Shang Jianyao looked at Zhao Shouren's eyes, raised his hand and touched his chin.
He further asked:
"It doesn't have to be a stranger. Who are the outsiders in recent months?"
"No, except for a few merchants who sell daily items, there will be no other outsiders." Zhao Shouren shook his head again.
He paused for a moment and asked back 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 the word meant.
Because Shang Jianyao looked like a man of gray soil, they naturally used the gray soil language when they had a conversation just now.
Shang Jianyao was about to seriously explain the true meaning and extended meaning of the next gossip, Zhao Shouren raised his hand and waved:
"Stop chatting, wait and go out to chat, it's not suitable for chatting here."
In such a small room, the evaporating water vapor made it difficult to breathe. The high temperature pressed every part of the body, making people feel a little dizzy and stuffy in the chest. It was really not suitable for chatting.
Shang Jianyao closed his mouth politely, scooping a spoonful of water from time to time and pouring it on the red-hot stone.
The two quietly listened to Zizi's voice like this, as if competing for 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 way, I'll be dizzy if I steam it any more."
Shang Jianyao smiled:
"Then let's go out."
Zhao Shouren immediately opened the door of the steam bath and walked to a hot pool not far away.
Shang Jianyao followed closely behind him, followed his example, tore off the bath towel around his waist, and slid into the water to wash off all the feelings he had just "steamed".
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 got used to the water temperature, the muscles on his face gradually relaxed, and the whole person seemed to be refreshed.
"Brother, there is no tomorrow in this dust. If you should enjoy it, you must enjoy it." Zhao Shouren took a towel, wiped his forehead, and said sincerely.
Shang Jianyao also soaked in the cold water pool and looked around, as if everything was novel.
"You have to go back to the manor this afternoon?" he asked.
Zhao Shouren nodded:
"There's enough time, take a nap, wake up and ask someone to serve you, then take a shower, eat lunch, and go out shopping."
Papapa, Shang Jianyao applauded for his arrangement.
At the same time, he glanced under the water.
Zhao Shouren coughed twice and turned back to the hot water pool.
This time, after only a few minutes of soaking, he hurriedly got up and wrapped his large bath towel.
After rushing over the body and putting on the bathrobe, Shang Jianyao could see the appearance of the Zhao family steward:
He must be forty years old, with a thin body, rather sparse hair, and obvious puffiness around his eyes.
After leaving the men's bathroom, the two entered the rest area, each occupying a reclining chair and covering them with a thin quilt.
Chatting and chatting, Zhao Shouren closed his eyes, and there was a snoring sound in his nasal cavity.
Shang Jianyao glanced at him sideways, and took out an item from the bathrobe pocket with a smile:
It was a night pearl that quietly bloomed with turquoise light.
Shang Jianyao held this night pearl, his eyes gradually became dark.
"Fate Pass"!
"Fate Pass" from DiMarco!
In Zhao Shouren's "Sea of Origins", Shang Jianyao appeared in a white bathrobe.
On the shimmering sea, a faint mist filled the air, and islands were hidden, but Zhao Shouren's own consciousness did not manifest.
This is the appearance of the spiritual world of ordinary people who have not entered the "hall of stars" and have opened the corresponding door.
Shang Jianyao was then divided into nine, all sitting cross-legged in the air.
Immediately afterwards, countless waves surged up in the "Sea of Origins" influenced by "Destiny Link", and various pictures became larger one after another.
The nine businessmen began to look back on Zhao Shouren's memories in recent months, and each was responsible for one share.
A few minutes later, Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a small speaker, said in surprise:
"Have a harvest!"
He quickly brought the scene to the maximum:
In a room with bookshelves and a table, Zhao Shouren was reporting something to a young man who was a bit like Zhao Yide but not fat at all.
Sitting on the chair behind the young man was 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 he has a problem?"
"Where do you judge the clues to be found here?"
"Isn't it not allowed to be an Awakener hired by a high salary?"
Three or four of the remaining businessmen raised their own questions.
Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a small speaker, said with a smile:
"This is part of Jiang Baimian's way of thinking:
"Bold assumptions, careful verification.
"Since this person looks special, let's focus on checking all the fragments in Zhao Shouren's memory."
Eight other Shang Jianyao agreed.
