long night fire

"..." Shen Kang was drawn in at once.

……

In the evening, it was announced on the radio that the evacuation of the people would start tomorrow.

"If that nuclear warhead is taken away and sent to a certain force, I don't know what will happen..." Long Yuehong said with a little worry while looking forward to leaving Wubei tomorrow morning.

Honest Gnava replied:

"There should be no significant difference from staying in the hands of the Salvation Army."

They all lack the ability to manufacture on a large scale, and are likely to be used only for deterrence.

Shang Jianyao was about to join the discussion when he suddenly heard someone shouting outside the window:

"Boy and girl in the afternoon, I have collected what you want!"

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao looked at each other, opened the window, and as expected, they found that Mr. Zhang was wearing the whitishly washed black uniform of the "Salvation Army" and a gray-white deep-bottomed aluminum pot, standing in the parking lot with his hands in his hands. Take a stack of papers and keep yelling loudly.

In two or three strokes, the two "rapidly descended" to the side of Mr. Zhang.

"I asked them one by one, and recorded them all on paper. Don't worry, there are no omissions, including my own."

Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian quickly expressed their sincere thanks.

"Quickly see what's the problem." Mr. Zhang handed out the paper.

Jiang Baimian took the materials, took off the flashlight hanging from the arm belt around his waist, and browsed on the spot.

The information recorded on the paper is in the order of people, and each person contains two parts, one is whether they have encountered suspicious people during the martial law period, and the other is what normal and rare things they have encountered in the past three or four days.

Shang Jianyao leaned over to Jiang Baimian's side, and read one by one with her.

"There's no useful information..." Shang Jianyao sighed in disappointment when he was about to finish flipping.

Jiang Baimian didn't say much, and turned his attention to the last page.

This page only records the feedback of one person, that is Mr. Zhang himself:

"Zhang: 1. I only met soldiers responsible for martial law along the way; 2. On the afternoon before yesterday, a hotel guest's antihypertensive medicine was stolen, and he failed to take the medicine in time. The high blood pressure had a sudden onset. The condition was very serious and he was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. for two days."

High blood pressure broke out, and he was sent to the hospital for two days... Jiang Baimian's heart moved, and he slowly raised his head.

Chapter 154

The information provided by Mr. Zhang reminded Jiang Baimian of his analysis of the nuclear warhead.

One of the possibilities is that the person who received the nuclear warhead in Wubei failed to send the items out of the city in time due to some accident, and was trapped here by the state of martial law. He saw that the "salvation army" was about to find him, so he had to take the risk , hijacked the radio, and designed a "game", hoping to blend in with the evacuated crowd and leave quietly.

At that time, several members of the "Old Tune Group" had guessed what kind of accident it would be. Some of them were inclined to the reality of the target and encountered an accident, which made him unable to escape for a while. Some felt that he belonged to a powerful awakener. Undead was "hit" by someone's weakness and had to spend two to three days to recover. Some believed that the problem was in the middle link, such as the person who connected the defector and hijacked the broadcaster and was infected not long after he got the nuclear bomb." "No heart disease", or sudden cerebral congestion, heart disease, failed to hand over the nuclear warhead in time, causing the person who hijacked the broadcast to spend two or three days connecting the broken "wire".

Now, a person whose antihypertensive drugs were stolen, had a sudden onset of illness, and was sent to the hospital for two days of rescue can completely correspond to the second situation. Of course, the logic of the third situation is also smooth.

As the thought flashed, Jiang Baimian was overjoyed, feeling like he and others might have caught the fox's tail:

The theft of antihypertensive drugs is definitely a rare event in the city of Wubei. It rarely happens in normal times, but it happened two days before martial law.

And that led directly to someone having a seizure and being sent to the hospital for two days.

Jiang Baimian looked at Mr. Zhang who was wearing a gray and white deep-bottomed aluminum pot, and said with a calm smile:

"I took a general look, but didn't find any particularly valuable clues.

