Bai Chen shook his head:
"Living here, the boss doesn't ask anything, and neither do we."
Jiang Baimian glanced sideways at the door:
"When I came back with Shang Jianyao, we found that there was no one at the front desk..."
She recounted the story of hearing the low roar of the "beast" in the boss's room, and emphasized at the end:
"According to my induction, there is only a mass of electrical signals that can be called large creatures."
"There is only one human consciousness." Shang Jianyao added.
"Screaming, growling, pale, sweating..." Bai Chen chewed these words and said guessingly, "He has some kind of disease? Or some kind of subhuman?"
Before waiting for Jiang Baimian and others to respond, she made another guess:
"Perhaps some strange religion
"In Primal City, there are many religions, big and small."
Jiang Baimian recalled for a while and said:
"Forget it, let's not discuss the boss's problem, and it has nothing to do with us."
Having said that, she patted her palm:
"Take a break for a while, and I have to see the company's intelligence officer at night."
…
It was already dark at 7:40 in the evening.
Red Wolf District, Bliss Street, Silver Candle Cafe.
After Bai Chen, Long Yuehong, and Genava entered the monitoring positions, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao pushed open the slightly heavy door inlaid with glass and walked in.
The tables here are all a little greasy, apparently working part-time as a restaurant.
Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian each asked for a cup of coffee, found the seat by the window and in the corner, and sat down.
It didn't take long before two cups of coffee, called "Bucha" by the locals, came over.
Jiang Baimian took a light sniff, picked up the cup, and took a sip.
"It's not too fragrant, and the taste is very ordinary, quite bland..." She pressed her voice and commented.
Or the coffee I drank at Genova's house.
Moreover, milk and sugar are relatively valuable here, and if you want to add extra money, sometimes you may not have it.
Shang Jianyao picked up the cup and Gulu took two sips.
"It's quite thirst-quenching." He also expressed his feelings.
Jiang Baimian said "um":
"This place should be for middle and lower class citizens.
"In the entire dusty soil, where grain can be grown, grain must be planted. How many good coffee beans and how many instants can be made?"
The two were drinking and talking like normal customers. At this moment, a person came to the table behind them and sat down with their backs to them.
The location facing the street is a wall and cannot be seen by passers-by.
After about a minute, the man next to the back of Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao's chair suddenly suppressed his voice and said in a low voice:
"I'm 'Garibaldi'."
He was speaking in grey.
Jiang Baimian was stunned for a moment, turned his head to the side, looked at Shang Jianyao and said:
"Ah, what did you say? I have bad ears."
While speaking, she raised her hand and touched her metal cochlea.
The man who called himself "Garibaldi" froze in his seat.
He did not expect that the secret meeting he had carefully prepared would encounter almost insurmountable difficulties from the very beginning.
Back-to-back communication that pretends not to know must have at least one premise:
The other person must be able to hear what you are saying.
Fortunately, Shang Jianyao controlled his voice and simulated his performance:
"I'm 'Garibaldi'."
When Jiang Baimian heard the words, he nodded and exhaled slowly.
"Garibaldi" was the code name for the company's intelligence officer.
"I'm the team leader of the company's 'Old Tune Team'. Have the relevant information on the target been collected?" With his bad ears, Jiang Baimian could only suppress his voice so as not to be accidentally caught by guests at other tables. hear.
She was also speaking in grayscale.
This time, "Garibaldi" can't be heard clearly.
Shang Jianyao acted as the translator and seemed to enjoy it.
After "Garibaldi" understood what Jiang Baimian was asking, he quickly replied:
"The general situation of the two targets has been figured out and written on the information. In addition, the company has also prepared 1,000 Ole for you to do the task, so that you can buy the people around the target."
The company is quite generous this time... The intelligence network in the first city also seems to be very rich... After hearing Shang Jianyao's retelling, Jiang Baimian mumbled a little in surprise.
However, this is a bit far from the Ole needed to trade military exoskeleton devices and robotic arms.
"Garibaldi" continued:
"What more do you need?"
