Under the gray-white deep-bottomed aluminum pot, neither Jiang Baimian nor Shang Jianyao knew what kind of expression Elder Zhang had, so they could only watch him raise his right hand slightly tremblingly, trying to press it on his left chest.
However, this action was not completed, Zhang Lao's palm just pressed against the clothes, stopped for two seconds, and slid down again.
His voice seemed to be a little lower, and his speech speed was slightly faster as always:
"To put it simply, the mastermind behind the destruction of the old world hopes that mankind will remain in the current state and will never be able to rebuild a true civilization, so they use EEG to secretly control a large number of people, including the upper echelons of major forces, making them lose their enterprising spirit, forget their past ideals, and no longer work hard for the recovery of all mankind, and become fallen people.
"EEG devices were the main culprits of 'heartless disease' in the first place, and to this day, they still play a role in many places, contributing to the human being behind the scenes who discovered secrets."
"However, many of the 'heartless disease' patients we encounter are ordinary human beings, and there is no possibility of discovering the secret of brain control." Even in the face of the former "Salvation Army" veterans, the honest Shang Jianyao still refutes when he should refute.
Zhang Lao and others had obviously considered this issue, and had already thought of the reason, and replied without hesitation at all:
"You guys, you are too young, this is called confusing water!
"If you just eliminate people who know the secrets of brain control, it is easy to find out that something is wrong, and you must also turn some ordinary people into 'mindless people' in order to confuse the water and make things less abrupt.
"In the Old World, there was an old saying that went like this:
"The best way to hide a needle is to throw it into the sea."
"It's hard to find out." The honest Shang Jianyao commented pertinently.
Zhang Lao took a breath and said in a low voice:
"In short, while you haven't been controlled by your brain, quickly find two aluminum pots to put on, without aluminum pots, iron pots, copper pots, and stainless steel pots can also be topped up, only in this way can you maintain the independence of your thinking, the purity of your ideals, and will not be corroded by a little bit of profit.
"This is all a lesson from the past! How many 'Salvation Army' soldiers were born and died in order to save all mankind, shedding their blood and not being afraid of anything, but when the situation improved, they changed their quality.
"They are all controlled by the brain!"
The more Zhang Lao said, the more heartbroken he became.
"Yes, yes!" Shang Jianyao seemed to have found a bosom friend, "It must be like this, otherwise they wouldn't have betrayed their former ideals so easily and forgot the oaths they had made."
They have all been tempered in blood and fire without fading.
Jiang Baimian tried to interrupt the conversation between the two several times, but he couldn't join the communication between the old and the young.
Mr. Zhang nodded heavily, so that the aluminum pot on his head shook:
"It seems that although you have only been here for a few days, you have also seen some ugly phenomena.
"Well, it was Hong Guangming who issued you a pass, right?"
"Yes." Shang Jianyao did not hide it.
Zhang Lao waved his hand, and his emotions suddenly became excited:
"Hong Guangming, that old boy, I scolded him once I saw him, pointed at his nose and scolded!
"When he was still under me, he was a simple and enthusiastic kid, and when he saw that there were children who were wandering in the wilderness, he couldn't get enough to eat, so he secretly shared half of his food.
"Once, we were surrounded by a group of people who only knew about burning, killing and looting at that time.
"That's it, is he afraid? Without! Still charging forward again and again. As you can see, he lost an arm and a leg one after another, but fortunately, we found and seized a lot of mechanical prosthetics at that time, and people who were good at this surgery joined the team, so he can live to this day.
"Now, if you don't say you can eat enough, at least under normal circumstances, no one will starve to death, not to mention that you can dress well, at least no one will freeze to death, why did he become like this now?
"After I found out, I thought about it for a whole year and didn't understand it, but then I learned the secret of brain control and put on this aluminum pot, and then I understood it at once.
"Hey......"
"Hey." Shang Jianyao sighed.
It was rare to meet a bosom friend, Zhang Lao was finally not so vigilant, he thought for a while and said:
"Aren't you trying to ask us what suspicious people we encountered when we walked around during martial law?
"Come with me to the nursing home and ask them one by one."
Although he was still worried that Shang Jianyao and the others were spies trying to break into the anti-secret control organization, he thought that he would just take them to ask about martial law-related matters and not involve anything else, and he felt that there was no problem.
