Regarding Shang Jianyao's answer, Long Yuehong didn't know where to complain, so she could only say incredible:

"Don't you think what you described is scary?"

"So what? That's also a human being." Shang Jianyao began to give an example, "Do you think a person is scary just because he has no nose, ears, and eyelids?"

Long Yuehong imagined it and focused on it:

"meeting."

Shang Jianyao seemed to have discovered that there was a certain generation gap between himself and his friends, so he had to change to an example:

"Do you think a person is scary just because he is only 1.75 meters tall, with an average appearance and average grades?"

Long Yuehong couldn't figure out whether Shang Jianyao was serious about giving examples or starting to make daily jokes, and said angrily and amused:

"Can this be the same?"

"Stop!" Jiang Baimian stopped the two of them and yawned, "It's midnight, keep going to sleep."

"Team leader, aren't you worried that the second person just now will return with his companions?" Long Yuehong felt the need to watch until dawn.

Jiang Baimian smiled:

"Yes, I'm getting more and more cautious.

"Although this is the core area of ​​the Red Stone Collection, it is unlikely to encounter a terrible attack without any precursors, but given that the situation here is more complicated than I thought, the Gray Speech, the Red River, the Outside Smuggler, the Relic Hunter, the Second, beware of the sect, the ‘underground ark’… Ha, it has become a hodgepodge like the ‘rootless’ merchant group, and it is indeed necessary to take turns to serve the night.

"But, there's no need to be too tight. Just be alone at night. Just pay attention to whether there is any big noise."

"Yes, team leader!" Long Yuehong responded immediately.

…………

The next morning, the four of them, who were still energetic, entered the Red Stone Fair, and came to the security office again before visiting the housekeeper of the Dimarco family.

"What did you seem to have encountered in the middle of the night last night?" Han Wanghou asked frankly.

He did not hide the fact that Redstone had done some monitoring of the hotel camp.

Jiang Baimian, wearing a delicate monk mask, smiled and said:

"I was thinking about how to start a conversation and asked without any trace where the fish-like sub-person came from."

"Will they sing lullabies in the middle of the night?" Shang Jianyao excitedly made up for a question.

Long Yuehong first thought this question was a bit strange, but after a little thought, he understood:

Shang Jianyao linked the monster in the radio story that the human head fish body can sing beautiful songs and the fish distorted second person.

As for why it is a lullaby, Long Yuehong has no way of understanding.

Han Wanghou became even more unclear, so he directly ignored Shang Jianyao's problem and said "yes":

"This is the second person who lives on certain islands in Fuhu Lake, and we generally call them fishmen."

Bai Chen thought of the people from Black Rat Town and had no doubt about the naming of the Red Stone Collection.

Han Wanghou continued:

"These people first came from fishermen in certain places on the lakeside. When the Old World was destroyed, they had distorted due to pollution from some areas and corresponding water sources, and gradually became what they are today."

Hearing this, Long Yuehong suddenly became a little confused:

"Why are their distortion so uniform?"

This is unscientific!

This is not a qualitative and quantitative distortion induction experiment.

Han Wanghuo glanced at Jiang Baimian, and saw that she didn't say anything, he explained casually:

“There were many distortions at that time, most of which died in a few days and months.

"Among the rest, the fishman is the type that is most suitable for the environment of Nu Lake. It can reproduce offspring, dive deep, find undercurrents without pollution, and get enough food from the lake. It gradually became one of the two mainstreams in this area. The others, except for the mountain monster, will become extinct at any time."

"Mountain Monster?" Jiang Baimian keenly captured another word.

Han Wanghou pointed to the north and said:

“Have you been to church?

"There is a mountain range further north, and there is a group of people from the ethnic group. They look much more normal than the fishman, but their skin is a little blue and their teeth are sharp. Climbing cliffs is as easy as we walk on the ruined road."

Jiang Baimian asked with great interest:

"Why did they not get eliminated naturally and become one of the mainstreams in this area?"

Han Wanghuo was a little confused:

“I don’t know much.

“I’m not a scholar in this field.”

He recalled and said:

"The people from Redstone Collection only told me where these people are strong and how to deal with them. I didn't say anything else, but when I was a 'record hunter', I protected a researcher from the 'first city'. He told me that the mountain monster has a strong resistance to certain pollution..."

Jiang Baimian suddenly realized, took out the paper and pen in his pocket, and wrote down this point.

This made Han Wanghuo stunned and hesitated:

"I always feel that you don't look like genuine ruin hunters, but closer to researchers and investigators."

While speaking, he glanced at Shang Jianyao.

His subconscious mind was to eliminate this guy.

Shang Jianyao immediately expressed that Han Wanghuo's statement was unacceptable:

“What kind of purity are you talking about?

"If we build walls, paint, be a teacher, pick up garbage, we are really not pure."

