After Jiang Baimian asked a few more questions, he took Shang Jianyao and others back to the hotel camp, each entering their own house, and sleeping separately.
In a drowsy mood, Jiang Baimian woke up, feeling that his forehead was hot, his body was sore, and his whole body was weak and uncomfortable.
Sick? She sat up and tucked the pillow behind her back.
When she reached out to touch her forehead, she swept her eyes and saw Shang Jianyao sitting on the edge of another bed, taking advantage of the skylight outside the window, holding a needle and thread in her hand, and carefully sewing a jacket with multiple bullet holes.
This is a necessary skill for every "Pangu Bio" employee who has been on duty in Gray Earth for a long time.
When the "Old Tune Group" was first formed, Jiang Baimian planned to give a special class on this, but she found that Shang Jianyao was more skilled than her.
Thinking that Shang Jianyao lived alone after she was fourteen or fifteen years old, she was relieved and stopped mentioning this matter.
"What time is it?" Jiang Baimian withdrew his hand touching his forehead and confirmed that he was really sick.
She didn't even have the energy to look at her watch.
Since surviving the dangerous period of genetic modification, she has not been sick for a long, long time, except for the inflammation caused by injury.
Was it the illness caused by heart overload last night, being affected by electric shock, and not resting in time afterwards? Jiang Baimian thought about it, Shang Jianyao put down his needlework, thread and clothes, flipped his wrist and looked at his watch:
"It's almost 1 o'clock."
"It's so late?" Jiang Baimian was slightly surprised.
She didn't feel hungry at all.
"You seem to be sick." Shang Jianyao pointed out.
"How did you find out?" Jiang Baimian asked subconsciously.
Shang Jianyao stood up, took out the small mirror he carried with him to "mislead" him, and handed it to Jiang Baimian.
"Your cheeks are very red, your lips are dry, and you used to talk in your sleep when you fell asleep, as if you were calling 'mom' and 'dad'......" Shang Jianyao described every detail that supported his reasoning results.
"Stop!" A force gushed out of Jiang Baimian's body, forcibly stopping Shang Jianyao from continuing.
She felt that her image as an Iron Warrior had been severely damaged.
After making a sound, she felt weak and her mouth was very dry, so she reached for the bedside table where the debris was piled up and tried to pick up her water bag.
Before she finished her movements, Shang Jianyao had already walked over quickly, picked up the water bag, unscrewed the lid, and brought it to her mouth.
"Huh." Jiang Baimian was shocked.
She didn't refuse, and gulled a few sips of water before saying with a smile:
"Is this a repentance for acting without authorization last night?"
"This is what companions should do." Shang Jianyao's expression did not change.
Jiang Baimian glanced at him and took this opportunity to ask:
"Why did you rush out at that time?"
Shang Jianyao replied seriously:
"If we don't deal with that awakened person, all the townspeople of Redstone will die."
Jiang Baimian looked at his dark brown and almost black eyes and found that they were clear.
"Hey, at least remember to notify me in advance this time." Jiang Baimian sighed helplessly.
Speaking of this, she suddenly became a little annoyed:
"Why aren't you sick?"
It's fair that both of them are sick!
Moreover, the one who should be sick the most is Shang Jianyao, maybe he can take this opportunity to break through the "Disease Island".
Shang Jianyao thought for a while and said:
"At that time, I was not at the point of almost passing out."
This means that the load on his heart has not really exceeded the limit, and he has not been subjected to subsequent electrical stimulation.
Jiang Baimian took a breath in his mouth and said silently for a moment:
"It's ...... too."
She then said:
"Quick, boil some hot water, get a towel, I want to apply it to my forehead.
"No matter what, you acted without authorization last night and will be punished!"
Shang Jianyao had no objection, skillfully boiled tap water, adjusted the temperature, and twisted a towel over.
Jiang Baimian began to instruct him to do various things again, including but not limited to going to the next room to communicate with Bai Chenlong Yuehong, helping the patient to the toilet, changing towels, sewing clothes, and filling water bags.
Seeing Shang Jianyao busy back and forth, Jiang Baimian suddenly realized:
When his mother was sick, he was already proficient in these things.
As soon as he changed his mind, Jiang Baimian's eyes lit up, and he patted the bedside and said:
"We had a misunderstanding before!"
"What?" Shang Jianyao looked like he was trying to understand what the other party meant.
Afraid that his thinking would develop in a strange direction, Jiang Baimian did not sell the guanzi and explained directly:
"Aren't we always thinking about how to deal with your fear of disease?
"Actually, with your attitude towards your own life and death, you shouldn't be so afraid of illness."
Shang Jianyao thought for a moment and said:
"Illness will make me unable to do things, and I will not have time to do things, but I am still afraid."
Jiang Baimian replied angrily and funny:
"That's not the point."
She then said:
"I think your fear of illness is more about the fear that it will take away the people around you and that there is nothing you can do."
