A clue so soon? Long Yuehong was startled.
To be honest, he always felt that unless he was lucky, it would take a long time for him to want someone on the dirt.
As one of the most wanted targets of "First City", he believes that he is qualified to speak in this regard.
It is true that on the dusty soil, the "Old Tune Group" is definitely the best in terms of experience, ability, and level of prudence. Factors such as lack of population management methods, various technologies, insufficient resource investment, and problems in information interaction.
But now, it was only in the morning that I heard that the "Salvation Army" had two traitors who stole military supplies. In the afternoon, there were clues, and the high effect was simply jaw-dropping.
After a second thought, Long Yuehong thought about the various rumors about the "Salvation Army" that he had inquired about before, as well as the situation that Ding Ling had unconsciously revealed in just a few words, and felt that this was reasonable:
The "Salvation Army" has a very strong control over all aspects of personnel. Outsiders need to be audited and get a pass. Internally, the existence of robbers and wilderness wanderers is basically eliminated, and even relic hunters must be approved.
In such an environment, unless the two traitors did not come into contact with various settlements or the relic hunters who acted as black market traders, and were self-sufficient in the wilderness and mountains, there was a great risk of exposure.
Even if they have a special awakening ability, they can escape for a while, but can't escape for too long, at most delay the discovery of clues for a day or two.
Of course, long-lasting effects like the "reasoning clown" are another matter, but from the degree of control of the "Salvation Army", how to avoid the influence of the corresponding ability during the investigation, and ask the real situation, maybe it has been printed into a manual , sent to frontline staff.
This is completely different from the fact that "First City" hides many abilities from the bottom security officers in order to improve the stability of its own rule.
What Long Yuehong can think of, Jiang Baimian can naturally think of.
She looked up at the relic hunters who hurriedly got up and prepared to follow the clues to chase the wanted criminals, then put her eyes back on Ding Ling and her subordinates, and said with a smile:
"I'm thinking about what to eat at night. Is there any special food here?"
"Do you care about dinner so early?" Ding Ling was slightly surprised.
Shang Jianyao helped explain:
"Eating is a major event in life. We have to think about ourselves three times every day: what to eat for breakfast, what to eat for lunch, and what to eat for dinner."
This is what he learned from the entertainment materials of the old world, and it is also suitable for the dust of today. Only one word needs to be changed:
What's for breakfast, what's for lunch, what's for dinner.
Jiang Baimian glanced at this guy and said helplessly:
"I am half a folklore scholar, and I like to get in touch with the customs of different places, including various special foods."
"Is that so." Ding Ling nodded first, then smiled, "I thought you were deliberately changing the subject, not wanting to show concern for the incident of the inner ghost, for fear of arousing our suspicion."
Is not it? Long Yuehong grumbled.
Jiang Baimian's long-term performance made him feel that Ding Ling's speculation was no problem.
"With this intention, you must know how to avoid suspicion when you first arrive." Jiang Baimian admitted frankly.
Papapa, Dangdang, Shang Jianyao and Genova applauded at the same time.
Shang Jianyao immediately turned his head and said to Genawa:
"You can't hide how humanized you are!"
"I think I have learned a little more about the world." Genova answered honestly.
The conversation between the two made Bai Chen want to turn his head and look to the side, pretending not to know them, but Ding Ling and her subordinates didn't care much. After all, Wubei is one of the core cities of the "Salvation Army" and there is no shortage of robots. The kind that can talk cross talk with a human partner.
Cross talk is an art of the old world, which has been preserved in some places dominated by gray people, including "The Salvation Army" and "Pangu Creatures".
"It's good." Ding Ling praised Jiang Baimian's idea, "There were many foreign relic hunters who didn't understand this truth before they were sent out of the country by us, or sent to court and sentenced to hard labor."
Is this an implied warning? Long Yuehong's ideas are always rich.
Before waiting for Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao to respond, Ding Ling smiled and said:
"I rubbed your cans at noon, and I will invite you to a meal with Wubei characteristics in the evening."
"Okay, okay!" Shang Jianyao was not polite at all.
When the sun went down, Ding Ling bought a pile of firewood from the settlement, borrowed an iron pot, an aluminum pot, and a soup spoon, and began to prepare dinner.
She first poured a lot of flour into the aluminum pot, then put in water, sugar and other things, stirred them into a paste, then heated the pot, took a small piece of lard and wiped the sides of the pot back and forth.
After doing these preparations, Ding Ling scooped up the white paste in the aluminum pot with a metal spoon and poured it on the inner edge of the iron pot.
