Song He didn't know much about the "Spiritual Corridor". After Jiang Baimian asked a few more questions, he took Shang Jianyao and the others back to the hotel camp.
In a drowsy state, 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 with support and tucked the pillow behind her back.
When she reached out to touch her forehead, she glanced around and saw Shang Jianyao sitting by the other bed, taking advantage of the sunlight outside the window, holding a needle and thread, and earnestly mending a coat with multiple bullet holes.
This is a must-have skill for every "Panga creature" employee who has been performing tasks in the ash soil for a long time.
When the "Old Tune Group" was just formed, Jiang Baimian planned to take a special class on it, but she found that Shang Jianyao was more skilled than her.
Then she thought that Shang Jianyao lived alone after the age of 14 or 15, she was relieved and stopped talking about this aspect.
"What time is it?" Jiang Baimian retracted his hand from touching his forehead, confirming 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, except for the inflammation caused by the injury, she has not been sick for a long, long time.
Was it because the heart was overloaded last night and was affected by electric shocks, and then did not rest in time, resulting in illness? Jiang Baimian thought about it, Shang Jianyao put down his needles and clothes, turned his wrist to look at his watch, and said:
"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 that he carried with him and used it to "mislead" himself, and handed it to Jiang Baimian.
"Your cheeks are very red, your lips are dry, and you were talking 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 surged out of Jiang Baimian's body, forcibly stopping Shang Jianyao from continuing to speak.
She felt her image as a steel warrior was severely damaged.
After making the sound, she was exhausted and her mouth was dry, so she reached out to the bedside table where the clutter was piled up and tried to pick up her water bladder.
Before she finished her action, Shang Jianyao walked over quickly, picked up the water bag, unscrewed the cap, and brought it to her mouth.
"Huh." Jiang Baimian was shocked.
She did not refuse, Gulu took a few sips of water before saying with a smile:
"Is this a repentance for the unauthorized action last night?"
"This is what a companion should do." Shang Jianyao responded with no change in his expression.
Jiang Baimian glanced at him and took this opportunity to ask:
"Why did you rush out then?"
Shang Jianyao replied seriously:
"If you don't solve that Awakened, all Redstone Market townspeople will die."
Jiang Baimian looked at his dark brown and nearly 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 which, she was suddenly a little annoyed:
"Why aren't you sick?"
It's only fair that both are sick!
Moreover, Shang Jianyao is the one who should get sick the most, maybe he can take this opportunity to break through the "disease island".
Shang Jianyao thought about it and said:
"I wasn't nearly in a coma at the time."
This means that the load on his heart has not really exceeded the limit, nor has it been subjected to subsequent electrical stimulation.
Jiang Baimian sighed in his mouth and said silently for a moment:
"Too… "
Then she said:
"Come on, boil some hot water, get a towel, I'm going to put it on my forehead.
"No matter what, you acted without authorization last night, and you will be punished!"
Shang Jianyao had no objection, boiled tap water skillfully, adjusted the temperature, and twisted a towel over.
Jiang Baimian began to instruct him to do various things, 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 had already mastered these things.
As soon as his thoughts changed, Jiang Baimian's eyes lit up, and he patted the bed and said:
"We made a mistake 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 didn't sell anything and explained directly:
"Haven't we been thinking about how to address your fear of disease
"Actually, with your attitude towards your own life and death, you shouldn't be so afraid of disease."
Shang Jianyao thought about it and said:
"Illness will make me unable to do things, too late to do things, or fear."
Jiang Baimian replied angrily and hilariously:
"That's not the point."
Then she said:
"I think your fear of the disease is more of a fear that it takes away the people around you and there's nothing you can do about it."
Shang Jianyao fell into deep thought and did not speak for a long time.
Jiang Baimian laughed:
"I'll show you what it means to be strong and strong, and what a disease is!
"If the company's genetic modification technology is rolled out everywhere, and genetic modification becomes less dangerous and manageable, then humanity will be free from most disease threats."
After speaking, she leaned against the pillow and said with satisfaction:
"When I'm healed, you can try it in this direction.
