When Shang Jianyao was still pondering the meaning of the last sentence, Jiang Baimian quickly wrote:
"None of us felt anything unusual, but the chip found something wrong, which shows that it ......"
Before she finished writing, Shi Shiran put away the paper and pen, continued to hold her chin, and stared at Qiao Chu's side face.
Shang Jianyao retracted his gaze and guessed a little reason, but he didn't know what he could do or what he should do, because there seemed to be some force preventing him from thinking deeply, not thinking about where the problem came from and where it came from, so that he vaguely didn't want to break a certain beautiful image.
The source of this power is not from the outside world, but from his heart.
The world is already so difficult, why not indulge yourself in a sweet dream?
Bang!
The jeep, under Qiao Chu's command, passed through the gaps between the many green and black vines, which inevitably hit and rubbed some of them.
These reddish spikes slipped past the glass windows, leaving countless extremely fine scratches.
Shang Jianyao, who was looking for countermeasures on the surface of his mind, subconsciously looked over, and saw his silhouette reflected on the car window in a gray and gloomy environment.
His heart moved, and his eyes suddenly became deep, wanting to use the ability of a "hypocritical person" on himself.
If it works, he will immediately become hypocritical, and his actions deviate from the preset logic after being affected.
For example, Jiang Baimian, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong also stared at Qiao Chu and asked to leave in a retreat manner......
And when this abnormality occurs, the situation will change, and whether the change is good or bad, it will expose some problems and help Shang Jianyao return to "reality".
After a few seconds, Shang Jianyao's eyes returned to normal.
He looked down at his hands, then at himself in the car window, and shook his head very slightly.
His attempt failed.
"Hypocritical people" seem to be different from "reasoning clowns" and cannot influence themselves through this simple way of looking in the mirror.
Shang Jianyao retracted his gaze and thought seriously, while Qiao Chu focused on directing Bai Chen through this swamp overgrown with terrible vines, and had no time to worry about anything else.
Suddenly, the corners of Shang Jianyao's mouth moved, slightly raised.
In this oppressive and gloomy environment, he laughed like a psychopath.
After about ten seconds, Shang Jianyao's expression returned to normal.
He frowned slightly and thought for a while, his eyes gradually brightened.
He looked at himself reflected in the car window again and muttered:
"Jiang Baimian has long legs, and I am also a long-legged ......"
Jiang Baimian tilted his head when he heard this, his face full of doubts.
She raised her hand and touched the metal cochlea in her left ear, signaling that she didn't hear clearly.
Shang Jianyao ignored her and continued to mumble to himself:
"Jiang Baimian is very powerful, and I am also very powerful......"
Qiao Chu heard Shang Jianyao's words, but on the one hand, he had to discern the distribution of vines, the condition of the road, and the various details of the swamp, and on the other hand, he felt that it sounded okay, like a jealous concubine slandering a favored person in private.
Long Yuehong followed and looked at Shang Jianyao, not understanding what he was going to do.
Since he didn't understand the situation, he definitely didn't have the idea of exposing the secret and protecting Qiao Chu.
Shang Jianyao looked at himself on the window glass, his eyes became deeper and deeper:
"So?"
The next second, he asked himself and answered:
"We're the same."
The expression on Shang Jianyao's face quickly changed, slightly distorted, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.
"What was he talking about just now?" Jiang Baimian looked at Shang Jianyao and asked Long Yuehong.
"He said you have long legs, he has long legs, you are powerful, he is also powerful, so you are the same." Long Yuehong picked up the key points and repeated them.
Jiang Baimian subconsciously opened his mouth and wanted to reply to the previous sentence, but he immediately closed it again.
After a few seconds, she laughed out loud and said to Shang Jianyao:
"Are you interested in this?"
Seeing that the four of them didn't think there was anything wrong with Shang Jianyao's words just now, they discussed it there unabashedly, and Qiao Chu, who had no time to be distracted, didn't care about this episode even more.
At this moment, Shang Jianyao left his seat, leaned forward on the ground, and grabbed Qiao Chu's shoulder.
Qiao Chu subconsciously reached out and pulled out the "Union 202" on the gun pocket on his waist, but he found that he couldn't lift his right hand.
This was not because he lacked strength, nor because Shang Jianyao grabbed his shoulder, causing his joints to be locked, but he couldn't do this action at all, as if he had never had this function.
