Chapter 364 cinder
Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao, and saw that his face was full of expectation, so he said after consideration:
"If you are invited, you can consider participating."
She chose her words very carefully and said consideration.
The results of consideration must be weighed against the situation and the development of the matter.
Shang Jianyao nodded in satisfaction and did not ask any more.
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen were indeed a little tired after the ups and downs, so they walked to different bedrooms.
At this time, Jiang Baimian advised:
"Don't close the door."
"Huh?" Long Yuehong was a little dazed for a while.
Jiang Baimian explained with a smile:
"I'm afraid that there is still a little residue in your influence, so I have to pay attention to your condition at all times.
"If you feel that you will not be able to sleep under our occasional gaze, you can choose to accept the cleaning of the 'Fate Pearl'."
Shang Jianyao looked at Long Yuehong, and his tone gradually became gloomy:
"I'm afraid that when you are sleeping, you will suddenly raise your hands and strangle yourself to death......"
"You've read too much old world entertainment materials!" Long Yuehong said so, but she didn't dare not prevent this situation, and her body was very honest and opened the bedroom door a little bigger.
When he and Bai Chen fell asleep, Jiang Baimian got up and said to Shang Jianyao and Gnawa:
"Let's study what we collected on the spot first."
As she spoke, she took out the small sealed bag containing the cigarette butt and put it on the dining table.
——The room rented by the "Old Tune Team" in the Red Giant Wolf District has three bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom, and the price is not cheap, but they have activity funds and they have not skimped on money in this regard.
Gnava also took out a bunch of packaged items and swept them around with the red light in his eyes.
"What is this?" Shang Jianyao swaggered down and lifted a dispensing bag.
There are two black particles inside the bag.
"I have analyzed it, it should be cinder." Gnava also pulled over the chair and sat down slowly.
Of course, he weighed the weight capacity of this old chair, allowing his feet to share some of the weight.
"Where did you find it?" Jiang Baimian also sat down.
Gnava explained in detail:
"There were several footprints that stepped on bushes and stones, which separated from above.
"These are too."
He introduced another dispensing bag.
The inside of the bag was burnt black soil, which looked ordinary, nothing special.
Without waiting for Jiang Baimian to ask, Gnawa told the reason:
"They are darker than the soil in the woods, and they are not the same as the soil in the southern suburbs, and I have detected trace amounts of radiation in them.
"After comparison, more than 95% of them may come from the wasteland on the north bank of the Red River."
Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:
"In other words, after the last time the real 'priest' changed his shoes, he went out of the city and went to the north bank......
"Where did those cinders come from?"
In her self-talk, she thought of some of the phenomena she observed during her initial wandering around the city:
The green olive area often has power outages, and the electricity bill is not low, so the citizens and slaves at the bottom prefer to make fires, cook, and heat with holes made of cinders, low-quality charcoal and low-cost wood.
This makes many streets near the Red River in the Green Olive District have many briquette workshops, and if you pass by those places, stepping on some cinder is a high probability event.
Similarly, the coal preparation plant on the north bank of the Red River and the factory area in the western suburbs of the original city have similar environments.
"There are too many possibilities." Jiang Baimian replied himself, "The biggest possibility is that the real 'priest' recently passed by a coal preparation plant on the north bank of the Red River."
Gnawa added:
"It cannot be ruled out that the real 'priest' stepped on the Green Olive District, where there are many low-level citizens who are part-time relic hunters, who often go in and out of the wasteland on the north bank, and it is normal to bring back some soil unconsciously, and the Iron Medal Street is not too far away from the port."
The same is true for those briquette workshops.
"You mean, the real 'priest' stepped on it when he monitored us?" Jiang Baimian easily understood what Gnava meant.
Gnava moved up and down the neck made of metal:
"It's possible."
"There is another possibility." Shang Jianyao followed closely.
"What is it?" Jiang Baimian wanted to see what magical ideas this guy could have.
This might inspire her.
Shang Jianyao said with a serious face:
"The real 'priest' may work in a coal preparation plant on the wasteland of the North Shore."
"......" Jiang Baimian was speechless at first, and then laughed, "The 'anti-intellectual religion' has developed to the point where it needs quasi-high-level workers like real 'priests' to support believers who have given up thinking?"
"The real 'priest' is not in good health, maybe it's because he works too hard." Shang Jianyao further reasoned.
Jiang Baimian imagined the scene and tried not to let himself laugh out loud.
