Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao and saw his face full of anticipation, so he thoughtfully said:
"If invited, consider participating."
She was very careful with her words, speaking of consideration.
The outcome of consideration must be weighed against the situation at that time and the development of things.
Shang Jianyao nodded in satisfaction and did not ask any further.
After the ups and downs, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen were indeed a little tired, so they went to different bedrooms.
At this time, Jiang Baimian warned:
"Do not close the door."
"Ah?" Long Yuehong was at a loss for a while.
Jiang Baimian explained with a smile:
"I'm afraid that there is still some residual influence on you, so I have to keep an eye on your state.
"If you feel that you will not be able to fall asleep under our occasional gaze, you can choose to accept the cleaning of the 'Fate Pearl'."
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 strangle yourself to death..."
"You've read too much entertainment materials in the old world!" Long Yuehong said so, but he didn't dare to prevent this situation, and his body was very honest and opened the bedroom door a little bigger.
When he and Bai Chen fell asleep, Jiang Baimian got up and said to Shang Jianyao and Genawa:
"Let's study what we collected from the scene first."
While speaking, she took out the small sealed bag containing the cigarette butt and put it on the dining table.
—The room rented by the "Old Tune Group" in the Red Giant Wolf District has three bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom.
Genova also took out a bunch of subpackaged items and swept it around with the red light in his eyes.
"What's this?" Shang Jianyao sat down struttingly and lifted a sub-packaging bag.
There are two black pellets inside the bag.
"I analyzed it, it should be cinders." Genova also pulled the chair and sat down slowly.
Of course, he had to weigh the weight of the old chair and let his feet share some of the weight.
"Where did you find it?" Jiang Baimian also sat down.
Genova explained in detail:
"There were several footprints on bushes and stones, which were detached from above.
"These are too."
He launched another sub-bag.
The inside of the bag is charred black soil, which looks ordinary, nothing special.
Before waiting for Jiang Baimian to ask, Genova said the reason:
"They are darker than the soil in the woods, and not quite the same as the soil in the southern suburbs, and I have detected trace amounts of radiation in them.
"After comparison, more than 95% of them may come from the wasteland on the north bank of the Red River."
Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:
"In other words, after the last time the real 'priest' changed his shoes, he had been out of the city and had been to the North Shore...
"Where did the cinders come from?"
In her own words, she thought of some phenomena she observed while wandering around the prime city:
The Green Olive District had frequent power outages and high electricity rates, so lower-class citizens and slaves preferred perforated "cakes" made of cinders, low-quality charcoal, and cheap wood for fire, cooking, and heating.
This made many streets near the Red River in the Green Olive District to have coal cake workshops. If you pass through those places, stepping on some coal slag is a high probability event.
Similarly, the coal preparation plant on the north bank of the Red River and the factory area in the western suburbs of the original city have similar environments.
"There are too many possibilities." Jiang Baimian answered himself, "The biggest possibility is that the real 'priest' recently passed by a coal preparation plant on the north bank of the Red River."
Genova added:
"It is not ruled out that the real 'priest' stepped on it in the Green Olive District. There are many low-level citizens who are part-time relic hunters. They often go in and out of the wasteland on the north bank, and it is normal to bring back some soil unconsciously, while Iron Medal Street is separated from the port. Not too far."
The same goes for those briquettes.
"What do you mean, the real 'priest' stepped on it when he was monitoring us?" Jiang Baimian easily understood what Genava meant.
Gnavar moved his metal neck up and down:
"It's possible."
"There is another possibility." Shang Jianyao followed closely.
"What is it?" Jiang Baimian wanted to see what magical ideas this guy could come up with.
It might inspire her.
Shang Jianyao said with a serious face:
"The real 'priest' may be working in a coal preparation plant on the North Shore wasteland."
"..." Jiang Baimian was speechless at first, then laughed, "The 'anti-intellectualism' has developed to the point where it requires a quasi-high-level job like a true 'priest' to raise believers who have given up thinking?"
"It's possible that the 'priest' is not in good health because the work is too hard." Shang Jianyao reasoned further.
Jiang Baimian imagined the scene, trying not to laugh out loud.
The mysterious, dangerous image of the true "priest" briefly collapsed.