Qiao Chu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, and instinctively turned his head and looked at Shang Jianyao in the back row:
"What are you going to do?"
Shang Jianyao's eyes were burning and he grabbed his shoulder, and a crazy smile came out of the corner of his mouth:
"I want to get on you!"
Jiang Baimian's mouth was slightly open, and he didn't know whether to scold, laugh, or stop.
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen, who were unclear, were both surprised and dazed at this moment, as if they were witnessing the gods descend to earth, no, the devil descended.
Qiao Chu's expression was distorted, but his face did not turn red, as if he had encountered too many similar situations.
There were suddenly invisible ripples in those golden eyes.
While desperately resisting Shang Jianyao's force dragging him to the back, Qiao Chu turned his head sideways and said to Bai Chen gently:
"Give him a toy."
Bai Chen didn't know why, so he habitually stepped on the brakes.
She opened the armrest box in a daze, took out a few pieces of paper and a ballpoint pen.
At this time, Shang Jianyao was already a little impatient, and his hands suddenly changed their position.
He pinched Qiao Chu's neck with his left hand, and his right hand turned into a fist, about to smash it under the opponent's ear, trying to stun him and disintegrate all resistance.
Almost at the same time, Qiao Chu's body became extremely soft, like a huge, humanoid python.
He shrank back and swung, and his neck strangely broke free from Shang Jianyao's palm, looking slippery.
Immediately afterwards, he said in a gentle voice and at a very fast pace:
"Isn't it good to draw?"
Shang Jianyao's movements paused instantly, and his expression revealed unconcealable doubts and confusion.
He immediately looked at Bai Chen and took the paper and pen from the other party's hand, the smile on his face was obvious little by little.
After getting the paper and pen, Shang Jianyao couldn't wait to sit down and used his thighs as a cushion to draw a picture.
He looked very focused, and his whole person was extremely quiet, like a child addicted to his hobbies.
Seeing this, Qiao Chu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He swept his eyes coldly, and smiled without a smile:
"So there are awakened among you.
"It's a pity, so am I."
His hands had returned to normal, and his right hand was on the handle of the "United 202".
This is the pistol he brought with him.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Qiao Chu gave up the idea of drawing a gun and shooting Shang Jianyao, and said with a slight smile:
"Praise me for my kindness and forgiveness, and you will be useful in the future.
"I don't accept your obsession, but it's understandable that there was even a horse that chased me for more than a hundred kilometers before."
Jiang Baimian listened very attentively and said with sincere admiration:
"That's amazing."
"That's amazing." Shang Jianyao drew without raising his head, repeating Jiang Baimian's words.
Jiang Baimian then inquired:
"Where are you from?"
"Where are you from?" Shang Jianyao repeated it again.
Jiang Baimian couldn't help but glare at him, thought for a few seconds, and said "heh":
"I have breasts, you don't."
Shang Jianyao was about to repeat, and his expression suddenly became confused again.
After a few seconds of silence, he regained his concentration and continued to draw quietly.
At this time, Qiao Chu had already sat up straight and answered Jiang Baimian's question in a deep voice:
"This is not what you should know."
"I understand." Jiang Baimian didn't think it was offended and smiled sweetly.
Qiao Chu turned to look at Bai Chen, who had already stepped on the brakes:
"Continue."
Bai Chen had no objection, and once again, under Qiao Chu's command, he walked through the vine "forest" deep in the Everglades.
During this process, Shang Jianyao continued to draw until he completed a pair of works.
Then, as if he had broken free from a dream, he looked at the child's graffiti-like picture in surprise.
He raised his head and looked at the back of Qiao Chu's head, silent and silent.
As time passed, his state became similar to Long Yuehong's again.
However, he did not forget to fold the picture in his hand and put it in his pocket.
Jiang Baimian tried to peek at what he had drawn, but failed to do so.
After walking forward for a few more hours, a group of finger-sized mosquitoes with dark red heads suddenly flew out from the dark and reddish vines.
"Bad luck......" Qiao Chu couldn't help but curse when he saw this, and Bai Chen's body instinctively tensed.
A group, two groups, three groups, more and more giant mosquitoes flew out from between different vines, a black press.
These hideous mosquitoes with dark red heads gathered together, like black smoke permeating the air, densely packed, covering the sky and blocking every gap.
In such a scene, they seem to come from the armies of hell or from the curse of the old world.
"Close the window tightly and rush over!" Qiao Chu gave the order in a deep voice.
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