Embers Ad Infinitum

Shang Jian Yao looked at Zhao Shouren's eyes and touched his chin.

　　 He further asked:

　　 "It doesn't have to be a stranger. Who are the outsiders in the past few months?"

　　 "No, except for a few merchants who sell daily items, there are no outsiders." Zhao Shouren shook his head again.

　　He paused, and asked in a slightly puzzled way:

　　 "What do you ask this for?"

　　 "Gossip is human nature." Shang Jian Yao replied sincerely.

　　 "What? Gossip?" Zhao Shouren obviously didn't know what this term meant.

　　Because Shang Jianyao is a gray man, they naturally used the gray language in the conversation just now.

　　 Shang Jian Yao was preparing to explain the true meaning and extended meaning of the gossip, Zhao Shouren raised his hand and said:

　　 "Stop chatting, wait to go out and chat, it's not suitable for chatting here."

　　 In such a small room, the steaming water vapor brings the sensation of breathing difficulties. The higher temperature presses on every part of the body, which makes people feel a little dizzy in their heads and stuffy chest, which is really not suitable for talking and chatting.

　　 Shang Jian Yao closed his mouth politely, and from time to time he took a spoonful of water and poured it on the red stone.

　　 The two listened quietly to Zizi's voice, as if they were competing against who could last longer in such an environment.

　　 After a while, Zhao Shouren raised his hand and wiped his forehead, and stood up leisurely:

　　 "It won't work anymore, I will feel dizzy after steaming."

　　 Shang Jian Yao smiled:

　　 "Then let's go out."

　　 Zhao Shouren then opened the door of the steam bath and walked to a hot pool not far away.

　　 Shang Jian Yao followed him closely, learning his way, tore off the towel around his waist, slipped into the water, and washed away the feelings he had just "steamed".

　　 In a minute or two, Zhao Shouren stood up and turned into the cold pool next to him.

　　 He made a "hiss" sound and his expression became very distorted.

　　 But as he adapts to the temperature of the water, his facial muscles gradually relax, and the whole person seems to be energetic.

　　 "Brother, there is no tomorrow in this dusty soil. If you should enjoy it, you have to enjoy it." Zhao Shouren took a towel, wiped his forehead, and said sincerely.

　　 Shang Jian Yao was also soaked in the cold pool, looking around, seeming to think that everything is very novel.

　　 "You have to go back to the manor this afternoon?" he asked.

　　 Zhao Shouren nodded:

　　 "Enough time, soak a good nap, wake up and find someone to serve you, then take a shower, eat lunch, and go shopping."

　　Flap, Shang Jianyao applauded his arrangement.

　　At the same time, he glanced under the water.

　　 Zhao Shouren coughed twice and turned back to the hot pool.

　　 This time, he only soaked for a few minutes, then hurriedly got up and wrapped his big bath towel.

　　 After rushing through his body and putting on a bathrobe, Shang Jian Yao could see clearly what the Zhao family manager looked like:

　　 should be only forty years old, thin body, sparse hair, and obvious swelling around the eyes.

　　 After leaving the men’s bathroom, the two entered the rest area, each occupying a recliner and covered it with a thin quilt.

　　 While chatting, Zhao Shouren closed his eyes and snored in his nose.

　　 Shang Jian Yao glanced sideways at him, smiled and took out an item from his bathrobe pocket:

　　 That is the Ye Mingzhu quietly blooming with turquoise light.

　　 Shang Jian Yao held this Ye Mingzhu, his eyes gradually darkened.

　　 "Fate Tong"!

　　 "Fate Link" from Di Marco!

　　 In Zhao Shouren's "Origin Sea", Shang Jianyao appeared in a white bathrobe.

　　 On the gleaming sea, a faint mist is permeated, and islands are faintly hidden, but Zhao Shouren’s own consciousness is not realized.

　　 This is the appearance of the spiritual world of ordinary people who have not entered the "Hall of Stars" and opened the corresponding door.

　　 Shang Jian Yao immediately divided into nine, and all sat cross-legged in the air.

　　 Immediately afterwards, in the "Sea of ​​Origin" affected by "Fate Tong", countless waves rose high, and various pictures became larger one after another.

　　 The nine Shang Jianyao began to look back at Zhao Shouren's memories in the last few months, and each was responsible for it.

　　 A few minutes later, the Shang Jian Yao who was wearing the small speaker opened his mouth in surprise:

　　 "There are gains!"

　　 He quickly maximized one scene:

　　 In a room with bookshelves and tables, Zhao Shouren was reporting to a young man who looked a bit like Zhao Yide but was not fat at all.

　　 On the chair behind the young man was sitting a man in a black trench coat with mediocre features.

　　 With the rest of the bodyguards standing, he looked quite special.

　　 "Why do you think he has a problem?"

　　 "Where do you judge to find a clue here?"

　　 "Is it not allowed to be a high-paid awakener?"

　　 Three or four of the other Shang Jian Yao raised their own questions.

　　 Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a small speaker, said with a smile:

　　"This is part of Jiang Baimian’s thinking method:

　　 "Boldly assume, carefully verify.

　　 "Since this person looks special, let's focus on all the clips in Zhao Shouren's memory."

