Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong didn't react immediately until the people on the two bicycles also saw them.
Bang dang, bang dang, the two people with rifles on their backs directly abandoned their bicycles, and they rolled and jumped to hide behind a nearby obstacle.
Seeing this scene, Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong woke up, no longer just raised their assault rifles vigilantly and reflexively. They quickly fluttered to the side and blocked themselves with the help of the two pillars at the entrance of the hospital.
The scene became extremely quiet for a while, only occasionally the sound of birdsong came from a distance.
Seeing that Long Yuehong seemed to want to pick up the walkie-talkie, Shang Jianyao raised his voice and shouted from the air:
"We are not malicious!"
After a short silence, there was also a slightly hoarse, as if phlegm-filled voice:
"Neither do we!"
Shang Jianyao immediately responded:
"Maybe we can exchange information!"
After a few seconds, there shouted:
"It doesn't seem to be very convenient to communicate like this!"
"Then let's get closer!" Shang Jianyao suggested loudly without thinking.
The two over there communicated in a low voice across the obstacle, but because of the long distance, Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong could not hear the specific content clearly.
In less than a minute, there was a response:
"it is good!"
When Shang Jianyao heard the words, he turned his head to Long Yuehong and said:
"I will take care of you first, and you will be behind."
"Yeah." Long Yuehong released his right hand holding the handle of the gun and made a no problem gesture.
Shang Jianyao didn't try to let the other party leave the hiding place first. He held the assault rifle and left behind the pillar step by step with tense muscles all over his body.
During this process, he was highly vigilant and prepared to fall and roll at any time.
Seeing that he showed sincerity, there was also a person over there, with the same attitude.
This man was in his thirties, about 1.7 meters tall. He was wearing a slightly shriveled, dirty, dark blue over-the-knee down jacket with three or four patches.
His hair is light yellow, his eyes are light blue, his facial features and outline are darker, and he is obviously different from Shang Jianyao, Long Yuehong and others. At first glance, he belongs to the Honghe race.
Perhaps because of his long-term activities in the wilderness, this person has dry and cracked skin, and his fingernails are obviously black.
He clenched his rifle tightly, and moved closer to Shang Jianyao, meter by meter.
After they entered the convenient conversation area, Long Yuehong and the remaining talent on the opposite side left the hiding place and moved closer to their companions.
"What's your name?" The bald man, like before, used the grey earth language, which is the native language of Shang Jianyao and others, rather than the Honghe language.
In the process of speaking, he did not relax, and was still on high alert.
"Shang Jianyao." Shang Jianyao replied calmly, "A formal relic hunter, how about you?"
Long Yuehong, who originally wanted to answer quickly, heaved a sigh of relief—he was quite afraid that Shang Jianyao would "get sick" at this time. After all, he was not an acquaintance, and no one could appreciate and tolerate his "humor".
The bald man thought about it and said:
"Harris Brown, Intermediate Hunter."
He didn't show his hunter badge, and he didn't let Shang Jianyao show it, because it was in the ruins, there was no special machine to read the information in the chip, and it was impossible to confirm the real owner of the badge and the corresponding credit level, and in the wilderness , Many people will register as a hunter at will, or have obtained corresponding items from the corpse of the enemy, and a badge alone can't represent anything.
- The technique of engraving a name on a badge is too primitive, and it is very easy to imitate, and the most important thing is that the person holding the badge can choose to report the name on the badge instead of the real name.
The conversation between Harris Brown and Shang Jianyao was actually closer to "chilling", which was used to pave the way for the atmosphere.
Shang Jianyao glanced at Harris Brown's companion and found that this was a woman, more than 1.60 meters tall, with fairly ordinary facial features.
Her flaxen hair fell naturally, just above her shoulders, and she wore a beige beret with a fairly clean top-starch.
"You don't seem to have gained anything?" Shang Jianyao turned his attention to Harris Brown again.
Harris Brown replied without a smile:
"It's just passing by, just spend a little time trying, it's normal to get nothing.
"In this ruin, it's hard to get supplies without the right equipment.
"This is your first time here?"
"Yes." Shang Jianyao replied calmly, and then asked, "Did you also take that mission to find the guy with black hair and golden eyes?"
Harris Brown nodded slightly:
"I'll give you a piece of advice, for a fee:
"Give up this mission, the north of Yuelu Station has been very unstable recently."
"It's related to the abnormality in the depths of the swamp? Did you hear the roar that night?" Shang Jianyao asked.
Harris Brown's expression gradually became solemn:
"Yes, we were north of Yuelu Station at that time.
"After dawn, we moved on and found several corpses, just a few hours old.
"These corpses don't have any fatal wounds on their bodies, but their expressions are very distorted. Some show pain, some are full of fear, and some seem to be laughing, laughing terribly."
Long Yuehong's heart was tingling, and her scalp was a little numb, but this feeling was quickly dispelled by Shang Jianyao's question:
"There are no fatal wounds... What about the clothes, any more?"
What the hell is this... Long Yuehong couldn't help but slandered.
Harris Brown's expression froze slightly:
"No.
"Obviously someone found the body before us and took everything."
"Professional." Shang Jianyao praised, and Harris Brown felt that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the conversation.
He took a silent breath and continued:
"Hey, they didn't even spare their hair, otherwise I could get a wig. Anyway, after seeing those corpses, we gave up our mission and went all the way back, not daring to rest, and just arrived here an hour ago. ."