In the sound of zizizi, every spoonful of white paste spread out into a thin cake.
Ding Ling mastered the heat skillfully and turned the pancakes over at a certain time.
The sweet and seductive smell gradually diffused, causing Shang Jian Yaogulu to swallow his saliva.
After both sides were cooked, a male "Salvation Army" member waiting beside picked up the pancakes one by one and put them in each lunch box.
After such a round after another, everyone got six or seven cakes.
Jiang Baimian endured not to eat, and also signaled to the team members, especially Shang Jianyao, don't be in a hurry, after all, Ding Ling was still busy.
After the last round of baking, there was still some batter left in the aluminum pot. Ding Ling added a lot of water into it, stirred it a bit, and poured it into the pot.
Before long, a pot of fragrant shabu-shabu soup was ready.
After each person received half the lunch box of soup, Ding Ling took out a few cans of meat and cooked them in the pot.
"If we do manual labor, if we eat cakes and not meat, we will never be full." She smiled and said to Jiang Baimian and the others, "Eat, let's all eat."
Shang Jianyao couldn't wait to pick up a pancake and stuff it into his mouth.
Long Yuehong followed closely.
As soon as he took a bite, he felt that the cake was soft, glutinous and elastic, and when he chewed it carefully, there was the fragrance of flour and the sweetness of sugar, and he couldn't stop.
After gobbling down a piece of cake, Long Yuehong drank a mouthful of shabu-shabu soup.
He felt that it was not greasy at all, like water with a wheat fragrance and a little sweetness.
"That's right, what is this called?" Jiang Baimian raised his head and asked.
Ding Ling smiled and said:
"Wubei calls it a pot side stall."
"Your craftsmanship is really good!" Shang Jianyao praised.
The twenty-four or five-year-old woman in Ding Ling's subordinate nodded in agreement:
"Yeah, Team Ding often cooks himself to improve our meals."
"Learn from others!" Shang Jianyao turned his head and said to Jiang Baimian.
Jiang Baimian raised his left hand expressionlessly to stop the subsequent noise.
After eating and drinking, the "old tune group" rushed to clean up. The main force was Shang Jianyao, who was designated by Jiang Baimian.
At this moment, Bai Chen discovered that the relic hunters who had followed the clues to find the two traitors had returned to this settlement one after another.
Ding Ling walked over and asked someone at random:
"Any gains?"
The relic hunter glanced at the black uniform and the corresponding epaulettes on her body, and replied with a little fear:
"Yes, we found the two traitors, killed one, and saw that the other couldn't escape, so he swallowed a gun and committed suicide."
Although the relic hunters affiliated to the "Salvation Army" always ridicule the regular army for being old-fashioned and conservative, they still do not dare to make mistakes when they encounter them, unless they have a background in their families.
"All dead?" Ding Ling frowned slightly, "What did they find on their bodies?"
The relic hunter replied:
"No so-called important military supplies were found, only some cans, biscuits, energy bars, as well as bullets and lighters."
Seeing that Ding Ling's expression was still serious, he added:
"Most of these are from Wubei. They may have been to Wubei and got some supplies from the black market."
"Then someone has to take responsibility!" Ding Ling muttered.
Those important military supplies seem to be out of hand... If they are not found in the follow-up, it is estimated that there will be a chain reaction... Since hearing recovery, Jiang Baimian has been able to complete the task of secretly listening in.
After a night of silence, at 7:00 the next morning, the "Old Tune Team" followed Ding Ling's mountain bike and continued to drive to Wubei.
After nearly nine hours, at four o'clock in the afternoon, they finally arrived at this renovated city on the banks of the Moon Lin River and backed by the nuclear power plant.
The overall appearance of the city is very close to the old world, but there are not so many high-rise buildings, and the colors and shapes of the buildings are relatively monotonous.
With Ding Ling present, Jiang Baimian and others passed the inspections at several intersections very smoothly and entered the city.
Suddenly, Shang Jianyao pointed out the window and said "Aah" with a look of excitement.
what the hell? Jiang Baimian followed and saw that there were two strangely dressed people passing by in the side alley.
They were dressed in ordinary clothes, all gray, and the strange thing was that they wore an aluminum pot for boiling water and stewed vegetables on their heads, which made people wonder how they could see the road ahead.
The two people quickly disappeared at the end of the alley, and Shang Jianyao seemed eager to catch up and communicate.
When Ding Ling parked the green mountain bike in front of a rather imposing ten-story high-rise building, Shang Jianyao hurriedly got out of the car and asked what happened to the citizens just now.
Ding Ling frowned:
"That's a bunch of neurotics!"