Han Wanghou's intuition told him that he could not continue to argue with this guy, otherwise the scene might be out of control, so he turned his attention to Jiang Baimian and Bai Chen.

Jiang Baimian smiled:

"Relic Hunters take on tasks whenever they have tasks, and naturally understand a lot and know the importance of recording intelligence."

She finished perfunctorily and asked:

"The fishman, the relationship between the mountain monster and your Red Stone Game doesn't seem to be very harmonious?"

"Do you think they volunteered to survive in these harsh environments in the lake and deep in the mountains?" Han Wanghou sighed, "Since the opening of the 'Ark of Underground', the pollution in most parts of the city has basically subsided, and they have been driven out of their homes."

Jiang Baimian nodded gently:

"You seem to have some sympathy for them?"

"This is my personality." Han Wanghou explained simply, "but this does not affect my organization of teams to protect the Red Stone Collection. I don't know how many fishmen and mountain monsters died under my gun."

Speaking of this, he thoughtfully said to himself:

"The fishmen sneaked into the hotel camp...they were a little ready to move again..."

After talking to himself, Han Wanghou reminded him of the "old tune group":

"There are scales on the surface of the fish, and it is difficult for small-caliber guns to cause too much damage to them. You should be careful.

"Even if it is an ordinary gun, if it is not directly blown up their heads, it is better to make another shot."

"Thank you." Jiang Baimian responded on behalf of the entire group.

After leaving the security office, they were just nine o'clock, and they headed straight to the "Visa Trading Company" located on the fifth floor of Redstone.

Unlike other places, not everyone is hiding here, and there is still a lady sitting behind the wooden platform near the door.

She was wearing a ferocious blue ghost mask, as if she wanted to soothe her inner fear.

"We'll look for Mr. Carl, we made an appointment yesterday." Jiang Baimian walked over and said with a smile.

The lady was very tight, as if she would find a place to hide when she was hiding.

She said reluctantly:

"Mr. Carl said, you go directly to the innermost office."

Jiang Baimian grabbed Shang Jianyao and stopped him from adding fuel to the fire. Bai Chen nodded to the lady, indicating that she should not be so alert.

Carl's office was arranged very simply, but it made Long Yuehong and others feel extremely friendly.

This is very similar to the middle-level offices of many departments of "Pangut Biology":

A shelf for folders and books, an office desk, a set of sofas, a pot of green plants and a few backrest chairs.

The only difference is that there is an iron black safe here.

Carl did not wear a mask like yesterday, and his slightly gray hair was combed neatly backwards.

At this moment, he sat there with his waist straight, as if he was always like this.

"Aren't you a believer in the alert sect?" Shang Jianyao asked curiously before Jiang Baimian.

There is no doubt that he changed to Red River Word.

Carl said calmly:

"I'm very alert about the sir."

For this reason, you can ignore your vigilance.

Jiang Baimian then took a step forward and smiled and said:

"I won't waste your time, I'll just say it.

"Do you have a military exoskeleton? We want to buy one."

Carl pondered for a few seconds and said:

"If this kind of material is not ordered in advance by a large customer, we will definitely stay for our own use.

"Mr. Dimarco is very concerned about his safety and is very alert to paying a premium for something like that."

He politely rejected the request of the four people on the other side.

"That's it..." Jiang Baimian was not in a hurry for the time being, and asked instead, "Mr. Carl, what do you know about the robbery of Herveg's arms?"

Carl shook his head:

“I don’t know.

"I was in the 'Ark of the Underground' and I only learned that something happened the next day."

Jiang Baimian said "yes":

"Then who do you think his death is related to?"

"Too many." Carl's expression sank, "This is a greedy and cruel evil man, who even sells weapons to the fishman and the mountain monster, causing countless unnecessary casualties. He hates him and hates others all over the Red Stone Collection."

Speaking of this, Carl's voice became cold:

"Also, in order to monopolize the arms business, he incited the townsmen to be hostile to the 'underground ark'.

"His death must be a gift to us by the year of sacrificing the year."

As for this, Jiang Baimian stopped asking more questions, said politely, and took Shang Jianyao and others to the Red Stone Collection.

For the rest of the morning, they drove their jeep and wandered around the ruins of the city, recording the terrain characteristics of many areas.

As lunch approached, they returned to the entrance of the Redstone Collection.

As the vehicle was driving, Jiang Baimian's eyes suddenly frozen in the passenger seat.

She had been accustomed to observing the situation outside, and saw a familiar fire flashing in the middle of a building in the distance!

"Left!" Jiang Baimian had only time to shout out this word.

Bai Chen had a very tacit understanding and hit the steering wheel to the left to the bottom.

A shell flew out of the bazooka and headed straight for the Jeep.
Chapter completed!