When Shang Jianyao was still pondering the meaning of the last sentence, Jiang Baimian quickly wrote:
"We didn't feel anything abnormal, but the chip found something wrong, which means..."
Before she finished writing, Shi Shiran put away the pen and paper, continued to hold her chin, and stared at Qiao Chu's profile.
Shang Jianyao looked back and guessed a little reason, but he didn't know what he could do or how to do it, because there seemed to be some force preventing him from thinking deeply, not thinking about where the problem came from or where it came from, let him I don't want to break a good image because of this.
The source of this power is not in the outside world, but in his heart.
The world is so difficult, why not let yourself indulge in a beautiful dream
boom!
Under the command of Qiao Chu, the jeep passed through the gap between the green and black vines, which inevitably hit and rubbed some of them.
The plants with reddish thorns slid across the glass windows, leaving countless, extremely fine scratches.
Shang Jianyao, who was looking for countermeasures on the surface of his mind, looked over subconsciously, and in the dark and gloomy environment, he saw his silhouette reflected on the car window.
With a move in his heart, his eyes suddenly became deep, and he wanted to use the ability of "hypocritical person" on himself.
If it works, he will immediately become hypocritical, and what he does deviates from the pre-set logic after being affected.
For example, Jiang Baimian, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong couldn't bear to stare at Qiao Chu, and asked to leave in order to retreat. For example, they had to make things clear in such a crisis situation...
And when this kind of anomaly occurs, the situation will change, and whether the change is good or bad, it will expose some problems and help Shang Jianyao return to "reality".
After a few seconds, Shang Jianyao's eyes returned to normal.
He looked down at his hands, then looked at himself in the car window, and shook his head slightly.
His attempt failed.
Unlike the "reasoning clown", the "hypocritical person" seems to be unable to affect himself through this simple, mirror-looking method.
Shang Jianyao retracted his gaze and thought seriously again, while Qiao Chu concentrated on directing Bai Chen through this swamp full of terrifying vines, and had no time for him.
Suddenly, the corner of Shang Jianyao's mouth moved, slightly raised.
In this oppressive and gloomy environment, he smiled like a psychopath.
Ten seconds later, Shang Jianyao's expression returned to normal.
He frowned and thought for a while, his eyes gradually brightening.
He once again looked at himself reflected in the car window and muttered:
"Jiang Baimian has long legs, so do I..."
Jiang Baimian turned his head when he heard the words, and his face was full of doubts.
She raised her hand and touched the metal cochlea in her left ear, signaling that she didn't hear clearly.
Shang Jianyao ignored her and continued to mutter to himself:
"Jiang Baimian is very good, so am I..."
Qiao Chu heard Shang Jianyao's words, but on the one hand, he had to distinguish the distribution of vines, the condition of the road, and various details of the swamp. Jealous concubines slander the favored in private.
Long Yuehong followed and looked at Shang Jianyao, not knowing what he was going to do.
Since he didn't understand the situation, he definitely didn't have the idea of revealing the secret and protecting Qiao Chu.
Shang Jianyao looked at himself on the window glass, and his eyes became deeper and deeper:
"so?"
The next second, he asked himself and answered:
"We are the same."
The expression on Shang Jianyao's face changed quickly, twisting slightly, as if trying to suppress something.
"What was he talking about just now?" Jiang Baimian asked about Long Yuehong while looking at Shang Jianyao.
"He said that you have long legs, he has long legs, you are powerful, and he is also powerful, so you are the same." Long Yuehong repeated the key points.
Jiang Baimian opened his mouth subconsciously and wanted to reply to the last sentence, but he closed it again.
After a few seconds, she laughed out loud and said to Shang Jianyao:
"Are you so interesting?"
Seeing that the group of four didn't think there was any big problem with Shang Jianyao's words just now, they discussed it there without concealment, and Qiao Chu, who had no time to be distracted, didn't care about this little episode.
At this moment, Shang Jianyao left his seat, leaned forward and grabbed Qiao Chu's shoulder.
Qiao Chu subconsciously reached out and pulled out the "United 202" on the gun pocket around his waist, but he found that he couldn't lift his right hand.
It's not that he has no strength, and it's not that Shang Jianyao grabbed his shoulders, causing the joints to be locked, but that he couldn't do this action at all, as if he never had this function.
A layer of cold sweat broke out from Qiao Chu's back, instinctively turned his head, and looked at Shang Jianyao in the back row:
"what are you going to do?"