"Okay, get me something to eat, I'm starting to feel hungry.
"This is a good sign!"
After lunch, because Jiang Baimian was ill, the responsibility of interrogating the next prisoner was handed over to Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong.
According to Jiang Baimian's instructions, they went to the Vigilant Church first and invited the vigilant Song He to interrogate them together.
This is to use the ability of the other party to make people friendly, so as not to expose the "reasoning clown".
Song He also just got up not long ago. For an old man of his age, after staying up all night, he showed no signs of discomfort, and his body was well maintained.
For Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong's invitations, he readily accepted, took two church guards, took his own car, came to Hongshiji together, and entered the security station at the bottom.
With this alerter taking the lead, although Han Wanghuo was still resting and did not come over, Shang Jianyao and others easily entered the interrogation room and saw the least injured prisoner.
This is a murloc, covered with gray-black scales, and slightly quivering gills from under the ears to the neck.
- In Long Yue Hong's eyes, all murlocs are the same in appearance, they can only be distinguished by their height, shortness, fatness and thinness.
After taking their seats, Shang Jianyao asked first:
"Who is that suffocating murloc?"
The murloc 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:
"It's not a secret thing."
The murloc captive thought about it carefully, it seemed to be the case.
He loosened his attitude quickly, raised his head, and said hesitantly:
"It's an angel."
"God's messenger? Which messenger of the age?" Long Yuehong was very polite and asked Song He's consent.
"It's not Zhi Sui." The murloc captive shook his head. "He was originally our third priest, and we believed in the God of the old world. Later, later, he asked us to change his name to his angel."
The language of the murlocs was derived from the Honghe language. Long Yuehong had a hard time listening, and it took a while to understand the meaning of the other party.
On the other hand, Song He, who had obviously taught himself the language of local sub-people, asked fluently:
"when did it happen?"
"Less than a year ago." The murloc captive seemed to be talking to a friend.
"What else happened at that time?" Song He asked.
There is awe in the eyes of the murloc captive Bai Duo He Shao:
"He, he became very strong, very scary, like the incarnation of a god.
"He can easily kill a man, he can easily destroy an army."
Shang Jianyao asked with great interest:
"What about before? Was he strong?"
The murloc captive glanced at the guy in the monkey mask and said reluctantly:
"He has some powers, but they are not too powerful. He can make a person unable to open his mouth, unable to eat, and he can make a person tired easily, like lack of oxygen..."
After listening to the description of the murloc captive, Song He asked in a soft voice:
"What did he do before he became an envoy
"Or, have you experienced anything?"
The murloc captive fell into memory, and after a while, he said:
"We landed on the largest island in Fury Lake.
"My great-grandfather said that there are market towns and several villages there. We were busy protecting ourselves, surviving, farming, and fishing at first. Later, we kept thinking about calling them back, but we didn't pay attention to their situation."
When it came to "calling back", his mood fluctuated to a certain extent, and he seemed to no longer trust Song He.
But soon, he became friendly enough:
"After being repelled last time, we have been recuperating, and many young people have become interested in the big island because they have been idle for too long.
"The island is much larger than the one we live in, the roads are well preserved, and there are deserted farmlands everywhere. We wonder where the humans on the island have gone, and they shouldn't have been attacked by outsiders.
"After searching for a while, we found the market town where they once lived 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 got used to the murloc language.
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 deity called Yan Hu, who claimed to be the king of Yama in the mythology of the gray people who came into the world.
"With the blessing of this god, the people on the island did not suffer any disasters and lived very well. Just when they gathered some strength and planned to seize the surrounding area of Angry Lake, the god fell into a deep sleep and never again Did not wake up.
"After losing the blessing of the gods, a large-scale 'heartless disease' broke out on the island soon, and the remaining humans should have been hunted and killed before long."
Large-scale "without heart disease"... Long Yuehong's scalp felt numb when she heard such a description.
At this time, Shang Jianyao asked excitedly:
"You found the sleeping god?"
The murloc captive moved his lips for a while and said:
"right.
"We found his sleeping temple."