Jiang Baimian looked at Shang Jianyao, and said after a few seconds of silence:
"I want detailed information on the 'anti-intellectualism' assassination of the Elder Sols.
"Uh, we had a conflict with the 'Anti-Intellectual Religion' in Weed City, and we found their traces not long after we arrived in Primordial City. We must take precautions early."
She speaks with grandeur, and every word is the truth.
"Okay, give us some time." Garibaldi didn't hesitate.
After Shang Jianyao's translation, Jiang Baimian thought about it and asked:
"Is there anything worth paying attention to in the first city recently?"
"Garibaldi" recalled for a moment:
"Nothing special, I have to say, there are barely two things: one is the strange white giant wolf in the mountains on the north bank, you can go to the Hunter Guild to find out about it; The radical views expressed at the citizens' assembly aroused the dissatisfaction of several elders, including Ombudsman Alexander."
Members of the Senate may be called elders, senators, councilors, or elders.
The "First City" has three major giants in name, namely the consul, the inspector, and the chief of homeland security.
- The three giants are all elected by the Senate, once every four years.
With his amazing memory, Shang Jianyao repeated the words of "Garibaldi" word for word.
This gave "Garibaldi" an inexplicable feeling that the other party was yin and yang:
This kind of paraphrase is enough to express the meaning clearly. How can there be a reason for memorizing the whole text without letting go of the modal particles
After Jiang Baimian listened carefully, he thought about it for a while and said:
"There is nothing else to ask. If there is anything else to ask for your help, I will contact you again."
"It's not about who helps whom. It's our job. It may be better to use collaboration." "Garibaldi" said politely, and said, "I'll put the things on the table, don't forget."
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already left his position and walked towards the door of this Silver Candle Cafe.
In order to prevent others from finding out, asking questions, and looking for the owner, Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian just waited for a while, then turned around and looked at the table behind.
There was a small grey cloth bag.
Shang Jianyao sat outside, his movements were more stretched, he took the cloth bag back first and hid it in his arms.
During this process, both he and Jiang Baimian saw the profile of Garibaldi.
The intelligence officer was less than 1.75 meters tall, wearing a very old thin black coat and a peaked cap with a very low brim.
While walking, his left hand kept pressing the hat, covering his face.
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao didn't look at it much, looked away, sat upright, and continued drinking coffee.
After waiting for another ten minutes, they slowly got up, left the cafe, and got on the jeep parked nearby.
Bai Chen, Long Yuehong, and Genova waited for a while, until they confirmed that there were no other monitors around, then they left one after another and returned to the gray off-road.
…
Ugo Hotel, Room 202.
Jiang Baimian took part of the information and said while looking at it:
"Marcus loves watching gladiator fights..."
In the beginning, there was a popular entertainment program in the city, which was to select strong people from captives and slaves, and let them fight each other to decide the final winner.
The victor is freed to become a member of the senatorial guard or a member of a nobleman's private army.
"Aviya likes to take a bath very much and has turned half of her home into a bathroom." Long Yuehong also shared what she saw.
This refers to 14 Round Hill Street, Golden Apple District.
"It's really enviable." Jiang Baimian stood up with a smile and walked to the bathroom.
As she approached there, she felt that the light had dimmed a little, and the hidden wooden door had been closed tightly for some time.
Then, she heard He He's voice coming from inside.
It was like a beast panting, screaming, and growling, making it creepy.
Jiang Baimian looked around suddenly and saw that the room was pitch black.
Moments later, she opened her eyes and found herself lying on the bed.
The moonlight outside the window shone through the curtain, casting a faint glow.
Just now, it was just a dream.
A dream that mixes the scene of the "old tune group" discussing materials in the evening and the encounter between the two of them in the afternoon.
Jiang Baimian felt something, turned his head suspiciously, and saw that Shang Jianyao had already sat up, pondering something in the dark.
"Are you awake too?" Shang Jianyao asked.
Jiang Baimian gave a "hmm" and said in recollection:
"I dreamed about the afternoon thing, that is, the thing that I heard a strange noise in the boss's room, and then woke up scared."
Shang Jianyao looked at her and said calmly:
"Me too."