Jiang Baimian, Genava and Shang Jianyao discussed for a while about what cinder and scorched earth could represent, but they didn't get a clear direction for the investigation.
Jiang Baimian frowned slightly when he turned his attention to other sub-packaging bags and said:
"Just now, I said that the real 'priest' may have monitored us, otherwise we would not be able to accurately grasp the whereabouts of Xiaobai and Xiaohong, find them in time, and 'hypnotize' them, but I have repeatedly scrutinized them, and I don't think we have exposed our whereabouts.
"We paid attention to every link: we didn't go directly to the manor to investigate, and when we returned, no matter whether we noticed anything, we carefully completed the necessary link of anti-tracking. ... With the sensing and reconnaissance abilities of me, you, and Shang Jianyao, will the real 'priest' be quietly followed without any detection
"The real 'priest' at most knows from Shen Kui's memory that there are a few of us investigating the Zhao Family Manor, and from some undercover agents in Weed City to find out who destroyed his good deeds."
Shang Jianyao once again raised a possibility:
"Perhaps the 'anti-intellectualist' powerhouses at the 'spiritual corridor' level are following us.
"He has a larger sensing range than us, and maybe he can remember the characteristics of different consciousnesses, and he can complete the tracking far away."
Jiang Baimian wanted to laugh a little:
"Theoretically, it is possible, but can an awakened person at the level of the 'Spiritual Corridor' do this
"Wouldn't it be alright for him to make a sudden attack?"
Speaking of which, Jiang Baimian let out an "uh" because she remembered the existence of Genova.
With such an intelligent robot present, the raid of the Awakened at the "Spiritual Corridor" level may not be effective, and it may be beaten instead.
The ability to affect a robot is not that common after all.
Jiang Baimian added:
"I mean, most of the abilities of the Awakened are weird, weird, and hard to guard against. At the level of the 'Spiritual Corridor', they can play us with applause and make Lao Ge even the enemy without showing up. If we can't find it, we can only watch helplessly as we suffer and emerge from crisis.
"If he doesn't want to sabotage the matter of provoking infighting in the 'First City', then he should come forward in person instead of letting the real 'priest' try and make us vigilant."
"This may be his price." Shang Jianyao pointed to his head, "The thinking is abnormal."
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 and said, "I can only hope that the cigarette butt can be tested."
She intends to use the company's intelligence system and find a trusted laboratory to complete it, so as to avoid being known by "anti-intellectual education" to the greatest extent possible.
In the following time, the three of them revised and compiled the gray earth language introductory textbook based on the previously printed materials.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen woke up, joined the ranks, and were busy until the evening.
"What do you want to eat?" Long Yuehong put away the paper on the table and raised this age-old question.
"Noodles?" Jiang Baimian said with consideration, "After staying in the first city for so many days, I suddenly felt a little craving for noodles."
Bai Chen poured a basin of cold water on her:
"In the beginning, there were very few places selling noodles in the city, unless you went to the streets where the gray people gathered, but most of those were in the Green Olive area."
"We have a reserve of flour that we can make ourselves," Genova said.
"Okay." Shang Jianyao was excited.
It didn't take long for the four carbon-based people of the "Old Tune Group" to gather around the dining table, watching Genova wear a white cloth as an apron, kneading, kneading, rolling, and cutting noodles with skill and precision.
Although the whole process is not pleasing to the eye, it is definitely smooth.
"It's amazing." Long Yuehong praised Genova.
Red light flashed twice in Genova's eyes:
"I downloaded some cooking videos in Tarnan before. I wanted to be more human, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today."
Papapa, Shang Jianyao applauded "Chef" Genova.
Long Yuehong hesitated for a moment, and decided to follow the applause to enhance Lao Ge's confidence.
At this time, Bai Chen was already applauding.
The only one who didn't move was Jiang Baimian, she seemed to be thinking about something.
Shang Jianyao immediately shook his hand in front of her.
Jiang Baimian woke up and said after deliberation:
"I just thought of a place where we might be targeted by 'anti-intellectualism'."
"Where?" Bai Chen and Long Yuehong asked in unison.
Jiang Baimian's expression gradually became solemn:
"General Phocas' mansion."