The mysterious and dangerous image of the true "priest" briefly collapsed.
Jiang Baimian, Gnawa and Shang Jianyao discussed for a while what cinder and scorched earth could represent, but they did not get a clear direction for the investigation, so they could only decide to take the time to go around various suspected locations later.
When Jiang Baimian moved his gaze to the other sub-bags, he frowned slightly and said:
"Just now I mentioned that the real 'priest' may have monitored us, otherwise we would not have been able to accurately grasp the whereabouts of Xiaobai and Xiaohong, find them in time, and 'hypnotize' them, but I have repeatedly deliberated and do not think that we have exposed our whereabouts.
"We paid attention to every link...... With the sensing and reconnaissance abilities of me, you, and Shang Jianyao, will they really be quietly followed by the real 'priest' without being noticed?
"The real 'priest' knows from Shen Kui's memory that there are a few of us investigating the Zhao family manor, and from some undercover agents in Wild Grass City, he found out who destroyed his good deeds in the first place."
Shang Jianyao once again proposed a possibility:
"Maybe what is following us is the 'anti-intellectual religion' powerhouse at the 'Spiritual Corridor' level.
"His sensing range is larger than ours, and he may be able to remember the characteristics of different consciousnesses and complete tracking from a distance."
Jiang Baimian wanted to laugh a little:
"Theoretically, it is possible, but can an awakened person at the level of the 'Spiritual Corridor' commit this?
"Wouldn't it be enough for him to attack suddenly?"
Speaking of this, Jiang Baimian said "uh" because she remembered the existence of Gnava.
With such an intelligent robot, the awakened raid at the "Mind Corridor" level may not be effective, and may be beaten violently.
After all, it is not so common to affect the robot's abilities.
Jiang Baimian added:
"I mean, most of the Awakened abilities are weird, weird, and difficult to prevent, and at the level of the 'Mind Corridor', they can completely play with us without showing up, so that the old man can't even detect the enemy, and can only watch us suffer and crisis.
"If he doesn't want to sabotage the matter of provoking internal strife in the 'original city', then he should come forward in person after that, rather than letting the real 'priest' try, so that we can become vigilant."
"This may be his price." Shang Jianyao pointed to his head, "The way of thinking is not normal."
They discussed for a long time, but they didn't expect a reasonable explanation, so they had to continue checking the clues collected from the scene to see what they could gain.
"There is no decisive trace." Jiang Baimian sighed and said, "I can only expect what that cigarette butt can detect."
She plans to find a trustworthy laboratory through the company's intelligence system to avoid being known by the "anti-intellectual cult" to the greatest extent.
In the following time, the three of them revised and compiled an introductory textbook for the gray language based on the previously printed materials.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen woke up and joined the ranks, and they were busy until the evening.
"What should I eat?" Long Yuehong put away the paper on the table and asked this eternal problem.
"Noodles?" Jiang Baimian said after consideration, "After staying in the city for so many days, I suddenly want to eat noodles."
Bai Chen poured a basin of cold water on her:
"At first, there were very few places to sell noodles in the city, unless you went to the streets where the gray people gathered, but most of them were in the green olive area."
"We have reserve flour, so you can make it yourself." Gnava said.
"Okay." Shang Jianyao was excited.
It didn't take long for the four carbon-based people of the "Old Tune Team" to gather around the dining table, watching Gnawa tie a white cloth as an apron, skillfully and accurately kneading the dough, kneading the dough, rolling it into dough, and cutting it into noodles.
Although the whole process is not pleasing to the eye, it is definitely smooth.
"That's amazing." Long Yuehong praised Gnava.
The red light in Gnava's eyes flashed twice:
"I downloaded some cooking videos in Tarnan before, wanting to be more human-like, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today."
Slapping, Shang Jianyao applauded for "Chef" Gnawa.
Long Yuehong hesitated for a moment and decided to applaud to enhance Lao Ge's confidence.
At this time, Bai Chen was already applauding.
The only one who didn't move was Jiang Baimian, she seemed to be contemplating something.
Shang Jianyao immediately shook his hand in front of her eyes.
Jiang Baimian woke up and said after consideration:
"I just thought of a location that could make us target by the 'Anti-Intellectual Cult'."
"Where?" Bai Chen and Long Yuehong asked in unison.
Jiang Baimian's expression gradually became solemn:
"General Phocas's mansion."
(End of this chapter)