Vol 2 Chapter 52: cinder

Latest website: Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang and saw Yao, and saw his full of anticipation, so he thought about it and said:
"If you are invited, you can consider participating."
She is very cautious in her words, and she is talking about consideration.
The results of consideration have to be weighed against the situation at the time and the development of the matter.
Shang Jian Yao 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 went to different bedrooms respectively.
At this time, Jiang Baimian exhorted:
"Do not close the door."
"Huh?" Long Yuehong was a little dazed for a while.
Jiang Baimian explained with a smile:
"I'm afraid that the influence on you is still a bit remnant, so I have to keep an eye on your state.
"If you feel that you won't fall asleep under our occasional gaze, you can choose to accept the "Fate Orb" cleaning."
Shang Jianyao looked at Long Yuehong, and his tone gradually became gloomy:
"I'm afraid that when you are sleeping, you suddenly raise your hands and choke yourself to death..."
"You have read a lot of old world entertainment materials!" Long Yue said so, but he dared not prevent this situation, and his body opened the bedroom door a bit bigger honestly.
When he and Bai Chen were asleep, Jiang Baimian stood up and said to Shang Jianyao and Genawah:
"Let's study the things collected on the spot first."
While talking, she took out the small sealed bag with the cigarette butts 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. The price is not cheap, but they don't mean money in this area if they have funds for activities.
Gnawa also took out a pile of divided items and swept it around with the red light in his eyes.
"What is this?" Shang Jian Yao sat down swaggeringly, and lifted a sub-bag.
There are two black particles in the bag.
"I have analyzed it, it should be cinder." Gnawa also pulled the chair and sat down slowly.
Of course, he weighed the weight of this old chair and let his feet share part of the weight.
"Where did you find it?" Jiang Baimian also sat down.
Gnawa explained in detail:
"There are a few footprints on bushes and stones, which are separated from above.
"These are too."
He launched another sub-packaging bag.
Inside the bag is burnt black soil, which looks ordinary, nothing special.
Before Jiang Baimian asked, Genawat gave 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 that they have trace amounts of radiation.
"After comparison, they are more than 95% likely to come from the wasteland on the north bank of the Red River."
Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:
"In other words, after the last time the true'priest' changed his shoes, he went out of the city and went to the North Shore...
"Where did those cinders step on?"
In talking to herself, she thought of some phenomena she had observed when she first wandered around the city:
Green olive district often has power outages, and the electricity bill is not low, so the citizens and slaves at the bottom prefer perforated "cakes" made of cinder, low-quality charcoal and low-priced wood for fire, cooking, and heating.
This makes many briquettes workshops in many streets near the Red River in the Green Olive District. If you pass through those places, stepping on some cinder is a high probability event.
Similarly, the coal preparation plant located on the north bank of the Red River and the factory area in the western suburbs of the city originally had a similar environment.
"Too many possibilities." Jiang Baimian replied by himself, "The biggest possibility is that the true ‘priest’ passed by a coal preparation plant on the north bank of the Red River recently."
Gnawa added:
"It is not ruled out that the true'priest' stepped on the Green Olive District. There are many low-level citizens who are part-time relic hunters. They often go into and out of the wasteland on the north shore. It is normal for them to bring back some dirt. The Iron Medal Street is separated from the port. It’s not too far."
The same goes for those briquettes workshops.
"Do you mean that the real ‘priest’ stepped on when he was monitoring us?" Jiang Baimian easily understood the meaning of Gnawa.
Gnawa moved up and down the metal-cast neck:
"It's certainly 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 true ‘priest’ may work in a coal preparation plant on the wasteland of the North Bank."
"..." Jiang Baimian was speechless at first, and then he laughed. "The anti-intellectual religion has developed to the point where the quasi-high-level work of the true "priest" is needed to raise believers who give up thinking?"
"The real ‘priest’’s poor health may be because it’s too hard to work." Shang Jianyao further reasoned.
Jiang Baimian imagined the scene and tried hard not to make himself laugh.
The mysterious and dangerous image of the true "priest" collapsed briefly.
Jiang Baimian, Genawah, and Shang Jianyao discussed what cinder and scorched earth could represent for a while, but they did not get a clear direction for the investigation, so they decided to take the time to wander around various suspected locations.
