Long Yuehong reached out and picked up the piece of paper, and browsed it quickly:
"Bag 1 is for Johnny's wife.
"Bag 2 is for Donovan's parents.
"Bag No. 3 is for John Leith's son.
"Bag 4 for Emmon's family."
This is a simple allocation scheme.
Long Yuehong took this piece of paper, walked back to Waite, and squatted down.
Bai Chen, who had reported the situation to Jiang Baimian, shook his head at him:
"It can't be saved."
Even if Wete is now injected with non-cartridge biological agents, given his massive blood loss, there is not enough suitable blood to replenish, and he will be able to hold on for two or three more minutes, which does not make much sense.
And the non-cards carried by the "Old Tune Group" are limited, so they can't waste them. Bai Chen naturally doesn't want to waste them.
Thinking of Waite's timid appearance in the ruins, Long Yuehong felt a little sad for a while.
He hurriedly said to Waite:
"You want us to help you bring this harvest to your companion's family?"
Hearing this sentence, Wet's face, whose eyes were already slack, actually glowed with a little brilliance.
He nodded very hard, and a faint sound came out of his throat.
Long Yuehong lowered her head, leaned over, and finally heard what Waite was saying.
"Thanks...Thanks..." Waite's voice stopped abruptly, his head tilted to one side.
Long Yuehong stared for a few seconds and sighed long.
He stood up slowly, checked the room with Bai Chen, and found five small cloth bags from Waite's luggage, four of which were labeled, numbered one to four.
There are many gold ornaments, special alloys and folded technical information in each cloth bag. Except for the one that is not labeled, the weight is similar.
And the one without a label has the least amount of items.
"He should have sorted these things out after he came back." Long Yuehong sighed, "He had no idea at all that he would 'suicide'."
Bai Chen looked around, did not respond to his companion's emotion, and said simply:
"No clues."
Long Yuehong looked back at Waite's body and the large pool of blood, and sighed again.
…
Where the "Old Tune Group" parked, the surviving Wang Fugui, Gray and Jiang Baimian gathered together.
—Fellington also committed suicide, he hanged himself with a belt.
"Why only Waite, Fars and Ferrinton 'suicide', but we have nothing to do?" Long Yuehong expressed puzzlement.
If it wasn't for the "Old Tune Group", he would have to wonder if Wang Fugui or Gray was making trouble.
The next second, Shang Jianyao answered Long Yuehong's question:
"Why do you think we're fine?"
Long Yuehong was startled when she heard it. She glanced left and right, and found that everyone had a solemn expression on their faces.
Except for Granava.
He was expressionless.
Is this because we haven't had time to make things happen yet? But, but when we were affected, there is no sign at all... Long Yuehong eased the inner turmoil by exhaling.
After a long time, Jiang Baimian sighed:
"As expected of the ruins of Wasteland No. 13..."
In the whole thing, apart from being affected a little at the beginning, which led to their subsequent exploration twice, at other times, Jiang Baimian asked himself that he had done well enough, that he had not left any mistakes, and avoided all the risks he could think of. Even so, they unknowingly went to "death".
No one can tell what he would have done now if Waite, Fars, and Ferrinton had not been awakened by their deaths.
"We didn't enter the radio station within one kilometer." Bai Chen was also puzzled.
The company gave very accurate figures.
Wang Fugui and Gray looked at each other, and both slowly shook their heads, saying that they didn't realize when they were influenced by Wu Meng.
After all, none of them heard any suggestion of suicide.
Shang Jianyao snapped his right fist and gave his left palm:
"I understand!"
Wang Fugui and Gray looked at him suddenly, with subconscious expectations.
Jiang Baimian is also looking forward to seeing what unusual reasons this guy can come up with.
That might inspire her.
Shang Jianyao said seriously:
"Within a certain range, all electronic products that can be used are Wu Meng's clones.
"As we explored, he was always by our side, everywhere."
Jiang Baimian was a little surprised when he heard:
"Maybe… "
She remembered that she sensed electricity from a loudspeaker in the roadside mall.
"He quietly influenced us through those electronic products, without using words to induce?" Gray is not too convinced.
Judging from Wu Meng's previous performance, in addition to speaking a "Tao" at the beginning, he also needs to rely on language to complete the final manipulation.
"It's not impossible. That method is more subtle, and the effect will not be so obvious. It takes time to achieve what Wu Meng wants." Wang Fugui said with consideration.
Jiang Baimian immediately added:
"That's why he used words to induce us to enter the ruins again and again."
"This..." Long Yuehong suddenly felt that things were being linked together.
Bai Chen looked at the tactical backpack behind Jiang Baimian and said as if he understood something:
"That newspaper also deliberately left us clues, wanting us to go to the ruins again
"A large part of us have not been affected enough, have not reached the tipping point of suicide, and need to be strengthened?"