Shang Jianyao grabbed his shoulders with burning eyes, and a crazy smile emerged from the corner of his mouth:
"I want to fuck you!"
Jiang Baimian opened his mouth slightly, not knowing whether to scold, laugh, or stop.
At this moment, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen, who were unknown, were astonished and dazed, and they seemed to be witnessing the descent of the gods, no, the devil came.
Qiao Chu's expression distorted, but his face did not turn red, as if he had encountered too many similar situations.
Suddenly, there were invisible ripples in those golden eyes.
As Qiao Chu desperately resisted Shang Jianyao's force that dragged him to the back row, he turned his head and said to Bai Chen gently:
"Give him a toy."
Bai Chen didn't know why, so he habitually stepped on the brakes.
She opened the armbox blankly and took out a few sheets of paper and a ballpoint pen.
At this time, Shang Jianyao was a little impatient, and his hands suddenly changed positions.
He squeezed Qiao Chu's neck with his left hand and made a fist with his right hand. He was about to smash him under the ear, trying to stun him and disintegrate all resistance.
Almost at the same time, Qiao Chu's body became extremely soft, like a huge, human-shaped python.
He shrank for a while, and his neck broke free from Shang Jianyao's palm strangely, making it seem slippery.
Immediately afterwards, his voice was gentle and he said very quickly:
"Aren't you good at drawing?"
Shang Jianyao's movements stopped for a moment, and his expression revealed unconcealed doubts and confusion.
He then looked at Bai Chen, took the pen and paper from the other party's hand, and the smile on his face was a little bit obvious.
After getting the pen and paper, Shang Jianyao couldn't wait to sit down and draw a picture using his thigh as a cushion.
His expression is very focused, and the whole person is extremely quiet, like a child who is addicted to his hobbies.
When Joe saw this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He swept his eyes coldly, and smiled without a smile:
"It turns out that there are still awakened ones among you.
"Unfortunately, so am I."
His hands have returned to normal, and his right grip is on the handle of the "United 202".
This is his own pistol.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Qiao Chu gave up the idea of shooting Shang Jianyao with a gun, and smiled slightly:
"Praise me for my kindness and forbearance, you will still be useful in the future.
"I don't accept your obsession, but it is understandable that there was even a horse that chased me for more than 100 kilometers."
Jiang Baimian listened very fascinatedly, and said with sincere admiration:
"Bravo."
"It's amazing." Shang Jianyao repeated Jiang Baimian's words while drawing without raising his head.
Jiang Baimian then inquired and heard:
"where do you come from?"
"Where are you from?" Shang Jianyao repeated again.
Jiang Baimian couldn't help but glared at him, thought for a few seconds, and said "Ha":
"I have boobs, you don't."
Shang Jianyao was about to repeat, but his expression suddenly became confused again.
After a few seconds of silence, he regained his focus and continued to paint quietly.
At this time, Qiao Chu had already sat upright, and answered Jiang Baimian's question in a deep voice:
"That's not what you should know."
"I understand." Jiang Baimian didn't think he was embarrassed, and smiled sweetly.
Qiao Chu turned to look at Bai Chen who had already stepped on the brakes:
"continue."
Bai Chen had no objection, once again under the command of Qiao Chu, he walked through the vine "forest" deep in the Great Swamp.
During this process, Shang Jianyao continued to paint until he completed a piece of work.
Then, he seemed to break free from a certain dream, and looked at the child's graffiti-like picture in surprise.
He raised his head, looked at the back of Qiao Chu's head, and said nothing in silence.
As time passed, his state became similar to Long Yuehong and the others.
However, he did not forget to fold the picture in his hand and put it in his pocket.
Jiang Baimian tried to take a peek at what he drew, but failed.
After walking for a few more hours, a group of finger-sized mosquitoes with dark red heads suddenly flew out from among the blue-black and reddish vines.
"Unlucky..." When Qiao Chu saw this, he couldn't help cursing, and Bai Chen's body instinctively tensed up.
One group, two groups, three groups, more and more giant mosquitoes flew out from the different vines, and it was black.
These ferocious mosquitoes with dark red heads gathered together, like the black smoke that filled the air, densely packed, covering the sky and blocking every gap.
In such a scene, they seem to come from the army of hell, or from the curse of the old world.
"Close the window and rush over!" Qiao Chu gave the order in a deep voice.