"But things like clues are usually not so eye-catching when they are placed there alone, and they will glow with their own brilliance when they accumulate a lot.

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, we will work together with the Security Management Committee to gather more intelligence and find useful clues."

Mr. Zhang, whose black uniform was starched until it turned white, was furious when he heard this:

"What is there to worry about?

"If I'm not at ease, most people will scold me for stretching my arms too far, meddling in my own business, and reluctant to bear power!

"Do whatever you like, don't bother me!"

Just like what the hotel manager said, a little irritable and irritable... Jiang Baimian muttered in his heart.

However, she didn't think Mr. Zhang didn't care about nuclear warheads.

If he really didn't care, why did he bother to ask people and collect such a pile of information?

If he really didn't care, he would have used his status to pull his relatives and comrades in arms and withdraw from Wubei in advance.

At this time, the honest Shang Jianyao asked:

"I really want to gain something, don't I need to tell you?"

Mr. Zhang waved his hand, and after two seconds he said angrily:

"Don't tell don't tell!

"I'm back in the nursing home!

"Remember to get aluminum pots to wear, you can't take it so seriously again!"

"Okay, okay." Shang Jianyao, who is curious about singing and dancing, not only does not reject wearing an aluminum pot at all, but is eager to try it.

When Mr. Zhang left, Shang Jianyao turned his head to Jiang Baimian and said:

"I didn't read the next two pages very clearly. Let me have a look."

It turns out that you really didn't see it clearly. I thought you noticed the message like me but pretended not to notice anything... Jiang Baimian hung up the flashlight, folded the paper, and it doesn't matter if you read it or not. Meaningful tone said:

"Let's go back and look again, it's a dark place."

There is a nuclear power plant in Wubei, and there is a large hydropower plant in the upper reaches of the Yuelin River that is relatively well maintained. The power shortage is not serious, but this is only in relative terms. After all, this is an important industrial base of the "Salvation Army", so, There are not many street lights installed in the parking lot area of ​​"Huitu Hotel", and the lighting situation is not good. Jiang Baimian had to rely on the light of a flashlight to read the materials just now.

"Okay." Seeing Yao's disappointed face, Shang couldn't wait to walk towards the back door of the hotel.

Jiang Baimian was walking beside him, his mind was full of thoughts, and he quickly analyzed what he had just gained:

At present, "high blood pressure" should be some kind of price. Otherwise, the two coincidences of the antihypertensive drug being stolen and the emergency attack of the disease would be too coincidental. The accident of the medicine being stolen can be deduced very smoothly and without accidental factors that the target will fall ill on the spot and be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment...

The one who was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment was probably a powerful awakened person, otherwise the price would not be so severe - when the time came, if he didn't take antihypertensive medicine once, his body would almost collapse...

It is still uncertain whether this is the one who hijacked the broadcasting system, or the middleman responsible for connecting with the defectors, or whether the two identities are one...

I personally prefer the former, otherwise there will be too many strong people in this matter, and the probability of being troubled by accidents will become extremely low...

However, how could such a strong man be stolen from the antihypertensive medicine that is regarded as life?

The more Jiang Baimian thought about it, the more absurd, funny and funny he felt:

If it weren't for Wubei's relatively complete medical system and its willingness to give some help to outsiders, the powerful Awakened One might have passed away, and the cause of his death is enough to be listed on the Huitu Funny Ranking List. Well, if there is such a If a list exists.

Approaching the back door, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao saw the hotel manager Shen Kang looking around.

"Why is Mr. Zhang here again?" Shen Kang asked slightly worried.

Shang Jian Yao replied honestly:

"In the evening, I asked Mr. Zhang to help us ask the veterans in the nursing home if they have seen any suspicious people recently. He just came to answer."

"Why are you asking this?" Shen Kang asked doubtfully while heaving a sigh of relief.

