Shang Jianyao looked into Zhao Shouren's eyes, raised his hand and touched his chin.
He further asked:
"Not necessarily strangers, what outsiders have been there in recent months?"
"No, except for a few merchants who sell daily necessities, there are no other outsiders." Zhao Shouren shook his head again.
He paused for a moment and asked with a little doubt:
"What are you asking this for?"
"Gossip is human nature." Shang Jianyao replied sincerely.
"What? Gossip?" Zhao Shouren obviously didn't know what this word meant.
Because Shang Jianyao looked like a gray earth person, they naturally used gray earth language when they were talking just now.
Shang Jianyao was about to seriously explain the true meaning and extended meaning of the gossip, so Zhao Shouren raised his hand and waved it:
"Don't talk, let's go out and chat later, this place is not suitable for chatting."
In such a small room, the steaming water vapor brings a feeling of difficulty breathing, and the higher temperature presses on every part of the body, making people's heads a little dizzy and chest stuffy, which is really not suitable for talking and chatting.
Shang Jianyao politely closed his mouth, scooping a spoonful of water from time to time and pouring it on the red-hot stone.
The two of them listened quietly to the sizzling sound, as if they were competing to see who could last longer in such an environment.
After a while, Zhao Shouren raised his hand and wiped his forehead, and stood up swayingly:
"No, I'll faint if I steam any more."
Shang Jianyao smiled:
"Then let's go out."
Zhao Shouren immediately opened the door of the steam room and walked to a hot pool not far away.
Shang Jianyao followed closely behind him, imitating him, tearing off the bath towel on his waist, sliding into the water, and washing away all the feelings that had been "steamed" just now.
That is, in a minute or two, Zhao Shouren stood up and turned into the cold pool next to him.
He made a "hiss" sound, and his expression became very distorted.
But as he adapted to the water temperature, his facial muscles gradually relaxed, and his whole body seemed to be energetic.
"Brother, this gray soil has today and no tomorrow, you have to enjoy it when you should enjoy it." Zhao Shouren took a towel, wiped his forehead, and sighed sincerely.
Shang Jianyao also soaked in the cold pool, looking left and right, as if he felt that everything was very novel.
"You have to go back to the manor in the afternoon?" He asked.
Zhao Shouren nodded:
"There is still enough time, take a nap, wake up and find someone to serve you, then take a shower, have lunch, and go out shopping."
Slapping, Shang Jianyao applauded his arrangement.
At the same time, he glanced below the water.
Zhao Shouren coughed twice and turned back into the hot pool.
This time, he only soaked for a few minutes, then hurriedly got up and wrapped himself in his big bath towel.
After rushing over his body and changing into a bathrobe, Shang Jianyao saw the appearance of this Zhao family steward clearly:
He should be only forty years old, with a thin body, sparse hair, and obvious puffiness around his eyes.
After leaving the men's bathroom, the two entered the rest area, each occupied a lounge chair, and covered themselves with a thin quilt.
While chatting, Zhao Shouren closed his eyes, and a purring sound came out of his nose.
Shang Jianyao glanced sideways at him, smiled and took out an item from his bathrobe pocket:
It was a night pearl that quietly bloomed with turquoise light.
Shang Jianyao held this night pearl, and his eyes gradually darkened.
"Fate"!
From Dimarco's "Fate"!
In Zhao Shouren's "Sea of Origin", Shang Jianyao's figure in a white bathrobe appeared.
On the shimmering sea, a faint mist filled the air, and there were faint islands hidden, but Zhao Shouren's own consciousness was not realized.
This is the appearance of the spiritual world of ordinary people who have not entered the "Hall of Stars" and opened the corresponding door.
Shang Jianyao immediately split into nine and all sat cross-legged in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, in the "Sea of Origin" affected by the "Fate", countless waves surged high, and various pictures became larger one after another.
The nine merchants began to look back on all of Zhao Shouren's memories in the past few months, each responsible for their own shares.
A few minutes later, the merchant who was holding the small speaker said in surprise:
"There is a gain!"
He quickly put a scene to the maximum:
In a room with bookshelves and tables, Zhao Shouren was reporting to a young man who looked a bit like Zhao Yide but was not fat at all.
On the chair behind the young man's side sat a man wearing a black trench coat with ordinary features.
With the rest of the bodyguards standing, he looked quite special.
"Why do you think there is something wrong with him?"
"Where do you judge that you can find clues here?"
"Isn't it allowed to be an awakened person hired with a high salary?"
Three or four of the rest of the merchants raised their own questions.
Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a small speaker, smiled and said:
"This is part of Jiang Baimian's thinking:
"Make bold assumptions and verify carefully.
"Since this person looks special, let's focus on checking all the fragments of him in Zhao Shouren's memory."