"It's pretty fast." Shang Jianyao commented casually.
Harris Brown doesn't look sideways:
"We ride bicycles and can take advantage of some small roads in the swamp, while cars and motorcycles can't pass through, so we can only detour."
Shang Jianyao nodded lightly:
"last question.
"Are there any other relic hunters here, or wilderness wanderers?"
"There are a few more, but with your equipment, as long as you don't take the initiative to attack them, they won't provoke you." Harris Brown's head reflected a little light in the sunlight.
Shang Jianyao asked as if thinking:
"Without these weapons?"
Harris Brown's face suddenly twisted:
"On dust, weakness is the original sin."
His eyes became a little fierce, revealing a bit of hatred that could not be concealed.
Without waiting for Shang Jian Yao to ask again, he sighed and let his expression return to normal:
"It's my time to ask.
"This is the reward for the advice just now."
In fact, he didn't expect Shang Jianyao to answer, not to be a rogue, anyway, the information contained in that advice is not very valuable, because many of the relic hunters who have withdrawn have found anomalies more or less.
Besides, it was already more than a day ago, and it would take more than a day to get here to the north of Yuelu Station at the earliest. In this way, even if Harris did not advise and let the two people on the opposite side go, It's also very likely that they won't catch up with what's happening.
"Can I pay with something else?" Shang Jian Yao loosened his left hand holding the assault rifle magazine and stretched it into his clothes pocket.
"Have a look." Harris Brown and his companions suddenly raised their alert level, afraid that Shang Jianyao would bring out any dangerous items.
Shang Jianyao quickly took out two small bags of compressed biscuits and showed them.
— This was supposed to be part of his ruined lunch.
"...very good, you are very generous." Harris Brown did not expect the other party to be willing to exchange food.
This is barely enough for them to deal with.
Shang Jianyao immediately threw the two small bags of compressed biscuits.
Harris Brown and his companions did not pick it up and let the two small bags of compressed biscuits fall to the ground.
It's the fear of the other party shooting while they're picking up the biscuits.
"Let's talk later." Shang Jianyao smiled, as if saying goodbye to his friends.
He and Long Yuehong immediately walked to the gate of the ruins of the steel factory step by step, without relaxing their guard against Harris Brown and his companions.
The other party does the same.
When the distance between the two sides was large enough that the sharpshooter could no longer hit, Harris Brown asked his companion to pick up the compressed biscuits and pushed the two bicycles over.
After watching the two leave the ruins on bicycles, Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong looked around the square outside the gate with their assault rifles.
"The outside should be the accommodation area. Search here first, or inside?" Long Yuehong asked hesitantly.
Shang Jianyao did not look at the collapsed or dilapidated "green" buildings on both sides of the square, and pointed to the gate:
"Go inside first and figure out the basic layout."
"Okay." Long Yuehong didn't object.
The two immediately passed through the iron black gate that can accommodate multiple vehicles in parallel.
"It seems that the relic hunters also have their limits. This gate was not divided and moved." Long Yuehong glanced back and sighed.
Shang Jianyao followed and looked at it:
"Probably not worth it."
They stopped talking and walked along the broad but tattered road to the depths of the steel factory.
There is a row of tall, doorless and very spacious bungalows on the right here, and unlike the bungalows in the outpatient area of the hospital, there are walls separating the small rooms, and there are only pillar marks in the middle.
In some rooms without left and right walls, there are also grooves where people can stand or lie down.
"What place is this?" Long Yuehong asked in confusion.
Shang Jianyao shook his head:
"I don't know. But don't you think standing in those trenches would be handy for fixing the bottom of the car?"
"This is the repair area? It's equivalent to a garage next to it?" Long Yuehong suddenly realized, "Remember to mark it later."
On the left side of the road, there is a foul-smelling pond, a small group of trees, and a small building hidden in the green depths.
Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong ignored these places for the time being, and went deeper into the factory area step by step.
Before long, they came to the vicinity of the towering "chimneys" and saw many steel supports and rough buildings erected around them.
A large dragon-like iron-black pipe slid down from somewhere in the "chimney" to different places, and the angles were not too steep.
The pipes were not closed, but seemed to be the remaining half of the circle cut horizontally.
Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong entered this area, walking up and down the road, walking through the rusty steel forest.
Soon, there were broken guardrails on the edge of the road, and outside was a pool full of rainwater, I don't know what it was used for.
Because the high place is sheltered, the sun can only shine a little, and the surrounding looks very gloomy and dim.
In addition, there was no sound, it was quiet, and Long Yuehong's heart trembled as he walked.
He couldn't help but said:
"Didn't you say there are other relic hunters? Why haven't you encountered any of them?"
Shang Jianyao glanced at him:
"It doesn't seem very auspicious to say such things at such a time."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden clanging sound from the heights.
A black shadow quickly fell, and after a few collisions between the steel bracket and the construction expenditure, it fell heavily not far ahead.
This is a human, and his body has been damaged to a certain extent, and the blood is rapidly overflowing.
At this time, the sound of banging was still echoing in this area, and it did not completely subside.
Before Long Yuehong and Shang Jianyao could react, they saw a figure walking around the corner of the road ahead.
This figure is taller than Shang Jianyao, the whole body is composed of black metal skeleton, the left arm is holding a grenade launcher, and the right palm has flame vents and laser emission holes.
"He" was wearing a tattered yellow monk's robe, with a red cassock on the outside, and a pair of red eyes on his face.