　　 The other eight Shang Jian Yao agreed with this.

　　 Soon, under their concerted efforts, all the memory fragments of the man in the black trench coat were found:

　　He is the second generation of servants who were born and raised in the manor. He was favored by Zhao Zhengqi's second son, Zhao Yixue, and became his personal attendant.

　　 However, one of the Shang Jian Yao keenly discovered that the man in the black trench coat was not at all like his parents, and this could not explain why he received special treatment at all.

　　 Shang Jian Yao carefully observed the man in the black trench coat for a while, and found that his face was not very good, and he looked rather haggard.

　　 This reminds them of a person at the same time:

　　 False "priest".

　　…………

　　 It’s not too difficult to get a car in the first city. As long as you don’t pursue whether it is produced in recent years and how long it will last, there are various types of vehicles for you to choose from.

　　 But if you don't have much money on your body, you can't commit a crime, and there are time constraints, it will be more troublesome. At least Long Yuehong and Genawa can't think of where they should start.

　　 Fortunately, their team has Bai Chen, who knows the original city quite well.

　　 After ten o'clock, Bai Chen led them out of the Ugo Hotel and circumnavigated to a place on the bank of the Red River in the Green Olive District.

　　 It’s not too far away from the hotel, and it takes only ten or twenty minutes to walk, but the houses are getting dilapidated and the roads are narrower.

　　 Sometimes, when Long Yuehong and the others are walking in the streets, they can reach the outer walls of the houses on both sides with their arms fully extended, and the dense wires above divide the sky in a disorderly manner.

　　 Along the way, the squad encountered most dirty children. The adults either went to the factory area or were busy with other things in their lives. Only a few remained in this area.

　　 Long Yuehong glanced at the suddenly widened area in front of him and the large number of broken cars parked inside, and asked curiously:

　　 "Is this the place where cars are sold?"

　　 After the relic hunters drag some of the vehicles found in the ruins of the city to the original city, they often don't have so much time to find the final buyer, and they all trade directly with the old car dealers.

　　 Although this will definitely suffer a big loss in price, it at least saves time and cost, and many relic hunters, if they can’t sell their harvest today, will be hungry the next day.

　　 "Yes." Bai Chen nodded and replied.

　　 "But we don't have much money..." Long Yuehong reminded me cautiously.

　　 Bai Chen glanced at Gnawa who was carrying the sack, and said calmly:

　　 "Can I rent a car here?"

　　 "Rent?" Long Yuehong was a little surprised.

　　 This is not a house, and it cannot be moved away. Generally, businessmen lack the various technical methods of the old world. Are they afraid that they will not be able to repossess them after renting them out?

　　 While talking, the three of them entered the row of run-down bungalows next to the parking lot and saw a few red shore men with dark brown complexions and slightly curly hair chatting behind the wooden platform.

　　 "Rent a car." Without waiting for those people to ask, Bai Chen said directly.

　　 "The price can be determined only by choosing a good vehicle." The red banker who was the tallest but still not as good as Long Yuehong responded.

　　 Then, he emphasized:

　　 "You still need collateral, otherwise you drive the car out of the city and never come back, we will lose money."

　　 Bai Chen did not speak, but pointed to Gnawa.

　　Ah, do you want to mortgage Lao Ge here? Long Yuehong flashed such a thought in an instant.

　　 The next second, Gnawa put the sack he was carrying in front of him, and took out the "Reaper" individual combat bazooka from it.

　　 "Is this all right?" Bai Chen asked.

　　 After looking at each other with his companion, the red banker who was in charge of receiving the team nodded and said:

　　 "Yes."

　　 This kind of heavy weapon is completely enough to exchange for a broken car from the old world.

　　 "Don't lose it, we have similar weapons." Bai Chen warned calmly, "and will soon be replaced with other collateral."

　　 "Okay." The red banker nodded hurriedly.

The 　　 team quickly picked out the vehicle it needed~www.readwn.com~ It was a square gray off-road vehicle, and there were traces of later repairs in some places.

　　 After signing the contract at the price of 2 Ore per day, Bai Chen drove back to Ugo Hotel.

　　Because some roads were very narrow on the way, vehicles could not pass directly, so she had to go around.

　　This allowed them to pass through the Westport of the original city.

　　 Ships coming from the upper and lower reaches of the Red River stopped there, loading and unloading supplies.

　　At this time, Long Yuehong heard several long wolf howls in the streets close to the port:

　　 "Wow!"

　　 These calls are not stern or cruel, not like real wolves, but rather sad and indescribable.

　　 "This is?" Long Yuehong turned his head to look at Bai Chen.

　　 He was uncomfortable to hear.

　　 Bai Chen looked ahead and said:

　　 "The gray-earth prostitute."

　　 "Huh?" Long Yuehong and Genawa couldn't understand the connection between this and wolf howling.

　　 Bai Chen's gaze still fell at the end of the road, and said in a constant tone:

　　"They were captured as slaves and picked up by the brothel. No one taught them the Red River language. They could only recruit passing guests and sailors from the port by the cries of simulated she-wolves.

　　 "In the first city, they were called'she-wolves'."

　　 Long Yuehong opened his mouth after listening, but said nothing.