Jiang Baimian smiled and said:

"Isn't this a nuclear warhead installed in the city? This is related to everyone's safety, and we think that we can do our part."

"The Material Coordinating Committee has to worry about this, you just need to stay in the hotel." Shen Kang didn't quite agree with the behavior of the "Old Tune Group".

Still, he thanked him for it:

"If only everyone thought like you, most of the things will not develop into martial law and can be resolved.

"Hey, now, I'm not worried about whether people will die. There must be time to evacuate, but I don't know how many items I can take away. I finally saved so much property..."

The more Shen Kang spoke, the softer he was, and finally he stopped altogether.

Jiang Baimian glanced left and right, pretending to be casual and asked:

"Manager Shen, have you noticed anything unusual these days? It doesn't matter if it rarely happens."

Shen Kang seriously thought about it:

"No, it's like this every day."

"Really?" Jiang Baimian tried to hint, "For example, who got into a fight, who was injured, who was sent to the hospital, who got something stolen."

Shen Kang frowned slightly:

"It seems that there is, and it seems that there is no..."

It's only been two or three days since a resident was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment due to blood pressure medication being stolen, don't you remember?Could it be that you are also an awakener, and the price is forgetfulness?Uh... Jiang Baimian muttered silently, a thought suddenly occurred to him, and he couldn't help "visualizing" the gaze of "Yougu".

At this time, Shen Kang touched his forehead and said:

"I remembered, some unlucky guy was driving out to run errands, and the blood pressure medicine left in the room was stolen, among other things.

"He took a long time to come back, probably because the antihypertensive medicine on his body or in the car was only enough for one meal, and he didn't keep up with it, and he was dizzy.

"When he found that the antihypertensive drugs in the room were gone, he was so angry that his blood pressure soared and he passed out on the spot.

"Fortunately, there was a waiter accompanying him at the time, so I quickly called the hospital, otherwise he might not be able to save him!"

Sure enough... Jiang Baimian was about to ask what room number it was, when Shang Jian Yao asked in shock:

"The thieves here are so rampant?"

Shen Kang sighed and said:

"Hey, there are too many relic hunters from outside, and some feel that they have no hope of settling down, so they will find a chance to get some supplies and leave.

"We didn't expect that someone would be so bold as to go directly into the surrounding room to steal things!"

"Poor guy." Jiang Baimian spoke out first, "Is he still in the hospital now, what room is the guest in?"

Shen Kang thought for a while and said:

"I came back before the martial law, room 214, what is it called Wang, I don't remember clearly."

Jiang Baimian said "hmm" twice, pointed to the stairs and said:

"I wish him luck, we will go back first."

She bid farewell to Shen Kang with Shang Jianyao, and walked up the stairs, step by step.

When passing by the second floor, Jiang Baimian suddenly frowned and said to himself:

"What was I trying to do?

"Why did I forget when I turned around..."

Shang Jian Yao heard the words, recalled and said:

"I don't remember you ever mentioning it to me."

"Let's talk about it later." Jiang Baimian put the matter behind him.

Chapter 155 Self-Consistent Rhetoric

As soon as Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao returned to the room on the third floor, Long Yuehong asked curiously:

"Team leader, what about the information returned by Mr. Zhang?"

He found that Jiang Baimian was empty-handed.

Jiang Baimian smiled and said:

"Just now we have looked through it below, and found nothing worthy of attention."

As she spoke, she took out the folded stack of papers from her pocket.

"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao nodded in agreement.

Long Yuehong was disappointed for a while, and then inexplicably relaxed a lot:

"There are no valuable clues..."

He looked at the stack of papers in Jiang Baimian's hand, thinking whether to waste time browsing through it again.

Compared with Jiang Baimian, his carefulness, acumen, and logical ability are all inferior to Jiang Baimian. If the other party can't find the problem, he probably has no hope.

In other words, the team leader has certified all the materials without problems, so there is no need for him to waste time on them.