this settlement one after another.

Ding Ling walked over, found someone at random and asked:

"Any gains?"

The relic hunter glanced at her black uniform and corresponding epaulets, and replied with a little fear:

"Yes, we found the two traitors and killed one. Seeing that he couldn't escape, the other committed suicide by swallowing a gun."

Although the relic hunters who belonged to the "Salvation Army" always laughed at the old-fashioned and conservative regular army, they still dare not make mistakes when they really encounter it, unless their families have a relatively good background.

"They're all dead?" Ding Ling frowned slightly, "What did they find?"

The relic hunter replied:

"No so-called important military supplies were found, only some cans, biscuits, energy bars, bullets, and lighters."

Seeing that Ding Ling's expression was still serious, he added another sentence:

"Most of these are from Wubei. They may have been to Wubei and got some supplies from the black market."

"Then someone should be held accountable!" Ding Ling muttered.

It seems that those important military supplies have been lost... If they can't be found later, there will probably be a chain reaction... Since his hearing recovered, Jiang Baimian has been able to complete the task of secretly listening in.

There was nothing to say all night, and at [-] o'clock the next morning, the "Old Tune Team" followed Ding Ling's mountain bike and continued to drive to Wubei.

After nearly nine hours, around four o'clock in the afternoon, they finally arrived at this refurbished city on the banks of the Moonscale River, backed by a nuclear power plant.

The overall appearance of the city is very close to that of the old world, but there are not so many high-rise buildings, and the color and shape of the buildings are relatively monotonous.

With Ding Ling around, Jiang Baimian and the others passed the inspection at several intersections very smoothly and entered the city.

Suddenly, Shang Jianyao pointed out the window, saying "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"" with a look of excitement on his face.

What the hell?Jiang Baimian followed and found two strangely dressed people passing by in the side alley.

They are all dressed in ordinary, dusty clothes, and the strange thing is that they all wear an aluminum pot for boiling water and stewing vegetables on their heads, which makes people wonder how they can see the road ahead.

The two disappeared at the end of the alley very quickly, and Shang Jianyao seemed eager to catch up and have a chat.

After Ding Ling parked the green mountain bike in front of a rather imposing ten-story building, Shang Jianyao hurriedly got off the car and asked who the citizens were from just now.

Ding Ling frowned:

"That's a bunch of psychopaths!"

Chapter 144 Immigration Department

"Psychopathy?" Not only was Shang Jianyao not disappointed, but his eyes lit up, "The correct way to say it should be psychopathy."

Ding Ling waved his hand:

"Get used to it.

"In short, their brains are not normal, so don't worry about them."

Shang Jianyao persevered and asked:

"How abnormal is it?"

Seeing that Xue Shiyue and others were also interested in this question, Ding Ling simply explained:

"They have a problem with their brains. In my words, they have some kind of persecution paranoia. They always feel that someone wants to harm them and control them."

"What's the reason?" Shang Jian Yao was quite curious.

Ding Ling pointed to the left chest:

"Scared by 'no heart disease'.

"They suspect that most of the members of the 'Materials Coordination Committee' have become depraved, colluded with certain forces lurking in the dark that caused the destruction of the old world, and secretly used brain control devices to influence everyone, making everyone obey without knowing it, Even thinking is no longer free."

The brain control device...is really sick...Long Yuehong has only seen similar things in old world entertainment materials.

Ding Ling continued:

"And once someone finds something is wrong and has the idea of ​​resistance, his thinking ability will be wiped out, leaving only biological instinct, that is, becoming an 'unintentional person'.

"Well, that's how they explain the cause of 'no heart disease'."

Brain control device, mind erasure, "no heart disease"... Jiang Baimian had to admit that the members of the "Salvation Army" really had a wide range of thinking.

And their theory sounds like that, and it cannot be completely denied.

Because the internal logic of this statement is self-consistent, but whether there is such a thing as a brain control device is another matter, and now no one has investigated the source of the "innocent disease" and can give a strong rebuttal, even the "old The investigation group” itself, only thinks that this has something to do with the “new world” and “darkness” and lacks sufficient evidence.

"That's it..." Shang Jian Yao looked like he was about to be persuaded, "Then why did they wear aluminum pots on their heads?"

Ding Ling said not too sure:

"Probably the brain controller controls the operation of the human brain by affecting the brain waves. Only by placing the entire head under the protection of the aluminum pot can we maintain freedom of thought and see the truth of the world clearly.

"So, they wear aluminum pans at any time, even when they sleep at night."

Sure enough, there is a mental problem... Long Yuehong confirmed again.

Shangjian Yao clapped his hands:

"What a performance art!

"and……"

He looked sideways at Gnava:

"This is the same as the essence of wearing an electromagnetic shielding suit."

"Indeed." Gnava was very honest.

Hearing this, Long Yuehong shuddered, and hurriedly asked:

"Then do any of them suffer from 'no heart disease'?"

"There must be." Ding Ling replied very simply.

Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief, annoyed that she was once again fooled by Shang Jianyao indiscriminately.

Bai Chen thought about this matter from another angle:

"In your 'Salvation Army' style, why would you allow these people to walk the streets above board rather than send them to a mental institution?"

"They have been propagating that if they are targeted, it means that their suspicions are correct: Most of the members of the 'Materials Coordinating Committee' have fallen, and they want to use brain control as a way to permanently and generation after generation be superior." Ding Ling With a sneer, "Anyway, they just have a unique behavior in this respect, which doesn't affect their work, and some of them are hidden deep. They don't directly wear aluminum pots, but get aluminum sheets and sew them in the interlayer of the hat. Looks like a normal person."

Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:

"There must be a source for this kind of thinking, right? You didn't find out the person who first spread this kind of statement and put him in prison?"

"I'm not sure about that." Ding Ling turned her body sideways, pointed to the ten-story gray building behind her and said, "It's getting late, I'll take you to get the pass first."

Long Yuehong looked intently and saw several vertical plaques with black characters on a white background hanging beside the gate of that building:

"Wubei Management Committee"

"Immigration"

"tax office"

"Security Checkpoint"

……

Ding Ling led Jiang Baimian and others into the building, and explained casually:

"In fact, most of us don't need to pay taxes, and the corresponding part has been deducted when the bills and change are issued.

"The tax department was set up for immigrants, cross-border traders and relic hunters like you, and it belongs to the same system as the immigration department and the security inspection department."

Jiang Baimian took a light breath and said:

"Then don't we have to pay taxes for the supplies we bring?"

This is much stricter than the "First City".

Ding Ling laughed:

"That's why I asked you to take out a large part of the supplies and exchange them for bills."