The other eight merchants agreed with this.
Soon, with their concerted efforts, all the memory fragments of the man in the black trench coat were found:
He is the second generation of servants born and raised in the manor, and was favored by Zhao Zhengqi's second son, Zhao Yixue, and became his personal attendant.
However, one of the merchants keenly discovered that the man in the black trench coat did not look like his parents at all, and this did not explain why he received special treatment at all.
Shang Jianyao and the others carefully observed the man in the black trench coat for a while, and found that his face was not very good, and he looked quite haggard.
This reminds them of one person at the same time:
False "priest".
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In the beginning, it is not too difficult to get a car, as long as you don't pursue whether it is produced for the past few years and how long it can last, there are various models of vehicles for you to choose from.
But if you don't have much money on your body, you can't commit crimes, and there are time limits, it will be more troublesome, at least Long Yuehong and Gnawa can't think of where to start.
Fortunately, their team has Bai Chen, who knows the original city quite well.
After ten o'clock, Bai Chen led them out of the Ugo Hotel and arrived at a place on the bank of the Red River in the Green Olive District.
It's not too far from the hotel, and it's only a ten-to-twenty minute walk, but the houses are getting more and more dilapidated and the roads are narrower.
Sometimes, when Long Yuehong and the others were walking in the streets and alleys, they could touch the outer walls of the houses on both sides with their arms fully outstretched, and the dense wires above divided the sky in a chaotic manner.
Along the way, the team encountered the most dirty children, and the adults either went to the factory area or were busy with other things in life, and only a few remained in this area.
Long Yuehong swept the suddenly open area in front of him and the large number of broken cars parked inside, and asked curiously:
"Is this a place to sell cars?"
After the relic hunters dragged some of the vehicles found in the ruins of the city to the original city, they often didn't have so much time to find the final buyer, so they traded directly with the old car dealer.
Although this will definitely suffer a big loss in price, it will at least save time costs, and many relic hunters will be hungry the next day if they can't sell their harvest today.
"Yes." Bai Chen nodded and replied.
"But we don't have much money......" Long Yuehong reminded cautiously.
Bai Chen glanced at Gnava who was carrying a sack and said calmly:
"You can also rent a car here."
"Rent?" Long Yuehong was a little surprised.
This is not a house, it cannot be moved, and ordinary businessmen lack various technical means in the old world.
While talking, the three of them entered the row of dilapidated bungalows next to the parking lot, and saw a few Hong'an people with dark brown skin and slightly curly hair chatting behind the wooden platform.
"Rent a car." Without waiting for those people to ask about their intentions, Bai Chen spoke directly.
"Only by choosing a good vehicle can the price be determined." The Hong'an man who was the tallest but still not as good as Long Yuehong responded.
He then emphasized:
"We also need collateral, otherwise you drive the car out of the city and never come back, and we will lose money."
Bai Chen didn't speak, and pointed to Gnava.
Ah, do you want to mortgage the old style here? Long Yuehong instantly flashed such a thought.
In the next second, Gnava put the sack he was carrying in front of him and took out the "Reaper" individual combat bazooka from it.
"Is this okay?" Bai Chen asked.
After looking at each other with his companions, the Red Bank man in charge of receiving the team nodded and said:
"Yes."
This heavy weapon is completely enough to replace it with an old-world broken car.
"Don't lose it, we have similar weapons." Bai Chen warned calmly, "And I will soon replace it with other collateral."
"Okay." The Hong'an man nodded hurriedly.
The team quickly picked out the vehicle they needed, which was a square gray off-road vehicle, with traces of later repair in some places.
After signing the contract at a price of 2 olei per day, Bai Chen drove back to the Ugo Hotel.
Because some of the roads on the way here were very narrow, vehicles could not pass directly, so she had to take a detour.
This led them to the Westport of the original city.
Ships coming from the upper and lower reaches of the Red River stopped there, loading and unloading supplies.
At this time, Long Yuehong heard several long wolf howls coming from the streets near the port:
"Whoa!"
These cries were not screaming, not fierce, not like real wolves, but with a bit of sadness and some indescribable feeling.
"This is?" Long Yuehong looked sideways at Bai Chen.
He was uncomfortable listening to it.
Bai Chen looked ahead and said:
"Grey prostitute."
"Huh?" Neither Long Yuehong nor Gnava could understand what connection this had with Wolf Howl.
Bai Chen's eyes still fell on the end of the road, and he said in an unchanged tone:
"They were taken as slaves, picked out by brothels, and no one taught them the Red River language, so they could only use the cry of a simulated she-wolf to recruit passing guests and sailors in the harbor.
"In the original city, they were called 'she-wolves'."
After hearing this, Long Yuehong opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything.
(End of this chapter)