Jiang Baimian was overjoyed in his heart, and was about to agree, but Shang Jianyao was already firm and said:
"No!"
"Why?" The gray-white aluminum pot hid Zhang Lao's puzzled and surprised expression.
Shang Jianyao replied solemnly:
"It is a period of martial law, and we cannot leave the hotel without permission.
"You and your old comrades have the right to go out for a walk, we don't, we can't ignore the rules just because you stand in front of us.
"In that case, what is the difference between them and the depraved ones who use power for personal gain?"
At this moment, two words popped up in Jiang Baimian's mind:
A righteous body, two sleeves of breeze.
The latter word doesn't actually match the scene, but it fits well with the previous word.
Zhang Lao was stunned for a few seconds and said:
"Good! If everyone in the new generation of the Salvation Army is like you, then it will be good."
Everyone has mental illness, which may not be good...... Jiang Baimian only felt that Zhang Lao's words were full of grooves.
After a pause, Zhang Lao took the initiative to say:
"Then I'll go back to the nursing home to help you ask, then record the answer and take it to the hotel."
"Thank you." Jiang Baimian was busy speaking.
She thought for a moment and added:
"By the way, ask your old comrades-in-arms what noteworthy things they have encountered in the past three days, which are normally notable, well, it doesn't matter if they are not noteworthy, as long as they don't happen much, record them."
"It's very meticulous." Zhang Lao was well-informed and praised.
He then said:
"I'll go back now and try to deliver the questions before 10 p.m."
Shang Jianyao waved his hand enthusiastically:
"Have a good journey!"
After watching Zhang Lao disappear at another exit of the hotel parking lot, Jiang Baimian took Shang Jianyao back to the small building by taking the normal route.
Hotel manager Shen Kang stood by the door, pacing in place, and when he saw the two of them coming in, he quickly asked:
"Zhang Lao is gone?"
"Let's go." Shang Jianyao replied quite positively.
Shen Kang breathed a sigh of relief and said instead:
"Zhang Lao Lao is confused and has war trauma syndrome, and he can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.
"In their generation, many of them have bad habits, some are alcoholic, and their views are conservative, just like they did decades ago, don't believe anything they say.
"Think about it, how normal can it be to believe in brain control and wear an aluminum pot on your head every day?"
He said that there was something wrong with Zhang Lao's spirit.
"Indeed." Shang Jianyao nodded in agreement.
Jiang Baimian glanced at him in surprise and did not speak.
"You are still very sober." Shen Kang was very pleased.
Shang Jianyao immediately pointed to himself:
"I also have mental problems, why do you believe it?"
"......" Shen Kang was suddenly surrounded by him.
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In the evening, the broadcast announced that the evacuation of people would begin 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 northern Wubei tomorrow morning.
The 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 only used as deterrence.
Shang Jianyao was about to join the discussion when he suddenly heard someone shouting outside the window:
"That kid and girl in the afternoon, I have collected what you want!"
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao looked at each other, opened the window, and sure enough, they found Zhang Lao wearing the white-washed "Salvation Army" black uniform, wearing an off-white deep-soled aluminum pot, standing in the parking lot, holding a stack of paper, and shouting loudly.
In two or three strokes, the two of them "rappelled" to the side of Zhang Lao.
"I asked them one by one, and they were all recorded on paper, don't worry, I didn't miss anything, including my own."
Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian quickly thanked him sincerely.
"You guys see what's wrong." Zhang Lao handed over the paper.
Jiang Baimian took the material, took off the flashlight hanging from the arming belt around his waist, and browsed it on the spot.
The information recorded on the paper is in human order, and each person contains two parts, one is whether you have encountered suspicious people during martial law, and the other is what normal and rare things have happened in the past three or four days.
Shang Jianyao leaned next to Jiang Baimian and read down with her one by one.
"There is no effective information......" When he was about to finish flipping, Shang Jianyao sighed in disappointment.
Jiang Baimian didn't say much and set his sights on the last page.
This page only records one person's feedback, that is, Zhang Lao himself:
"Zhang: 1. I only met the soldiers in charge of martial law along the way; 2. The afternoon before yesterday, the antihypertensive medicine of a hotel guest was stolen, and he failed to take the medicine in time.
He had a high blood pressure attack and was sent to the hospital for two days...... Jiang Baimian's heart moved, and he slowly raised his head.
(End of this chapter)