Shang Jianyao fell into deep thought and did not speak for a long time.
Jiang Baimian laughed:
"Let me show you what it means to be strong and what is a disease!
"If the company's genetic improvement technology is promoted everywhere and genetic modification becomes less dangerous and controllable, then humanity will be free from the threat of most diseases."
After saying that, she leaned on the pillow and said with satisfaction:
"When I heal, you can try it in this direction.
"Okay, get me something to eat, I'm starting to feel hungry.
"This is a good phenomenon!"
After lunch, because Jiang Baimian was ill, the responsibility of interrogating the second person and the captives was handed over to Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong.
According to Jiang Baimian's instructions, they went to the Vigilance Church first and invited the warning Song He to interrogate them together.
This is to use the other party's ability to make people friendly, so as not to expose the "reasoning clown".
Song He also didn't have a long time to get up, and the old man of his age didn't show any discomfort after staying up all night, and his body was indeed in good condition.
He gladly accepted the invitation from Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong, took two church guards, took his own car, and came to the Red Stone Collection together and entered the security station on the ground floor.
With this warning person taking the lead, although Han Wanghuo was still resting and did not come over, Shang Jianyao and others also easily entered the interrogation room and saw the prisoner with the lightest injury.
This is a fish-man, the body surface is covered with gray-black scales, and there are gills trembling slightly from the ears to the neck.
——In Long Yuehong's eyes, there is no difference between all the fishmen in appearance, and they can only be distinguished by height, shortness, fat and thinness.
After each of them took their seats, Shang Jianyao asked first:
"Who is that fish-man who can suffocate people?"
The fishman captive behind the iron railing glanced at him with bulging eyes, lowered his head, and remained silent.
At this time, Song He smiled and said:
"This is not a confidential matter."
The fishman captive thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the truth.
His attitude quickly loosened, he raised his head, and said hesitantly:
"It's a divine messenger."
"Divine messenger? Which messenger of the year?" Long Yuehong was very polite and asked with Song He's consent.
"It's not a year." The fish-man captive shook his head, "He was originally our third pastor, we believed in the God of the Old World, and later, later, he asked us to change our name to him God."
The language of the fishman was derived from the Honghe language, and Long Yuehong had a hard time listening, and it took a while to understand the other party's meaning.
On the contrary, Song He, who had obviously taught himself the language of the local sub-people, asked smoothly:
"When did this happen?"
"Less than a year ago." The fish-man captive seemed to be talking to a friend.
"What else happened at that time?" Song He asked.
The eyes of the fishman captive were more white and less black, showing awe:
"He, he became very strong, very terrifying, like the embodiment of a god.
"He can easily kill a person and easily destroy an army."
Shang Jianyao asked with interest:
"What about before? Is he strong?"
The fishman captive glanced at the guy wearing the monkey mask and said not too reluctantly:
"He has some abilities, but they are not too powerful. He can make a person unable to open his mouth or eat, and he can make a person tired easily, just like lack of oxygen......"
After listening to the description of the fishman captive, Song He asked in a soft voice:
"Did he do anything before he became a divine messenger?
"Or, have you ever encountered anything?"
The fishman captive fell into memories, and after a while he said:
"We landed on the largest island in Lake Nu.
"My great-grandfather said that there are market towns and several villages there. We were busy protecting ourselves, surviving, farming, and fishing at first, but then we kept thinking and wanting to fight back, but we didn't pay attention to their situation."
When it came to "calling back", his emotions fluctuated to a certain extent, and he seemed to no longer trust Song He.
But soon, he became friendly enough again:
"After being repulsed last time, we have been recuperating, and many young people have become interested in that big island because they have been idle for too long.
"The island is much bigger than where we live, the roads are well preserved, and there are abandoned farmlands everywhere. We are very curious about where the humans on the island have gone, and they should not have been attacked by outsiders.
"After searching for a while, we found the market town where they used to live and found some records."
It's a pity that the team leader didn't come, she must be very interested in these things...... Long Yuehong gradually adapted to the language of the fishman.
The Murloc Captive continued:
"Through those records, we know that after the destruction of the old world, the people of that island soon believed in a god named Enhu, who claimed to be the King of Yama in the myth of the Grey Earth Man.
"With the blessing of this god, the people on the island have not suffered any disasters and are living very well. Just as they were gathering some strength and planning to seize the area around Nuhu, the god fell into a deep sleep and never woke up.
"After losing the protection of the gods, a large-scale 'heartless disease' quickly broke out on the island, and all the remaining humans should not last long before they were all hunted."
Large-scale "heartless disease"...... When Long Yuehong heard such a description, her scalp went numb.
At this time, Shang Jianyao asked with great interest:
"You found the sleeping god?"
The fishman captive's lips moved for a while and then said:
"Yes.
"We found His sleeping temple."
(End of this chapter)