Soon, with their concerted efforts, all the memory fragments of the man in the black trench coat were found:
He was 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 them, Shang Jianyao, found out keenly that the man in the black trench coat was nothing like his parents, and this could not explain why he received special treatment at all.
The businessmen carefully observed the man in the black trench coat for a while, and found that his face was not very good, and he looked rather haggard.
It reminded them of one person at the same time:
Fake "priest".
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It's not too difficult to get a car in the first city, as long as you don't pursue whether it was produced in recent years and how long it will last, there are various models of vehicles for you to choose from.
But if you have no money on your body, you can't commit a crime, and there is a time limit, it will be more troublesome. At least Long Yuehong and Genova can't think of where to start.
Fortunately, their team has Bai Chen, and they know the first 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 Qinglan District.
It's not too far from the hotel, it only takes about ten or twenty minutes to walk, but the houses are getting more and more dilapidated and the roads are narrower.
Sometimes, when Long Yuehong and the others are walking in the streets, they can reach the outer walls of the houses on both sides with their arms fully extended, and the dense wires above are chaotically dividing the sky.
Along the way, the team encountered the most dirty children. The adults either went to the factory area or were busy with other things in life. Only a few stayed in this area.
Long Yuehong swept the area that suddenly opened up in front of her eyes and the large number of junk cars parked inside, and asked curiously:
"Is this a place to sell cars?"
The relic hunters dragged some of the vehicles found in the ruins of the city to the back of the original city. They often didn't have much time to find the final buyer, and they traded directly with used car dealers.
Although this will definitely suffer a big loss in price, at least it saves time and cost, and many relic hunters, who can't sell the harvest today, will be hungry the next day.
"Yes." Bai Chen nodded and replied.
"But we don't have much money..." Long Yuehong reminded cautiously.
Bai Chen glanced at Genova, 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 can't be moved out, and ordinary businessmen lack all kinds of technical means in the old world. Are you afraid that you won't be able to get it back if you rent it out
While they were talking, the three of them entered the row of dilapidated bungalows next to the parking lot and saw a few people from the Red Shore with dark brown skin and curly hair chatting behind the wooden platform.
"Rent a car." Before waiting for those people to ask about their intentions, Bai Chen said directly.
"The price can only be determined by choosing the vehicle." The tallest man from Hongan, who was still not as good as Long Yuehong, responded.
Then, he emphasized:
"You still need collateral, or you'll drive out of town and never come back, and we'll lose money."
Bai Chen didn't speak, and pointed to Genova.
Ah, to mortgage Lao Ge here? Long Yuehong flashed such a thought in an instant.
The next second, Genova put the sack he was carrying in front of him, and took out the "Death" individual combat bazooka.
"Is this okay?" Bai Chen asked.
After looking at his companions, the Red Shore man in charge of the reception team nodded and said:
"Can."
This kind of heavy weapon is completely enough for a broken car of the old world.
"Don't lose it, we still have similar weapons." Bai Chen warned calmly, "And it will be replaced with other collateral soon."
"Okay." The Red Shore man nodded hurriedly.
The team quickly picked out the vehicle it needed. It was a square gray off-road vehicle, and there were traces of later repairs in some places.
After signing the contract at the price of 2 Ole per day, Bai Chen drove back to the Ugo Hotel.
Because some roads were very narrow on the way to walk, and vehicles could not pass directly, she had to go around.
This allowed them to pass through the Westport of the original city.
Ships from the upper and lower reaches of the Red River stopped there, loading and unloading supplies.
At this time, Long Yuehong heard several long howls from the streets near the port:
"Ow!"
These calls are not shrill, not fierce, not like real wolves, but with a bit of sadness and some kind of indescribable feeling.
"This is?" Long Yuehong looked sideways at Bai Chen.
He was distressed to hear it.
Bai Chen looked ahead and said:
"The Ashlander whore."
"Ah?" Neither Long Yuehong nor Genava could understand what this had to do with howling wolf.
Bai Chen's eyes still fell on the end of the road, and his tone remained unchanged:
"They were caught as slaves and picked up by brothels, and no one taught them the Red River language, so they could only attract passing guests and sailors in the port by imitating the cry of a she-wolf.
"In Primal City, they were called 'wolves'."
After listening to Long Yuehong, she opened her mouth, but said nothing.