"This explanation is very reasonable." The more Long Yuehong thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case.
Because of the presence of outsiders, Genova remained silent and did not participate in the discussion independently.
After listening to Wang Fugui, he thought about it and said:
"Actually I have another guess as to why we're fine."
"What is it?" Shang Jianyao asked curiously.
Wang Fugui looked around, his expression gradually solemn:
"I'm a member of a religious organization, and Gray seems to be too, and we're all blessed at different ages, so we didn't commit suicide.
"You should also be some devout believers. When you entered the cave for the first time, I saw it, and Waite and Fars are relatively pure relic hunters. They believe a little bit, but not much. ."
He didn't know much about Fei Lintong, so he didn't make any comments, but judging from the relationship between the other party and the Mirror Sect, he believed that this person was not a devout believer.
While Jiang Baimian was laughing, Shang Jianyao took out the "Picture of the Gods of the Years":
"Do you want to ask our belief in 'Yougu', 'Si Ming', 'Last Man', 'Shuangri', 'Broken Mirror', 'Bodhi', 'Golden Balance', or 'Scorching Gate'?"
Wang Fugui and Gray's expressions instantly became weird and complicated, as if they had never met such a person before.
Shang Jianyao put away the paper and asked sincerely:
"What is the sacrament of the two of you?"
Wang Fugui subconsciously replied:
"Various practices of gall and spinach."
Shang Jianyao didn't ask them what sect they were or who they believed in, and looked directly at Gray, which made Wang Fugui feel insulted.
Gray hesitated and said:
"It's not convenient to tell outsiders."
"You can't recruit believers like this." Shang Jianyao said earnestly.
He successfully diverted the topic, and almost no one paid attention to Wu Meng's influence.
Gray tightened his clothes and stopped responding to Shang Jianyao.
Jiang Baimian made a round in time:
"There is another possibility. The three people who died were only excerpts from newspapers and did not take pictures."
She is looking for commonalities and differences.
"But I also excerpted some content when I went back to make it easier to read..." Wang Fugui didn't agree with this very much. "If some people have read the newspaper and some haven't, then it is understandable. The equipment and locations for taking pictures are all In the camp, far away from Wu Meng, it is unlikely to be affected."
Jiang Baimian nodded lightly:
"really.
"Anyway, you should pay attention later, it's best to find someone to accompany you for a while, um, at least half a month."
As for the "Old Tune Group", this task must be handed over to Genova.
Wang Fugui and Gray did not dare to be careless about this, and successively stated that they really wanted to do it.
After watching them leave, Jiang Baimian looked at Long Yuehong:
"You want to help Waite send those harvests to the right people?"
Fars' relics were handled by Wang Fugui and Gray, who were familiar with him, and Felintong's relics were handed over to a friend of his in the camp.
"Well." Long Yuehong nodded lightly, without explaining why she wanted to do this.
He immediately raised a difficulty:
"However, Waite didn't write the addresses of those and his own family members, and there were no useful clues in the items left behind. I don't know where to look."
"Weite's accent belongs to Primal City, and his companions probably do too." Jiang Baimian recalled briefly, "We can go to Primordial City's guild to issue missions, and there should be many relic hunters who know them and are familiar with them."
After discussing this matter, Jiang Baimian said to Genawa:
"During this period of time, you have been paying attention to our unconscious actions. After visiting Xiaochong, you can decide whether to continue."
"Okay." Genova agreed.
Jiang Baimian immediately said to the other members of the group:
"Take turns to rest, Lao Ge works harder, and leaves early tomorrow."
"Okay." Long Yuehong still walked towards the jeep a little uneasy, and the others also had no opinion.
…
Early the next morning, the five members of the "Old Tune Team" who did not show any abnormality got into the car and drove to the camp gate.
Suddenly, a figure jumped out and blocked in front of their car.
This figure has gray temples, and he is not too young. He is the owner of the camp hotel.
"What happened?" Jiang Baimian asked solemnly as he pressed down the car window.
Could it be that Wang Fugui and Gray had an accident
The innkeeper sighed:
"You broke four doors, you must lose some money, you can't just leave."
He has lived enough years to dare to open a hotel in the forward camp. Apart from being a bit skilled, he is not too afraid of death.
"..." The four members of the "Old Tunes Group" were all a little sluggish for a while.
Only Shang Jian Yao suddenly realized, and took out the coins on his body with a look of guilt.
After this episode, the two cars drove down the mountain and returned to the original city.
After about a quarter of an hour, Wang Fugui, who had finished the morning exercise, was blocked by the hotel owner as soon as he returned to his room, asking for the repair fee of the door.