When Jiang Baimian moved his gaze to other sub-packaging bags, he frowned slightly and said:
"Just now I said that the true ‘priest’ may have monitored us, otherwise it would be impossible to accurately grasp the whereabouts of Xiaobai and Xiaohong, find them in time, and ‘hypnotize’ them, but I have repeatedly deliberated, and I don’t think we have exposed our whereabouts.
"We paid attention to every link: we did not go directly to investigate around the manor, and when we returned, regardless of whether we noticed anything, we carefully completed the necessary link of anti-tracking. The appearance of our vehicles is still relatively common, and there is no special feature. ... With the sensing and reconnaissance capabilities of me, you and Shang Jianyao, will the true "priest" be quietly followed without any notice?
"The true ‘priest’ knows from Shen Kui’s memory that there are a few of us investigating Zhao’s Manor, and from some undercover agents in Yecaocheng, he can figure out who destroyed his good deeds in the first place."
Shang Jianyao once again proposed a possibility:
"Maybe it is the strong ‘anti-intellectualism’ at the level of the ‘Spirit Corridor’ that is following us.
"He has a larger sensing range than us, and maybe he can remember the characteristics of different consciousnesses, and he can complete tracking far away."
Jiang Baimian wanted to laugh a little:
"It is theoretically possible, but can an awakened person at the level of the'corridor of soul' be able to commit this?
"He can just make a sudden attack directly?"
Having said this, Jiang Baimian let out a "uh" because she remembered the existence of Gnawa.
With such an intelligent robot in, a surprise attack by the awakened at the "corridor of mind" level may not be effective, maybe it will be violently beaten.
After all, the ability to affect robots is not so common.
Jiang Baimian added:
"What I mean is that most of the abilities of the awakened are weird, weird, and difficult to guard against. At the level of the'corridor of mind', they can completely play us between applause and make Old Ge even the enemy. I can't find it, but we can only watch us suffer the impact and emerge a crisis.
"If he doesn't want to disrupt the infighting of the'Initial City', then he should come out in person after that, instead of letting the real'priest' try to make us vigilant."
"This may be his price." Shang Jianyao pointed to his head, "The thinking is not normal."
They discussed for a long time, but did not expect a reasonable explanation, so they had to continue to check the clues collected from the scene to see what they could gain.
"There is no decisive trace." Jiang Baimian sighed, "I can only hope that the cigarette can be tested for something."
She intends to find a trustworthy laboratory through the company's intelligence system to avoid being known by the "anti-intelligence" to the greatest extent.
In the following time, the three of them used the previously printed materials to revise and compile the introductory teaching materials for the grey language.
By three o'clock in the afternoon, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen woke up, joined the ranks, and stayed busy until the evening.
"What are you going to eat?" Long Yuehong put away the paper on the table and raised this eternal difficulty.
"Noodles?" Jiang Baimian said deliberately, "After spending so many days in the original city, I suddenly wanted to eat noodles."
Bai Chen poured cold water on her:
"In the beginning, there were very few places to sell noodles in the city, unless you went to the streets where the dust people gathered, but most of them were in the Green Olive District."
"We have a reserve of flour and we can make it ourselves." Gnawa said.
"Okay." Shang Jian Yao was excited.
It didn't take long for the four carbon-based people from the "Old Tune Group" to gather around the dining table, watching Gnawa wear a white cloth as an apron, skillfully and accurately kneading, kneading, rolling into dough, and cutting into noodles.
Although the whole process is not as pleasing to the eye, it is absolutely smooth and smooth.
"It's amazing." Long Yuehong praised Gnawa.
Gnawa's eyes flashed red twice:
"I used to download some cooking videos in Tarnan~EbookFREE.me~ I wanted to be more human, but I didn't expect it would come in handy today."
Hey, Shang Jianyao applauded for "Chef" Gnawa.
Long Yuehong hesitated for a moment, and decided to applaud to strengthen Old Ge's confidence.
At this time, Bai Chen was already applauding.
The only thing that didn't move was Jiang Baimian, she seemed to be thinking about something.
Shang Jian Yao immediately shook his hand before her eyes.
Jiang Baimian sobered up for a while, and said carefully:
"I just thought of a place where we might be targeted by the'anti-intellectual religion'."
"Where?" Bai Chen and Long Yuehong asked at the same time.
Jiang Baimian's expression gradually became solemn:
"The residence of General Focas."